Eating Salad With A Spoon Is Not Easy

I'm not sure what I am going to write.
It's been so long, I feel I should really write something.
I'm pretty content right now in life.
This morning has been peaceful.

Yesterday was a wonderful day! Kale and I went for a 6.4 mile run/ride (I road a bike while he ran.) We did it in 41 minutes, which is pretty good for the runner, but I really didn't work hard except on a few hills. We went climbing at the ymca after the run/ride and then to "Da Cajun Shack" for a bite, pretty good place really.
Last night, was our youth bible study, it was really sweet. We had a lot of neat people there; including our friend that is homeless and another friend that grew up with guns all around him and whose brother was shot right in front of him. I feel so blessed and honored to have people with such different backgrounds that have things that we can learn from. To me, this is what church is really about. It's not about a bunch of middle class white kids getting together because that's what they are supposed to do, and sharing some convicting message about why we need to stop lusting. No, it's about being a family and loving each other and helping one another learn to walk like Christ. Helping each other up when we fall down. No matter who we are. It's about finding the lost and hurting even if it means going to the streets of San Francisco and bringing them home.

I must say however, that this is all heavy stuff. I constantly find myself not knowing what to say when I haven't been there, BUT I am learning that God speaks though one's silence, and sometimes people just need an ear to listen, and not advice. You have compassion for a person and their heart and understand (to a degree) their pain. Though you may not be able to relate, you can still understand.

Perhaps all of this is preparing me for what is to come?

Last night during fellowship I just wanted to cry. I felt so blessed that God would bring so many different people with different backgrounds, different baggage and even different ways they talk to God, and he’s brought us all together as one body, one family, and we can all be on the same page together. Setting disagreements aside and focusing on what really matters. As I was sitting on the floor with my knees to my chest looking down at the words we read, the bible (for the first time in months) again seemed so full of life to me. As I went to bed last night I felt His presents for the first time in a while as we spoke back and forth.

Thank you Father.
-Bethany