Good Sunday morning. Last night was filled (literally) with homework and as I crawled into bed feeling fulfilled, I knew today would be a good one. I woke up to Jessica and Melissa having "church" in our living room. So peaceful, this seems so much closer to what Jesus planned for the church rather than our corporate conglomerate of composure. Sharon put it best when she mentioned how the three minutes of greeting people every Sunday puts our masks up in a place where we should be our most humble, pouring out our insufficiencies before the feet of Yahweh.

Today I will go for a run, do some laundry, study for a philosophy exam on Wednesday, study for a psychology exam on Wednesday, look for Christmas music for Unlimited, shower eventually and then go to Mars Hill (church) with Sharon at 5pm.

So, Thomas has been amazing lately. He has had some really great talks with me this last week, kind of helping me see truth in the midst of misguiding emotion. He has been able to say things that Dad would if he were here. It is so good to be loved by a brother, and truly loved. He speaks such truth that cuts right to the heart and hurts sometimes, but needs to be said. He sees my value and affirms me in just the right ways. But here's the kicker, it's not him that is affirming me, he tells me to direct my self-worth derivative from Christ's opinion of me. Who is this kid? It's almost like he is growing up or something :)