I've got a lot of pictures from this trip...
Top Left, Lesley and I outside the capitol after our tour. Tulips were in season EVERYWHERE we went. Yellows, reds, and pinks, and I took pictures by all of them. Top right, Lesley and I taking one of our famous camera in hand photos (she's got the long arms) with the monument behind us. It was a beautiful (and humid) day. Middle left pic, Lesley eating her half of the chicken salad sandwich that we split at the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum. Obviously the picture next to that is me. (We take food pics, it's part of the whole travel experience!) Bottom right picture was taken in downtown Annapolis Maryland, with our old friend Polly from Bakersfield. Downtown Annapolis was beautiful and I got yet another magnet to add to my collection. More still to come...
D.C. Photos
Library of Congress pic. I didn't have enough time to get my free ID badge...bummer. This was the first place that Lesley took me to. Our tour started late so we didn't have enough time to take in all that the building/tour had to offer. We had to get a move on to the pentagon! The inside of the Library was stunning, I loved the architecture and the vast color paintings on the wall. So much art, so much to take in, I don't even remember half of what my tour guide had to say...
A shift..
Davis. What in the world am I doing there? The only thing that I can come up with is that I have some time to develop relationships with new people. Other than that, it seems like a pretty weird place for me to be. Yet, it’s the only door, the only opportunity, that was presented to me. What is God up to?
I admit, Davis is a nice little town. There are trees everywhere and everything feels peaceful. A friend of mine said it was like “Pleasantville.” I’m not so sure that I agree, but it definitely feels like a happy place with little problems. Which, come to think of it-sounds like the perfect place for me. However, I feel out of sorts.
My new digs is small and cozy. My room is of decent size, and my cat gets to live with me now instead of in the garage. He is so needy, he is driving me nuts. Won’t let me sleep, always trying to get into things, makes noise, always wants to be by my side. My roommate just got back from Mexico last night so we haven’t had much time to hang out. I’m going to make dinner for her this week though. All in all, it feels good to be settled into this new place, it feels like something is at work…
Along with my move, I’ve felt changes in other aspects of my life. Well, maybe not changes, but a strong searching. I’ve found myself confronted with issues in my life that I shoved aside years ago. I find myself questioning the character of God, but trying to leave out opinions and restrictions. Sometimes it’s really confusing, often times, I’m overwhelmed. Who is this God that I’ve known for so long? Do I really know Him at all? How well? Does he really know me? I definitely don’t want to be one of those people who gets to heaven after years of claiming to know Christ only to find that I’ve been told, “I never knew you.” That certainly can’t be me. So what is there to do? To whom do I seek for guidance? I read a nice proverb today: “For waging war you need guidance, and for victory many advisers" Proverbs 24:6. So I’ve been given some good counsel recently, from an old pastor, and a woman who’s known the Lord for many years-and I felt encouraged, I felt like I was given some peace. I’ve got another meeting in the works to discuss these things. I wonder if the yearning and desire of my heart isn’t significant; I wonder if it’s no coincidence. Could God be calling me to something specific? What is he trying to teach me through this?
