friends and baseball

Ah, so good friends and baseball in Louisville, Kentucky. Sometimes, it's the simple things in life that I love and hope I never take for granted. It was $1 hotdogs and $1 soda night too because of some special random thing. Of course, I didn't get a hot dog, but the $1 soda was great!

Ya know, I'm really going to miss this place and these people...

Your sentimental message sponsored by sappy Irene.

Finding Bethel

Bethel=House of God

I am apartment hunting. For those of you who have tried to find a place to live across the country from where you're currently living, you know this is not an easy task... it's also not an easy task if you're trying to find a place to live in Silicon Valley in California.

So, I am here right now, driving from place to place, discovering slowly that looking for an apartment one month in advance is almost too early for all of these places. I'm also realizing how important and how much of a difference a friendly face and attitude makes to someone who is brand new to an area and place.

I'm also starting to feel like a grown up maybe for the first time in my 28 years of life. :)

Anyway, finding Bethel (the house of God) may sound presumptious to write and title a blog, but I'm also preaching this Sunday on Jacob's dream of the ladder and God's presence and as I am looking for a place to live, I feel like I am looking for that place where God dwells... and even though I know God is everywhere and through it all, I am seeking that moment in this lonely time where I can be more aware of God's presence in this place. Bethel here.

Trusting...trusting... just really trusting...

Afraid.

Your Feet
Walk gently over the flowers of life,
Take each step with ease,
Run rampantly, forcefully over the path,
Creating your very own breeze.
Take the path less trodden,
Or follow the common road,
All signs point to somewhere,
All can handle your load.
In the end the choice is now,
Not for left or right,
But for something true to you,
That gets you through the night.
Just don’t break the flowers,
Or swelter in the heat,
There are no excuses,
Only you control your feet.

By Tina Louise