bummin'

I hurt my knee today, so I gots me a nice limp with an old man sort of grunt to go with it. Wonderful.

Lately life has been hectic, but honestly it just seems to be getting better and better; work is getting easier.. or maybe I'm finally get the hang of this teacher thing.. family life is much more bearable, my friends and social outings are becoming cheaper and more sentimental (which is super great!) and I feel like I've finally uncurled my fist to the core of my heart and God is still looking down on me saying and smiling, "You're Mine."
I'm going through a book right now called Lord, Heal My Hurts and it has a little something for each day but the main thing that book emphasizes is that the Lord is our Jehovah-Rapha; the God who heals. More and more is that truth becoming a legitimate truth for my life, is so many ways.
Take this past Thursday for example: A dear friend of mine and I drove to Nashville for the day, to get out of the Memphis air, to look around Belmont, and to see The Civil Wars (for the SECOND time!). While the ride, according to google maps, was about 2 1/2 hours long, it literally felt like 30-45 minutes with how much talking we were doing. And not just any sort of talking, the talking that makes you think while you talk, the talking that you contemplate where your morals and viewpoints originated, the talking that involves you spilling your guts and heart and soul and tears and having it received with listening ears and an open heart. I haven't exactly been the most open person lately, for reasons and reasons and reasons, but Thursday? Whoa. I talked for about a solid 3-4 hours. THAT'S A LOT. But golly sakes I didn't know how much I needed to get off my chest! I felt a strange sense of peace after I finally shut my mouth.. not the fear that I said too much or I would be looked at different form everything I said, just weirdly peaceful. Thank you, God.
Another thing: My dear friend Becca is now in LONDON as of Wednesday, and I couldn't be more excited for her! But I got a letter from her a day or two before she left. I had written one to her over break, just spilling about everything, and in her letter that she sent me, well, she did the same thing. :) I never thought I could get so close and share so much with someone who's been over 3 hours away and is now in a different country, but God doesn't work in the way we think, does He?
Ah, the more I see that I don't have it all under control or all together, the more I see God's perfection in all of my mistakes.
I'm ready to tackle the rest of this week, right now, so, bring it!