Home is where the heart is

As I write, I’m sitting at my gate in Ronald Reagan International Airport waiting for my plane to arrive to take me to a new apartment in a new town in a new state.

Even though I’ll be eating off of unfamiliar dishes and sleeping in an unfamiliar bed, I’ll be with my family, and that makes it home enough for me.

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Thoughts on the election — Who are you trusting?

America is a beautiful place. As citizens, we have the privilege to take an active part in our government. We, the people, put our leaders into power. We have a Constitution that protects our freedoms. We can even run for office.

But sometimes our involvement in our nation blinds us to what’s really going on. We put too much emphasis on our government, society and country. We expect our laws and policies to correct injustice.

We forget, however, that our our government and our country are comprised of fallen and sinful humans with limited knowledge and understanding.

So, instead of relying on our government to be the solution for everything that’s wrong (or in other words, our “salvation”), should we not trust the God who knows all things, created all things and controls all things?

We cannot save ourselves. Government cannot save us. Laws cannot save us. God saved us.

Who, oh Lord, could save themselves,
Their own soul could heal?
Our shame was deeper than the sea
Your grace is deeper still

You alone can rescue, You alone can save
You alone can lift us from the grave
You came down to find us, led us out of death
To You alone belongs the highest praise

You, oh Lord, have made a way
The great divide You heal
For when our hearts were far away
Your love went further still
Yes, your love goes further still

~”Who alone can rescue,” Matt Redman

#Last33

Today, Keely (my roommate) and I realized that we only have 33 days left in D.C, so we made a pact to do something new every day for the last 33 days. We will be documenting our adventures on Instagram using the hashtag “#last33.”

Today, our “new thing” was Tryst, a local coffee shop/restaurant. It was incredibly crowded, especially for a Monday night. We drank coffee and worked on homework while a live jazz band played.

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