whitney dziurawiec

My friend and I are doing a week-long challenge. To spend an hour a day with our Savior. We thought, we have 24 hours in a day, and usually we don’t even spend one full hour with Him. So that’s our goal this week. And I think blogging counts, since it is usually about Him anyway. I’m bad at secular blogging. Oops :/ What’s funny is that this is the same friend I got into a stupid fight with last night. Over I don’t even know what. But we’re good now. She accepted my peace offering and we are happy friends again. I’m struck by God’s timing. By how everything, though it may now seem useless and superfluous, is so very intentional. That waiting is not just to wait, but because other things are happening. Other people’s hearts are being prepared. Life is working itself over there before we can go over there. And what may seem like dumb and meaningless waiting to us is imperative in order for our future to be what He wants it to be. It’s one of those retrospective days. I’m rememberi...

David wrote this, after Nathan confronted him about his adultery with Bathsheba. Feel David's deep sorrow and regret as you read this. Be gracious to me, oh God, according to Your lovingkindness; according to the greatness of Your compassion blot out my transgressions. Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin. For I know my transgressions, and my sin is ever before me. Against You, You only, I have sinned and done what is evil in Your sight, so that You are justified when You speak and blameless when You judge. Behold, I was brought forth in iniquity, and in sin my mother conceived me. Behold, You desire truth in the innermost being, and in the hidden part You will make me know wisdom. Purify me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Make me to hear joy and gladness, let the bones which You have broken rejoice. Hide Your face from my sins and blot out all my iniquities. Create in me a clean he...

I’m sitting here waiting for my family’s slow computer to print out songs for worship team tomorrow. I feel bad, but my mind is definitely not on worship right now. This week was full of love gushes and realizations of sadness. Like when the groom took me by the hands and gave me a genuine, deep, sincere “Thank you.” And his gratitude was not just for dancing with him, or for helping his new wife with the wedding. But a deeper thank you, a thank you too deep for any other words. Or when I crimped the bride’s hair and helped her apply makeup, knowing times like this may never really come around again. Or praying with her before she walked down the aisle. Or watching her cry as she danced with her father one last time. Or writing and giving my toast. There was so much to say. I could have kept those people there for an hour bawling my eyes out. Or dancing with her with glow sticks flying around and attached to our bodies that were moving in a manner my mom wouldn’t have app...

Well, hi, 2011. It’s nice to meet you. And although you came rather lamely for me, I’m sure your entrance was fairly exciting for the rest of the world. Last night I was driving from work (part one of my lame new year’s eve) to a party that was probably equally as lame. I remembered the last new year’s eve. I was with a friend and her family. And we were joking about wishing we had a New Year’s Eve midnight kiss. Except I wasn’t joking. I was genuinely and sincerely discontent. Or the year before, out with another friend, resenting old friends and eager to make lots and lots of new ones. Grown a lot, but still vulnerable, scared, and not quite ready. Or the year before that, when I was severely depressed, self-conscious, lonely, not wanting another year to come, if it would be anything like the year before. I probably did more crying than laughing that night. And now I am: content. Unafraid. Ready. Happy with a genuine, deep happiness that is not rooted in new shoes or new bo...