Wednesday, June 15, 2011


Every so often I revisit my obsession for India.  It's back with vengeance.  All I want to do is wear my nasty silk saris in 120 degree weather, drink 8 lukewarm water bottles, and be completely unsatisfied with the time I'm spending in the Word.

Seriously.  I remember feeling like three hours reading my Bible and praying was just a small part of my daily itinerary.  Now it seems as though three minutes is a significant commitment (keep in mind it's three minutes of Bible after having watched Iron Man - maybe it's because I think Tony Stark is a fox).  Whenever I watch Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi (yeah, I know, I'm weird.  I own a Bollywood movie.) I remember the days of suffering in the heat and offering God something that was far more worth while than what I offer the Almighty these days.  When surrounded by darkness and oppression, it seems like a dependence on God is far more necessary.  Most of the time I feel self-sufficient and I count on my God-given intuition to guide me in decision making.  I wish I wouldn't. I wish I couldn't. Maybe I just need the accountability of India to keep me falling to the feet of grace.

Ok, I don't really have anything else to say about that. Mostly all I can think to say right now is:
1. I'm excited - so excited - to go to Vegas this weekend.  Thank you Living Social for your cheap deals.
2. I just started reading The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and will attempt to finish it by its due date.
3. My next big sewing project - reupholster my sister-in-law's chair that I now claim as my own.
4. Have to start packing so I can live with my puppies.  Finally. Firefox and Curly White. April and Makena.
5. Miss my family in Africa.  So much. I might move there.

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