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Posts tagged: Pray for CSUF

aw, the artificial bell tower…

aw, the artificial bell tower…

yet again, so true… haha. 
love my campus.

yet again, so true… haha. 

love my campus.

one of my favorite things about the culture and campus vibe of CSUF, is the tradition referenced in the photo.
we garnered a David statue, one that was broken in an earthquake. we turned it into new art by placing its broken pieces on a grass lawn - all spread out.
as legend has it, if you touch David’s butt, you get good luck before a test.

one of my favorite things about the culture and campus vibe of CSUF, is the tradition referenced in the photo.

we garnered a David statue, one that was broken in an earthquake. we turned it into new art by placing its broken pieces on a grass lawn - all spread out.

as legend has it, if you touch David’s butt, you get good luck before a test.

Coming Home :: Purposely Wandering CSUF

I’ve walked this campus, probably, over a thousand times. I’ve walked the TSU many more times then that. During the course of my purposeful wandering God has moved through me & in me in profound ways.

Many of them unexpected.

Intentionally walking this campus last night is washed me with a strange sense of confidence. Prayerfully spending my Friday night sabbath in Fullerton & at CSUF is reorienting my heart & soul in simple, beautiful ways. I wish I could help you grasp it. Instead you will have to trust me.

See, CSUF is the place I go to when I long for clarity, confirmation, healing & expanding vision. God did not begin His work in me, my purpose & calling here; nor is He finishing it here; yet, Fullerton, CSUF, is that centering place. It is home.

Home.

Home is where the heart is. God broke me & shaped my heart here. He pushed me here. Home is filled with moments of profound pain, beauty, triumph, defeat & excitement. Everywhere I look, I remember & celebrate God’s faithful providence.

Home.

Home is where the world makes sense. I go to CSUF & God continues to assure & breathe life into vision He gave me here in February 2009. I come here to remember to pause before I jump. I come home to remember to pray before I risk. I come home because I need reminders of who God has made me to be. I go home to be refilled.

I go home to practice the art, the sport, the philosophy, the spiritual discipline of holding my life loosely - so He can hold it tightly.

Where is home to you?

I spent the night in my city. Praying. Hanging. God is good. Sooooo good.

I love my city. I love the things in my city. I love that it is right next to CSUF. There needs to be more cultural engagement with that campus to convince students to not just commute to school. 

Thank you Pieology.