joytension

Hey there...

"joytension" is the new word I just made up to describe where I'm at right now.

It's the state of being unable to tell whether your energy, which seems at times to be bubbling over uncontrollably, comes from joy or from tension.

I have so many things to be thankful for, and they are all God. He loves, and loves, and loves, and just to top it off, he loves some more and gives his Spirit. I have never felt God's presence so strongly as I do now. I am lagging in reading the Bible, and I don't nearly pray enough... I am so thirsty, so desperately thirsty - my inmost being cries out in desperation for the refreshing liquid that is communion with my God, and I know He is there and will give me all I can ever take, when I turn from my distractions and just drink deeply.

"But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
They will run and not grow weary,
They will walk and not be faint."

I have so many things giving me tension in my life. They are uni, EU, connect, friendships, family, leisure, and they are all becoming tense now. My armour is actually working! The shoes of the gospel of peace are making me ready for the barrage, the shield of faith is deflecting the first fronts of the attack, and the belt of truth is binding it all together. I wonder though, when will I learn to use my sword?

"And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints."

gem

I hope that one day, in heaven, God will show me the word to end all words - the word that describes any situation so perfectly that no conjuring of extraneous syllables nor extended pontification is necessary, which ends all frustration in an instant. I bet it's only got two syllables and rolls off the tongue real nice.

storm

Indeed, when will this storm end?
On the weekend?
I doubt it, for no storm affecting so many passes so soon.
At the end of semester?
Surely not, for stress can only add to it.
In StuVac?
No, for the storm's clouds will fill our minds in between every studied fact and the next.
After exams?
The relief will only give way to what has been suppressed, and the rain shall strengthen anew.
At Club Veg?
It never rains, but it pours.
Overseas?
You always take the weather with you.
Next year?
The dry wind of February, the beautiful colours of early autumn, and the cold and rainy winter will all come around again.

I may say that I like the rain, but I don't. Oh God, please let my umbrella hold out until the storm has passed.