soul trampoline

Today my soul felt like it was jumping on a trampoline and being catapulted into the air :)

Lucas, our store handyman/weedpuller/heavy-object-carrier, came in to say hi today. He brought a button (the kind that class-prez-wannabes pass around) that he had spray painted white, and he wanted me to write "Blessed Trinity, Usher" on it with a permanent marker. He explained that his church had merged with two other churches and the new church didn't have any badges. He wanted a badge so people would know who could help them. On his way out he hollered back to thank me for my "mighty pretty handwritin"... best compliment in a long time.

Had some fulfilling phone convos with some baylor favorites and we talked about why it is so hard to be the church to each other. How do we all expect to go out and change the world and carry these infinite burdens of things we want to overcome when we have so much trouble even letting go enough to help other people help carry them for us?

Revisited a musical addiction I had had over the winter months- perfect for the grey afternoon/evening through which I drove home. The murky lake water and the cloudy sky almost looked like they blended together. That music is almost architectural- like I actually SEE it when I listen to it. It also gave me a strange desire to watch Fantasia... ha.

Met with KLo and indulged in pedicures and coffee. Some good, real conversating... We talked about choices being trajectories and how real that becomes when we start hitting landmarks that tell us where we've ended up at. Isn't it weird how we run from the affections of the One who has the pure, unconditional love we need, because we don't feel like we deserve it... because we just get it all backwards...?

Met up with another old Trininite friend and talked about being in real life now, and what our ministry-wired hearts are going to do with it. Was it yesterday that we were throwing footballs (at people?) around the church parking lot? Now we're both heading out to teach other people about that stuff we were learning back in that old youth trailer on sunday nights, thanks to our faithful "old shepherd" :)

A sad thing: I couldn't be in waco for the observation of "Dia Del Marshall": a surprise celebration of one of the best people there is- my good friend Marshall Cook.

Marshall's expression of gratitude to the celebrators via text:

"I don't know much about heaven outside of two things: We'll all feel more love than we can hold and we'll never be lonely. Thanks for a slice of that today. You are salt. You are light."