look and believe

look at the lilies
of the field

not even kings
in all their splendor
are dressed as these

if this is how
God
clothes
the grass of the field

which is here today
and tommorow is thrown in the flames

will he not much more clothe you?

O ye of little faith

So don't worry about your life
saying
what will i eat
and what will i wear
for those who are confused run after these things

for your heavenly father knows what you need
before
you ask Him

Have you no faith in God?
I tell you the truth,
you can say to this mountain:

"Move"
and it will happen
but you must believe

you can pray for anything
and if you believe you've recieved it
it will be yours

the rover has landed

jeg ar shliten.
I am exhausted.

pooped
unwound
re-wound
ready to fall into pieces
the fly has hit the fan
the rover has landed
weird thing is
i can't go to bed

not yet
one task remains
to place my knees on the cold floor
and hands on the warm bed
and give thanks

Study Trip

This past week (Oct 3rd-10th) I got a chance to travel with my fellow Landscape Architecture classmates through out North-Western Germany and the Netherlands. We stayed in Düsseldorf, Duisburg, Utretch, and Amsterdam. If you want to see some photos, you can use this link:

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and ones from Florence are on this one:

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I'm so tired out from traveling that schoolwork is the least appetizing thing at the moment, but here I am in the midst of 4 classes. Thanks for all the emails and mail....I actually need to get back to studying Norwegian!!

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back to tree
but to grass
face to the sun

my breath begins to slow
and heart stops skipping a beat

I look to see
leaves falling
cars crawling
and bikes parked
along the street
the skyline is lined
with trees of yellow brown green and grey
and the sky seems to say
this day

my delight

I'm siting down and wondering. What makes a good seat? this one is rather cold and somewhat uninviting. But I gace it a chance. I'm in Stavanger, western Norway and behind me cars and buses are on their way throughout the town. Infront is a pond that reminds me of the ocean, but produces none of the Cayucos Breeze. There are trees jutting out of a short hillside next to the calming waters. People pass by and speak a language I am beginning to understand. The ground beneath my feet reasures me that I am in the right place. And I begin to believe it. If a swan's quacking becamse speaking and a fountain's falling becamse music, would you hear it? If a tree asked you to reach up into the sky, would you climb its branches? Who knows what will happen tommorow, or today for that matter. What will it take for us to face this day, this swan, this fountain, this tree and answer it? If only for an instant I can answer the world around me. The anser may be unwelcome and unheard but it is all the truth I hold dear. Jesus lives. He breathes. The Holy Spirit convicts me to open my lips and sing His praise. I sing His praise to the swans in the lake as I draw them with my pen. I sing His praise to the fountain as I let the water fall between my fingers. I sing His praise to the trees as I climb their branches and I do not mind if anyone happens to hear. For my delight is in Christ.