The cloud walked past me today. He kept his eyes stuck to the floor, Like her was looking out for Shiny nickels he would never find.
The sea scolded me today. He entrapped me in his raging fists, He left me cold and beaten, Cursing myself for who I am.
The sky fell down and I picked Him up from off the floor. He was unable to achieve… He wanted more. And more.
They hold me prisoner, Hoping I’d find a shiny nickel or two, Cursing my own capabilities, A convict to my faults. I’ve been withheld. Locked away In a dark room of this vicious irony.
I just got back from Chicago, I went to Portugal for Spring break. Why I say I came back from Chicago is an annoying story. Tell everyone about it later.
The day outside is bright, cheerful. The air is crisp with the taste of dew and moist wood, the smells of spring. The breeze is light and gentle, tugging playfully and the hair of busy passersby. The wind was cold just yesterday, a freezing draft that pierced the heart with it's icy cold. Yet it's frosty grip has weakened and passed, giving way to the glorious morn of today. The deep drifts of snow that pile the sidewalk slowly melt, leaving large wet puddles everywhere, the footprints of the leaving winter. I look out to the great blue sky, the ever-stretching yonder, and wave slowly at it's retreat... a smile on my face.
For most of the 6/7 months I've been here, we've been going to a church called Bethlehem Baptist church. Its that really big and famous one, the one headed by Pastor John Piper? You've probably heard of it, well, your Pastor has at least, probably. Anyway, it's the church that my Dad's friends, the Harrison and Held families, attend. Those families include Jim and Sharon, the elderly couple who were surrogate grandparents to my two older brothers 18 years ago and also my sister's new best friend, Caroline, their real grand daughter.
However, my Parents recently got introduced to this other church called T4C. I can't remember what that stands for but its a neat little asian church with a very vibrant youth ministry. My sister loves it there and there's even a Singaporean family.
Coming in third is a church called Stadium Village. This was the church my Parents attended 18 years ago when they were students in Minnesota. It's predominantly composed of asian and white college students going to the nearby University of Minnesota.
The conundrum is this, which church should the Tan family (minus my two older brothers) attend?
That's what's new with me, so feel free to uphold us in prayer as we ask God for guidance, seeing as this is a decently important matter.
