This is the girly version. For the boy version, go here Pinch me. I must be dreaming. This can’t be real. Any minute now, I will wake up in the Annex of the library across the table from a corps boy who snores like a chainsaw. pinch Nope. It’s real. I’m awake and I’m in … Continue reading
Author Archives: welderbeth
When it rains, it pours. Then you dance and it doesn’t even matter anymore.
Lately, I’ve been wondering how we’re supposed to hear God’s voice. When people say, “God spoke to me,” what does that mean? How? There are countless examples in the Bible of God speaking through the silence, through a burning bush, through men, through angels. How does He speak to us now? In the same ways? … Continue reading
So my computer got broken in the famous Rolling Brownouts last week but we’re up and running again. The FedEx guy delivered a new power cord yesterday during my nap; for some reason, this also means that he brought motivation. Yay! God has been teaching me so much. Most of it, I enjoyed learning. Here’s … Continue reading
I remember that one time when you called me and told me that you had a vision. I was slightly jealous because that’s cool. But that’s beside the point. You knew it was towards the end of your life and you were in a room with a very long table. On the table was pictures … Continue reading
One time my family was visiting some friends in Houston at their house. They have two twin girls named Lauren and Emily. I was chillin’ like the cool junior high kid I was in the den and Leah came in. We had this conversation. Leah: Lawrence Samster died. Beth: I don’t know who that is. … Continue reading
The Ekklescia
I’ve joined a house church. Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’m still at FBC Bryan but this house church is quickly becoming my place to get spiritually fed. We’re based on authentic relationships, meaning real. Not the mask-wearing kind of relationships that happen sometimes at institutional churches. We’re based on active faith- taking what we’re learning … Continue reading
What the heck is going on with me? Why am I liking things that I used to not, and not liking things that I used to love? If you can tell me, let me know. EDIT: I spoke too soon. I have just read an Elizabeth Barrett Browning poem. It’s one of God’s many love … Continue reading
In my continuing narrative of the homeless, tonight me and my amigo nuevo, little Tim, took lasagna, french bread, and ice cream over to the guy’s house for dinner. We shot the breeze a little bit, ate some food, talked about how long it had been since they’d had ice cream. Big Tim, who owns the … Continue reading
Look: Johnny Kenny Tim Like I said, the response I’ve gotten to asking for money and stuff for these men has been awesome. We took another load over there yesterday that included a microwave! It was interesting cause they were excited about the food and stuff for about 5 minutes and then they wanted to … Continue reading
Just to let you know the dual nature of my classes this semester… In Music class, we had a sitar and tabla player (traditional Indian instruments) come and play for us today. It was awesome and beautiful. In Russian Art on Monday, we watched a ballet where a fawn made love to a scarf. Disparities? … Continue reading