Sunday, funday...

Today I went to church, had choir rehearsal, and then went out to lunch with my friend Emily. From there we kinda went where the wind took us... Although the sun was not shining, Chicagoland got up to 79 today! It was beautiful outside, and here I sit with my windows wide as a light breeze passes through every so often. It was so refreshing to have nice weather and to spend a day with Emily. We talked about anything and everything, but one topic that stuck out was "life after college." We both seem to be going through a stage of life where we feel deep loneliness at times, great joy at others, and most of all feelings of restlessness. I recently heard one of my friends say, "I wish I could just run away. I don't know where I want to go, but I want to literally run away." I get that. I sometimes feel so restless with where my God has me these days. I love my job, and am grateful to be saving money for the time being, but I miss the incredibly sweet community I experienced while at Moody. It is always encouraging to know that I am not alone in feeling this way, but I wish with all that is in me to not feel it. I want to be content in the in between. I want to find consistent joy in the mundane of life. I know that nothing but Christ can serve this need...

more of you Jesus, more of you!

Dear refuge of my weary soul,
On Thee, when sorrows rise
On Thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies
To Thee I tell each rising grief,
For Thou alone canst heal
Thy Word can bring a sweet relief,
For every pain I feel

But oh! When gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call Thee mine
The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline
Yet gracious God, where shall I flee?
Thou art my only trust
And still my soul would cleave to Thee
Though prostrate in the dust

Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face,
And shall I seek in vain?
And can the ear of sovereign grace,
Be deaf when I complain?
No still the ear of sovereign grace,
Attends the mourner’s prayer
Oh may I ever find access,
To breathe my sorrows there

Thy mercy seat is open still,
Here let my soul retreat
With humble hope attend Thy will,
And wait beneath Thy feet,
Thy mercy seat is open still,
Here let my soul retreat
With humble hope attend Thy will,
And wait beneath Thy feet