Scripps Sundays

Heather Fosth sent me a text a couple of days ago  with this picture letting me know she was praying for your time in college:  I love that and am also praying for time well-wasted as you figure out who and what to invest in as you chart your course in the coming days and years there. And I want to remind you that I love you every step of the way, little rose..... 

https://youtu.be/n8tOSRJ90BM Psalm 139:23,24 Search me O God, and know my heart Test me and know my anxious thoughts See if there is any offensive way in me And lead me in the way everlasting Listening to this song that we played at your Crossing makes me so happy as I love hearing Randall Goodgame remembering them from our time at Midtown in Nashville and also hearing the African Children's choir from Uganda reminds me of our time in Kenya together.   You are known and so deeply loved..... 

Such good words in this first semester for you at Scripps..... A Liturgy for Stu dents and Scholars  May I learn to love learning, O Lord, for the world is yours, and all things in it speak —each in their way—of you: of your mind,   your designs, your artistry, your power, your unfolding purpose. All knowledge is your knowledge.   All wisdom your wisdom. Therefore, as I apply myself to learning, may I be mindful that all created things are your creative expression, that all stories are held within your greater story, and that all disciplines of order and design  are a chasing after your thoughts— so that greater mastery of these subjects will yield ever greater knowledge of the symmetry   and wonder of your ways. Along this journey,   O Great Architect of Life and Beauty,   bless me with teachers who are passionate about the subjects they t...

  This is one of my absolute favorite blog posts,  and I wanted to share it with you as I think these are powerful words  to have in your heart as you think about framing your experience at Scripps.  And Ezra blessed the LORD, the great God, and all the people answered, “Amen, Amen,” lifting up their hands. And they bowed their heads and worshiped the LORD with their faces to the ground.  — Nehemiah 8:6 I was a Christian, and I was a dancer. A  ballerina , as I liked to avow with all the solemnity of seventeen. Studying classical ballet three and four days out of the week, showing up early to stretch before class, wrestling against all the opposing forces of aching muscles and tight tendons to add a fraction of a degree to my  arabesque  or half an inch of height to my  grande jete’ . I loved it, and I worked hard, both of which I owe almost exclusively to the much greater fact of a superlatively excellent teacher. She drew me out of the...