quiet night in the library

she sits there all alone
she's reading from a chapter that she sometimes calls her own.
~ every little thing, hawk nelson

this song came on this morning while i was lying in bed. i thought it was unfair. grrr.

but life is good. and there seems to be less to blog about when that's the case. but i still feel a need to keep you updated. maybe something exciting will happen if someone comments on my posts. hmmm . . . yeah. :-) so, in sum: i am frustrated and very, very happy. :-D <-see??

edited to add: lunch in pygmy. kevin, ross, steve, and me. talking about luke/acts class.

ross: i think we have to enter the kingdom as a child, but we don't stay that way. like, we have to be humble and dependent to get in.

steve: but we always stay humble and dependent.

mara: so, as we grow, we don't grow into adults, but into Christlikeness.

kevin: notice how we talked in class about how the children and the outsiders get it but we never really talked about what it was?

(someone asks what the kids did that we should emulate...)

steve: they ran up to Jesus.

mara: oh, that's beautiful . . . oh.

kevin: you ok?

mara: yeah . . . that's just so beautiful.