Saturday, December 18, 2010

One Year

So much has happened in a year. In exactly a year. It's been exactly a year since the day I most tangibly felt Jesus carry me through the worst 24 hours of my life. I wouldn't actually be alive if it weren't for his presence and his wisdom. Savior has had an entirely new meaning for me since that day, and I intend on reflecting and remembering that more intentionally as Christmas quickly approaches.

How has Jesus transformed your life? How has he been good to you in the midst of pain and suffering?

Feel free to share, I'd love to hear. Otherwise, please just think about that :) God does some amazing things to remind us how much we are his beloved, and it would be a shame to forget them.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Ugh.

They say, "Don't let the sun go down on your anger" or something like that, but what if the sun when down before you got angry? Oh technicalities.

It's not exactly the easiest thing, going to sleep when you were reminded that you're still the stupid person who doesn't know anything about how real life works. Wake up, Amanda! Caring for people doesn't pay the bills. I want to care tangibly for people and want people to know they are deeply loved and valued. I wish there was a job for me that would enable me to pursue my passions and also convince my parents that I'd make enough money to live a life they think I deserve. I kind of have no idea what they expect that to be. I suppose just not below poverty. No, they probably wanted for me to settle well above poverty. And what parent wouldn't wish that for their child? It only makes sense. It's not completely ridiculous or awful that they would want that.

And yet, I'm still really upset. I mean, I'm awake and it's 5am. I feel like I can't do anything to appease my parents. I chose to be a sociology, I guess that was my first mistake if I was trying to win the Awesome Child Award. Well, what's done is done. I've operated under the idea of pursing a line of work that aligned with my passions, and as my future is approaching, it's becoming more of a reality that I'm probably going to barely make enough money to save any of what I make. And while this doesn't stress me out a whole lot, it stresses my parents out a lot. Honestly, what can I do? They'd probably like to change a whole lot more about my situation than is realistically feasible at this point. I just hope they don't actually get me to a point where I believe that I've wasted my life, that my ambitions aren't high enough. I want a job that will enable me care for people and make a difference in their lives. I don't want a job that will give me financial security. I never really worried about that. I guess that's my first mental road block to making the most of my education, resources, and connections. I wish I could somehow marry the two concepts together for the sake of everyone getting along & being on the same page, I just have no idea how to do that...

A part of me feels like giving up. Okay, you win! I'll pursue the job you want me to have. I'll do what you want! But you know what, it's kind of a blessing that it's too late for that. I'm already too far down this path that has steered me completely clear of what my parents would've ever chosen for me. I have no choice but to keep pursuing a job that I believe will work well with the strengths and the passions that God has given me. Even in the midst of arguments and tension, the thought that God is very clearly leading me and affirming who He's made me to be is a very exciting one. I know that whatever He leads me to and whatever door He opens will be exactly right and the best thing for me. I am me, I am who He has created me to be. He has very intentionally made me exactly the way that he chose to. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have decided to care about people as much as I do if I was left to my own devices. Sigh. I'm having a hard time remembering that I'm not a mistake. I'm trying really hard not to feel like a complete screw-up. I'm exhausted. Goodnight.

Friday, December 10, 2010

A conversation with my little sister

ME On a scale of 1 to 10, how excited are you/would you be if I lived at home next year?
JENNA I don't like scales.
ME Okay....how about a thumb-o-meter?
JENNA I don't like meters.
ME So, what do we use then?
JENNA You know....I don't like scales or anything used to measure my emotion. :)

Fine. I will arbitrarily pick a 11/10 and a fully thumbs up haha. You make me laugh a lot Jenna. I suppose you would have to know that Jenna is incredibly sarcastic to fully appreciate this conversation.

PS. I'm seriously freaking out a little on the inside (and the outside) that I'm home and that I know of two apartments down in LA full of friends who are watching Elf. I only tried to watch that with people the three or four days before I left for home. Sigh. It just wasn't meant to be I guess.

Friday, December 3, 2010

OHHHHHHH MY GOODNESS!

Y'know, I don't know who reads this, and I don't know who I could personally share this news with because I'M super excited. I don't think anyone would be able to share in this joy with me. BUT GUESS WHAT! Two years ago, I heard this amaaaaazing version of Go, Tell it on the Mountain on the radio and I never knew who it was by. It sounded like something Eric Whitacre would've composed which is why I instantly loved it. Well. I just heard it again. Ten minutes ago. AND because I know who sings it, I found it on iTunes. HEHEHEHHEHE.

Today just might not be too bad after all. (Waking up to the fire alarm never starts anyone's day off well...except perhaps this morning. Finding this song made it all worth it.)

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Hey, Thanks Sol :)

You ever go through life not really paying attention, and then you talk to a friend about how life has been the past couple of weeks and then you realize how God was actually there the whole time?

Yep.

I have three papers due today, a final tomorrow, & a final on Monday. The papers I'm writing are kind of stressful topics to write about, and I'm especially sensitive since I had just had to deal with the topic first hand in the last week. Then I just found out yesterday that I should've been turning in my papers to turnitin.com all quarter which I didn't know about. I get back from catalyst having to edit and print out papers...I open my freezer and find an exploded Martinelli's apple cider bottle. I had forgotten that I put it in there around 7 hours before, so I had to clean that up.

And you know what? Yeah, I'm a little stressed, my blood pressure went up a bit, but honestly...I'm okay. That's not normal. Needless to say: Thank you Jesus. I've been wondering where you've been all quarter, and I'm pretty sure that you've been there the whole time, and given how life has been in the past week, I'm fairly certain you've been majorly taking care of me. When life and its circumstances dictate that I shouldn't have peace and yet peace is present...dang. All. God.

(Yes, I'm totally listening to the How to Train Your Dragon soundtrack, in case you were wondering. I'm kind of a nerd. It's okay.)