PTL.

I must be honest. I miss this dear old blogspot. There is something about the layout that beckons me back to the smooth gray hues of this certain http. For this reason - here a few light hearted enjoyments that I feel would brighten this dreary day.

1. President Obama is coming to the A&M Campus and I feel like I am experiencing history. cool.
2. The cold weather really does make life better.
3. I love polar bears and want to cuddle with them. After seeing a documentary special on the intriguing animals, all i want to do is travel to a frigid land of melting ice caps and precious Canadian Harp Seals.
4. I get to eat lunch with my rooms today - the one I formerly shared rooms with - it has been way too long.
5. Again, another day of looking to steadfast love. PTL .

new blog

I have moved. new blogspot :

katelynfarrar.wordpress.com

:)Change is good.

here's to you, roundtop.

I met my mom and three of her friends down at Roundtop this past week, and it was such a pleasant break from the daily schedule. I arrived to enjoy a picnic lunch and casual perusal of the good old crap that is sold throughout the city of antiques. There is something about sifting through junk that makes it a mission. Finding treasure within the unwanted and seemingly useless kerfluffle can occupy anyone's attention for hours, and in the case of this establishment, days. Last year I bought boots next to Miranda Lambert and only worked up enough guts to compliment her outfit in a dumb-and-dumberish kind of way. This year brought me no such luck, however, I swear I saw a man wearing a prairie dress. That is a different story all together.

Having the privilege of participating in this girl's weekend makes me look forward to the future. The time when my current world of close knit girls can all gather together for some random reason and partake in a little bit of life together - it makes me thankful for the days I have now. Not to mention, it calls my bluff on being a dreamer.

So often I have huge plans and ideas, but never act on them. Luckily, I live amongst people that make my optimism a bit more of a realism, and balance it with their vision-ism. Yes, its a word. If I were to toast something right now, I would toast those moments in life that are undignified, and hope that my judgments would not get in the way of enjoying and respecting those made beyond my level of normalcy. Everyone needs a bonnie to their clyde. I thank God for placing mine in the same household, church, school, city, family as I.

the waiting game

"O God that goadest me

With hunger pricks for Thee within,

By stealing from my heart its dearest stays, and staying with me tendrils of Thy love-

A token of friendship from a dear one in Thee, a word of Holy writ, a song,

a thousand things - a writer' s brawn,

Which lift my heart from seen things, sturdy, strong,

And rest me, relaxed, hung from an unseen stay above

Wise goading God, teach me to rest in love."

-Jim Elliot, Shadow of the Almighty

Waiting continues to prove itself an ornery partner. He is patient with me, however, and I, in turn, am learning to be patient as well. It is an interesting line to dance around - where to move and act in the midst of deciding where to hold back. In any waiting game (most of life, depending on your perspective) there is required some form of move before a final decision is reached. Its like the game of LIFE - the real legit board game version - and its need to bestow a house deed card in your arsenal before a career card has been drawn. That always bugged me. No final goal could be seen, hence, the next few moves were always gambles.

While life these days isn't so much of a gamble, there are certain wagers I tend to easily throw down. Regardless of the conundrum, here's the way I see it:

We must place a stake in the ground, firmly rooted, but ready to uproot and replant at the Lord's beckoning. Waiting does not mean complacency. Moreover, it is a process of yielding. A tree remaining still requires nutrients to travel through its roots. Processes don't cease, they simply remain until the next season. Then bear fruit.

This idea of remaining is what leaves me ready. Ready to go and act, plant stakes and uproot them, all the while waiting, and continually yielding to Him who is much greater than I.

...and thanks terry, for so wonderfully waiting below the lamp light...