Half a year: How long it's been since the last time I added to this compilation of thoughts from the past.
Half-life: The time needed for a substance to decrease half through decay (Thank you online Earth Science for this pertinent knowledge I've accumulated over the past three months)
Half a glass: Orange juice: what I drank for breakfast this morning.
Half-hearted: How I've struggled feeling about school this year... one step forward, two steps back, and learning to be joyful despite the impediments.
Half a century: How young my precious mom will be turning soon. She's one of the most beautiful people I've ever met. I wish you could meet her too.
Half-off: What we love finding on price tags at the store.
Half-thrilled, Half-scared witless: About the future, about the grand adventures the Lord throws us into when we feel wholly inadequate and underprepared, only to be reminded that it is nothing we do, but only through him that we live and breath and exist.
Half-full: How I prefer to see the glass.
Half a month: How long it's been since getting LSAT scores back and realizing that the crazy ambitions planted somewhere inside me since being young actually have a chance of becoming reality.
Half-time: An alteration of rhythmic feel by doubling the tempo or the part of the Super Bowl we never watched growing up.
Half an hour: How long it'll take me to write this little excerpt instead of studying, but certainly worth the time.
Those are my "Halves" this morning as I sit here thinking about the past 183 days wich have elapsed since my last time filling this online box with text flowing from the offshoots of my thoughts. Mostly, this morning has reminded me that the Lord is good, and that I am not apart from Him. Life in many ways has proven to be a trek more than a walk along the beach. It's proven to shatter some of my idyllic notions and to buttress their opposites. Reading in 1 Corinthians this morning, this blessed me: "He will keep you strong to the end, so that you will be blameless on the day of our Lord Jesus Christ. God who has called you into fellowship with his Son Jesus Christ our Lord, is faithful."
Remembering faithfulness in the everyday world is something that, if I were honest, doesn't happen enough in my life. I don't often enough open the crusty brown refrigerator door in our little apartment to get the leftover alfredo pasta and immediately think "I've been given food today; He is faithful." I don't often enough sit in front of my small library of textbooks and think "I've been given an opportunity to learn today; He is faithful." Thankfully, though, God's faithfulness is not dependent upon my recognition or appreciation of it, but rather inherent in His very nature.
How I see it evidenced over the past six months, and how I constantly need to be reminded.
