Monday, February 28, 2011

3 Lessons

So I've learned a few things this week. I think I've always known these things but they just really "clicked" for me recently.

1) "The best thing about the future is it happenes one day at a time." -Abraham Lincoln

2) I am the Lord's beloved ...enough said.

3) Life is better when God is in it. He really has done great things, He really is doing great things, and He really will do great things (....you just have to be open and willing to let Him).

Thursday, February 24, 2011

date a girl who reads

"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee. Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads."

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— Rosemary Urquico

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

be still...

I've heard it said "Be still and know I am God." Honestly, I don't know where this is said in the Bible, or if it is in fact even written anywhere in the Bible. But today, this is my desire.
I want so much to just sit. be still. take in the silence. and just simply be at peace [with God].

I have no idea where in my schedule I will have time to just be with God but this is my prayer (and if not now, then hopefully sometime soon).

God Smack

"Will Smith said it best: “You can tell how far in life you’ll go by the 5 people you spend the most amount of time with.” I remember the first time I heard this quote it totally rearranged my whole brain. I took a look around me and – BOY – did I see that some changes had to be made!"
from the blog of Mastin Kipp

I read this and realized God is trying to tell me something.
It's time [for me] to make some changes.

Who do you spend time with?

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Truth

I recently joined a book study. We just began reading Abba's Child by Brennan Manning. I have been looking forward to reading one of Brennan's books after hearing him speak my freshman year at the University. Brennan Manning is a man who speaks truth, God's truth. Abba's Child is about ridding the masks we wear, the facades we display and revealing our true selves.
I have read chapters one and two thus far and this is some of what I have learned from chapter one, which I think I already knew but fail(ed) to recognize.

We project onto God our own attitudes and feelings of ourselves. Thus, if we feel hateful towards ourselves, we assume that God feels hateful toward us. We cannot assume that He feels about us the way we feel about ourselves- unless we love ourselves compassionately, intensely, and freely.
We do not hate God, we hate ourselves.

God loves us; not inspite of our sins and faults but with them. Though God does not condone or sanction evil, He does not withhold His love because there is evil in us.

We cannot accept love from another human being when we do not love ourselves, much less accept that God could possibly love us.

It is relatively easy to feel loved by God and have self-acceptance when our life is together. But what happens when life falls through the cracks? When we sin and fail, and our dreams shatter? What happens when we come face-to-face with the human condition?
Are we together then? Do we have a strong sense of self-worth, and feel like the beloved child? Or God love us only in "goodness" and not in our poverty and brokenness as well?
(Brennan Manning, 1994)

"This [brokenness] is what needs to be accepted." -Nicholas Harnan

For love of you...

"For love of you I left my Father's side. I came to you who ran from me, who fled me, who did not want to hear my name. For love of you I was covered with spit, punched and beaten, and fixed to the wood of the cross."

-Brennan Manning, Abba's Child

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Coincidence?...I Think Not!

Last night was another late night. I finally made it to bed at 3 am, only to be woken up by my alarm clock just a mere 3 hours later at 6am and once more at 6:30am. After trying to avoid the inevitable, I finally forced myself out of bed at 7:15am to face what I expected to be another very busy and tiring day followed by yet another late night. To my surprise this was not the case. After rushing to get ready, I leave my apartment at approximately 7:40am to discover that my car was no longer a car but an ice crystal. It was completely covered in a fairly thick sheet of ice. I called my supervisor telling her I would be late to my internship, and I would be there as soon as I could be there. I was pretty sure my classes were canceled for the day, but still wanted confirmation. My twin sissy was nice enough to look up the school closings and inform me that classes have in fact been canceled. *insert some happiness here* After pouring hot water on my car and chipping away at the ice for about a half hour only to reveal two small portions the size of my head, one on the windshield and the other on the driver side window, I called my supervisor once more to tell her I was not coming in today. De-icing my car was clearly going to be an all morning task. I became quite excited at the thought of having the whole day ahead of me to be productive, catch up on schoolwork and all that jazz, and possibly even make it to bed before midnight.

I have had many late nights this semester trying to keep up to speed in all my classes causing me to become exhausted (physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually).
So is it a coincidence that today is a snowday? I think not!
Quite frankly, I think God saw that I was tired, in need of a break and a day to catch up with life. And so he provided such a day for me to do just that.

Thank you, God!