There’s something about a rainy Sunday that just gets me. On this particular one, the sweatpants have come out from hiding and my old friend Bon Iver and I have been reconnecting beautifully. I took a 2.5 hour nap this afternoon and fully expect to be back in bed very shortly, falling asleep to a very sweet and steady rainfall. This weekend was one of my favorites of the fall semester – our annual RUF fall conference. We head to a camp close to Lynchburg (I’ve never quite known exactly where it is) with all of the other RUF’s from Virginia and Maryland. SUCH a good time to be away from grounds (or campus, if you were from any other school than UVA). Solid teaching, good converations, a 90s airband competition/dance party, overalls, rocking chairs and coffee (which totally go hand-in-hand), etc. I can’t speak for everyone, but for me, it was both a refreshing and completely draining weekend. Loved getting the best of both worlds in spending time with our students and other interns. I am thankful.

The speaker for the weekend, Jack Howell, totally brought it straight to us in his 4 talks. And he simply talked about the gospel. He didn’t reinvent the wheel. He didn’t oversimplify our heartaches and worries with trite answers. He talked about the power, grace, and hope of the gospel. What Jesus did and what he has promised to do are enough to clean the filthiest of consciences and break the most self-righteous of Pharisees. and I will never not need to hear that, especially as I find myself able to jump back and forth between those two extremes so easily.

And in my mind, that has tied really nicely with these Sandra McCracken lyrics. I’ve been thinking about them alot this past week. But even if there is no connection for you, I hope you can find some solace anyway:

In the harvest feast or the fallow ground,
My certain hope is in Jesus found
My lot, my cup, my portion sure
Whatever comes, we shall endure.

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