Letting it sink in.

Sometimes I need to hear something over and over and over and over… and over again for it to sink in. I was reminded of this hymn today; what a simple and wonderful message.

God Will Take Care of You

Ci­vil­la D. Mar­tin, 1904

Be not dismayed whate’er betide,
God will take care of you;
Beneath His wings of love abide,
God will take care of you.

Refrain:
God will take care of you,
Through every day, over all the way,
He will take care of you,
God will take care of you.

Through days of toil when heart doth fail,
God will take care of you;
When dangers fierce your path assail,
God will take care of you.

All you may need He will provide,
God will take care of you;
Nothing you ask will be denied,
God will take care of you.

No matter what may be the test,
God will take care of you;
Lean, weary one, upon His breast,
God will take care of you.

One Day

Can’t sleep.

I think too much. I don’t mean overthinking things, I just think about a lot of things in great detail. Especially at night when I should be (was deterimined to be) asleep. But, this works out well since I’ve been neglecting my blog again. Don’t expect a theme or any consistency.

After realizing all the money I was carrying in my wallet was foreign, I decided to go to the ATM across the street a few weeks ago. For the first time in nearly two years I was charged a service fee. A three dollar service fee. Granted, it wasn’t my bank’s ATM, and my bank reimburses me for these fees, but I just found it a bit odd considering I’ve withdrawn money in Afghanistan, Belgium, France, Germany and New Zealand and never paid a service charge. It’s good to be back…

Thankfully, there aren’t very many places I need cash these days, except for the new farmer’s market that is opening up this weekend, right next to my apartment complex! If this works out, I’ll be delaying the purchase of a car by another few months because I won’t really need one. I don’t think I could have picked a better location–it takes me two minutes to walk to work, I can run along the Brazos any time I please and now the Waco Downtown Farmer’s Market will be here every Saturday all year round.

Not having a car is a bit of an inconvenience though, but putting off a purchase lets me continue to be picky. I don’t just want a “car”; there are plenty of Honda somethings and Toyota whatevers in my price range but I’m determined to buy something with a bit more character. I really do enjoy driving and I’d hate to turn it into a chore.

Not having a car makes visiting churches a bit of a challenge too, but it’s not my biggest challenge. I hate trying to find a new church. If you haven’t picked up on it, I’m picky and I think about everything which makes the process that much harder. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking for perfection, if anything I’m looking for potential. I’m a bit worn out with mission statements and “purpose”–we have one purpose, to glorify God; when we’re finished with that, we can move on to those “other things”. I could go on, but then I’d have to organize my thoughts and that would mean the opposite of sleep.

Have you ever been to two churches (or five) and thought “if these two groups of people got together, it would be awesome!” It would be awesome, and one day it will be awesome, today is not that day. One day.

obligatory birthday post

So, on my birthday I’m suppose to write something about life and growing older, and I tried to come up with something but I’ve got nothing. So instead, here is a hymn that I can’t get out of my head (and why would I want to??). I love the whole song, but I am especially loving this line at the moment: “We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us.” I grew up singing this song in church, but it was only recently that I began to really appreciate what I have been singing; There is a lot of truth packed into just 4 verses — read them slowly, sing them out loud; enjoy!

A Mighty Fortress Is Our God
Martin Luther.

1. A mighty fortress is our God,
A bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing;
For still our ancient foe
doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great,
and, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.

2. Did we in our own strength confide,
Our striving would be losing
Were not the right Man on our side,
The Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabbaoth, His name,
from age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.

3. And though this world, with devils filled,
Should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us:

The Prince of Darkness grim,
we tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,
for lo, his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.

4. That word above all earthly powers,
No thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours
Through Him Who with us sideth;
Let goods and kindred go,
this mortal life also;
The body they may kill:
God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.