keep your eyes on Me

In the lives of those that follow there is going to come a time When rhythm starts to stumble and singsong swallows rhyme When imaginations crumble, false foundations turn to dust Towers fall to piles of stones and girders into rust Til you let the blood of Jesus wash the rubble from your mind And your eyes again can see the one you almost left behind When theology's in tatters and reason is absurd Still your soul in silence and listen for His word So many turns, so many ways, so many voices cry Standing at the crossroads watching time go flashing by Indecision paralyzes, it's the fear of choosing wrong But waiting is a step itself, and you're wondering too long So again you search the scripture, and again you ask your friends But last of all the One who knows the beginning from the end In the clamor and confusion and the blindness of your choice Still your soul in silence, and listen for His voice.

by Don Francisco

full circle

This week has been a maze. Having followed all leads and doors, and having agreed to defeat, I found the answer I needed at the place I started.

I am talking about the test. I told my lecturer I can't write my test on the Sabbath. Two days, six people and a million prayers later, I was back at the lecturer (without the document he required).

I had resigned myself to having to write the test. It was a difficult decision. I had a bit of hope from Scripture/Elohim that it would work out "very suddenly".

And it did. Every single thing I had tried before lead nowhere I wanted it to.

So strange that I had to navigate the whole infuriating circle route (it wasn't that bad, on retrospect) to get permission to postpone the test.

Praise Elohim.

update

There were some good things that happened this week as well.

I met a third-year Physicist who likes politics. Had a nice politics chat with him. Alhough I am quite ignorant on the subject. It was about Israel and Iran.

A guy I sort of like came to sit by me at supper. And he offered to lend me his phone and I had a deepish conversation with him about a bible passage. If he ever reads my blog he would/might recognise himself.

Amidst my freaked-out-ness about all my assigments and stuff I get a double Shabbat. This is debateably a good thing. Wait, this IS a good thing. Elohim decreed it, right?

I got to discuss the Shabbat-thing with my lecturer without making an appointment.

I didn't get soaked by the rain.

I didn't get run over by a car.

Bible-study was fun. We played games. I managed to get there in time.

Elohim answers prayer. That seems rather random but that's one of the things I learnt this week. "If you ask whatever in My Name it shall be granted". And Elohim answers questions out the Bible. Powerfully. 

Funny how my 'what I bad week I had' email is soooo long compared to my 'I guess I should be thankful' one. If I actually thought about it I might get more for this one.

My holiday was amazingly good. I expected it to be too. That should be a whole othe post, but I'm tired now.