Hot mess

Today wasn't exactly my finest day. I got a call as I was going into my office at 8 a.m. that a new international student had arrived and was in front of the housing office with all her luggage and needed help. I turned around right away and walked across campus to Crumley Hall. As I was crossing the street, I saw the girl out in front of the building and smiled and waved. As I was stepping up on the curb, all of a sudden my heel caught in a crack in the cement. I staggered ... and staggered ... and ended up in a pile at her feet. The girl just looked at my with a shocked expression, not sure what to do. Something that is embarrassing in all countries: Falling flat on your face. I popped up, and laughing in embarrassment, said, "Hi! I'm Meghan. Welcome to UNT!"

I got my hair cut short on Saturday. This morning I spent lots of time styling it in preparation for the haircut "debut" at work today. Well somehow in the course of walking across campus to the housing office, walking back across campus to get my car to go drive the student to her dorm, moving her luggage up the stairs, and going into a dorm room that hadn't had the air turned on in months, I started sweating. And by sweating, I don't mean girly glistening. I was sweating hardcore. (Who doesn't love Texas in August?) My hair was soaking wet. And as it finally started to dry, it curled up, puffed up, and got weird kinks in it. Figures - I didn't have a brush or hair ties or a head band or bobby pins in my purse today. I had to walk around work all day with a giant birds nest on top of my head. What's worse is that everybody of course noticed that I got a haircut and was like "Oh, you got a haircut ..." I had to promise them to give my 'do another chance tomorrow. And of COURSE, a guy that I hadn't seen in forever stopped by my office today to see if I wanted to have lunch. So, I had to go to lunch, birdsnest and all, telling myself the whole time "it's what's on the inside that counts, it's what's one the inside that counts..."

Yes, my friends, today I was in fine form. And I think I sprained my ankle.

Thank you, God, for giving me the ability to laugh at myself. You definitely know how to make life more interesting, that's for sure.

New Title

Last spring, my pastor mentioned something that really stuck with me. It was just a passing comment, but it’s something I think I’ll always carry with me in the back of my mind. My relationship with God for the past year has been one mainly carried on in my head. I’ve struggled with developing the emotional side of the relationship. The side where I am crying out like David in Psalm 63, desperate for God and completely satisfied in his presence. At one of the classes I attended at The Village, Matt talked about how if we are trying to grow in our relationship with God, we need to fill our lives with things that stir our affections for Christ.

Bam. How simple is that?!

I feel like I’m starting a new chapter this year. Some of the things I’ve gone through this summer have caused me to rely on God in a way that I haven’t had to in a while. As God is dragging me out of the pit, I want to continue to build that relationship with him. I’m filling my life with things that stir my affections for him. When I think about my time each day, I realize that a lot of it is spent on the Internet. The things I view on the Internet can seriously affect my closeness with God. I read a lot of blogs. Many of those blogs have encouraged me or challenged me in my faith. They’ve helped stir my affections. I want my blog to be a place for others and myself to have that same experience. Hence, the new name.

Psalm 63
A psalm of David. When he was in the Desert of Judah.

O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you;
my soul thirsts for you,
my body longs for you,
in a dry and weary land
where there is no water.
I have seen you in the sanctuary
and beheld your power and your glory.
Because your love is better than life,
my lips will glorify you.
I will praise you as long as I live,
and in your name I will lift up my hands.
My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods;
with singing lips my mouth will praise you.
On my bed I remember you;
I think of you through the watches of the night.
Because you are my help,
I sing in the shadow of your wings.
My soul clings to you;
your right hand upholds me.