Thursday, April 29, 2010
Emphasized by one of my favorite Beatles songs, and definitely the one thing I'm loving this week : I Love being loved. Sometimes I feel lonely, I think it's because all my friends have schedules just as crazy as mine, and I feel like that whole out of sight, out of mind thing kicks in, but there are a few people who no matter how sparingly I see them, always manage to make me feel loved. I love them every second of every day, but today I think they deserve a special mention.Sweet Allison has been my constant support since I met her. Literally two minutes after ever talking to or seeing her, she was easing my fears and making me laugh with her charm and wit. She and I talk a lot, even though I haven't seen her months (Please come on May), and I absolutely adore her!
Emily here, has been my best friend for years and years now, and even though we've both grown a lot, nothing has ever changed our friendship. She too is such an encouragement. She's good at advice, one of the best examples of a Godly woman that I know, and I don't think she could be mean if you tried to make her. Thank God for a friend who can make it all better when it's bad.
And my lovely newly(ish)wed Kimberly. She has grown so much in the past year, and she's always willing to lift me up to the Lord, and help me when I need anything. She makes me laugh, and honestly, she probably knows me better than I know myself. She understands who I am because she was there when I was becoming this person. Without her, geez, let's not go there.
And then there's my sweet Reagan who makes me feel so loved, every time we make eye contact. I cannot imagine my life without this sweet girl. BFF4E.
I love these girls so much. And I love being loved by them. I know I've been talking about it a lot, but graduation is kind of a big deal, and in such an emotional time when I'm tempted to feel like no one really understands or that I'm alone, I have these girls who lift my spirit and remind me of who I am. Mnnn. Love, I love it.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
- You know you're a writer when:
- You sleep with pen and paper next to your bed — and the stove and the couch and the dining table and the shower and the toilet and the. . .
- You have a favorite punctuation mark. My editor’s trying to wean me off of em dashes — good luck with that.
- You have a favorite pen. Uniball Signo 207 with the comfi-grip in black ink. Uh, what do you mean there are other colors?
- You get caught up in plotting your next scene and put the cereal in the fridge, and the milk in the pantry.
- The stacks of your old manuscripts and rejection letters officially constitutes a fire hazard
- You desperately want Crayola tub markers so you can write down all that great dialog that comes to you in the shower.
- You love restaurants that put a big sheet of paper over the table cloth and leave you with a handful of crayons.
- You’re talking to a real, living, breathing person and suddenly stop and listen because one of your characters interrupted you.
- You think sleep is way overrated. Who needs more than three hours anyway?
- Your novels are backed up on your laptop, your husband’s laptop, two thumb drives, and you’re seriously toying with the idea of getting a safe deposit box.
- And finally, you know your a writer if you look at yourself and see a writer. Everyone else looks at you and sees an obsessive-compulsive, anal-retentive insomniac with a pen fetish.
Monday, April 19, 2010
I did it! All those tears, and challenging lessons. All those hugs and smiles, late night pots of coffee and studypaloozas where absolutely nothing got done, and I did it. (Let's not focus on the last 2 papers and midterms I have left, please ;) I have accomplished so much, and I did it with my GPA and my witness still intact unlike so many college students. I have reaped God's blessings, and my storehouses have certainly overflowed. I'm not trying to write my eulogy here; this isn't necessarily an end (although it kind of is). To me it's more of a beginning, volume, the second.
So now you know what about 10 minutes in my head looks like. Put that cycle on repeat, and you're totally me. My life is crazy, but it's mine and it's pretty awesome. Also, please go ahead and expect some sappy posts in the days to come. I like people to be prepared, and they're definitely coming, so you've been warned.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Me: Since you say "student" here, you can't say "they." It has to be "he or she."
Tutee: Ohhhhh, so they have to match.
*Sidenote: this is the exact concept we spent 30minutes discussing Monday
Me: Yes. Also, since the pronoun and the antecedent are both singular now, your verb has to match, so it's "is" not "are"
Tutee:Ohhhhh, so "he or she are"
Me: No. "He or she is"
Tutee: Ohhhh, ok, so then if it was "student" and singular, then it would be "are"
Me: No. You can't say "student are" or "he or she are" You would say "student is" or "he or she is" or "studentS are" or "they are"
Tutee: Ohhhhh, ok I get it. So "If a student has the opportunity then they a..."
Me: NO. That's what you already have written, and it isn't right. This sentence should say, "If a student has the opportunity then he or she is..."
Tutee: Ohhhhh, so they have to match?
Me: Mnnhmnn, let's look at the next paragraph.
Maybe I'm just a bad tutor, or maybe people who come to college should have mastered ENGL 0100 skills in about the third grade. This happens to me most days, and sometimes it makes me want to be a teacher for about 3 seconds, but then the logical side of me overtakes the emotional side, and I decide it's better that I just pray for teachers and count to five and twenty. (Ten points if you get that literary reference). For all I know they've got a competition amongst themselves to see who can make me repeat myself the most. You win, M/W 11:00, you win.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
and my friend Ashlyn Joy who takes pictures like this:
And if I were a photographer, I'd take pictures like these. (All from weheartit.com)I love these because when I look at each of them, a story immediately starts developing in my head. Each person in the photo has a name, and I can tell you exactly what they're doing. I love it. And that's how pictures should be. If if picture isn't worth a thousand words, then it isn't really worth anything at all.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Friday night at a Bible study I am doing with some sweet friends we talked about so many good things, and the Lord really used what we discussed to prepare my heart for today when I got fellowship and worship with my church family. One of my favorite things we talked about Friday was how amazing ad outstanding it is that The Father turned His face away from His only son because of me. It was and is so impressive to me to meditate on that, and be reminded that my sin was so great and so terrible that God the Father could not bear to look upon His Son and would not ease His suffering. And then that God the Son would willlingly die for me knowing He was going to be rejected by His Father whom He loved and had more special of a connection with than I ever could. It's absolutely amazing. And humbling.
Because of Christ and Christ alone am I redeemed. He made Himself the atonement for my sins, and I am eternally in awe.
Romans 3:21-26 "But now the righteousness of God has been manifested apart from the law, although the Law and the Prophets bear witness to it—the righteousness of God through faith in Jesus Christ for all who believe. For there is no distinction: for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified by his grace as a gift, through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus, whom God put forward as a propitiation by his blood, to be received by faith. This was to show God’s righteousness, because in his divine forbearance he had passed over former sins. It was to show his righteousness at the present time, so that he might be just and the justifier of the one who has faith in Jesus."
I pray that I never forget I Peter 2:24 "He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed."