Tumblr! It’s been too long. Just to quickly update you guys:
- My laptop is definitely dead. Pray that I can get a new one b/c it’s exhausting having to go to the library/computer lab to get assignments done, and having no other option. Especially in this harsh Rochester weather (which I have scarcely been blessed with the tolerance to deal with).
- I’ve fallen in love with French New Wave films, and films that came about during the early years of Hollywood Renaissance. Easy Rider, Midnight Cowboy (Dustin Hoffman <333), Breathless, and that’s what I’ve experienced of it so far. The editing techniques in Easy Rider are just….yes.
- I watched Louie Giglio’s sermon titled “Indescribable.” I didn’t really pay close attention to most of it because I was babysitting, but basically all I saw/heard was him showing pictures of the far-away parts of the universe from NASA, and talk about what the picture is. I don’t even remember him specifically saying things about God. But seriously, it changed/sparked so much in me. I began to ask myself: Why would a God this huge care about me? How could I believe my life is important? Is this how others think of themselves, and is this why they dare not believe in God? I came to these conclusions: My life is NOT important. Looking at the expanse of the universe, and how God is taking care of, and orchestrating things that we will never even know about, I see that there are so many other important things God is doing. However, though I may not be great, SERVING GOD gives existence significance. Choosing to have great faith— as great as I can possibly have— and worshiping Him in Spirit and truth is what makes me big in God’s eyes. THAT’S what gives me significance. THAT’S the reason why God will quiet all of heaven, and take time to listen to wholeheartedly, and respond specifically to. And the more of us that gives in to this, the greater glory God has (but honestly, look at all the glory He already has). God doesn’t need us. But He wants us SO BAD. So bad that He cried tears of blood, and sweat droplets of blood in prayer for us. He endured indescribable amounts of shame, abandonment, hatred, Godless-ness (which is a marvel in and of itself), death, and so much more. His love for us, though I don’t understand why He truly loves us, is massive. MASSSIIIVEEEE. And that’s all I have to say about that (unless someone has a question, or wants to explore a little further b/c of any lack of explanation I’ve given).