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Tuesday, 29 September 2009

  • the wilderness bites back, just fyi

    I feel like a flimsy piece of vine, having been thrown into the fire and then rescued–burned and charred.  Am I really good for anything?  Was I ever good for anything?  Because half-burned is no improvement when I once was whole.

    Where, God, have I been unfaithful?  If tonight was any small piece of the puzzle then, please, show me more.  Even if it does hurt–its better to hurt myself then to unknowingly hurt others with my actions and words.  I want this wilderness to be turned back into the rolling countryside that it was not too long ago.  Where did that country life go??  Did my tame life allow me to be blinded by these sharp interjections that I bring about?  Do I really not see myself for what and who I really am?  Turning a blind eye to the distaste in my life?  If so, then allow the wildness to continue!  Let it bite back and reveal to me the faults that consume me!  I don’t want to be a useless vine–I want to be a branch, one that is supported and supports those around me; healthy, loving, and providing growth.  Teach me to “man up” in areas that I need to work on.  I’m tired of wimping out and taking the easy way–make me stronger.  But most of all, teach me Your will for my life.  Interject Your wisdom into all areas and aspects of me.  Bring me to a new countryside, a better one, far healthier than the one I came from.  To get from point A to point B you have to take a walk.  This is my walk through that wilderness.

    Ezekiel 15 kinda sums it all up.

Monday, 21 September 2009

  • Love?

    I was shown mercy because I acted in ignorance and unbelief.

    -1 Timothy 1:13

     

    Just how amazing is God that He would show mercy on me?  Me??!!?!  I constantly doubt God’s capabilities to handle situations: His strength to keep me from going under the crashing waves, His undeniable peace I let go with a toss of my hand, His comfort I take when I have want of it, His wisdom I accept only if I don’t need it.

    I feel as though I’ve changed from this loving person into one that is malicious at heart.  And such as the saying goes, ‘what’s in your heart comes out your mouth,” well, that is all that seems to be happening.  My tongue is quick and sharp and downright rude to my family.  I only want to talk when I want to talk, giving no regard whatsoever to my parent’s feelings.  I find myself nosing my way into matters that I have no business in:  he said/she said/they did this.  What does it matter?  It is of no consequence to me.  It is none of my business, and I neither benefit nor lose anything from it, other than just setting up a double standard in which others have to measure up to but I’m allowed to slide.  I’ve become a gossip and I hate it.  That word resounds in my mind over and again; whispering into my soul.  And I’m ashamed.  I’m thoroughly ashamed of myself.  Its one thing to recant lively tales from the day; another to talk about people.  I’ve allowed myself to become so caught up in this…and it needs to stop.  The goal is love.  Not hate.  Not slander.  Not whispers of the suggested going-on’s of those I know and claim to love as my brothers and sisters in Christ.  I need to change—to fix this.  I need to get my purity back, my joy, my love for others.  I need to stop worrying about everyone else and just focus on Christ and what His will is for me.  I need to curb my tongue.  I need to start listening to Jesus again and less to my own selfishness.  I need to strive to be like Christ.

     

    The goal is love, which comes from a pure heart and a good conscience and a sincere faith.

    -1 Timothy 1:5

Sunday, 13 September 2009

  • if its the beaches...

    I think it might be safe to say I love my job…but I might wait a week before I make that statement official.  The girls and I have clicked really well all things considering. I mean, take 2 guys, and 7 girls, and expect them all to get along without any problems on the 3rd time of ever meeting, and yea, I’d say you have a really good working crew.

    The bosses put me on espresso duty.  Can you say love???!!!! Ahhh, I can’t believe how much I’ve missed using one of those machines.  That was my favorite part of working at the bookstore way back in the day.  It was so easy to switch back into the mode of mixing drinks.  And oh my goodness the smells–that wonderfully, rich, aroma–I was in heaven.  At one point, I made 2 hazelnut cafe lattes and maybe its just the type of bean, but that was one of the best scents–it made me want to make myself one, and I’m not a huge fan of coffee unless it is iced and has chocolate added in. ha!  Now I just need to work on the latte art…I still have yet to master that…but I plan to.  I have to admit, though, I was a tad disheartened that none of my friends came out to see me for our mini-grand opening.   I know, I know, they had plans, yada yada yada…..I guess I just expected a few at the very least to come out for it.  But, my parents drove up. =]  So that was pretty exciting.  In fact, I was so busy making drinks, I didn’t see them in the line till they were ordering their sandwiches, and I went to “bus” their table later just so I could talk with them for a few minutes and get their reaction on the place.  They both loved it, so I was pretty happy about that.

    Overall, work is going to be a good experience.  The only pain in the butt will be all the driving I will be doing.  For instance, come Monday morning, I will have to be on the road at 5:50am in order to get to work by 7am.  Then I will work 10 hours straight (minus our break), get off by 5, and depending on how energetic I am at that point will determine if I hang out with people or just head straight home.  But I’m not complaining.  I have a job.  After like 5 months of searching for one, probably 10-20 interviews at various places, and too many emails to want to count, I have a job that I actually like.  I’d definitley go as far as to say this is a God thing. =D

    Speaking of God things, and whatnot, I’m not doing too well on my communication level with Him.  Besides the random, ‘thanks God!’ I acknowledge through the day or stuff of that nature.  I dunno.  Even when I did the bible study with the guys this week, via skype nonetheless, I really didn’t feel like I had anything to offer.  I’m not of a theological mind, nor am I good at analyzing things when it comes to literature.  I’m not really sure how I passed english classes when it came to our analyzation essays on various topics and books–I despise them!  Writing–love; analyzing–hate.  Its just not me.  I guess I feel that these guys know more theology then I do, along with knowing more about the history (another thing I’m not too fond of) and the setting and time period itself, that they just had way more to offer.  And no offense to the bro, but I hate praying out loud in group settings.  If you think I clam up in group discussions about things (because I normally don’t even talk in our mini-groups in class), its even worse when I have to pray out loud in front of people.  My explanation of this is horrible, I know, but its not my gifting.  And usually I’m okay with that…until someone asks me to pray and then it becomes a pride issue on should I or shouldn’t I.  Which completely and utterly destroys the whole point of praying, because its not a thing you do based on pride.  God doesn’t base his love on us praying to Him.  He doesn’t sit there and go, “well, since you didn’t pray out loud in bible study, you don’t rank as high on my list of favorites as you used to.”  That’s complete stupidity.  And I shouldn’t feel like I have to put up a front with my friends and pray aloud just because they asked.  Even still, I felt like a complete moron for not praying when bro asked me too….and I’ll admit, it stung a bit to myself that I even passed it off.  But if I’m not comfortable doing it, and if my heart isn’t in the right place, and if I only did it to put up a good front/mask for my friends, then I really don’t think it would have helped anybody out, and I would have been too worried about what other people were thinking about what I was saying, then concentrating and meaning what I would have been saying to God.  Did that rambling make any sense whatsoever??

    Here, I’ll even bring into play a verse from the book we are reading this week:

    For the grace of God that brings salvation has appeared to all men.  It teaches us to say “No” to ungodliness…–Titus 1: 11-12a

    Wouldn’t my pridefulness/mask/I’m doing this for me prayer have been something of ungodliness?  Because I’m pretty sure that it wouldn’t have been so much for God and to God as it would have been for myself. *sigh*  I’m really glad there are such things as blogs.  It’s so much easier to type this all out than to write it out, causing my thoughts to actually reach the page much more quickly, therefore I’m not losing at much of my thought process. lol

    Ok….enough with my ramblings that probably make no sense to anyone but myself.  I need sleep so I can wake up early, study my butt off all day long for my exam, and then hit the sack early and actually sleep until I wake up sometime in the wee hours of 4 am.

    But we are not of those who shrink back and are destroyed, but of those who believe and are saved. –Hebrews 10:39
    -peace, love, and Jesus tugging on your heartstrings.

Wednesday, 10 December 2008

  • I feel so unsatisfied. I also feel completely selfish and immature for saying that, but its a true statement.  Some of it has to do with school and the fact that exams are upon us now. Yet, once again, I could care less. I’d rather hang out with my friends then study; I’ve fallen back into the thinking of “well, since I haven’t done well on my tests, theres no way I can pass the class” and I just honestly don’t care.  I’ve started thinking that I’d rather be working next semester; forget school, forget classes, forget it all-just work and get some money saved up once again. Yet, I’m afraid if I do that, then I’ll never come back here, either by stuff always coming up and I never get around to getting a degree, or that the college won’t let me back in since my gpa is so low.  I’m honestly surprised that the college hasn’t contacted me about my low gpa and given me a warning as of yet…we’ll see how it is in a few weeks once grades have been posted.

    …I know I feel like God has told me that something along the lines of missions work is in my future-I just don’t know what. I know that in order to do Chi Alpha I have to have a degree.  But what if its not Chi Alpha and what if  the question is when am I supposed to be getting that degree and is now the time to do so? I hate the thought of just wasting money on school when I’m not doing so well. I’d rather get a job and work. And yet, I know that if I did get a job and started working that I’d just complain about that as much as I do with school.

    I feel like such a scumbag whenever people tell me that they are having to worry about financial aid, or scholarships, or loans when dealing with college. I have it easy. I’ve made it through basically on my inheiritance from my Opa, minus a semester that my parents paid for. So technically I am wasting my own money doing something I hate; complaining day in and day out, and yet I do nothing to change it. I’m sick of school. But I’m afraid to drop out. Not just because of what people will say and think whenever they see me or whenever my name comes up in conversations, but I’m scared of what I’d have to do next.  I’ve known nothing but school for the past 16 years of my life.  Sure, I held a part-time job in high school, and two jobs one summer during college, but there’s a difference between going to school, part-time job on the side, and just doing a full-time job with no school added. A major difference.

    I just don’t care. Which is a major part of the problem.  I want to find something that I am passionette about doing; something I can see myself doing daily and not being bored at it. But I haven’t found it.  Most of my friends get so  excited when talking about what they want to do, and me-I feel ashamed.  I have no idea.  I have no passion. I want to figure out what my passion is, but I don’t want to waste the money on it.

    I just wish I had the answers now instead of waiting to see whats going to happen. I really need to spend some time praying on this all, but lately I haven’t even been spending time with God. And when I do, its quick.  Nothing taken in, nothing understood, but just words blending all into one phrase of “oh yea, I read my Bible today”.  And I can’t tell anyone this. Well, I guess I could (especially since I’m telling basically the whole world here) but I’d be just too ashamed. It’s hard to tell people when you are failing in something, its hard to open up that part of yourself.  But I can see it affecting me: I’m becoming more snappy, complaining more (something I hate about myself and try as I might I guess I’m not doing a very good job at breaking that habit as the guys keep bringing it to my attention), and the likes.

    I feel like I’ve just wasted an entire semester and I have nothing to show for it. Sure, I’ve had some laughs and some fun.  But have I honestly done anything that is really affecting?  Have I allowed God to minister through me in any way?  Have I connected better with people then before? Have I have I have I have????  There are just so many of those questions floating in my head, and I’m afraid the answer is a resounding “no” which disappoints me to the core.  For someone who’s heart wants and even longs to be in the right place, my actions sure don’t show it.

    I just wish…I don’t even know what I wish…and thats the sad part.

Tuesday, 18 November 2008

  • and so begins my presidency...

    I'm Chi Alpha's new president.

    Stunned? I was.

    Hargett called me into the office today and told me that I was taking over for Bobby. No elections, no running, no voting. Perfect way to win a presidency if you ask me. :) Still though, I feel like I've somehow cheated my way into it. Sure there was no one technically in the running, especially since I didn't even know that a change of leadership was happening, nor did anyone else. But I still feel as though I don't deserve it; I know I don't deserve it. I mean, I finally stepped up in leadership this year, but all I really do is organize and arrange things. I'm a "2nd leader" for the Truth Project Lifegroup and I don't do anything there. I don't do one-on-ones with people because I clearly don't feel like God has given me a pastoral/shepherd mindset that would be needed (which doesn't quite make sense with the direction I feel that He's calling me....so somehow that quality is going to need to show up somehow I'm thinking...unless I'm just totally mis-reading what He's been showing me). Aspects such as: I'm a "complainer"; I'm "judgmental"; I'm "too loud"; and that I'm "annoying" are basically some, but not all, daily phrases I hear when hanging out with the guys. I just don't see why he didn't pick someone with better qualities; better spiritual qualities even. I know I'm growing closer to God, especially ever since I finally accepted his calling on my life, but when I get around the guys and they start having spiritual debates, or discussions on the Word-I feel like such a failure. I dwell in the Word daily, and yet if you were to ask me what I had read the day before, I probably wouldn't be able to tell you just because I don't retain what I read that well (which is odd because I love reading so much). Obviously there has to be characteristics in me that Hargett sees in order to entrust me like this, but I guess because I know my flaws I just can't see it. And there's not much that this "presidency" even entails; just some emails from the college that I'll need to keep up with to make sure deadlines are met on whatever they need; but still. I almost can't help thinking that he gave me it because I am good at organizing and detailing events and whatnot, which is fine because I know its one of my spiritual gifts that God has given me.

    I was so excited about this earlier this afternoon, but now I question it. It was one thing to accept the fact that God was calling me into a leadership role to begin with...but now to be "in charge" of a group...that's a whole different idea. Then again...perhaps He's preparing me for something with Chi Alpha down the line. Maybe its not so much the missionary aspect, like the Hargetts or Moodys, but more of the administration of Chi Alpha as a whole, like Dennis Gaylor...or something like that. Even if it is more of what Gaylor does, its still missionary work, which would definitely fill the calling that I feel, but it would also play into what giftings God's placed in me. And now that I've thought this out in a way I can physically see it, instead of just jumbled up in my head, I'm getting excited once again. I'm excited to see what growth and opportunities He's going to use this "presidency" for. I'm excited to see just how He's going to play this all out. I'm excited to see just how much He is going to stretch/push/pull/prod me and grow me-spirtually, mentally, and physically throughout this all. I'm excited about not only the ups but the downfalls, the lows, that I'm going to go through. Because I know that He's got it under control and its in His hands.

    So yea, I'm the new Chi Alpha president.

    And I'm totally giving it up to God.

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