Ballin’ in Granada, and watching my diet

Played some ball yesterday with my spanish teacher at one of the courts in Granada. I loved it. It’s always fun to find a court with no one you know, and just ball. It’s even cooler when no one speaks your language… and you just know they are talking crap about you.

This morning three of my good friends from school (Terry, Marissa, and John) left town. The rest of my friends are out of town for the weekend. I enjoy all of the stuff we get to do together, but I’m glad to have a slow weekend where I can spend some alone time too. Semi alone. If you didn’t already know, that’s my main reason for this trip. To get away and spend some time with Jesus. There’s a lot of noise in Texas, I needed somewhere quiet to get away, so I came down here.

I don’t have many stories from this week to tell, but this week was a great one. Not because of any excursion we went on though. This week was great because of it’s stillness. And in the stillness, I have had more time to read. I need to watch my diet better. Not talking about the 3 meals a day food. I’m fine there, in fact I’m a glutton when it comes to loving myself, my body. But I have a poor diet when it comes to Bread… I still neglect my Spirit. “I am the bread of life. Your forefathers ate the manna in the desert, yet they died. But here is the bread that comes down from heaven, which a man may eat and not die. I am the living bread that came down from heaven. If anyone eats of this bread, he will live forever. This bread is my flesh, which I will give for the life of the world.” (John 6) I love that Jesus spoke parables aloud to us, even though He created the world chalk full of them. Life on earth requires bread and water. In the same way Eternal Life rests on the Living Water: of the Spirit, and the bread: the words of God. And I’m both the ungrateful son of my parents who give me food, and the undeserving Son of my Father who freely gives me Redemption.

All glory and thanks be to the One who died for this wretch