These days
In reviewing my daily blog roll, I am saddened to see that many of us are losing momentum. Of course the always-faithful FARMstrong is still humming along, and Dan perpetually provide us with fresh and exciting content (see the current Mirrored by Battles video post). But it appears my siblings are slacking. I know, i know, who am I to question my siblings? My blog-o-meter has not been off the charts in quite a while. But that's not to say my recent time has not been uneventful. I'm in the rhythm of Asbury, of which is quite soothing to take part. These past winter days have been filled with insightful readings, engaging classrooms, and horrible food; At worst a smelly casserole, and at best a fresh cup of coffee.
I had a conversation the other day with my sister and Corey, over the phone (one-at-a-time, no conference calls here) and I realized how utterly content I am. Of course, I have the occasional complaint and every now and then it hits me that I live in WILMORE, but the honest truth is, at the end of the day, I love to rest my tired mind in my well-lived dorm room, on this intoxicating campus. I swear Asbury gives off fumes or something, and it forces you to be inspired. The truth is that God is present, in the dorm room and in the class room. I am so thankful for my education. It is both eternally true and eternally spiritual. I am so thankful to do the very "unordinary" work of reading a book and talking over its theory, to quote my Professor.
The Lord has done a graceful work in Mike and me. We must submit to him daily, and give praise for he deserves our adoration. We were in the desert, both surrounded and alone. We had everything at our fingertips but we could feel nothing. We called out to God and he heard our cries. Thanks be to God for Asbury. Thanks be to God for grace.
I love everyone who reads this, even though now it's probably just my mom.
Wes
I had a conversation the other day with my sister and Corey, over the phone (one-at-a-time, no conference calls here) and I realized how utterly content I am. Of course, I have the occasional complaint and every now and then it hits me that I live in WILMORE, but the honest truth is, at the end of the day, I love to rest my tired mind in my well-lived dorm room, on this intoxicating campus. I swear Asbury gives off fumes or something, and it forces you to be inspired. The truth is that God is present, in the dorm room and in the class room. I am so thankful for my education. It is both eternally true and eternally spiritual. I am so thankful to do the very "unordinary" work of reading a book and talking over its theory, to quote my Professor.
The Lord has done a graceful work in Mike and me. We must submit to him daily, and give praise for he deserves our adoration. We were in the desert, both surrounded and alone. We had everything at our fingertips but we could feel nothing. We called out to God and he heard our cries. Thanks be to God for Asbury. Thanks be to God for grace.
I love everyone who reads this, even though now it's probably just my mom.
Wes
posted by wes at 9:57 PM
6 Comments:
Could not agree more. I think we are at the most submissive and modest points in our lives, and through that conversations and friendship are deeper than ever before.
Asbury is a Deep well, you must lean against it's walls and peer in the dark abbess to view the true beauty of this place.
Blessed be his name.
For his kingdom Come, His will be done.
good words wessey. love mom. ;-)
thanks Wes, It was good to talk with you the other day. You really encouraged Shelley and I. Love you bro.
wes... your mom told me to read your blog.
you're a champion. thanks for being a peacemaker in chapel today.
Wes, I enjoy reading your thoughts and how God is working in you! He is wonderful!
hey cousin.
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