Smells like fall is in the air.

Dare I speak too soon and jinx it.. the sky is a deeper blue, the air is cool, and slightly breezy.

Truly it is my favorite time of year.

Ironically, everything is so rich and vibrant in it's change. And in it's death. It reminds me how in everything, Jesus makes us beautiful. In the dying and decay of leaves and trees there is inevitably new beginning. Where there is chaos, he makes beauty. Where there is uncertainty, he carries the process.

So I'm sucking at fasting Ramadan. I've broken it a million times mindlessly.
Mindlessly: I love this:


Inothernews:
I'm getting my life together. How about that. :)

Art in Indonesia

The earth cannot resist the rain you bring. Neither can my heart.

What else?

I find myself wondering at this point more and more frequently, 'what else?'
Seems like however much I am learning, however much I am doing, no matter the depth I reach relationally- I want more. I want to go deeper. I want to learn and do new things. I want to risk more of Jesus in my days.

And as I was flying downward from the crest of a roller coaster this afternoon..I thought to myself within a moment, "I am an adrenaline junkie. That's why I run after things the way I do. That's why I'm okay to be impulsive.'
All throughout the day, Dana kept saying things to me like, 'You have both nerves and a stomach of steel, Kate.' and 'You are one of a kind.' and 'You're the only one I could say this to...'

Why?
Why has He wired me like this? To accomplish what purpose? Why is it that I am FUELED when I hear teachings on 1 Jn.3 that tell me I cannot sin, because his seed remains in me, or when I meet someone in a 40 minute line at Busch Gardens who doesn't know the forgiveness I know? Why am I energized by the unknown and the prospect of gaining wisdom and understanding? Or being transformed by the renewing of my mind? Why is there a zealous heart in my body to know intimately: the emotions of God, the supernatural, and the power of one message?

There's this eagerness in me that wants to expedite and call out the spiritual clash in certain geographic regions and peoples.

... I come to the finish of days like this, and my heart is thirsty, whispering, 'please, more of you, Jesus.'
My eyes drift to a close as I ask Him to be the sunset to all my days.. and just before my dreams take flight, I hear Him answer me... 'You will see my glory.'

elf: i love you!!!