In the Library.....

Jason and I are at the library right now. I'm sitting next to him and he's plucking away at the computer, distraught over a huge presentation he has due tomorrow. Watching him stress out makes me happy I'm done with school and yet sad that he's frazzled. Soon it'll be over. Soon he'll graduate. And soon we'll have "normal" lives. Maybe.... I've often wondered if we're capable of having "normal" lives and I've wondered even more whether or not we'd ever want a "normal" life.

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It's difficult to focus my thoughts since the longer I sit here the more I notice a headache coming on. These flourescent lights.... who invented them? Is it just me or do they cause anyone else headaches? The computer screen must be full of them and I'm certain the overhanging lights are flourescent bulbs hiding under glass globes.
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I don't have a huge agenda of things to get done while being here at the library but I did want to read some. I brought the book "The Shack" since I've heard it's good. So far I've read a few chapters but had hoped to read a couple more tonight. I also brought the "Morning and Evening" Devotional by Charles H. Spurgeon. His devotionals are encouraging and compel me to live passionately for my God. I do randomly post some of his devotionals- those the Holy Spirit uses to speak to my heart. So if you're ever wondering how Spring became so "smart-sounding," you may not be suprised to find out it's not me. It's Charles Spurgeon. I love how he words things- so straightforward and passionately.

Alright I'm signing off so I can read in the library next to my stressed out husband.

"Sin.....exceeding sinful." Romans 7:13

Beware of light thoughts of sin. At the time of conversion, the conscience is so tender, that we are afraid of the slightest sin, Young converts have a holy timidity, a godly fear lest they should offend God. But alas! Very soon the fine bloom upon these first ripe fruits is removed by the rough handling of the surrounding world: the sensitive plant of young piety turns into a willow in after life, too pliant, too easily yielding. It is sadly true, that even a Christian may grow by degrees so callous, that the sin which once startled him does not alarm him in the least. By degrees men get familiar with sin. The ear in which the canon has been booming will not notice the slight sounds. At first a little sin startles us; but soon we say, "Is it not a little one?" Then there comes another, larger, and then another, until by degrees we begin to regard sin as but a little ill; and then flows an unholy presumption" "We have not fallen into open sin. True, we tripped a little, but we stood upright in the main. We may have uttered one unholy word, but as for the most of our conversation, it has been consistent." So we palliate sin; we throw a cloak over it; we call it by dainty names. Christian, beware how thou thinkest lightly of sin. Take heed lest thou fall little by little. Sin, a little thing? Is it not a poisen? Who knows it deadliness? Sin, a little thing? Do not the little foxes spoil the grapes? Doth not the tiny coral insect build a rock which wrecks a navy? Do not little strokes fell lofty oaks? Will not continual droppings wear away stones? Sin, a little thing? It girded the Redeemer's head with thorns, and pierced His heart! It made Him suffer anguish, bitterness and woe. Could you weigh the least sin in the scales of eternity, you would fly from it as from a serpent, and abhor the least appearance of evil. Look upon all sin as that which crucified the Savior, and you will see it to be "exceeding sinful."

Philidelphia, Pennsylvania

We're in PA right now, at the hotel. We're getting back Saturday or Sunday. FYI to all ya'll, we cancelled our cell phone service so cannot be contacted anymore via our cell phones. When we get back we'll get our new home phone number out to everyone. We also don't have internet anymore but can check it at work and at school. If you call and can't get through, it's because out cell phones no longer work.

It's beautiful here in PA. Much warmer than the Twin Cities. We're heading back up to our room!

I killed a bug this morning...

I killed a bug this morning,
And yesterday I killed two.
These bugs were black flies...
the kind that sit on poo.
I wonder if God gets sad
when I kill His bugs...
And if I should feel bad,
when I choose to smash them.
I admit that it would suck...
it would suck to be born a fly,
the opposition you would face
Would make you want to cry...
I may think twice next time,
before squashing a fly.


Man, I'm a good poem writer.....