Hej alla! Hur mår du?
It feels like forever since I posted anything here on my blog…Apparently the last post was December. From last year.
I did have weekends when I was about to burst from not writing anything, but alas, uni and life has been pretty stacked. Today, though, I feel so inspired that I simply have to write something. 🙂
One thing that makes me really happy is that it’s been really nice out lately. Like, I’m sure many Vancouverites would relate, but we have a short autumn. Excluding last year (where it was exceptionally warm and nice, and then snowy!), the usual Vancouver autumn would feature a week of fall brilliance and then months of grey drab-ery (not even a word, but who cares, that’s what it is) that turns all of the trees into naked skeletons.
Not so this year.
We have been blessed with a gorgeously long and nuanced autumn where one actually has a chance to appreciate the different stages of the leaves changing from light green, yellow, mustard, fiery red, and so on. It’s just like what Anne says:
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
When I survey all the wonders around me, I’m reminded of the cross of Jesus Christ and I can scarcely take it in. I think that when I’m in nature, the leaves crunching underneath my boots, the sun casting glittering rays through the leaves, setting them on a slow fire, that’s when I feel the most connected to God. Through his creation, I am reminded of the great love He has for me and it just fills up my heart and overwhelms me.
Recently, I’ve been meeting many new people at university. It feels like this is the year where I’ve finally come across people that share the same kind of passions that I share and care about the big questions that I always ask myself. Especially in my existentialism class, there has been so many opportunities for me to witness–and somehow I feel as though I have not been able to make use of it.
And it honestly let me down–because I felt like I was letting God down.
My mom often asks me, “Is your God small?” And I know that that isn’t the case–God is so big, just like the lyrics of O Storre Gud, there is just so much about Him that’s amazing that I want to be able to share with others.
And yet.
But today, as I was walking, I felt an inexplicable peace inside me and a joy that was overflowing, a fountain inside me. I know that juggling six classes, relationships with the people around me, and extracurriculars will be tough. (In fact, I probably should be studying now instead of writing this post.)
At these times, I am reminded of the importance of living in time, not out of it. There are things to be done, things that must be done, but each day has enough worries of its own. And I am reminded of the importance of the practice of thankfulness, of being content wherever I am and being appreciative of the simple things in life that God has given me.
So, as the Thanksgiving day approaches, I am thankful–that even though I am small, weak, and sometimes cowardly, that my God is much larger than I am, bigger than the largest of my worries. And that’s what matter the most.
18 “Remember not the former things,
Isaiah 43:18-19 (ESV)
nor consider the things of old.
19 Behold, I am doing a new thing;
now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?
I will make a way in the wilderness
and rivers in the desert.
少数派。 