Feeding Yourself is Hard

Lately I have really reached the conclusion that feeding yourself is hard. It's expensive. Time consuming. And it requires a lot of planning and thought. Like I am officially giving my parents mad props for keeping not only themselves, but also me, alive for this many years. I can barely feed myself. And don't even get me started on the extra level of difficulty that is reached if you're trying to eat well. I've given up gluten and sugar for a while, and sometimes I'd rather go hungry than go to the work of cooking. Being a grown up is hard.

What Are the Odds

Sometimes I feel like the weirdest things happen to me. It's like my game is a perpetual game of "what are the odds?" Today was a generally weird day to say the least. I wish I could go into detail, but it's probably more one of those "Dear Diary" experiences than something that should end up on the internet. Let's just say that this town is too small. Sometimes I really feel like I'm playing a big game of Hide and Go Seek. It was easier when I was 5 and 'hiding" meant covering my eyes. But people look at you funny when you cover your eyes in public places and pretend not to see them as an adult. Growing up is complicated. And so are small towns.

Streams in the Wasteland

Today I was just really grateful, and as I'm learning, gratitude is the starting place of joy. I felt extraordinarily happy today, and I realized that it all started when I woke up giving thanks. Learn to pour out thanks, and you'll be filled back up by joy. I used to think that being happy was about waiting to be brought to a different place. But being happy is about having the faith that joy will be brought to you right where you are, like water in a desert. You might not be in the ideal location, but why not rejoice over the water? You wouldn't take a jug of water and smash it to the ground in the midst of the blaring sun and sweltering sand just because it wasn't enough water for your lifetime. No, you'd drink it, joyful for the bit of refreshment, even in the desert. So why smash and blaspheme the spots of joy we receive even on the bad days? They might not be enough for our lifetime, but they're certainly enough for the moment. Streams in the desert take time, but you will be given your portion until they are furrowed. "Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up, do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland." Isaiah 43:18-19

The Beach and Me

Over spring break I took a day trip with two of my good friends to Wilmington to spend the afternoon picnicking and relaxing on the beach. I was reminded how much I love the beach. I guess I never really forgot it, but remembering that you love somewhere and then actually being there to love it are two different things. I love how it makes me feel small, reminds me that there’s so much more to this world than the town I live in or my daily schedule. That something bigger than myself has been making the waves roll ceaselessly from the beginning of time, and that that same power holds me and my life, and sustains me just like it sustains the sea. I love running my hands and feet through the sand, shocked every time by the number of grains that ripple over my fingers and toes. I love knowing that my God’s thoughts towards me are more numerous than those grains of sand. I love knowing that the Creator of that ocean created me. That that very beauty that He breathed into that sea He breathed into me. The beach leaves me in awe of my God. 

Sometimes Your Cat Falls Out the Window

Nothing says “Sunday morning” quite like your overweight cat rolling out of a second story window. Honestly, I wasn’t that surprised, because I officially have the weirdest cat on this planet. She spends hours at a time laying on her back like a fatty:

 Piper, otherwise known as “Pip,” likes to sit on open windows and lean up against the screens.  Well it seems she’s finally gotten too fat for the screens. Yesterday morning I was getting ready for church when I heard the screen of my bedroom window pop out. I looked over just as I watched Piper slide and roll out the window, desperately clinging to the window sill just as she dropped. It was just like the Lion King. I panicked understandably and rushed downstairs and outside to find her fitting casually in the grass, staring up at the window with an expression that read “whoa… I had no idea this is where that led.” Only after I knew she was okay did I crack up. I really wish I could have seen what it looked like from the outside. 

What Is Even Happening

I honestly cannot believe how fast this whole college thing is going. My third spring break has drawn to a close, and this time next year I'll be choosing a grad school, trying on caps and gowns, and freaking out over the new life phase that I know absolutely nothing about. I'm closer to being finished with college than I am to the day I started it all. It's so true that whether you're happy or sad, in a good place or bad place, ready or not, life just keeps moving on right in front of you. I guess that's a good thing though, because that means that when you're not where you want to be, all you have to do is hold tight and you'll be somewhere else before you know it.

I Want a Cookie

My roommate and I decided to make some health-related improvements and changes throughout the month of March… it’s only the 3^rd, and so far it is not my favorite thing. We’ve eliminated all refined sugars and sweets, are drinking 3 liters of water a day, and we’re not eating past 9:00 at night. Let me just tell you. It’s not so fun. I made 6 dozen homemade chocolate chip cookies on February 28^th before I knew I would be roped into this, and now they’re just taunting me. I want a cookie. Also, I’ve been throwing back the water like a crazy person, and I realize that this might be too much information, but I’ve literally had to go to the bathroom every hour for the whole day. Who has time for that? Who? All I’m saying is that health isn’t so appealing right now. But life’s tough and then ya die… so looks like cookies, good use of my time, and midnight snacks are a thing of the past. Bring on April. 

The Fringe

I have a backwards kind of pride. Parts of my personality are introverted, but not because I find social situations exhausting or unenjoyable… but because I often care too much about what people think of me, and therefore self-protect by clamming up giving them nothing to think of me. My pride often makes me reserved. For this reason, I have felt on the “outside” of social situations many times in my life. In the depths of my soul, I want so badly to be that person that is friends with all of the “popular” kids, that has a front-and-center role socially because many parts of me are inherently extroverted. I spend way too much time agonizing over the fact that I am a fringe person, and I seem to be destined to be a fringe person for my whole life. But today, my heart had a revelation that I don’t know how I missed before. I realized that over the years, Jesus has given me periods of loneliness and an introverted personality so that I can see other lonely people. If I had all the friends I wanted, I would lose the opportunity to recognize the people who want and need my friendship. When you're a follower of Christ, you understand that everyone is His Beloved... it doesn't matter who you're friends with, because His mercy is the great equalizer. The important thing is not if you're in the "in-group" or not... it's that you're loving one of His people, which is part of your sanctification. You're becoming more and more like Him every time you love one of the "least of these." Jesus wasn't friends with the popular people. He was friends with the outcasts… the fringe people. What if I viewed my being on the fringe as an immense opportunity to bless His children, rather than a misplacement of my desired social standing? How differently would I live my life and spend my time? How much more content would I be?

Give Thanks and Carry On

The other day I saw someone with one of those “Keep Calm and Carry On” stickers on their laptop. Suddenly the thought struck me, “well what if I can’t keep calm? What if circumstances come crashing down on me, anxiety takes over, and things become bigger than my ability to reconcile that it will all be okay? How am I supposed to keep calm?” As a person that struggles with anxiety and a worry-prone personality, I know firsthand that fear doesn’t submit to logic because fear isn’t logical. So how in the world are we supposed to quiet our fears to a state of calm when our souls ache from the wounds left by a flawed world? What if instead of trying in vain to keep calm and carry on, we gave thanks a carried on? What if we admitted that our fears aren’t ordered by our reasoning abilities because we know fears aren’t reasonable? Fear doesn’t submit to logic. Fear submits to God. What if we lived every day trusting that He has our ultimate good in mind, that “His secret purpose framed from the very beginning is to bring us to our full glory” (1 Corinthians 2:7)? Would we be freed to give thanks in the eye of the storm, to simply abandon unfruitful attempts to maintain a cool exterior and channel the turmoil of our souls into song of thanksgiving? Because if we are being brought to our full glory, there are no circumstances in which you cannot sing His praise. And the beautiful thing is that that verse doesn’t read “you are working towards your full glory.” It reads that he will “BRING us to our full glory.” He doesn’t want our efforts to keep calm. He wants our praise even when we are anxious, worried, and overcome, our faith that He will bring us. We are simply meant to grab His hand, and give thanks. The rest is His job. And that is where we find rest for our souls.