want a burger?

I was just beginning to walk up the steps to my apartment after longboarding home from work, when the family directly below us called to me through the window: "Want a burger?" Maybe an hour later, I finished watching Family Guy, talking about Justin Bieber and talking in English/Spanish with the mom, her three kids and one of their friends. All because the mom was sweet enough to invite me in and share a meal with me.

A couple of nights ago I got to hang out with some Torrey peeps. We started the evening off with pancakes - Pittle style - and fruit kebobs and toasty bread and fire alarms from a hilarious cooking fail. It was so fun to be in the kitchen with people, both before the hang-out in preparation and during. And it was really sweet to share a meal with them.

I've already been exposed to some of the literature and talk about the power of hospitality and sharing the table with people, but it just kind of struck me strong today. I felt a lot of community and love from being invited in, and it gave me the opportunity to see another side of the family and of my friends. It made me...at home, even in the sense that I wasn't in a hurry to go running off to find my future.

It was a nice feeling, considering that running off to tomorrow is what I spend a lot of my time doing: searching for, applying for and interviewing for jobs (getting passed over for jobs!). Today I realized what a good, weird, cool place this is to be right now, that I should be a little more still and chill about tomorrow in the meantime of today. Of course, that's easier said than done.

I know I've been more irritable and just plain out of it because of letting the uncertainties weigh on me more than they ought. But I'm trying to do that whole "trust God" thing. I've heard some people call it faith, or something :) It's easy for me to worry about how I need a job/career after the summer, as well as a second job during the summer. But it's silly of me, when I should be grateful to have a job at all. And a home. I journaled today that I would stop giving space and voice to that fear. So of course tonight I had already started doing it again. Then I saw a homeless guy, with the cardboard message "homeless. hungry. God bless." Shut me up good, but also opened me up good to the fact that it's not enough to have faith that God'll take care of you, but that God'll still take care of you if you take care of others with what he gives you.

On that note, anyone up for burgers? Pancakes? Call me up :)