The King of the Jungle

Well, it seems summertime and my blogging habits are not agreeing with one another. I promise, I will definitely try to be better in the future.
Good morning!
The past few weeks have been a blur of working at Old Navy, trying to cope with my major camp withdrawals, and getting our new house all set up and situated. Between all of that, and some research I've been doing for a professor, my days have been pretty packed. I'm trying to keep myself busy, because if you want complete honesty.... It's hard not being at camp. It's all I've known for the past three years, and while I love getting to go to bed when I want, dictating my own schedule, and taking my dog on walks around campus.... there's nothing that replaces the love that I have for those girls who were my campers over the past three summers. So prayers would be appreciated... especially for those precious middle and high school girls who each carry a piece of my heart with them.
Enough of that. Don't want to get too sappy for you. ;)

"What I see is tellin me this world's gone crazy, but, What is real says God's still on His throne, What I need is to remember one thing, that the Lord of the gentle breeze is Lord of the rough and tumble, and he is the King of the jungle." - Steven Curtis Chapman

Sometimes I sit in wonder at how much my heart aches for the world. Granted, I don't pay attention to these pains nearly as often as I should. The majority of the time, I tell myself that it's not a big deal. "There's injustice everywhere," I say to myself, "Just get used to it and move on."

But there are those rare moments... those beautiful occasions... where the pain of the world is just too loud to ignore. When my little bubble of safety and happiness isn't strong enough to keep out the pangs of my concious, and the life God has called me to live.

Sometimes I get angry. I find myself frustrated.

Why would God allow such desparity to reign? For children to starve and the elderly to be ignored and forgotten? For morality to be bypassed in favor of greed and chaos?

And then there's my own life. The moments when I feel as though God has utterly vanished... his "plans" and "leading" nonexistent.

The Lord of the gentle breeze is the Lord of the rough and tumble.

Whether I believe it or not.

I'm so reluctant to trust... so slow to believe. It's hard to understand that the God of my peaceful mornings could possibly be the God of my chaos. That he loves me in both situations. That He's unchanging.
Just some thoughts for the day.

Blessings.