Red moon, as seen from Uganda on the 4th of July, 2012.
I was sitting outside on a plastic yellow slide this evening and happened to look up at the moon, a little hazy against the still-quite-blue sky. I squinted a little at the splotchy unevenness, intricate dips and craters as seen from so very far away. And then I thought about some person actually walking on that crazy far-away sphere—something that kinda blows my mind.
The thing is, I’m really tiny. (You actually don’t have to compare me to something as large as the moon to notice that I’m tiny. But wait, did I just make a short joke?)
Personally, I find my own smallness very comforting, in a strange sort of way. I’ve been a bit bogged down in the “big” things lately—plans being made and falling through for the summer; questions of college and higher education; thoughts about calling and life direction. It’s all a bit too much for this girl to wrap her mind around.
But then, always, I come back to the smallness. The deep breath and the realization that these things, these big decisions of mine, aren’t really very big at all. The thought that I’ve already been given my direction: to carry the name of Christ with me wherever I go. To bear fruit. To “fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the whole duty of man.”
And knowing this, to choose between a mission field on the other side of the globe or a foster care license, a semester mentoring students in communication or volunteering for a non-profit—I can make a decision in the quiet confidence that there is no “wrong decision” when your actions are aligned with our purpose in Christ.
Thank God for the smallness that allows us to turn our focus to the things that really matter.
ps. Departure for Uganda is in exactly two weeks. Prayers appreciated as I head into a flurry of finalizing plans and packing for the summer.
today, I decided to take a shot at gluten-free baking + a little food photography for the fun of it.
eight o clock in the morning, hungry katy, bored mind, this is what i do. i think its a stress reliever of sorts for me. there’s just something about the process of throwing ingredients into a bowl and photographing everything that soothes a frantic soul.
(^and that’s it right there, folks, the height of katy’s poetic self-pity for the day)
I usually try to eat as clean as possible, using as many raw/organic ingredients as I can afford. I mean, let’s be honest here, eating healthy can be ridiculously expensive. obviously junk is going to be cheaper than real food, which poses a problem, as I’ve never really liked junk food at all to begin with. so I kind of live off of fruits, vegetables, oatmeal, and tea simply because I’m a picky eater.
I attempted cutting out gluten from my diet a while ago, but up until recently I hadn’t been very strict about it. I’ve been kind of an obsessive health nut in the past, and I think I’m finally getting back into the groove of things. in fact, as some of you may remember, I hosted a one month raw food challenge on happy little somethings a little over a year and a half ago (more or less), and I just might revive it in the near future. thoughts?
voila. my masterpiece. my mona lisa. my chocolate espresso muffins.
try them out for yourself, they are the definition of heavenly (which, frankly, I was rather impressed by, considering the fact that they are gluten/sugar free for the most part).
paired with english breakfast tea, the combination is to die for.
(over dramatic? yes. food is just important to me, okay?)
ps- on that subject, i want to introduce you to two of my best friends.
goodbyes. booked flights. sick days. excessive photo taking for therapeutic purposes. homework. an ever-swinging pendulum of social stability. coffee. bad hair days. random inspiration. kreisler. book stores. the great gatsby. glen miller. friendships. family birthdays. giant sweaters. work. money (or a lack thereof). decisions. excitement.
i’ve made the decision to attempt to have enough extra money put aside by the end of june to buy this beauty, for reasons not yet known to the general public, but we’ll just say that it has to do with the subject of worldwide travel and my inner photographing journalist wanting a camera that records video. and also, the fact that wilson, my dear canon rebel xti, hasn’t been doing particularly well this past month- he’s been acting up out of old age i think. say a prayer for him, lovelies.