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As I am sitting here, I am wondering if longing for something is healthy at all. Some longings heavily based on reminiscing seem dangerous. Dwelling on the past can be borderline sinful, something that’s concrete, at least for me.  It clearly is not God’s desire to dwell on what once was a part of my life & things or experiences I am missing. Longings. But have them I do so maybe blogging about them will help keep my thinking from clogging.

  • Volunteering.  I miss the support that being a part of a program provides.  I miss the deep encouragement of knowing that I had friends to live with & love 24/7, a job to keep me purposeful, a roof & amenities that I did not have to worry so much about.  I worry about all of those things now.
  • Minnesota.  I miss it for the above reason, but also for the warm neighborhoods, gorgeous gardens, “Minnesota-nice”, all the state pride, frozen lakes, feet of snow, the joy of returning spring, Viking-mania, Lake Woebegone, the Beaver Island Trail for biking, the parks & the tater-tot hotdish.
  • Living within walking distance of 98% of my closest friends.  College creates community.  Really good community, too, even when it includes many people you do not care for.  You realize this as soon as you are out of college & suddenly you do not know any of your street neighbors & your best friends are more than an hour driving distance away.
  • City life.  I feel drained when I am not in the city.  Maybe that is because of all the people, all the agendas, all the possibilities for good friends & growth.  Out here past the suburbs where it is not quite the country but the nearest theater is half an hour north, I do not see people unless I need to spend money.  We drive everywhere.  There is little community.  No one is ever outside, which is the worst part.  If I lived in D.C. I would find parks & benches & patches of grass for lunch or anything else I could get done sitting down.
  • Having a sincere, big-picture purpose.  In college, I did not need to think a lot about what my life’s goals were, or understand my genuine motivations for life, or determine my purpose.  In the short term, even though I grew to not enjoy my major, I knew my purpose was to go to school, do my work, pass courses, do things with friends, eat, call home once in a while, etc.  As a volunteer, a lot of what we did was dictated by the program.  Sure, there was more wiggle-room for figuring out my long-term purpose than in college, but when we were not working, meeting, eating or retreating, we were passed out in front of “How I Met Your Mother” reruns… my point is now, without much else giving me purposeful shape to my life, I feel restless, sometimes listless, unsure & doubtful about what happens next.
  • My own coffee pot.  I share morning coffee with my folks now.  This is extremely petty of me, but they like their coffee a certain way & at different times with varying degrees of mess.  I sincerely miss being able to make a pot of coffee to my taste & not have to worry about it all being drunk in ten minutes or a big coffee/cream/sugar mess on the counter top.  I have to safe-guard the pot when I make coffee nowadays.  But coffee is one of my prime worldly comforts so it is not that big of a surprise that I am so irked.

Also: I entirely deleted both Facebook & Twitter last week.  It has not been long enough for me to know if that was the craziest thing I have ever done, especially about the former.  All those connections lost, especially considering my aforementioned “community” longing, makes me think yes.  But they are both huge distractions while I job search & are two things I care way too much about for God to be impressed.


Since coming to MN I have been plagued (or blessed, or whatever) with crazy dreams. By crazy I mean that “whattheheck” usually is my first breath after waking up in the morning. By crazy I mean I’m even embarrassed to share them and admit that such things are floating around in my subconscious. Last night I dreamed that the Nazi party bombed High Point University’s campus, my alma matter. Except HPU was this mighty fortress. I had managed to have a vision of all this taking place before it happened and most of the dream was spent warning everyone I could that the place was gonna topple down. There were skeptics, and when the whole castle fell down, they were buried in the remains. Somehow the rest of the school was safely catapulted out of harms way, and the last thing I remember was Sister Clara, one of the nuns I am living with, driving me far away from the wreckage into what was surely greener grass.

I’ve been telling the Sisters and volunteers about each of my incredibly vivid dreams (I hardly remember my dreams, usually) and Clara immediately piped up and said it was probably all the coffee I’ve been drinking. The coffee is starkly different here in MN than it is on the east coast. Maybe it’s the water. Or God is speaking to me somehow, sending me subtle messages about rebuilding the Church like He did for Saint Francis almost a thousand years ago? But what could God be saying about the Nazi party? Should I warn United Nations about a potential uprising? I dunno. But I do know I’m gonna stop making joe after 7 o’ clock.

Tomorrow is my first day of work! I’m about a two minute bike ride from the Childrens’ Home, a place for physically and mentally battered youth to experience loving community. That’s about all I know about it. I’m biking over there sometime before noon to figure out the rest of my year there. We’re also spending one Wednesday a month at Place of Hope ministries, cooking and serving a community of hungry folks.