I'm sitting here at the 24-hour Starbucks in tiger town, a place I've come to know all too well in the many hours I've spent studying here, and I'm feeling very claustrophobic.
I have an exam, a midterm, and a paper due tomorrow.
But I have no motivation whatsoever to work on any of it.
Instead, I just registered for Passion Conference 2010 and I'm SO DANG excited.

It feels like fall in Auburn finally.
I've been wearing jeans and hoodies all week...and there's just nothing better.
Pretty soon the leaves will start changing colors. If you've never been to east Alabama in the fall, you really haven't seen anything.

And all I want to do is sit outside and drink coffee and read a book. Or write one. Or lay in the grass and listen to music. Or go on a walk with a good friend. Or listen to a cute boy play guitar on a blanket on hippie hill.

I have absolutely no desire to study accounting. Or really to do school at all.
Days like today feel too right, too good, too freeing to spend on school work or stupid sorority meetings.
I'm feeling very limited by some of the things in my life.
But I'm living for a limitless God.
And that's just not adding up.

Not today, at least.

Not here at Starbucks, surrounded by over-priced text books filled with limited, temporary, underwhelming information.

I'm restless and bored.

Maybe I should just say screw it and not study.

Or maybe I should think about changing my major.

Or maybe I should suck it up and do my work and remember that I'm called to be a student today.

Damn.

Can I just say, that standing in the beautiful Auburn stadium, under a completely black sky, in the POURING rain, surrounded by all my friends, standing next to a cute boy who loves Jesus, watching the cops try (and fail miserably) to make the students leave the stands, as the entire student body sings "I wanna knowww, have you everrr seen the rain?" is probably one of my most memorable moments in life.

Seriously, it just doesnt get better than that.

He chose us.
He doesn't need us, but he wants us.
He created us.
He knows us.
He loves us.

I am a big, giant, messy, scary train wreck.
But the God of the universe looks lovingly at me and desires an intimate relationship with me.

I turn my face from him every single day.
But every single day he loves me and shows himself to me and draws me to himself.

Why does this not blow our minds every second of the day??
How in the world do we manage to forget this, or at least ignore it, and try to go our own way??

We are idiots.
Giant, screwed up, sinful idiots.

Dearly loved, uniquely made, intimately known idiots.