Packing is not really that fun.  Oh, I'm sure that no one ever thought it was, but I just needed to remove all doubt.  I've done the tiresome task roughly 10 times... ok, it's probably more like 15.  This time is a little different, though.  Instead of having a deadline a month away (which is stressful enough), our current goal is LESS THAN THREE DAYS AWAY.   Joey gave his two weeks notice at work a week ago, and work decided to let him go a week early.  So, now we are chucking things into boxes in a much less-than-orderly fashion than meets my standards.

Sigh...     

 it will be over soon.

the city will be forsaken

Joey and I are certain of God's calling in our lives.  Yesterday we found out that Joey has been officially accepted as the assistant director at Valley View Bible Camp.  Waiting on the Lord seemed to be taxing my patience, but now that the answer has come, I'm realizing that we actually didn't have to wait that long.  Thank you, Lord, for your faithfulness!  

After putting around the house for a few hours, mopping floors and doing absolutely anything we could to take our minds off the board meeting that would decide our fate, I suggested to Joey that we pray.  Nestled into each other on the couch, we bowed our heads and Joey led out.  His prayer was short and nearly painful in its passion.  He struggled with words, and ended with, "God, I don't even know what to say right now..." The phone rang as soon as he trailed off...  One word: yes!

Now we are going to enter a VERY busy month-or-so... moving takes time.  Oh, and I suppose we'll need to find a place to live before we move, won't we?

the quest for truth

Isn't it ironic that truth-the word itself-has thousands of meanings to thousands of different people? This world can't even agree on what the word means, let alone what Truth actually is.

Is it an unchangeable, unwavering object?

“The truth is incontrovertible, malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end; there it is.”

Winston Churchill

Or simply the loudest voice among all voices?

“Truth, in matters of religion, is simply the opinion that has survived.”

Oscar Wilde 

It seems to have taken on a very distinct meaning in today's day and age. That meaning: you decide. "If it's right for you, then it's right for you. You feel good? Great! Keep at it. It simply must be true if I think it is! Maybe it's not true for you, but it is for me." This is the attitude that is prevailing in our thriving society, and it is sickening. I honestly don't understand how truth could exist if it varies for each person and if it's there only part of the time. Truth should be as unchangeable as gravity. Can you imagine if the laws of gravity reflected spineless, postmodern "truth"? Some people would float while others would be grounded, and there would never be any assurance of exactly WHEN it would kick in. The world would be in absolute chaos. Now I ask, what state is the world in today with the current understanding of truth? It is in absolute chaos.

There is one Truth, as there is one law of gravity. That truth lies within the covers of the Word of God. It is the Creator of the universe, the fallen reality of the world, and the death and resurrection of the Saviour. It is the Hope that does not disappoint. It is my sinfulness, God's holiness, and redemption.

Why does this world oppose truth so much? We have been deceived into thinking that by living our own lives for our own pleasures, we are living out our own truths. What we are really doing is celebrating our lack of Truth. Unless we earnestly seek out truth, we will continue to be fed this lie.

Seek the LORD God Almighty, who created this world for a purpose-to bring glory to Him. He exists whether you believe it or not, and He loves you. Turn from celebrating the festivities of a multitude of lies to acknowledging the truth that sets you free. Cry out, as a desperate father of a sick child did so long ago, "I do believe: help my unbelief."

Until we earnestly seek Him, we will be fed the lie that consumes us.

I can has fish!

Kitty decided today would be the day that she would finally get a taste of Gilligan the fish. She studied him thoughtfully, sat on his bowl, and decided that there must be a way to get him out. Aware of Joey and Andrea's preoccupation with kneading cinnamon bun dough in the kitchen, she seized the opportunity and made her approach.

There has GOT to be a way to get in! she thought, and nudged the bowl with her nose. Poor Gilligan cowered in the corner saying his prayers.

POP! The latch gave way, and nothing but shiny, fishy water lay between her and the tasty morsel. Her eyes wide with giddy anticipation, Sheba lowered a quivering paw into the depths.

A commotion! A snag! Suddenly the bowl was out of sight and firm hands were imprisoning her.

BAD KITTY!

Those two words, usually cause for terror, allotted her no discomfort. The savory flavour of the hunted now danced on her lips, and she now had a better understanding of exactly what she had been missing all along. The times had changed, and there would be no going back. No amount of discipline could turn her from her decided course.

Fishy will be mine!

Poor Gilligan.

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