Doing God justice.

I can’t believe I made it. I survived the semester. I look back and think about spring break and how at that time I was marvelling about how little school we had left. Ha. IT TOOK FOREVER. I thought it would never end.

But it did. I finished all my classes, some with better results than others (we’ll focus on the A- in the class I never went to and the A in the class I pitched myself a B+ in), and now I’m home for a week.

Part of ending the semester was ending my dynasty at Twain.
Anyone who knows me knows how much Twain means to me. It was (wow it feels weird to say “was”) my home for three years and I would say 90% of my friends from school lived in Twain at some point.

Because the door of that chapter of my life was closing (Max and I literally watched the basement door close as we left for the last time on Monday morning), I wanted to write a really awesome reminiscing blog about all my amazing friends and memories from Twain with lots of pictures and the like, but between finals, the building closing and moving out, I just didn’t think I had the time to do the subject justice.

I wanted the take the time to make the blog entry good, take the time to mull over and write about my favorite memories, take the time to pick the perfect pictures, but since I didn’t have a huge block of time to do this, I just didn’t do anything.

And I feel like I apply that sort of thinking to many things in my life, especially God.

I’m going to break it out and be honest here: I haven’t had a quiet time with God since spring break. Like I said before, it’s been a crazy busy two months, but I know that’s not an excuse. I always just felt that giving God 15 minutes of my day because that’s all I had was not enough. It wasn’t doing Him justice. So I didn’t do anything. There was so much going on in my life that I knew it would take more than 15 minutes to get it all out and give it up to Him in my journal, so I just didn’t journal. I didn’t read my Bible, I didn’t pray, because 5 or 15 minutes wouldn’t do it justice.

What a horrible way to think of it, but that thought permeates even more of my life. I feel like I don’t talk to my friends on the phone as much because that 10 minute walk across campus couldn’t possible do our catching up justice.

And you know what? 15 minutes isn’t really enough time to properly catch up with friends. But it’s better than nothing, and that’s often something I forget. Last year my best friend from home Angela and I tried to be better about calling each other for “10-minute updates” as I called them. Yeah, we didn’t have hours to chat like we did freshman year, but I’d rather hear 10-minute updates every week or so than not talk to her at all.

And while I don’t think 10-minute updates with God are the best way to maintain a strong relationship with Him, they’re way better than not talking to Him at all.

So while I’m ecstatically looking forward to this summer and having more free time to do as I please and spend time with God, I feel that I need the reminder than something is better than nothing. I need some 10-minute updates with God.