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Good one

(4)
big things happening at home
random inbox, subject:
"GOD"
grace church
let's make a deal!
religulous for church
can't wait!

(5)
three amazing convos in four days
being his tool
amazing

convo #1
after the well
in the niche
accountability buddies

convo #2
in my car
"i been waitin' my whole career for this"
but actually
affirmation
a plan!
so exciting
discipleship

convo #3
facebook chat
walked to huffnagle park
trust!
guidance giver

2 and a half more years of these relationships here!

Fun times

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walda-buddy dinner
bro time
driving a yellow-shirt
parking lot
his first drive!
laughter, guidance, awkward windshield wipers
back home
mission accomplished
plans for a redo
something for him to be excited about

lesson: i have an effect

howdy partner

(2)
after the well
time for a field trip
a freshman needs a friend
tag-teaming it
chaos and disorder
a country collapsing
images of riots and guns on his face
praying to the sound of gunfire
corruption wins the battle
love wins the war

lesson: dig deeper

oh hey

This blog is going to be a log of sweet stuff God has done in my life.

(1)
coming back from the gym sweaty
talking with my friend
having the worst week ever
feeling his hurt
leaving
coming back
seeing his hurt
praying for him
ending with a genuine, wholehearted, perfect hug

Lesson: I should listen when God talks.

The First Post in Two Months

God did crazy things at Chapter Camp and I could write it all out but most of you already know it.
If not, ask and I will tell.

I was watching this sermon by Mark Driscoll at Mars Hill Church tonight. It's about 2 Paul and false teachers. You may think that topic doesn't apply to you but it does. He's talks about idolatry in the world and in our lives. It's pretty enlightening.

Check it.

Craziest Thing Ever

I had the option of going to a concert tonight with Christ, Liz, and Josh. I was kind of split - I knew it'd be fun but I just started an ambitious work ahead regimen. I prayed about it and I wasn't feeling the concert so I stayed.

AND NOW I KNOW WHY GOD WANTED ME TO STAY!

I had Philippians tonight and we discussed Paul, Timothy, and E-somebodyorother -- all amazing disciples leading crazy God-centered lives. E-somebodyorother was sent to deliver a package to Paul in prison, got really sick, but kept going. He was so determined in his task (thinking about others and no himself), that he risked his life to finish his trip to Paul. Speaking of Paul, he was in jail for speaking about Jesus and Paul was joyful about his sentence! He knew it was where God had put him.

We continued to talk about what that kind of faith would look like in our lives. What if we followed Jesus' calling without hestitation, no matter what. Walking down the stairs of the LC, I told Lindsay, "That's all so cool, yet unbelieveably scary. I feel like I'll never attain that kind of life."

At the bottom of the stairs, is three guys: my friend JD, and two other guys.

JD: "Hey, do you want to live with us in a Gateway next year? We need another person."

DG: (mentally) "Haha, no way."
(reality) I skirt around the question and make my way to leave.

Halfway out the door, JD asks, "So that's a no?"

DG: "I mean, I don't know half the people. It's just..." I drift off and slide away.

But then I'm thinking...wait. Was that God talking to me? I literally was in the middle of discussing the crazy-go-for-it-God's-plan-insanity mindset/lifestyle.

And then this. Bam. Couldn't get more in my face.

I go to Seventh Street (it's a cafe for all you non-Bucknellians) and pray about it for five minutes. As in, I time it on my phone. I feel like I should do this. I feel like this is God's plan.

If you know me at all, you know I'm not a risk-taker. At all. I play it safe. I'm the one in the group of friends in the midst of doing something dumb that has second thoughts and secretly wants to stop. So I know this spur-of-the-moment feeling is not from me and my desires.

Long story short -- actually short story shorter (this whole thing happened in the span of 20 minutes): I'm living in a Gateway next year with my friend and two guys I don't know, no even their names. God is hilarious.

What a fun, amazing, insane, not scary because I haven't actually thought about it yet, feeling and hope for next year and the sweet things God has planned!

Longest post ever but so deservingly.

Yeah, about that...

In my last post, I said I was walking. And now I know why!

Spring Break was phenomenal, amazing, perfect -- just what I needed.

God really does know what he's doing.

Sidenote: I'm debating saying bye bye to the blogosphere, like Garyn did. We'll see.

Comfort and Encouragement

Today in bible study we discussed some of Isaiah 40. This is the part of the passage that spoke to me:

"They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint."
- Isaiah 40:31

These are three times in everyone's spiritual journey. Sometimes after a weekend retreat or an amazing Well, we're on a Jesus high and we soar. Other times are less exciting but God's presence is still strong; we're running. Finally, when we don't feel God's presence or may feel stuck in a rut, we walk.

Lately, I've been feeling stagnant in my faith. I haven't felt anything mind-blowing or anything out of the ordinary. Some of my friends are pumped up and having awesome experiences, so what about me? This has been discouraging and I felt like I was doing something wrong or I was missing something.

Luckily, God showed me otherwise with this passage. Right now, in my spiritual journey, I'm walking. For whatever reason, I'm not prepared to run right now. The best part of what the passage tells me is that no matter what stage I'm in, soaring, running, or walking, I'm still moving closer and closer to God.

Another day living in faith and with the Spirit inside me is one more day with my Creator and Redeemer. How cool is that?

The Perfect Dad

He goes to all my games.
He doesn't care if I lose.
He stays up late to help me with my homework.
He checks under my bed for monsters.
He encourages me in all that I do.
He lets me make mistakes.
He shares his wisdom and gives the best advice.
He's available to talk whenever I please.
He wants only the best for me.
He doesn't care if I laugh with him, cry with him, or am serious with him.
He drops everything to spend time with me.
He challenges me, promising to be there guiding me.
He hugs me no matter how old I get or who's looking.
He loves me just as I am, no matter what.

My Father is the perfect dad.

To be Honest, I'm Lost

Some preface: I had accepted Christ before I came to college, but college was where I actually started having a relationship with Christ. Actually treating him as a God who's personal and cares about me, David -- a God who specifically loves me.

This realization clicked in my mind. Instead of praying, "Thanks for dying for our sins," I prayed, "Thanks for dying for MY sins, all the times I'VE failed."

So back to the heart of this post: Ever since college I've been searching for a daily regimen. Should I pray when I wake up? Should I read the Bible at night? What's right?

I've tried a lot of things. The only thing that really stuck was writing in a prayer journal every night. I read the Bible before going to bed, but couldn't recollect anything I read the night before. It didn't stick. Why was I reading the Bible? Was it because I wanted to learn God's Word or was I doing it because I knew I should?

After Steve Halstead talked at the Well last week, I've been struggling with this issue. His talk made me analyze how I pray. This lead me to analyze everything else I did throughout my day. I found my morning devotional was meaningless, my Bible reading was done out of duty.

I learn a lot in Bible study. That's nice but what about after? The next day, the next week? After study, I have a nice sheet with notes on it, but what do I do with it? Should I keep it? Study it? What the heck am I supposed to do?

I made an effort to pray more. That's helped and has been a sure way to get closer to God. I know that's a must. As a person, I like structure. I need to find a routine that's meaningful. Or maybe God wants me to stop relying on the things I do and actually start focusing on our relationship. I think that's it. That sounded like God talking and not me.

This whole experience has been discouraging and knowing that I'm such a newbie at having a relationship with God doesn't help much. But I know that God is with me through it all and he has a plan. I think it's helped me realize how lost I am without him guiding me.

God, give me whatever I need right now. Show me whatever you need to show me. Teach me whatever I need to know. Be my teacher, friend, counselor, father...be my everything, Lord. Amen.

Out of This World

A few days ago, I was eating breakfast in the Caf. It was pretty empty so the radio could be clearly heard. These are the lyrics of one of the songs:

You're my obsession
You're my obsession
What do you want me to do
To make you sleep with me?

That's verbatim. No joke. I was dumbstruck at how blatant and un-hidden the suggestive lyrics were. I chuckled to myself and thought, "Oh, world. You're too much." I looked around at everyone else eating. No one else was experiencing my disgust or awe. Why?

I remembered a verse my sister mentioned once. Philippians 3:17-25.

"For, as I have often told you before and now say again even with tears, many live as enemies of the cross of Christ. Their destiny is destruction, their god is their stomach, and their glory is in their shame. Their mind is on earthly things. But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ, who, by the power that enables him to bring everything under his control, will transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like his glorious body."

I'm a citizen of heaven. That's so cool. No wonder I recognize the morally askew world and see its brokenness. No wonder I see others wasting away their lives and know they're lost, only living for what the world has to offer. No wonder I feel out of place when I hear such worldy lyrics.

Thanks, God, for changing my heart.

Simple But True

Today I noticed something.

I have friends here at Bucknell...duh. BUT -- they care about me and what's happening in my life. That really makes me feel loved.

Almost everyone I encounter has asked about the latest news on my possible room switch. Unfortunately, I have no news, but you the fact that they're asking is thoughtful and nice.

So if anyone's wondering how to love a friend - care for them by caring about them. That's all it takes.

Thanks for college, God. I can't put into words how much you've cared for me here, just by being who you are and for placing these amazing people in my life.

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Bison

Some background before the story:

I’ve been thinking about who I can reach out to this semester, and I’ve been drawing a blank. No one came to mind. In essence, I had a question. Yesterday, God answered.

I was in the Caf getting takeout to eat lunch in the Bison. A former classmate got up from his table and came up to me. This was our conversation:

Him: “Hey David.”
Me: (surprised) “Oh, hey Foster!”
Him: “How was your break?”
Me: “It was good. What about you?”
Him: “Not bad. Can’t complain.”

I would’ve kept talking, but he slowly drifted away back to his table of friends. For seeing him for only 15 seconds, he seemed bummed and gloomy.

No big deal, right?

Not really. The more I think about it, the stranger it is. We sat next to each other in class and didn’t speak until about halfway through the semester (I was really shy and quiet in this class and only in this class; no idea why). We occasionally made jokes and small talk. Never hung out outside class. The first time in class he called me by my name, I was surprised he knew it.

Therefore, I was caught off guard when he approached me like that yesterday. I guess a little love goes a long way. It never came across my mind that I would have any impact or lasting effect on this kid. I thought we would go our separate ways after class.

However, I feel like God is calling me to reach out to him, if only being a nice friendly face. That’s cool. I’m excited to see where this leads. Hopefully I’ll have updates on the matter. Finally something blog-worthy in my life!

Thanks for GPT!

I want to give a shoutout to J.C. for protecting my boy Garyn on his mission trip to Haiti last week.

If you've turned on the news today, you know about the 7.0 earthquake in Haiti that killed thousands of people and wreaked serious havoc.

I'm thankful for Garyn's trip and the awesome experience he had. But I'm especially thankful he's back safe in the good ol' US of A.

Pray for Haiti!