Life a Weblog for Young Adults
This past year I sprung and bought a small GPS unit for my wife to use in our van. She had seen our real estate agent using one while looking for homes in Atlanta and thought it would be life-saving with us once we moved there. Honestly, I’m not sure how we lived without GPS. Whenever we have somewhere new to go, we punch in the address, and then sit back and relax—trusting that the girl in the box will tell us when and where to turn. Before we know it we’ve arrived—without having to squint to read street signs or worry about getting turned around.
Do you truly know what you believe as a follower of Christ? Or have you just borrowed someone else’s belief system and are in the process of passing it off as your own? A talk with some wonderfully kind, unbelievably lost Mormon missionaries got me thinking about how strongly my beliefs are grounded in the Bible.
Remember those DTR talks you had in high school? The whole idea of sitting down to “define the relationship” was typically awkward and uncomfortable. What if the other person didn’t want the same thing you did? What if you were rejected? It was a gamble. Maybe that’s why the “hanging out” phenomenon started in the first place. An alternative to traditional dating, “hanging out” is a foggy relationship without commitment. And it’s making its way into the adult world of dating.
Growing up in war-torn Bosnia, Lejla had to walk to school for an hour each day—snow or no snow. Her only pair of shoes, passed down from her older brother, had gaping holes that left her feet cold and wet. The socks and plastic bags wrapped around her feet, as well as the steel wire her dad used to shut the holes, were no match for the freezing Bosnian snow.
I had a dentist appointment one day this week at 7:30 a.m. It’s true. It seems early but such is the pace of downtown Nashville, TN. I arrived around 7:26 a.m. and had my pick of parking spots in the parking garage. In fact, I was the only car parked in the garage. That’s strange I thought. Well…maybe the staff parks somewhere else. I made my way to the elevator that takes me to the second floor only to step off and into a barely lit hallway. As I turned the corner to enter into the dentist office I was baffled to see that the lights were not on and the door was locked. I don’t understand. Don’t they know I am coming?