Tremble, O earth, at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the God of Jacob, Who turned the hard rock into a pool of water and flint-stone into a flowing spring. Psalm 114
So I am wandering around Downtown, waiting for the teacher certification office to open. There is an announcement on the State of Arizona website saying that they have temporary office hours schedule while they update their internet system. It was posted November 12, 2012. Welcome to the state of Arizona education.
Downtown is full of homeless people. Most of them are trying to piece together a semblance of togetherness. For instance, a bright smear of red lipstick to cover up a mouth of missing teeth. I saw someone brush off a bench before they gingerly sat down with their plastic bags. Some have more tats than others.The people behind me are talking about the "nicest guy ever, a teacher and family man who dotes on his kids," getting caught with a jump drive of kiddy porn.
So many stories. None of us planned to be edging our way past the city worker blasting the sidewalk with a high-pressure hose.
That's what I remember from Istanbul. God Almighty gently nudging me, "and I love that one, and that one, and yes, especially that one."
We are creatures of His handiwork, beloved just because. He whispers, "Come drink, oh you who are thirsty."
And that is enough.
Selah.
So I am wandering around Downtown, waiting for the teacher certification office to open. There is an announcement on the State of Arizona website saying that they have temporary office hours schedule while they update their internet system. It was posted November 12, 2012. Welcome to the state of Arizona education.
Downtown is full of homeless people. Most of them are trying to piece together a semblance of togetherness. For instance, a bright smear of red lipstick to cover up a mouth of missing teeth. I saw someone brush off a bench before they gingerly sat down with their plastic bags. Some have more tats than others.The people behind me are talking about the "nicest guy ever, a teacher and family man who dotes on his kids," getting caught with a jump drive of kiddy porn.
So many stories. None of us planned to be edging our way past the city worker blasting the sidewalk with a high-pressure hose.
That's what I remember from Istanbul. God Almighty gently nudging me, "and I love that one, and that one, and yes, especially that one."
We are creatures of His handiwork, beloved just because. He whispers, "Come drink, oh you who are thirsty."
And that is enough.
Selah.
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