being a good steward

"That's a pretty gnarly crack you got there on your phone" my friend comments the first time he sees my phone. Yes, my phone has a pretty large crack that runs along the left side of my phone screen to about 1/3 into my phone. And then a separate crack glides along the top, oh and a little tiny piece actually fell into the screen so its stuck and theres a small hole. (can you visualize it yet?) But it gets worse when I pull out my ipod because theres another huge crack in the shape of an X on the top half of that too. When people see my phone and ipod together they ask me why I'm so careless with my belongings.

In my defense, the ipod I could not help. I was desperately running to catch the bus so i could make it to class on time (this was when I lived 20 minutes via bus away from campus booo) when it fell out of my cardigan pocket, fell on the cement and then dragged for a good half a block before I realized I should probably stop and pick up my dragging piece of precious metal. That feeling sucks, when you pick up your electronic off the floor, hoping for the best, and then turn it up to find out the damage. It kind of feels like a....small punch to your gut. To make it worse, the bus did not even come that day. My phone...well, I just dropped it really bad one Saturday after flyering for the Easter play.

I thought about replacing my phone at least just so it doesn't look so ugly and so people stop asking me the "what happened!?!?!" question over and over again. But to be honest these cracks kind of grew on me...I jokingly respond now and simply say that "it gives my belongings character. plus, no one will want to steal these from me :D" store treasures in heaven, not on earth! attach myself to things above, I've been praying about being more kingdom-minded lately - I considered it to be a prayer answered.

But the other day a contrary thought came to me...what about being a good steward of my belongings? What about taking care of the things that are given to me. So I am working on that now. Doing my best to take care of the things I have, without growing too attached...And note to self: buy cases for electronics before it's too late.

Wordblock

Over the past few days I've been struggling with the ability to express myself in writing. Either I'm out of practice or I just haven't been thinking hard enough lately. I blame the heat and lack of reading I've been doing on my part these days. I miss the ability to articulate myself through the stringing together of words to paint the perfect picture of what's inside to surface (for example, that right there was the oddest run-on I've seen in awhile..)

All I can think of right now is one korean word that would aptly describe how I feel: 답답해

I'm pooped.

King of Anything

pianos made of silverware

back from mexico! part uno

Just got back from Mexico missions in Sonora/Sonoyta. I'm so emotionally/physically exhausted and yet so excited I want to share and type everything I felt and saw out but my fingers are at war with my mind. Plus some things need to be processed for longer so I may just spread different topics out on different posts. So lets start out with something easy, like the food YUM.

We ate a total of 21 mexican meals for breakfast, lunch and dinner straight. I've never eaten so well on a mission trip before and I don't think I ever will again. Not only did I already love Mexican food (king taco and el taurino what whattt) but authentic Mexican food takes it to another level. Our team was blessed with a team of 5 wonder-women members of the church who would so lovingly and sacrificially prepare all of our meals every day for a week and a half. carne asada tacos, bean burritos, tamales, tostadas, fish tacos, oh and coke with every single meal. Mexicans drink coke like its water, I think I've had enough to last me the next 5 years.

More than anything I was so touched by all of the love from the hands that prepared each of those meals. Every day they would stand there with beads of sweat dripping down the sides of their face as they greet us standing behind all the food they prepared. During hours they weren't serving us they'd be chatting together in the kitchen, catching a break before they get back to standing around the fire making homemade tortillas for the next meal.

Cooking has got to be a love language, I don't know why it isn't already.