A Moment On The Roofs Of The Town

My parents came to LA this past weekend to hang out and explore the life I have managed here. I am so blessed to have the parents I have; they are always so supportive and encouraging. They are such simple thinkers and are so good to put up with me and the ways I have decided to go. One of my favorite places in SoCal would be the Huntington Library and Botanical Gardens. My parents love gardening so that is totally their scene...my Mom couldn't get over the Hen and Chickens...



It was a lovely to spend my time with them.

I am so thankful to be getting involved at Mile Two (www.miletwo.org) the church I have been going to. It feels so good...right...to be apart of the Body again. The people there are amazing and every time I leave I am overwhelmed of belonging to a church family. Hooray!

I am slightly overwhelmed with everything that is going on in my life right now. I say this only because I feel that everything is accompanied with a heavy dose of confusion.I hate being confused. I want to make good and wise decisions and choices, but it can be so difficult especially when it involves other people... I am understanding that, "...my theology needs to meet my reality..." as Dr. David Talley was telling us earlier this week. I know God is faithful and good, it's just a matter of walking in that. To know that I will walk in the dark but the Lord is always there, guiding my steps. Why can't it be as easy as this?

I read a poem by Claude McKay this week and it is such an accurate picture of my life right now. It reads, "

O WHISPER, O my soul!—the afternoon
Is waning into evening—whisper soft!
Peace, O my rebel heart! for soon the moon
From out its misty veil will swing aloft!
Be patient, weary body, soon the night	5
Will wrap thee gently in her sable sheet,
And with a leaden sigh thou wilt invite
To rest thy tired hands and aching feet.
The wretched day was theirs, the night is mine;
Come, tender sleep, and fold me to thy breast.	10
But what steals out the gray clouds red like wine?
O dawn! O dreaded dawn! O let me rest!
Weary my veins, my brain, my life,—have pity!
No! Once again the hard, the ugly city.

Good night.