Oh man... two in one day!
I've been out at Mission Arlington in Texas for almost 10 weeks. I just recently arrived back at home yesterday. There's so much to say, I would have to, and should have been blogging for everyday.
Just some sp
Saturday, July 31, 2010
timelines
It's been quite a while. I'm currently procrastinating and not doing summer school homework, which is detrimental because I'm already terribly behind.
I have an art. I am not a worrier. I prefer to never be in the know that way I am never in the worry. However, this usually proves to be a terrible philosophy.
Because I am not a worrier, I usually end up picking up the pieces from a mind explosion. I usually have plenty of reasons to worry, but never utilize them, which leaves me speechless when everything is resolved. I'm not sure if that made sense, but we're going to go with it.
Sometimes I just wish I could pause life. Summer usually makes me want this. I am naturally lazy, and I desire very little. Having to do things and having deadlines just makes me that much more lazy. I have no idea how I've managed to make it 21 years now, but somehow the Lord has seen fit to keep me around.
This is kind of silly, but I really wish I could just be a missionary for the rest of my life. I spent an entire summer being a missionary to Mission Arlington and I loved it. It is the kind of busy that I enjoy, alot. I enjoy doing physical work and planning for lessons, I don't enjoy doing mental work and planning for school. I am 95% positive that this isn't my calling, however. I'm pretty sure that God has constantly called me out of my comfort zone.. which means, an elementary school teacher.
I'm still unsure how he's going to make that work, but we'll definitely see.
I have an art. I am not a worrier. I prefer to never be in the know that way I am never in the worry. However, this usually proves to be a terrible philosophy.
Because I am not a worrier, I usually end up picking up the pieces from a mind explosion. I usually have plenty of reasons to worry, but never utilize them, which leaves me speechless when everything is resolved. I'm not sure if that made sense, but we're going to go with it.
Sometimes I just wish I could pause life. Summer usually makes me want this. I am naturally lazy, and I desire very little. Having to do things and having deadlines just makes me that much more lazy. I have no idea how I've managed to make it 21 years now, but somehow the Lord has seen fit to keep me around.
This is kind of silly, but I really wish I could just be a missionary for the rest of my life. I spent an entire summer being a missionary to Mission Arlington and I loved it. It is the kind of busy that I enjoy, alot. I enjoy doing physical work and planning for lessons, I don't enjoy doing mental work and planning for school. I am 95% positive that this isn't my calling, however. I'm pretty sure that God has constantly called me out of my comfort zone.. which means, an elementary school teacher.
I'm still unsure how he's going to make that work, but we'll definitely see.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Allergies
I never knew I had 'em.
I woke up this morning with an ichy throat, watery eyes, and unable to breathe. I wabbled into the bathroom only to discover the wretchedness of my apperance. As everyone does on the last week of class, I put some clothes on and went to class. As I was headed to class, I got a craving for some Jon Foreman. I popped it in, reset my headphones, and walked with ease.
"House of God, Forever."
As I sat in class, I became even more gross. By the time I reached my apartment, I thought I was going to pass out. And I was right.
I slept for a good 2.5 hours. I don't usually take naps, but this one was needed. I had a series of crazy dreams, which have been happening often here lately. I then proceeded to go to Docs Place to grab some lunch and found myself, with my lunch, in the art building. A good friend of mine was working on his final project, and I decided to be a good samaritan and help him out. Nearly 2 hours later, I made my way to my only destination for the day, the Library.
I spent the next 3 hours wearing myself out.
Here I am, almost 6 hours later, still procrastinating.
Dumb Allergies.
I woke up this morning with an ichy throat, watery eyes, and unable to breathe. I wabbled into the bathroom only to discover the wretchedness of my apperance. As everyone does on the last week of class, I put some clothes on and went to class. As I was headed to class, I got a craving for some Jon Foreman. I popped it in, reset my headphones, and walked with ease.
"House of God, Forever."
As I sat in class, I became even more gross. By the time I reached my apartment, I thought I was going to pass out. And I was right.
I slept for a good 2.5 hours. I don't usually take naps, but this one was needed. I had a series of crazy dreams, which have been happening often here lately. I then proceeded to go to Docs Place to grab some lunch and found myself, with my lunch, in the art building. A good friend of mine was working on his final project, and I decided to be a good samaritan and help him out. Nearly 2 hours later, I made my way to my only destination for the day, the Library.
I spent the next 3 hours wearing myself out.
Here I am, almost 6 hours later, still procrastinating.
Dumb Allergies.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Friends
I met someone today.
It was amazing... and my eyes were opened.
His name is Paul.
Let me start at the beginning... last semester I dated a fellow. We got pretty serious before we broke up over Christmas break. During our relationship, he made me think that he was this wonderful person, that everyone else picked on and was horribly mean to, so of course I sympathized with him. After we broke up, I began learning the real him. He wasn't all sweet and innocent like I thought. He
It was amazing... and my eyes were opened.
His name is Paul.
Let me start at the beginning... last semester I dated a fellow. We got pretty serious before we broke up over Christmas break. During our relationship, he made me think that he was this wonderful person, that everyone else picked on and was horribly mean to, so of course I sympathized with him. After we broke up, I began learning the real him. He wasn't all sweet and innocent like I thought. He
Monday, March 1, 2010
Mondays
Yesterday. Which was Sunday, I almost had a break down. I'm a procrastinator, and I wait until the last possible moment to do something, then I procrastinate some more. For instance:
this week...
Today, I have to work on a project due tomorrow (which I am currently doing, I'm just taking a break) I've got to finish up some homework that's due tomorrow as well, and I have 1140 bible study tonight that I lead.
Tomorrow isn't so bad, but I have to spend most of that day getting things ready for Wednesday, because Wednesday is that bad.
I have a project due on Wednesday and a test that morning, and... I know there's something else I'm just blanking out at the moment.
Sunday night I'm thinking about what all I've gotten myself into. I didn't have to be here. When I signed up for college and declared my major, I didn't sign my life away saying that I would be this stressed. It's my own fault. And I realize this completely. I was having my time with Jesus this morning when he opened my eyes pretty wide:
Joshua 3:9
" Joshua said to the Israelites, 'Come here and listen to the words of the Lord your God.' "
Pretty straight forward... But how do we hear God? And better yet... What's he saying? Here's what he said to me:
Before making you schedule, take time to focus on what I want from all your activities. Knowing what I have said before you rush into your day can help you avoid foolish mistakes.
I replied with my mouth wide open and that verse forever embedded on my heart.
How often do we have quiet times that hit us so hard until we actually HEAR what God has to say? The answer I would give for that question: very rarely.
this week...
Today, I have to work on a project due tomorrow (which I am currently doing, I'm just taking a break) I've got to finish up some homework that's due tomorrow as well, and I have 1140 bible study tonight that I lead.
Tomorrow isn't so bad, but I have to spend most of that day getting things ready for Wednesday, because Wednesday is that bad.
I have a project due on Wednesday and a test that morning, and... I know there's something else I'm just blanking out at the moment.
Sunday night I'm thinking about what all I've gotten myself into. I didn't have to be here. When I signed up for college and declared my major, I didn't sign my life away saying that I would be this stressed. It's my own fault. And I realize this completely. I was having my time with Jesus this morning when he opened my eyes pretty wide:
Joshua 3:9
" Joshua said to the Israelites, 'Come here and listen to the words of the Lord your God.' "
Pretty straight forward... But how do we hear God? And better yet... What's he saying? Here's what he said to me:
Before making you schedule, take time to focus on what I want from all your activities. Knowing what I have said before you rush into your day can help you avoid foolish mistakes.
I replied with my mouth wide open and that verse forever embedded on my heart.
How often do we have quiet times that hit us so hard until we actually HEAR what God has to say? The answer I would give for that question: very rarely.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Headaches
I work at a Christian Bookstore in Russellville called Heart and Soul. The title is from the command in Matthew to "love the Lord your God with all your Heart and Soul and Mind." I've been an employee there since October of 2009. It was a huge change from my past jobs. Ever since I've been able to work, I've worked at daycares, or I've baby sat. Simply because I'm going to be a teacher, so I should do that.
I needed a break, so I applied for Heart and Soul, and I was hired, obviously.
The first day on the job, my boss; Pam, told me a few things. She said that she had been in the business for 10 years now, and nothing could suprise her. I didn't figure so, I mean... 10 years on the job! I'd imagine you'd know all the secrets and suprises.
I went to work this past Thursday, February 25, 2010 (incase you don't know) and the first thing Pam said to me, at 12 o'clock pm (the store had been open for two hours now) was, "It's definitely been a day today!" of course, I said... "What do you mean by that?" Pam replied with a variety of stories, from deaths to church problems. All in two hours. Pam takes on a whole lot, just by owning a Christian bookstore in a medium-sized town in Arkansas. She has the burden of holding other people's guilt, holding them while they cry and promising to help them carry their burden. She's phenomonal. She has headaches. She prays and gives everything to her savior.
What a beautiful picture of what we're supposed to be. Pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up, but blessed is the man who has a friend to walk with him along the way. (that's the Jessie translation, not the NIV or the ESV or anything.) Blessed. We're blessed if we help others carry their burdens to the cross.
Dear Lord, help me to be burdened, so I can experience what it feels like to give them to you, in complete surrender.
I needed a break, so I applied for Heart and Soul, and I was hired, obviously.
The first day on the job, my boss; Pam, told me a few things. She said that she had been in the business for 10 years now, and nothing could suprise her. I didn't figure so, I mean... 10 years on the job! I'd imagine you'd know all the secrets and suprises.
I went to work this past Thursday, February 25, 2010 (incase you don't know) and the first thing Pam said to me, at 12 o'clock pm (the store had been open for two hours now) was, "It's definitely been a day today!" of course, I said... "What do you mean by that?" Pam replied with a variety of stories, from deaths to church problems. All in two hours. Pam takes on a whole lot, just by owning a Christian bookstore in a medium-sized town in Arkansas. She has the burden of holding other people's guilt, holding them while they cry and promising to help them carry their burden. She's phenomonal. She has headaches. She prays and gives everything to her savior.
What a beautiful picture of what we're supposed to be. Pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up, but blessed is the man who has a friend to walk with him along the way. (that's the Jessie translation, not the NIV or the ESV or anything.) Blessed. We're blessed if we help others carry their burdens to the cross.
Dear Lord, help me to be burdened, so I can experience what it feels like to give them to you, in complete surrender.
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