Lately, things have been really hard. But they have been indescribably good at the same time. I have decided ever since I began this blog that I would be honest and transparent, and this is something that is really a part of my life right now and I want to share.
I'm in this period where I am being stripped of a lot of things. God is taking away a lot of my comforts. Family, home, friends, time, a church family, school - God is not allowing me to find shelter in these things. Which stinks, but I am so so thankful.
I've noticed over the past two weeks how I feel a little disconnected from everything. My family is experiencing new things and going through things that I am not there to share - not that they don't love and and don't explain what is going on, but it not the same. Many of my friends are across campus and I don't have enough time to pour into them like I should. I don't have time - and I feel the Lord has called me to all the things that are taking up my time, and I feel that this is intentional on His part. School is much more of a struggle this year, with difficult classes in some subjects I'm not even interested in (Biology, for one). There's a lot going on, a lot of places where I am feeling a little stranded, I suppose you could say.
I'm being broken, and it is hard. God is calling me to Himself. He's saying, "Sara Beth, you have prayed for my perspective, and you have asked to learn to trust me. You have prayed for MY will in your life. This is what following me looks like." Definitely if I am called to missions, my life will be lonely - there won't be friends I can run to immediately or family I can turn to for shelter or a sense of home or anything that I can turn to but the Lord. And even I'm not called to missions, He is who I'm supposed to run to first. Right now He is forcing me to do that, to run to Him first and only. I've realized how quick I am to talk to others about what I'm going through. The other night someone said something that hurt me and I immediately wanted to call someone and complain in "righteous indignation". God called me out on that and I realized that He has to be the One I run to, He has to be my shelter, my refuge, my strength. As I am being broken of these things, as I am learning to trust God completely, I feel His hand so heavily in my life. I feel blessed that He has called me to this. He is teaching me to love and trust Him in a new way, and I thank Him for that every day.
In Hungary, I had no one to turn to but the Lord. Every moment I had to surrender my thoughts to Him and seek His will. And I am experiencing that here (in America) for the very first time! My life is so much fuller because I am constantly turning to the Lord, surrendering my thoughts and feelings and worries and words. He is disciplining me in a way that I have never experienced before, and I feel so loved! I feel like the words in Hosea are true of me - God has called me into the desert to speak tenderly to me. He has torn me to pieces, but He will heal me. He has injured me, but He will bind up my wounds.
I know the Lord, I have felt His hand on me, I have seen it over the course of my life. I know I am His. He has taken a hold of me and molded me for very specific reasons, and I trust that. I trust His plan. I trust that He is the only One I need. I trust that He is reliable. I believe that He is my one desire, that without Him I am nothing, that in Him I have life and joy and peace and purpose. I want to know Him and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in His sufferings. I want His will in my life, no matter what it is, no matter how hard it is. These words, these declarations, resonate in my soul. It is truth from my heart. Yes, these things are hard, and I mess up, but I have found the secret to being content in EVERY circumstance, and it is Christ Jesus my Lord.
I praise God even in these struggles because I know He is there and He is sovereign and He is my rock. He is teaching me to run to Him. Life isn't supposed to be easy, He didn't promise me that, and now its time to see if I believe what I say. And I do believe it. I can say that with certainty.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Smile
I survived Homecoming! Yay!
We had Friday off of school thanks to President Smolla being inaugurated, so that was WONDERFUL. Thursday night, Tri Delt's float was set us (we were paired with KA), and I went out there and pomped like it was my job! Haha, but really, I was out there from 9pm-1am. It was really fun, and I really enjoyed it! I missed out on Homecoming stuff in high school - being homeschooled means you miss things like float-building and locker combinations and the like - so I was enjoying every minute of it on Thursday! Our theme was Batman, and our chalking and banner looked AMAZING. I was on skit committee, and I knew we had a great skit up our sleeve. But Thursday was a really good day, overall.
Friday, I had office hours, so I didn't make it to Pres Smolla's inauguration, unfortunately. I got together with some fellow RAs at one point to catch up and pray (some of usually meet for prayer on Thursday nights, but we'd cancelled for a few reasons). Then I headed back to the float for a while. Then it was skit time! I headed back stage with the actors, carrying signs and props and offering moral support. Our skit was really good, if I do say so myself. I only had to run across stage with signs that said "kapow!" or "wham!" (like the old TV show, get it?). But I enjoyed watching everyone act and do a great job! After the skit, we had the pep rally! We cheered and sang the fight song. They did burn a stuffed mocking bird (we played the Chattanooga Mocks), but you know, I got over it. I helped pomp a little more, saw a few friends, had a wonderful and needed conversation with my friend Emily (sometimes called Em Corn by me), and then decided to head back early and try to get to bed. I ended up staying up late talking with Karen and her friend Molly who was staying with us. So fun. Exhausting, but fun.
Saturday, I got up and went with another Tri Delt - Bethany - to pick up food for our alumni brunch! It was fun to talk with her for a little bit. Then we got to the brunch, set out the food, talked, and mingled. I got to see my sweet friend Rebecca, who graduated last year and who I knew from home and in whose wedding I am singing in two months!!! I'm so excited for her. After the brunch, I tailgated a little with Katie and my friend Lauren, and then we headed into the game! I stayed the whole entire game for the first time. I loved that. I am planning on doing that all the time. Everyone usually leaves around half time, and I realized that these players and cheerleaders and dancers and band members and coaches and whoever all work really hard all week to do this and then over half the student body leaves half way through. I would be really down about that if it happened to me, so I'm now going to stay the entire game when I go to football games. Anyway, we ended up losing the game, but that's ok. We'll do better next time. After the game, I went to my room, took a little nap, and then got ready for the dance! My friend Cole asked me to the dance, and so we, and some other friends, all went to dinner (it was SO good!!!) and then the dance. I had so much fun, dancing and laughing and singing and having fun. I got back around midnight, and talked with Karen and Molly for a few hours. They had to leave at 3 am to get Molly to the airport that was a few hours away for her early morning flight, so I stayed up with them and talked and laughed and listened to them sing old Lil Romeo songs.
I got up Sunday morning, had breakfast with Rebecca, went back to bed until an unreasonable hour this afternoon, and then I went to the library to study! Well, I just wanted to record my first real Homecoming!
Till next time...
We had Friday off of school thanks to President Smolla being inaugurated, so that was WONDERFUL. Thursday night, Tri Delt's float was set us (we were paired with KA), and I went out there and pomped like it was my job! Haha, but really, I was out there from 9pm-1am. It was really fun, and I really enjoyed it! I missed out on Homecoming stuff in high school - being homeschooled means you miss things like float-building and locker combinations and the like - so I was enjoying every minute of it on Thursday! Our theme was Batman, and our chalking and banner looked AMAZING. I was on skit committee, and I knew we had a great skit up our sleeve. But Thursday was a really good day, overall.
Allison and I pomping!
Pomping! Yay!
Friday, I had office hours, so I didn't make it to Pres Smolla's inauguration, unfortunately. I got together with some fellow RAs at one point to catch up and pray (some of usually meet for prayer on Thursday nights, but we'd cancelled for a few reasons). Then I headed back to the float for a while. Then it was skit time! I headed back stage with the actors, carrying signs and props and offering moral support. Our skit was really good, if I do say so myself. I only had to run across stage with signs that said "kapow!" or "wham!" (like the old TV show, get it?). But I enjoyed watching everyone act and do a great job! After the skit, we had the pep rally! We cheered and sang the fight song. They did burn a stuffed mocking bird (we played the Chattanooga Mocks), but you know, I got over it. I helped pomp a little more, saw a few friends, had a wonderful and needed conversation with my friend Emily (sometimes called Em Corn by me), and then decided to head back early and try to get to bed. I ended up staying up late talking with Karen and her friend Molly who was staying with us. So fun. Exhausting, but fun.
My friend Jordan and I before the pep rally
Our Float!
Saturday, I got up and went with another Tri Delt - Bethany - to pick up food for our alumni brunch! It was fun to talk with her for a little bit. Then we got to the brunch, set out the food, talked, and mingled. I got to see my sweet friend Rebecca, who graduated last year and who I knew from home and in whose wedding I am singing in two months!!! I'm so excited for her. After the brunch, I tailgated a little with Katie and my friend Lauren, and then we headed into the game! I stayed the whole entire game for the first time. I loved that. I am planning on doing that all the time. Everyone usually leaves around half time, and I realized that these players and cheerleaders and dancers and band members and coaches and whoever all work really hard all week to do this and then over half the student body leaves half way through. I would be really down about that if it happened to me, so I'm now going to stay the entire game when I go to football games. Anyway, we ended up losing the game, but that's ok. We'll do better next time. After the game, I went to my room, took a little nap, and then got ready for the dance! My friend Cole asked me to the dance, and so we, and some other friends, all went to dinner (it was SO good!!!) and then the dance. I had so much fun, dancing and laughing and singing and having fun. I got back around midnight, and talked with Karen and Molly for a few hours. They had to leave at 3 am to get Molly to the airport that was a few hours away for her early morning flight, so I stayed up with them and talked and laughed and listened to them sing old Lil Romeo songs.
Katie, our Delta Dad Owen, me, and Hilary at the alumni brunch
Cole, me, Anne Elizabeth, and David
I got up Sunday morning, had breakfast with Rebecca, went back to bed until an unreasonable hour this afternoon, and then I went to the library to study! Well, I just wanted to record my first real Homecoming!
Till next time...
Friday, October 22, 2010
I Love To Tell The Story
Be forewarned: This post is really long.
Lately, God's been teaching me a lot about evangelism.I know, that is one of those words that often evokes a negative reaction in people. And in this case, I don't necessarily mean walking up to strangers on the street, handing them a tract, and sharing the Gospel right then and there (although I'm becoming more convinced that there may be a time and place for that). Instead, I'm talking about relationships, following God and showing Him in all I do, getting to know people and as they get to know me they get to see Jesus.
I guess God has been opening my eyes to how He uses His people. He has invited us to be apart of the salvation process, and I don't want to refuse that. Evangelism is one of those things that we are commanded to do but that will come naturally if we are following God's heart. If I'm in God's will, how can my life not tell the story? (And yes, God has given me a new appreciation for that "old story")
There have been a number of ways I've seen and felt God pull me towards evangelism and recognizing its importance. One, clearly, is the mission trips I go on and the big one I'm praying about and planning for this summer. But lately, I've heard a few sermons on it, had a few conversations about it. When I was home, I went to the church my family's been attending. Naturally, the pastor spoke on our mission as Believers (which is evangelism, to make disciples of the world and baptize them in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, to teach them to observe all of God's commandments, and show them that He will be with us until the end). A few things the pastor said that struck me:
"We are all called to evangelism. It is not a spiritual gift." How often do I lie and think that oh, evangelism isn't my gift, when really, it is the gift and commandment to every Believer!!!
"Evangelism involves joy." Ok, he didn't explicitly say this, but he did talk about the "good news," and I started thinking, The Gospel is good news! And shouldn't my life and countenance and words show that? The chance to tell the story - that should bring me great joy!
"Evangelism is not about training or tricks. We are not muzzled. There is power in the truth that saves us!"
"We are all, all, called to go." Amen! I strongly believe this, and if you ask me in person about it, get ready, because this is a passion of mine. I don't care if its just for a weekend or if its for a lifetime, we are all called to go at somepoint in our lives. That calling may differ in time and place, but it is a call for every single Believer.
"God will give us a passion for the those who don't know Him." This is so true!!! If God has called us to evangelize in our lives, will He not give us the desire to do so if we ask? Of course He will! I firmly believe that. If we don't "feel it," pray for that passion, and God will give it! Scary prayer, but how incredible and sweet!
God has also made me very aware of my friends here on campus who don't know Him and the opportunity I have. Not that my every interaction with them is about how I can "convert" them or whatever. But it makes me mindful. He has given me such a love for a lot of new people I am getting to know, through my sorority or through being an RA or through just living life at school, and I am so thankful for that. I have longed prayer to have God's perspective as my own, which is another scary prayer. I feel like God is giving that to me and asking, "What are you going to do with it now?" And that is hard, because I desperately want to show these people the good news, but I am one person, and I am a person who makes grave mistakes, and I can't do it on my own. Nor am I supposed to. But it has changed my perspective, and I am growing bolder in prayer, and I desperately want to love as Jesus does and be Him to my school and my community and my family and my friends and those who just see me pass by. I can't really explain it. But that is where I am right now.
"Now, brothers, I want to remind you of the gospel I preached to you, which you received and on which you have taken your stand (LOVE that). By this gospel you are saved, if you hold firmly to the word I preached to you. Otherwise, you have believed in vain. For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures" - 1 Corinthians 15:1-4
I'm not explaining myself well. I think it sounds like I am manipulative and have an agenda when I'm with people.
That's not is at all. I just want to follow Jesus, and I want to follow Him closely, and I want that to be reflected in my life and be a living Gospel that draws people and gives me opportunities to tell the story. Because I love to tell the story of unseen things above, of Jesus and his glory, of Jesus and his love. I love to tell the story because I know 'tis true; it satisfies my longings as nothing else can do. I love to tell the story, 'twill be my theme in glory, to tell the old, old story of Jesus and his love. I love to tell the story; 'tis pleasant to repeat what seems, each time I tell it, more wonderfully sweet. I love to tell the story for some have never heard the message of salvation from God's own holy Word. I love to tell the story for those who know it best seem hungering and thirsting to hear it like the rest. And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the new, new song, 'twill be the old, old story that I have loved so long. I love to tell the story, 'twill be my theme in glory, to tell the old, old story of Jesus and his love.
I'm sorry that this post is so long. I'm not good at being concise. But I needed to express myself, and this is my blog, so its all about self-expression! Please be praying for me as I work through this and what it means for my life.
Good news! Sanyesz, one of the youth pastors at the Paulus Center in Hungary, posted on his blog, "Thanks to the summer camps some new people were added to our youthgroup. Our prayer is that they would get to know Christ in the course of this year. We had a celebration a few weeks ago, when 2 of our youth were baptized. Our goal for the year is that those who already follow Christ would get a lot of opportunities to serve Him, too, so we started a ministry team from our youth. I envision them as the future ‘engine’ and rolemodel for the rest of the youth. We started meeting weekly, and currently we’re giving them training about who we are, what we want and how to reach our goals. At the youthmeeting we divided the team according to their ages (mid-school: 11-13 ys – where the leader is János, and 14-18 ys – where I lead), so we can provide for their different needs." How exciting! Please be praying also for their youth group. Two baptisms - that is incredible! I'm praising God for this!
Lately, God's been teaching me a lot about evangelism.I know, that is one of those words that often evokes a negative reaction in people. And in this case, I don't necessarily mean walking up to strangers on the street, handing them a tract, and sharing the Gospel right then and there (although I'm becoming more convinced that there may be a time and place for that). Instead, I'm talking about relationships, following God and showing Him in all I do, getting to know people and as they get to know me they get to see Jesus.
I guess God has been opening my eyes to how He uses His people. He has invited us to be apart of the salvation process, and I don't want to refuse that. Evangelism is one of those things that we are commanded to do but that will come naturally if we are following God's heart. If I'm in God's will, how can my life not tell the story? (And yes, God has given me a new appreciation for that "old story")
There have been a number of ways I've seen and felt God pull me towards evangelism and recognizing its importance. One, clearly, is the mission trips I go on and the big one I'm praying about and planning for this summer. But lately, I've heard a few sermons on it, had a few conversations about it. When I was home, I went to the church my family's been attending. Naturally, the pastor spoke on our mission as Believers (which is evangelism, to make disciples of the world and baptize them in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, to teach them to observe all of God's commandments, and show them that He will be with us until the end). A few things the pastor said that struck me:
"We are all called to evangelism. It is not a spiritual gift." How often do I lie and think that oh, evangelism isn't my gift, when really, it is the gift and commandment to every Believer!!!
"Evangelism involves joy." Ok, he didn't explicitly say this, but he did talk about the "good news," and I started thinking, The Gospel is good news! And shouldn't my life and countenance and words show that? The chance to tell the story - that should bring me great joy!
"Evangelism is not about training or tricks. We are not muzzled. There is power in the truth that saves us!"
"We are all, all, called to go." Amen! I strongly believe this, and if you ask me in person about it, get ready, because this is a passion of mine. I don't care if its just for a weekend or if its for a lifetime, we are all called to go at somepoint in our lives. That calling may differ in time and place, but it is a call for every single Believer.
"God will give us a passion for the those who don't know Him." This is so true!!! If God has called us to evangelize in our lives, will He not give us the desire to do so if we ask? Of course He will! I firmly believe that. If we don't "feel it," pray for that passion, and God will give it! Scary prayer, but how incredible and sweet!
God has also made me very aware of my friends here on campus who don't know Him and the opportunity I have. Not that my every interaction with them is about how I can "convert" them or whatever. But it makes me mindful. He has given me such a love for a lot of new people I am getting to know, through my sorority or through being an RA or through just living life at school, and I am so thankful for that. I have longed prayer to have God's perspective as my own, which is another scary prayer. I feel like God is giving that to me and asking, "What are you going to do with it now?" And that is hard, because I desperately want to show these people the good news, but I am one person, and I am a person who makes grave mistakes, and I can't do it on my own. Nor am I supposed to. But it has changed my perspective, and I am growing bolder in prayer, and I desperately want to love as Jesus does and be Him to my school and my community and my family and my friends and those who just see me pass by. I can't really explain it. But that is where I am right now.
"Now, brothers, I want to remind you of the gospel I preached to you, which you received and on which you have taken your stand (LOVE that). By this gospel you are saved, if you hold firmly to the word I preached to you. Otherwise, you have believed in vain. For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures" - 1 Corinthians 15:1-4
I'm not explaining myself well. I think it sounds like I am manipulative and have an agenda when I'm with people.
That's not is at all. I just want to follow Jesus, and I want to follow Him closely, and I want that to be reflected in my life and be a living Gospel that draws people and gives me opportunities to tell the story. Because I love to tell the story of unseen things above, of Jesus and his glory, of Jesus and his love. I love to tell the story because I know 'tis true; it satisfies my longings as nothing else can do. I love to tell the story, 'twill be my theme in glory, to tell the old, old story of Jesus and his love. I love to tell the story; 'tis pleasant to repeat what seems, each time I tell it, more wonderfully sweet. I love to tell the story for some have never heard the message of salvation from God's own holy Word. I love to tell the story for those who know it best seem hungering and thirsting to hear it like the rest. And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the new, new song, 'twill be the old, old story that I have loved so long. I love to tell the story, 'twill be my theme in glory, to tell the old, old story of Jesus and his love.
I'm sorry that this post is so long. I'm not good at being concise. But I needed to express myself, and this is my blog, so its all about self-expression! Please be praying for me as I work through this and what it means for my life.
Good news! Sanyesz, one of the youth pastors at the Paulus Center in Hungary, posted on his blog, "Thanks to the summer camps some new people were added to our youthgroup. Our prayer is that they would get to know Christ in the course of this year. We had a celebration a few weeks ago, when 2 of our youth were baptized. Our goal for the year is that those who already follow Christ would get a lot of opportunities to serve Him, too, so we started a ministry team from our youth. I envision them as the future ‘engine’ and rolemodel for the rest of the youth. We started meeting weekly, and currently we’re giving them training about who we are, what we want and how to reach our goals. At the youthmeeting we divided the team according to their ages (mid-school: 11-13 ys – where the leader is János, and 14-18 ys – where I lead), so we can provide for their different needs." How exciting! Please be praying also for their youth group. Two baptisms - that is incredible! I'm praising God for this!
Monday, October 18, 2010
Every Time You Say Goodbye
What a weekend!
Daddy and Mama met me on the steps of our new house, and then Daddy gave me the tour. Every room has a great view. And the bay is beautiful. We are right next to this park with a huge pier, and Mama and I walked through it a few times. The only problem with that park is the ducks/geese/swans. I just can't get away from them!
Thursday, we went to Foley to do some birthday shopping for Daddy! We found him so clothes that I think he's happy with. Before we went shopping, though, we ate at LuLu's! I'd never been before. It was fun! And delicious. And we saw dolphins! I tried to get a picture, but it didn't really work. It was a really fun day.
That night when Daddy got home from work, we went out to dinner where Roecker's "best friend" (whose name Roecker can never remember) works. They aren't really best friends, they only met the last time Roecker ate there; Roecker does this a lot, especially with waiters, for some reason. But that was a fun meal.
Saturday, Mama and Daddy had to go to a party in Houston, and Roecker went to tour Troy, a college about two or three hours away. So it was just me and Grayboy! We rode our bikes up the hill (aka our driveway) to Jolly's, a hotdog stand. That was fun. And then I went to the art festival. There was some really cool things there! This one guy had wood carvings - they were the most detailed without being overwhelming pieces that I've ever seen! I could almost hear the song of the bird, or the sound of the fish leaping out of the water. I was impressed. Then Saturday night, I drove around a little, got dinner for Grayson and I, and then watched the Bama game. Roll Tide! This one ended better than last week's. But we aren't going to talk about that. Ohio State lost, so I sent my friend Chelsea my condolences.
Sunday morning, I got up, headed to church (which was really good. There will probably be a post on that later), got back to Chestnut Manner (the name of our bay house; felt like I should throw that in there. We didn't name it. It was already named,), packed up, and hit the road! A quick stop in Atlanta to pick up someone, and I finally made it to back to school! It was good to be back. I saw a few friends, unpacked, and hit the hay!
Grayson Running Down the Dock
After surviving my two midterms, I loaded up the car, picked up a few friends, and hit the road! I dropped off my friends in Atlanta, and then came the tricky part. I didn't really know where I was going. But I just kept following 85, and eventually I got to Montgomery. It figured it out; it wasn't too bad. I got in late, but I did see a deer and two other animals that I couldn't identify while driving through some country roads. So that was interesting. Thankfully, I had music to keep me awake. When I got home, I was definitely a little hoarse, but sleep and water fixed that!
View from my room!
Daddy and Mama met me on the steps of our new house, and then Daddy gave me the tour. Every room has a great view. And the bay is beautiful. We are right next to this park with a huge pier, and Mama and I walked through it a few times. The only problem with that park is the ducks/geese/swans. I just can't get away from them!
Blurry Creeper Picture of the Wedding that Occurred Saturday
Thursday, we went to Foley to do some birthday shopping for Daddy! We found him so clothes that I think he's happy with. Before we went shopping, though, we ate at LuLu's! I'd never been before. It was fun! And delicious. And we saw dolphins! I tried to get a picture, but it didn't really work. It was a really fun day.
Grayon and I at LuLu's
He's single,if anyone's interested.:)
Payback, Roeck.
That was one of the two dolphins
That night when Daddy got home from work, we went out to dinner where Roecker's "best friend" (whose name Roecker can never remember) works. They aren't really best friends, they only met the last time Roecker ate there; Roecker does this a lot, especially with waiters, for some reason. But that was a fun meal.
Mama and Roecker
Friday was Daddy's birthday! He had to work, so I didn't see him till later. But we baked him a cake, and I attempted a sign. Daddy got home, we sang to him, and then we hit the road to Bon Jovi! Yes, I went to a Bon Jovi concert on the beach. We weren't super close, but I could see him on the stage. And there were video screens. It was a fun concert. Roecker loved it! We sang along, watched people getting more and more drunk, nearly died from second hand smoke inhalation, and had a wonderful time. Bon Jovi was impressive. I enjoyed myself.
Daddy admiring his PJs
Bon Jovi. Trust me.
Saturday, Mama and Daddy had to go to a party in Houston, and Roecker went to tour Troy, a college about two or three hours away. So it was just me and Grayboy! We rode our bikes up the hill (aka our driveway) to Jolly's, a hotdog stand. That was fun. And then I went to the art festival. There was some really cool things there! This one guy had wood carvings - they were the most detailed without being overwhelming pieces that I've ever seen! I could almost hear the song of the bird, or the sound of the fish leaping out of the water. I was impressed. Then Saturday night, I drove around a little, got dinner for Grayson and I, and then watched the Bama game. Roll Tide! This one ended better than last week's. But we aren't going to talk about that. Ohio State lost, so I sent my friend Chelsea my condolences.
Pretty Sunset
Sunday morning, I got up, headed to church (which was really good. There will probably be a post on that later), got back to Chestnut Manner (the name of our bay house; felt like I should throw that in there. We didn't name it. It was already named,), packed up, and hit the road! A quick stop in Atlanta to pick up someone, and I finally made it to back to school! It was good to be back. I saw a few friends, unpacked, and hit the hay!
Leo puppy! He's not a puppy, but still...so cute!
I know, everyone who knows me is shocked that I have a picture of my dog on here (or else they are shocked that I HAVE a dog). But yes, Leo is my bud. Its just all the other dogs/animals that I don't like.
I love my school. Every time I go away and then come back, I always remember why I came here and why I love it. So that is good! Breaks keep me from taking school for granted!
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Tell Me Something I Don't Know
I go home tomorrow!
I just have to survive a quick RA duty, two tests, dropping people off in Atlanta, and the 7ish hour drive home. I can do that.
I don't know how to get home, but I mean, I can't get too lost, right? Just head for the ocean/Mobile. If I hit Mississippi, I'm too far west; if I land in Florida, I need to keep going! Oh boy.
But yeah. As of right now, I could tell you more than you want to know about ahl al-bayt, the Battle of Badr, Aisha, Rashidan, the carbon cycle, global warming, or nutrient cycles. Not that you want to know about any of that! And talk about a random conglomeration...
Here's hoping for 24 hours from now when I'm in my new bed in my new house in my new town with my old (and wonderful and familiar) family! Till then...
I just have to survive a quick RA duty, two tests, dropping people off in Atlanta, and the 7ish hour drive home. I can do that.
I don't know how to get home, but I mean, I can't get too lost, right? Just head for the ocean/Mobile. If I hit Mississippi, I'm too far west; if I land in Florida, I need to keep going! Oh boy.
But yeah. As of right now, I could tell you more than you want to know about ahl al-bayt, the Battle of Badr, Aisha, Rashidan, the carbon cycle, global warming, or nutrient cycles. Not that you want to know about any of that! And talk about a random conglomeration...
Here's hoping for 24 hours from now when I'm in my new bed in my new house in my new town with my old (and wonderful and familiar) family! Till then...
Monday, October 11, 2010
Crush
I will start with the bad news and then go to the good.
Alabama lost!!! Oh, how I hate those words!!! I mean, I knew it had to happen sometime, but to lose to South Carolina??? Argh! I'm so disappointed. But I'll still stick by my team. I did all through the difficult years when we changed coaches every other game (ok, that's an exaggeration), and I'll stick by them even when we're not number 1. I don't always like it, but you know what, it had to happen. I had just hoped it wouldn't happen until after I died...
On to the good part of the night.
We had a Tri Delt function tonight! I went with my friend Alex, who is an RA and who does Campus Outreach. The function took place in a barn about 30 minutes away (technically it was a Dutch Barn For Rent - the sign said so).
Alabama lost!!! Oh, how I hate those words!!! I mean, I knew it had to happen sometime, but to lose to South Carolina??? Argh! I'm so disappointed. But I'll still stick by my team. I did all through the difficult years when we changed coaches every other game (ok, that's an exaggeration), and I'll stick by them even when we're not number 1. I don't always like it, but you know what, it had to happen. I had just hoped it wouldn't happen until after I died...
On to the good part of the night.
We had a Tri Delt function tonight! I went with my friend Alex, who is an RA and who does Campus Outreach. The function took place in a barn about 30 minutes away (technically it was a Dutch Barn For Rent - the sign said so).
Katie and I outside the barn
There was a one-man band (but he conveniently had harmony...we puzzled over that until someone told us that he had a pedal that harmonized with his voice. Crazy), swing dancing, BBQ (I ate the macaroni and cheese and cole slaw), and a fun time to be had by all. Seriously, it was so fun. 
Erika, Katie, myself, and Emily
Neither Alex nor I really knew how to swing dance; I knew a little bit from dancing with Daddy at weddings, but I am by no means an expert. And if you've ever seen me dance, well...I'm not the most coordinated person, to say the least. But we watched people, would copy a few steps, and slowly put it together. In the end, we just faked it and goofed off. I did partial ballet partial swing dance to one song, partial doo-si-doo partial swing dance to another. It was fun. And funny. Most of the time I just laughed at myself and my mistakes. And then sometimes I danced with Hilary. When the singer took breaks, they played an iPod, which was really fun. Mama, they played one of your favorite songs and I thought of you. :) 
Alex and I
Anyway, we had such a good time. It was so fun to dance and laugh and be silly and just have fun! The only damper came when I remembered Alabama had lost, but I just shoved it out of my mind. So instead, I'll remember all the fun that was had. 
Livy, myself, and Katie
And don't worry, Mark Ingram, I still love you.
* Naturally, late that night/early Sunday morning, the fire alarm went off. Yes, at 4:50 am, my residence hall had to evacuate. Dang it. But you know, it was an experience. And at least I was fully clothed, unlike a certain extended family member when the alarm went off at HER college. :)
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Celebrity
I know that celebrities are humans like you and me. They are just talented (well, maybe) people who have made it. I realize they are people too, they aren't above me, they want to be treated the same, all that.
But can I just say, if I ever met Keith Urban, I would be a mess! I was talking to a girl who is from Nashville and used to do a spin class with him (and Nicole, but that didn't mean as much to me). I'm sorry, this girl worked out with Keith Urban! You know, just peddling along, or whatever you do in a spin class, never mind that Keith Urban is right in front of you or beside you or whatever. This is clearly why I can never go to Nashville.
I have met one star/celebrity in my life (well, besides some people who may be considered celebrities in AL but not everywhere else). When I was very little, I met Minnie Mouse. Apparently, I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't say anything but curled up into myself, smiled, couldn't take my eyes off of her, but was completely and utterly speechless. The thought of meeting Keith Urban...I wish I could explain it to you. I feel a little like melting into myself at the very thought! I just admire him so much. I'd probably react much the same way as when I met Minnie Mouse, but still.
This girl, the one who took a spin class with Keith, was probably a little overwhelmed. It was our first time meeting, and she got to see my obsession first hand; honestly, I don't think she was ready for that. She told me that the next time she saw him, she'd tell him she met his biggest fan. I freaked out and then confessed a secret desire to her that not that many people outside of my family know about (but that I am about to confess here)!!! I told her - and rambled on and on - about my dream to sing with Keith Urban. I used these words to describe it: "My life would be complete if I ever sang with Keith Urban. I mean, my life is complete with Jesus, but if I ever got to sing with Keith Urban, my life would just be that much more complete." Um, hello, that is a problem that that would make my life so complete. But besides that, what am I, some crazy freak girl with a weird obsession? Um, yes. Most definitely. The sad thing is, I'm not even embarrassed by this at all! What is my problem?
Keith, if you are out there, a) I would only call you Mr. Urban to your face, if I could even speak at the sight of you, and b) if you get the urge to fulfill some weird girl's life dream, please leave a comment below.
* Note: Ok, so I was reminded that I HAVE met two "celebrities." I not only met, but received my first-ever package of Cheetos, from Gene Stallings, former Alabama coach (roll tide!). And I also met, " former NFL Rookie of the Year Bobby Humphrey. Or any number of very famous people that you just take for granted..." So says my father. I'm pretty sure my father wrote that, otherwise it was my mother. But yes, I grew up with a sportswriter for a father, so none of these names ever meant anything to me.
But can I just say, if I ever met Keith Urban, I would be a mess! I was talking to a girl who is from Nashville and used to do a spin class with him (and Nicole, but that didn't mean as much to me). I'm sorry, this girl worked out with Keith Urban! You know, just peddling along, or whatever you do in a spin class, never mind that Keith Urban is right in front of you or beside you or whatever. This is clearly why I can never go to Nashville.
I have met one star/celebrity in my life (well, besides some people who may be considered celebrities in AL but not everywhere else). When I was very little, I met Minnie Mouse. Apparently, I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't say anything but curled up into myself, smiled, couldn't take my eyes off of her, but was completely and utterly speechless. The thought of meeting Keith Urban...I wish I could explain it to you. I feel a little like melting into myself at the very thought! I just admire him so much. I'd probably react much the same way as when I met Minnie Mouse, but still.
This girl, the one who took a spin class with Keith, was probably a little overwhelmed. It was our first time meeting, and she got to see my obsession first hand; honestly, I don't think she was ready for that. She told me that the next time she saw him, she'd tell him she met his biggest fan. I freaked out and then confessed a secret desire to her that not that many people outside of my family know about (but that I am about to confess here)!!! I told her - and rambled on and on - about my dream to sing with Keith Urban. I used these words to describe it: "My life would be complete if I ever sang with Keith Urban. I mean, my life is complete with Jesus, but if I ever got to sing with Keith Urban, my life would just be that much more complete." Um, hello, that is a problem that that would make my life so complete. But besides that, what am I, some crazy freak girl with a weird obsession? Um, yes. Most definitely. The sad thing is, I'm not even embarrassed by this at all! What is my problem?
Keith, if you are out there, a) I would only call you Mr. Urban to your face, if I could even speak at the sight of you, and b) if you get the urge to fulfill some weird girl's life dream, please leave a comment below.
* Note: Ok, so I was reminded that I HAVE met two "celebrities." I not only met, but received my first-ever package of Cheetos, from Gene Stallings, former Alabama coach (roll tide!). And I also met, " former NFL Rookie of the Year Bobby Humphrey. Or any number of very famous people that you just take for granted..." So says my father. I'm pretty sure my father wrote that, otherwise it was my mother. But yes, I grew up with a sportswriter for a father, so none of these names ever meant anything to me.
Monday, October 4, 2010
The Prayer
I am a little blown away.
I have glimpsed what it means to be free in Christ. I know someone who is not a Believer, and I see the bondage in this person's life. But I know the Truth, and the Truth has set me free (John 8:32)! I praise God for that!
I praise God that He has invited us to be a part of His salvation process. I praise Him that unlike Moses, who after glimpsing God had to wear a veil for the rest of his life so as to keep the radiance on his face from blinding others, I with an unveiled face reflect the glory of God. I praise Him that I am being transformed into His likeness with ever-increasing glory (Exodus 34:29, 2 Corinthians 3:18).
Our God is greater, our God is stronger... God, You are higher than any other. Our God is Healer, awesome in power - our God! He is the Lord, and He will free us from being slaves, and He will redeem us with an outstretched arm and with mighty acts of judgment. He will take us as His own people, and He will be our God (Exodus 6:6-7)! I am so unworthy, but God promises me this!
I was asked for my mission statement today. So I thought I would include it below.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace;
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy;
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.
Amen.
- St Francis of Assisi
I have glimpsed what it means to be free in Christ. I know someone who is not a Believer, and I see the bondage in this person's life. But I know the Truth, and the Truth has set me free (John 8:32)! I praise God for that!
I praise God that He has invited us to be a part of His salvation process. I praise Him that unlike Moses, who after glimpsing God had to wear a veil for the rest of his life so as to keep the radiance on his face from blinding others, I with an unveiled face reflect the glory of God. I praise Him that I am being transformed into His likeness with ever-increasing glory (Exodus 34:29, 2 Corinthians 3:18).
Our God is greater, our God is stronger... God, You are higher than any other. Our God is Healer, awesome in power - our God! He is the Lord, and He will free us from being slaves, and He will redeem us with an outstretched arm and with mighty acts of judgment. He will take us as His own people, and He will be our God (Exodus 6:6-7)! I am so unworthy, but God promises me this!
I was asked for my mission statement today. So I thought I would include it below.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace;
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy;
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.
Amen.
- St Francis of Assisi
Friday, October 1, 2010
At The (D)Hop
So last night, my sorority hosted DHOP (Delta House Of Pancakes). We served all you can eat pancakes with real IHOP syrup. There was music, the Belltower Boys (an a capella group) sang, and there was a pancake decorating contest.
I arrived at the scene about 10 minutes before pancakes were made available. There were already people there sitting at tables! It was so neat to see my friends, all of us in our red DHOP shirts, scurrying around getting things ready. Our philanthropy chair Tracy planned the whole thing and did an amazing job! So many people came to the event, a lot more than we were expecting, I think!
Looking around, seeing all those people enjoying each other and the pancakes, it felt like everyone was united. They came together to not only support St. Jude's, but to support us as Tri Delts. During DHOP, I was so proud of my sorority, and I feel so blessed to be a part of Tri Delt. Doing things like DHOP and spending time with my pledge class and my whole sorority causes me to be so thankful for where I am, where God has called me.
I know that if my high school friends read this, they would fall over in shock or else start laughing at me. I am the last person they (and I) would ever expect to join a sorority, much less write a whole blog post about it! You can laugh if you want; I feel a little like laughing at myself too. But I just feel such affirmation of God's leading me to rush and pledge Tri Delta. So I thought I would share.
DHOP Poster
I arrived at the scene about 10 minutes before pancakes were made available. There were already people there sitting at tables! It was so neat to see my friends, all of us in our red DHOP shirts, scurrying around getting things ready. Our philanthropy chair Tracy planned the whole thing and did an amazing job! So many people came to the event, a lot more than we were expecting, I think!
Looking around, seeing all those people enjoying each other and the pancakes, it felt like everyone was united. They came together to not only support St. Jude's, but to support us as Tri Delts. During DHOP, I was so proud of my sorority, and I feel so blessed to be a part of Tri Delt. Doing things like DHOP and spending time with my pledge class and my whole sorority causes me to be so thankful for where I am, where God has called me.
I know that if my high school friends read this, they would fall over in shock or else start laughing at me. I am the last person they (and I) would ever expect to join a sorority, much less write a whole blog post about it! You can laugh if you want; I feel a little like laughing at myself too. But I just feel such affirmation of God's leading me to rush and pledge Tri Delta. So I thought I would share.
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