Seeing Glory

I'm sitting here in Auburn in the study of my parents house. I've just come from the hospital where my dad had invasive surgery today and now I'm staring at a picture Leslie just emailed me of the twins from her Dr. visit today (oh ya, for those of you who don't know...Leslie and I are having identical twins!!). Such a contrast between the images my eyes have seen today. I've seen sick people going up and down the halls. People saddened by bad news. My own family rejoicing in the wonderful suprise of unexpected good news. Then my dad, there in bed with tubes, IV's, and monitors going all over the place. And now I'm looking at a picture of two little bodies inside Leslie's womb, being knit together and formed into new life second by second. I can see ears, eyes, noses, two spines and two hearts...it's the bright little spot in their chests. There is something amazing about seeing my dad, at age 70, battling for life and then to see two new little Agertons being created. I'm amazed at what God is doing right now...just even in my one family. He is healing and restoring my Dad as he lays in an intensive care bed, he is knitting two souls together in Leslie's womb as she sleeps there in Wilmore...he is comforting my Mom in just the other room. The only words I can think of in all this is "God's Glory". Looking at my family today has been like looking at one of those incredible pictures of the universe.

Rest and Be Quiet

OK...so I've been neglecting my blog a bit. It's a good indicator of how busy I have been these first weeks of the semester. I've been going hard...reading books, writing papers, doing Greek word study assignments, getting things done for our chapel office, etc. All good things. Last night I somehow came to realization that I had been so busy accomplishing the many tasks of life that I didn't even know what was going on with my soul...what I was learning, going through, struggling with, etc. If someone were to ask me how I'm doing, I would answer "oh, doing good...just staying busy". Have you ever heard that before. We say this little stuff to eachother all the time. For me this is really an encrypted version of "I don't know what the heck is going on and I don't feel like talking about it!" But last night there was a breaking in of some sorts...a word of recalibration. As I realized my state of being so busy that I'm out of touch with my heart, I heard, "rest and be quiet".

Still figuring out what this means. Practically I think it means being more intentional to have time to rest and just listen to God...for whatever he might say or not say. Just to be there with Him.