life update

So much to say. Where to begin?

- It's been 2 weeks since the phone call. Since then I've received a supplementary email regarding this situation. The email was quite strange to me; accusing me further of things I had no idea I was doing. The email also required a response from me. I called her back the next day to talk about what kind of response would be required of me. That was more than a week ago.

I have nowhere left to go but wait from here. If she wants to talk to me, she will. If anything, perhaps the expedited recovery of the G is consuming her time. If so, then I'll gladly be put on the side. However, I have peace in my decision that, at least until now, this will continue to be my catharsis.

- Lola is absolutely incredible. Despite the fact that this cancer finds ways to rear its hideous head in new, confounding ways on a daily basis, Lola's faith continues to shine brighter and brighter.

Take yesterday for example. Here she is, clearly drained of energy, yet she still finds ways to respond to all of our voices. She still persists to show everyone how strong she truly is. Talking is difficult for her, but when she does talk, it's easy to get blown away.

If I were in the same situation, I would be kicking and complaining and screaming.
Lola on the other hand? She gently sings the words "Why should I be discouraged?" form the song "His Eye Is On The Sparrow"

That's confidence. When, amidst the pain and grief, your soul finds solace in the fact that the Maker of the universe is paying attention to your life. The song that lola picked could not be any more precise. A song that beautifully melodies the fact that the great God, who singlehandedly sustains all life, cares deeply about us; the thought that God takes complete care of a simple bird--down to the details of what they eat in the morning and night. If such, how much more does he take care of us (who are of much greater value to God)?

I always pray for God to alleviate her pain. The grimace on her face speaks loudly of the pain she perpetually endures. If Christ, in sweet mercy, would allow for it to be easier it would mean so much.

- School needs to be over soon. Classes aren't too good but they're aren't that bad either. I do have two tests (on the same day no less) next thursday. Get excited.

- CallieAnn finally got back in touch with me. She seems to be taking her storm rather hard. I dearly hope that she would stand on her faith. I want to talk with her. I miss our conversations. Alas, I will still wait patiently. She will contact me when she's ready.

- Churchwise, things are really going great right now. Louie Giglio is finishing his two-part series this sunday. I would go on about how amazing his talk was last sunday, but it would be an injustice to both Louie and God. Essentially this is what was stressed...

The Cross, in all walks of life, is evidence of God's unique individualized care for us. We may not always understand it at first, but if you look at the cross long enough (as well as embrace the nail marks long enough), the Answer will suddenly shine clearly.

Another Eric joined our small group. He's from Ft. Lauderdale. After eating Waffle House with him last thursday, all I have to say is get excited.

- I'm broke.

- I talked with some Jehovah's Witnesses on Sunday. They wanted to argue whether or not Natural Disasters came from God. They said they'd come back this sunday. I really hope so; I'd love to discuss the mystery of the trinity with them.

- I also talked with an "up-and-coming" rapper on my school campus last week. I took one of his CDs. He proceeded to ask for a "donation" of $2 bucks for the CD. I gave back the CD. Then our conversations went something along the lines of...

"Why you don't want to support me man?"
"I am supporting you. You'll get more money from someone else who will like your CD more than me."
"Naw man why don't you want to support me?"
"I am...here's your CD back."

This continued for the next 10 minutes...

Eventually he finally gave up on me. I tried to shake his hand and wished him only the best. He said "why would I shake your hand? You don't want to support me. Your type of people never buy my music. I just thought you would be different."

I smiled and walked away. Of all things he chose to play the race card as his trump. Ironically, he probably felt sorry for me.

- I guess that's it for now. My wrist hurts from typing.