Monday, December 14, 2009
Where I've been...'cause I haven't been home
I can't wait to upload pictures from my past few weeks' adventures. I went to Spring Hill, Tennessee for Auntie Andy's 40th birthday. It was tons of fun, as my mom, Auntie Caedmon and Auntie Andrea as well as little Katie and I got to spend time together.
Then, I went to Bieber for my cousin Jennifer's wedding. It was gorgeous. So wonderful to spend time with her, especially before such a huge occasion. I can't even imagine what it felt like for her as we rode to the church. And I can say that, sitting there, next to her trembling arm, I was glad that my wedding is beyond my immediate sight. I am happy for her, but definitely don't feel ready to dive into that type of commitment yet. Scary, yet good, if it's the right person.
Bieber, and all of Northern California, I should say, was incredibly beautiful. I don't think I have ever seen anything as breathtaking. North of Sacramento is open, hilly, rural, pastoral, and sweeping. Northeast of Redding was mountainous, cold, the sun was setting, there was snow on the ground and covering the huge mountain ranges. We had to cross three major mountain ranges before reaching Bieber. We had to (or my Dad had to) put chains on his Toyota truck. But we got there, past the old-time, quaint, small town pizza shops and beauty parlors, the small churches, and the storybook homes.
I never wanted to leave. I cried on the way home not because I wanted to stay forever, but because whenever I leave, I have such a LONG way to go home. It is so far away. Although I cannot adequately describe the beauty and my photography is lacking, The area reminds me a bit of the exchange home in "The Holiday" where Cameron Diaz goes to stay. It's originally Kate Winslet's character's home. Except in the movie, the local town is much more upscale and trendy. Bieber is just plain old rural and country, except for my cousin Andrea's cool salon, and Jennifer's revamped youth center with a coffee bar and pool tables and stage and rec area. Wow...Jen...good work! And congratulations on the marriage. Derek-- you are sooooo lucky to get my cousin. She rocks.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Will I make it?
So, one of my dearest friends is getting married tomorrow. She's also my cousin. I haven't seen her in probably seven years.
I hope I make it to the wedding. For me to get there, several things have to happen. Some of them already have.
I have to leave my house at 3:45 to take SuperShuttle to the airport.
I have to connect in Chicago, and I'm crossing my fingers over the weather conditions.
If I make it to Sacramento, my parents have to pick me up and drive almost six hours to Bieber.
It is likely that the snow will prevent us from getting to Bieber.
SO, I may miss the wedding.
And, I have to be back in DC on Sunday night. This is nightmarish, but I'm hoping!
I hope I make it to the wedding. For me to get there, several things have to happen. Some of them already have.
I have to leave my house at 3:45 to take SuperShuttle to the airport.
I have to connect in Chicago, and I'm crossing my fingers over the weather conditions.
If I make it to Sacramento, my parents have to pick me up and drive almost six hours to Bieber.
It is likely that the snow will prevent us from getting to Bieber.
SO, I may miss the wedding.
And, I have to be back in DC on Sunday night. This is nightmarish, but I'm hoping!
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
A lie I believed
Have you ever heard this:
Its easier to say "I'm sorry" after the fact than ask permission to begin with?
WRONG! I am trying to be much more upfront and honest about everything. When I get scared or anxious, I procrastinate and then have to deal with the ramifications later. Even if the ramifications aren't bad, I have all this internal dissonance and stress about having to apologize later.
Not worth it. Get the unpleasantness out of the way from the start.
Its easier to say "I'm sorry" after the fact than ask permission to begin with?
WRONG! I am trying to be much more upfront and honest about everything. When I get scared or anxious, I procrastinate and then have to deal with the ramifications later. Even if the ramifications aren't bad, I have all this internal dissonance and stress about having to apologize later.
Not worth it. Get the unpleasantness out of the way from the start.
Muscles
I have been asking around about the best ways to stay warm in this wintery weather. Since I am too lazy to blow dry my hair most nights, I have been sleeping in a hooded Fresno State sweatshirt, and last night I wore a big knit scarf wrapped tightly around my neck. I also had the hood tied under my chin to keep my wet hair from being exposed to the cold air. On my bed, I have my sheets, an electric blanket that does not work, two quilts, a down comforter, and my amazing zero degree sleeping bag. It feels heavenly to go to bed. I stay perfectly warm.
But when I sit and study, I turn to marble. I get so cold, and I am so still and stiff and unmoving when I study, that all the warmth leaves me. My hands get stiff and cold like a dead person. Maybe those fingerless gloves would be good, to allow me to type even when I am freezing cold.
But the best thing to warm me up is to use my muscles. I am sitting here right now dreaming about it. Not like doing cardio exercise or running, but actually using my muscles. I would love to have a gymnastics gym near me, with mats and trampolines and bars and mirrors, so that I can do more muscle building activities. slow, suspended and methodical movements are so relaxing.
Last week, I was watching home movies with my aunt in TN, and the first thing on the disc was a routine that I choreographed and performed in front of my entire elementary school. It was a gymnastics routine, and I was super impressed by my little ten year old self. Wish I were still as limber and lithe. See Shawn Johnson here.
Friday, November 20, 2009
InterFaith Friendships
My Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday office is more often than not the Starbucks attached to the Gelman Library on the George Washington University campus. We call it “Gelbucks.” Someday, I will have to tell you about the unique aspects of my University that make it all at once intimidating and glorious.
Gelbucks is the busiest Starbucks in the District of Columbia, and I would venture to say that it is one of the busiest in the country. It is open 24 hours during the school year, every night except Saturday night.
There is an interesting clientele of regulars at Gelbucks, which is largely due to the unique nature of the student body at GW. I do not know them at this point, but by the end of the school year, I hope to know them personally.
First, all through the summer, every single time I was in Starbucks, there was a man in his 40’s, usually wearing a yarmulke or kippah, and his table is always covered in large, dusty, well-worn and intimidating Hebrew books. I assume that he is a Rabbi, or at least another type of Hebrew teacher. Hour after hour, young Jewish students, usually males, but a few women as well, come in to meet with him. The Rabbi should win a prize for his energy and enthusiasm in trying to make these young students see how important their history is to them. I have always tried to determine whether he was emphasizing the cultural, historical, traditional, doctrinal, or Scriptural aspects of Judaism. There is such a split in Judaism between Orthodox Jews who uphold the letter of their Scripture, and those who are Jews in name only, and are in fact heavily left-leaning. I am so curious about his faith, and whether he thinks that the students are responsive, or whether their parents make them meet with him to hopefully lead to some accountability.
A second individual I have seen, though less often, is a tiny woman, draped in heavy, long clothes, always wearing a dark colored hat to cover her hair. I assume that she is an Orthodox Jew, probably in her 30s and very plain, but very soulfully and exquisitely beautiful. She is so petite and unadorned, but her large eyes and peaceful countenance are so lovely. She also studies a heavy Hebrew text and I noticed her meeting with female GW students last week. I wonder if she is a religious teacher, a counterpoint to the more gregarious male Rabbi.
Third, there is a woman who kind of reminds me of myself. She dresses similarly, and has long, wavy hair, however, her hair is a natural burnt orange color. She meets with her students regularly, and I overheard her tell someone that she is Catholic, and she is a professor here. I think she is a lecturer rather than a tenure tack professor, but I don’t know. Today, she is talking to students about philosophy, and church history. Definitely a friend in the making, I hope. Very friendly and warm as well.
Fourth, when I attended the Iftar (last day of the Ramadan fasting for observant Muslims) dinner with some InterVarsity students in September, we sat at a table with a man from Egypt who is here for a year studying in a graduate program on campus. He is here in DC, away from his wife for a year, and unable to go home. He is often here, skyping and talking to her on his computer. He is an observant and respectful Muslim man, very kind. I am sure that I could learn a lot about his faith from getting to know him.
So, I need to be active and bold in pursuing these new friendships. I have starry eyed dreams of an “Interfaith dialog of local Starbucks patrons.” We would certainly be an interesting bunch.
Gelbucks is the busiest Starbucks in the District of Columbia, and I would venture to say that it is one of the busiest in the country. It is open 24 hours during the school year, every night except Saturday night.
There is an interesting clientele of regulars at Gelbucks, which is largely due to the unique nature of the student body at GW. I do not know them at this point, but by the end of the school year, I hope to know them personally.
First, all through the summer, every single time I was in Starbucks, there was a man in his 40’s, usually wearing a yarmulke or kippah, and his table is always covered in large, dusty, well-worn and intimidating Hebrew books. I assume that he is a Rabbi, or at least another type of Hebrew teacher. Hour after hour, young Jewish students, usually males, but a few women as well, come in to meet with him. The Rabbi should win a prize for his energy and enthusiasm in trying to make these young students see how important their history is to them. I have always tried to determine whether he was emphasizing the cultural, historical, traditional, doctrinal, or Scriptural aspects of Judaism. There is such a split in Judaism between Orthodox Jews who uphold the letter of their Scripture, and those who are Jews in name only, and are in fact heavily left-leaning. I am so curious about his faith, and whether he thinks that the students are responsive, or whether their parents make them meet with him to hopefully lead to some accountability.
A second individual I have seen, though less often, is a tiny woman, draped in heavy, long clothes, always wearing a dark colored hat to cover her hair. I assume that she is an Orthodox Jew, probably in her 30s and very plain, but very soulfully and exquisitely beautiful. She is so petite and unadorned, but her large eyes and peaceful countenance are so lovely. She also studies a heavy Hebrew text and I noticed her meeting with female GW students last week. I wonder if she is a religious teacher, a counterpoint to the more gregarious male Rabbi.
Third, there is a woman who kind of reminds me of myself. She dresses similarly, and has long, wavy hair, however, her hair is a natural burnt orange color. She meets with her students regularly, and I overheard her tell someone that she is Catholic, and she is a professor here. I think she is a lecturer rather than a tenure tack professor, but I don’t know. Today, she is talking to students about philosophy, and church history. Definitely a friend in the making, I hope. Very friendly and warm as well.
Fourth, when I attended the Iftar (last day of the Ramadan fasting for observant Muslims) dinner with some InterVarsity students in September, we sat at a table with a man from Egypt who is here for a year studying in a graduate program on campus. He is here in DC, away from his wife for a year, and unable to go home. He is often here, skyping and talking to her on his computer. He is an observant and respectful Muslim man, very kind. I am sure that I could learn a lot about his faith from getting to know him.
So, I need to be active and bold in pursuing these new friendships. I have starry eyed dreams of an “Interfaith dialog of local Starbucks patrons.” We would certainly be an interesting bunch.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Hide-n-Seek, "Hiding Stinks"
Hey Sister-Friend,
When do you hide? What makes you duck when you see someone you know approaching, or lay low rather than assert your voice, presence or opinion into a relationship?
For me, I suppose that it is when I feel “behind,” like I have dropped the ball on something, or I have not been diligent and responsible. Hiding is always covering up my indiscretion, or not following through with something I have assented to. I feel guilt and shame because I don’t live up to my perfectionist inclinations.
Another reason is fear. I remember so vividly watching an episode of Gray’s Anatomy nearly three years ago (which was one of the last times I watched the show, by the way). In this episode, a woman had ignored and refused to see a doctor regarding a growth on her neck that kept growing and growing into literally a HUGE tumor the size of her head that was so obvious. It was a malignant tumor, but she never went into the Doctor because she was too scared to find out what was wrong with her. Because of fear, she procrastinated. Her fear led her to a fatal condition. I realized, then, that any procrastination I was overlooking or nursing in my own life was rooted in fear.
At that point in my life, I started heavily battling fear. And that ultimately culminated in me cutting back from my full time work load, and my life has improved incredibly since then. I am not quenching the Spirit as much by yielding to fear.
At some points, insecurity also has prevented me from facing something head-on. When I didn’t have my hair done, or my makeup, or when I decide to wear flat shoes once in a blue moon, sometimes I would rather escape an impromptu chat session.
So, when you duck so you don’t have to see someone, why is it? Is it the nagging conscience over negligence, irresponsibility, laziness, insecurity, or fear?
Alternatively, when all of your ducks are in a row, when you are responsible and put together and you feel classy and sophisticated and elegant, isn’t it WONDERFUL to run into people on the street and get the chance to say hello? Don’t you go out of your way to flag someone down just to catch up?
What makes the difference? I think it is inner peace, a responsible attitude toward one’s life and priorities, and the confidence that comes from a healthy interest and cognizance of one’s appearance and personal style. Other people respond to this very favorably. You can always spot a shrinking, fading, and insecure person, and it is always unattractive.
So, chin up, hold your head high, and stride on to face the tasks of the day. I will not be hiding myself.
One way I need to make sure that I combat this “hiding” is in my room. It is messy. Always messy. Nowadays, it is not a disaster area as it used to be, it is merely messy. A thorn in my side (NO! that is a victim mentality). But I am taking responsibility for it and it will be organized and put in line by tonight! Promise. Check back with me tomorrow. Hold me to it.
Notice, please, that the reason we duck/hide from someone else is entirely about US, never about them. So turn that around. When people behave in a dishonoring toward you, it is almost always about them, not about you.
When do you hide? What makes you duck when you see someone you know approaching, or lay low rather than assert your voice, presence or opinion into a relationship?
For me, I suppose that it is when I feel “behind,” like I have dropped the ball on something, or I have not been diligent and responsible. Hiding is always covering up my indiscretion, or not following through with something I have assented to. I feel guilt and shame because I don’t live up to my perfectionist inclinations.
Another reason is fear. I remember so vividly watching an episode of Gray’s Anatomy nearly three years ago (which was one of the last times I watched the show, by the way). In this episode, a woman had ignored and refused to see a doctor regarding a growth on her neck that kept growing and growing into literally a HUGE tumor the size of her head that was so obvious. It was a malignant tumor, but she never went into the Doctor because she was too scared to find out what was wrong with her. Because of fear, she procrastinated. Her fear led her to a fatal condition. I realized, then, that any procrastination I was overlooking or nursing in my own life was rooted in fear.
At that point in my life, I started heavily battling fear. And that ultimately culminated in me cutting back from my full time work load, and my life has improved incredibly since then. I am not quenching the Spirit as much by yielding to fear.
At some points, insecurity also has prevented me from facing something head-on. When I didn’t have my hair done, or my makeup, or when I decide to wear flat shoes once in a blue moon, sometimes I would rather escape an impromptu chat session.
So, when you duck so you don’t have to see someone, why is it? Is it the nagging conscience over negligence, irresponsibility, laziness, insecurity, or fear?
Alternatively, when all of your ducks are in a row, when you are responsible and put together and you feel classy and sophisticated and elegant, isn’t it WONDERFUL to run into people on the street and get the chance to say hello? Don’t you go out of your way to flag someone down just to catch up?
What makes the difference? I think it is inner peace, a responsible attitude toward one’s life and priorities, and the confidence that comes from a healthy interest and cognizance of one’s appearance and personal style. Other people respond to this very favorably. You can always spot a shrinking, fading, and insecure person, and it is always unattractive.
So, chin up, hold your head high, and stride on to face the tasks of the day. I will not be hiding myself.
One way I need to make sure that I combat this “hiding” is in my room. It is messy. Always messy. Nowadays, it is not a disaster area as it used to be, it is merely messy. A thorn in my side (NO! that is a victim mentality). But I am taking responsibility for it and it will be organized and put in line by tonight! Promise. Check back with me tomorrow. Hold me to it.
Notice, please, that the reason we duck/hide from someone else is entirely about US, never about them. So turn that around. When people behave in a dishonoring toward you, it is almost always about them, not about you.
I'd like to meet you
This is a repost from my Mom, but it is a very sweet song about the anticipation of friendship, love, and anyone special to you that you have yet to meet. Make sure you watch the video as well, it is part of what is sweet about this song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSaPbVjcrp4
I DON'T KNOW by Lisa Hannigan
I don't know what you smoke
Or countries you been too
If you speak any other languages
other than your own, I'd like to meet you
I don't know if you drive
If you love the ground beneath you
I don't know if you write letters or you panic on the phone
I'd like to call you all the same,
If you want to
I am game
I don't know if you can swim
If the sea is any draw for you
If your better in the morning or when the sun goes down
I'd like to call you
I don't know if you can dance
If the thought ever occurred to you
If you eat what you've been given or you push it around your plate
I'd like to cook for you all the same
I would want to
I am game
If you walk away, I could keep my head
We could creep away
In the dark
Or maybe now
We could shoot it down anyway
I don't know if you read novels or the magazines
If you love the hand that feeds you
I assume that your heart's been broke
I'd like to know you
You don't know if I can draw at all
Or what records I am into
If I sleep like a spoon or really at all
Or maybe you would do
Or maybe you would do
If you walk away, I will keep my head
We will feel our way through the dark
Though I don't know you
I think that I would do
I don't believe at all
at all at all at all
If you walk away, I will keep my head
We will feel our way through the dark
Though I don't know you
I think that I would do
I don't believe you at all
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSaPbVjcrp4
I DON'T KNOW by Lisa Hannigan
I don't know what you smoke
Or countries you been too
If you speak any other languages
other than your own, I'd like to meet you
I don't know if you drive
If you love the ground beneath you
I don't know if you write letters or you panic on the phone
I'd like to call you all the same,
If you want to
I am game
I don't know if you can swim
If the sea is any draw for you
If your better in the morning or when the sun goes down
I'd like to call you
I don't know if you can dance
If the thought ever occurred to you
If you eat what you've been given or you push it around your plate
I'd like to cook for you all the same
I would want to
I am game
If you walk away, I could keep my head
We could creep away
In the dark
Or maybe now
We could shoot it down anyway
I don't know if you read novels or the magazines
If you love the hand that feeds you
I assume that your heart's been broke
I'd like to know you
You don't know if I can draw at all
Or what records I am into
If I sleep like a spoon or really at all
Or maybe you would do
Or maybe you would do
If you walk away, I will keep my head
We will feel our way through the dark
Though I don't know you
I think that I would do
I don't believe at all
at all at all at all
If you walk away, I will keep my head
We will feel our way through the dark
Though I don't know you
I think that I would do
I don't believe you at all
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
'Tis the Season for Ice Skating and Tree Trimmings
I'm going ice skating on Saturday! Is it so bad that my first thoughts were, "Oh, what kind of cute ice-skating outfit can I put together?"
Also, my friend has 5-year old twin nieces who share my December 23rd birthday. Last year they asked why no one else had "Birthday Trees" like they had. (Get it?? They thought the Christmas trees were their birthday trees). So this year, I guess the real celebrant of the Birthday tree is little baby Jesus.
Just another reason to adore my birthday. Not that the day means much to me, but I really love the seasonal celebration and yuletide joy.
And.....sometime in the next few weeks, maybe even next week for Thanksgiving, I am going to make some Biscotti! Yum!
How God Helps Me Out, part 1 (in the Kitchen)
There are some dramatic things that I could put under this heading, and one may come in the next few days, but it would just take too much energy and weight right now. For now, here is my lighter scenario.
A few month ago, I attended a seminar with my Capitol Hill prayer group about “Heavenly Hospitality.” The speaker, a very gracious, put-together and experienced hostess, in some sense spoke over our heads. In doing so, she spoke into our destinies. Most of us are young, poor, and live alone or with a handful of other young, poor DC-ites. We can’t offer the same kind of hospitality that a 50 year old couple in the suburbs can. But here are some timeless guidelines she bestowed upon our eager minds and starry dreams.
First, open your home. Taking people to a restaurant, while kind, is not the same as showing hospitality. There is a certain “magic” about visiting someone’s home, and a certain vulnerability is shared. Meeting for coffee at a cafe is nice, but a dinner or brunch at one’s home is special and rare. Moreover, your home needn’t be perfect. Let that go. No one’s home is perfectly clean and organized, and sometimes that can be intimidating.
Second, always be prepared. The speaker has a pantry full of food that she can “whip up” if she has unexpected guests that she or her husband just invite over on a whim. In fact, they stock up so that they CAN be obedient and spontaneous when the Lord moves and leads them to invite people over.
Third, don’t exclude. The speaker stressed that “heavenly hospitality” is intended to share the Gospel with non-believers. People without Christ and without the church are often the most starved for intimacy and fellowship and community. Therefore, these individuals should be the ones we put first in inviting into our homes. It is the perfect foundation for conversations about faith. Again, being in one’s home is a completely different setting than at the Starbucks or Le Bon Café down the street.
I made a commitment to myself at this seminar to build up a store of food that I could put together when I feel the need to invite people over. All too often in the past, I have wanted to invite people over, but had nothing to serve them, whether coffee, lunch or dinner. So I bought some basic ingredients: pasta, sauce, and ground beef for spaghetti, I made and froze soup, bought a large bag of frozen chicken from Costco, and gathered a few other things as well. I also received a Crockpot as a gift (thanks, Auntie Caedamon), which has been tremendously helpful.
Because I took these steps to be prepared, I feel that God has really helped me out and given me creative ideas about what to make and what ingredients I had in store.
Now, I have not been diligent in inviting people over to make the whole meal, but I have contributed items to home-gatherings and parties. Here’s the latest.
(By the way, as an aside, my roommate inherited some Top Ramen and Mashed Potato flakes from an old roommate of hers, and has been trying to get rid of them. Just keep this in mind as it plays into the miracle of the story!)
I needed to bring a dish to a large baby shower for 30 women, and I didn’t have much to work with. However, I had just inadvertently half-thawed four large frozen chicken breasts (by leaving the freezer cracked open) and I had three heads of lettuce from a Costco bag. I was going to make chicken salad, but don’t like it Caesar-style. Then I remembered the Top Ramen noodles and decided to make a Chinese Chicken salad with the top ramen, chicken, lettuce, and I would make my own dressing. All that I needed to buy for this huge salad was a small can of mandarin oranges, that was less than a dollar! So I was able to contribute to the spread with very little cost to me. God helped me be creative with what I had and not go out and buy a lot of ingredients and try to carry them all home on the Metro. I also got creative with dressing, and made my own using the juice from the mandarin oranges, soy sauce, teriyaki sauce (sweet), a bit of apricot jam to add to the sweetness. It was great! Anyway, this felt to me like God was providing for me as I was dedicated to being prepared. He made it work!
The second scenario was that I invited my friend over for lunch yesterday. As I was thinking about what to make, she responded that she would love to come, but she only eats fruit, veggies and nuts. That’s okay with me, because those are my favorite things as well. But a quick assessment of my pantry showed me that I had almost everything I needed for our beautiful meal. It was the most colorful salad I’ve ever seen. We had romaine leaves, corn and garbanzo beans, fresh cranberries, and perfectly, and I mean perfectly roasted nuts that I had toasted. Topped with lemon juice. I also cut up my sweet potato and put it on top because it was such a deep russet color. We also had red delicious apples cut up with cinnamon and lemon on top. Again, without me having to go out and purchase much at all, we had a delightful meal.
Here’s the kicker! I am planning on having a small dinner party for a bible study that meets at my house every Thursday night. One of the girls is turning 30 and I just wanted to do something nice, since it’s a big birthday and she is very much the woman who goes out of her way to celebrate other people. I decided to make a dainty, feminine meal of chicken corn chowder with green side salad and sourdough bread and a yummy dessert, and possibly white wine. So as I was looking up recipes for what I needed to make chicken corn chowder, I realized, to my amazement, (because I don’t even know where to start in making this soup) that I need to buy only about three ingredients….the creamed corn, green onion, and one potato. I have all the other ingredients, down to the mashed potato flakes that my roommate inherited months ago! I chuckled when I realized that the mashed potato flakes were in the recipe because that is such a God thing…using what we have already, and blessing me for being prepared and trying to build up my “pantry” and stepping out in faith to try to be hospitable and give what I have.
A few month ago, I attended a seminar with my Capitol Hill prayer group about “Heavenly Hospitality.” The speaker, a very gracious, put-together and experienced hostess, in some sense spoke over our heads. In doing so, she spoke into our destinies. Most of us are young, poor, and live alone or with a handful of other young, poor DC-ites. We can’t offer the same kind of hospitality that a 50 year old couple in the suburbs can. But here are some timeless guidelines she bestowed upon our eager minds and starry dreams.
First, open your home. Taking people to a restaurant, while kind, is not the same as showing hospitality. There is a certain “magic” about visiting someone’s home, and a certain vulnerability is shared. Meeting for coffee at a cafe is nice, but a dinner or brunch at one’s home is special and rare. Moreover, your home needn’t be perfect. Let that go. No one’s home is perfectly clean and organized, and sometimes that can be intimidating.
Second, always be prepared. The speaker has a pantry full of food that she can “whip up” if she has unexpected guests that she or her husband just invite over on a whim. In fact, they stock up so that they CAN be obedient and spontaneous when the Lord moves and leads them to invite people over.
Third, don’t exclude. The speaker stressed that “heavenly hospitality” is intended to share the Gospel with non-believers. People without Christ and without the church are often the most starved for intimacy and fellowship and community. Therefore, these individuals should be the ones we put first in inviting into our homes. It is the perfect foundation for conversations about faith. Again, being in one’s home is a completely different setting than at the Starbucks or Le Bon Café down the street.
I made a commitment to myself at this seminar to build up a store of food that I could put together when I feel the need to invite people over. All too often in the past, I have wanted to invite people over, but had nothing to serve them, whether coffee, lunch or dinner. So I bought some basic ingredients: pasta, sauce, and ground beef for spaghetti, I made and froze soup, bought a large bag of frozen chicken from Costco, and gathered a few other things as well. I also received a Crockpot as a gift (thanks, Auntie Caedamon), which has been tremendously helpful.
Because I took these steps to be prepared, I feel that God has really helped me out and given me creative ideas about what to make and what ingredients I had in store.
Now, I have not been diligent in inviting people over to make the whole meal, but I have contributed items to home-gatherings and parties. Here’s the latest.
(By the way, as an aside, my roommate inherited some Top Ramen and Mashed Potato flakes from an old roommate of hers, and has been trying to get rid of them. Just keep this in mind as it plays into the miracle of the story!)
I needed to bring a dish to a large baby shower for 30 women, and I didn’t have much to work with. However, I had just inadvertently half-thawed four large frozen chicken breasts (by leaving the freezer cracked open) and I had three heads of lettuce from a Costco bag. I was going to make chicken salad, but don’t like it Caesar-style. Then I remembered the Top Ramen noodles and decided to make a Chinese Chicken salad with the top ramen, chicken, lettuce, and I would make my own dressing. All that I needed to buy for this huge salad was a small can of mandarin oranges, that was less than a dollar! So I was able to contribute to the spread with very little cost to me. God helped me be creative with what I had and not go out and buy a lot of ingredients and try to carry them all home on the Metro. I also got creative with dressing, and made my own using the juice from the mandarin oranges, soy sauce, teriyaki sauce (sweet), a bit of apricot jam to add to the sweetness. It was great! Anyway, this felt to me like God was providing for me as I was dedicated to being prepared. He made it work!
The second scenario was that I invited my friend over for lunch yesterday. As I was thinking about what to make, she responded that she would love to come, but she only eats fruit, veggies and nuts. That’s okay with me, because those are my favorite things as well. But a quick assessment of my pantry showed me that I had almost everything I needed for our beautiful meal. It was the most colorful salad I’ve ever seen. We had romaine leaves, corn and garbanzo beans, fresh cranberries, and perfectly, and I mean perfectly roasted nuts that I had toasted. Topped with lemon juice. I also cut up my sweet potato and put it on top because it was such a deep russet color. We also had red delicious apples cut up with cinnamon and lemon on top. Again, without me having to go out and purchase much at all, we had a delightful meal.
Here’s the kicker! I am planning on having a small dinner party for a bible study that meets at my house every Thursday night. One of the girls is turning 30 and I just wanted to do something nice, since it’s a big birthday and she is very much the woman who goes out of her way to celebrate other people. I decided to make a dainty, feminine meal of chicken corn chowder with green side salad and sourdough bread and a yummy dessert, and possibly white wine. So as I was looking up recipes for what I needed to make chicken corn chowder, I realized, to my amazement, (because I don’t even know where to start in making this soup) that I need to buy only about three ingredients….the creamed corn, green onion, and one potato. I have all the other ingredients, down to the mashed potato flakes that my roommate inherited months ago! I chuckled when I realized that the mashed potato flakes were in the recipe because that is such a God thing…using what we have already, and blessing me for being prepared and trying to build up my “pantry” and stepping out in faith to try to be hospitable and give what I have.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Honest Confessions and "More Love to Thee"
[excerpt from a letter to a loved one of mine...the Truth of my heart just tumbled right out. Tread carefully, please]
…I wish I could just sit down and talk to you for a good long time, face to face. And do I ever HEAR you on the walking this thing out with just you and God. That has been the tenor of my life for a while now. There was a period over a year ago when I felt that I was supposed to be just pondering, collecting, and storing things up silently in my own mind and soul, to work out between just me and God. It was a time of silence and near-loneliness for me, but it was so good because I, too, have always run to the phone or email to pass on the experiences I was having and to gather up everyone’s opinion on an issue. That is not bad, per se, and God has given me such lovely and wise counselors in my life, but at the same time, sometimes it just NEEDS to be you and God alone. He needs some alone time with us. There is very much a time for Holy loneliness... I really felt called to solitude for a time. It also coincided with ending my full-time work schedule, so I wasn’t at work with ample time to email, so that helped, too. I did find that it helped me move forward (or away from) certain relationships that it was time to move away from.
I also know what you mean about letting other people have too much influence in your decision making. I have found that I am a people pleaser who gives too much power to others. When they are happy with me, I feel confident and good about myself. When I am not getting affirmation from others, I tend to be insecure and anxious and worried. But I read this amazing little tiny poem that has stuck with
me. It says:
“To inoculate me from the praise of man,
He baptized me in the criticism of man,
Until I died to control of man.”
…I don’t even really know what [I love you] means. I don’t know when I love someone, I don’t know what it means to be loved, and I don’t know what it means to be loved by God. I know He loves me, but I don’t know what that means. I do, know, however, that I love Him. I know what that means. And I pray to know even more love for my Savior. The woman who wrote the book “Stepping Heavenward” wrote the amazing old hymn, so simple but so true, “More Love to Thee.”
You can listen to a snippet of it here: (By Fernando Ortega, one of my favorite artists of all time).
But, yeah, I don’t even really know what it means that God loves me. I don’t doubt it, but I just don’t know that I receive it very well, if at all. I need to be more vulnerable and let people love me. And I need to love others more. I serve them and like them, but I don’t know what love is.
…In some ways, I feel like I don’t have anything to bring to a relationship. Especially in DC, people here are homogenous and everyone is good at the same things I excel in, and are interested in the same things as me. I don’t have any interests or hobbies or talents or anything like that at all. I don’t do anything unusual or interesting, and at this point, my “hobby” includes jogging on the Mall.
It is such a privilege for me to watch [all of my friends growing and excelling]. But sometimes it is hard, too. I feel like life is whizzing right by me. And frankly sometimes I feel so boring and like I don’t have anything going for me. I know that what I am working toward is a thankless goal, that will have one big payoff at the end, but boy has it just been an uphill marathon through the rain and snow and sleet and icy wind. It would be so nice to have a husband to love me and encourage me and affirm me in this. Instead, I feel like my accomplishments are going to the be the very thing that presents a barrier to achieving what I truly want most in life, to have a family full of children who will love Jesus and live out his Gospel in a community where other people will come to know Jesus.
So I am more scared today of where my life will end up than ever before. But I have faith that He who has called me will be faithful to complete it in the end. I am just in a funk, with my cousin getting married, and other friends not far from it. Wow, what different lives we lead. And it is so hard to be away from you when all of this is happening. I had intended that when my exam was over in September, that I would have free time to travel and connect with you and my family, but I feel like God has taken that away from me for the time being…
Security Blanket
Amy Grant is one of the most beautiful people that I know (or would like to know). This song is beautiful. Cece Winans, though I am not overly familiar with her or her music, is a gorgeous, glowing woman. Together, these three elements present something that approximates the meaning of "home" to me. It is angelic, and of the heavenly realm.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yf6fGqEfewc
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yf6fGqEfewc
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
"Christian" "dating"-- both words belong in quotations
Want to enter the strange and trendy new world of old-school Christian dating? Well, you need never look farther than this website/web-magazine I recently found that highlights what's good and what's really scary about being a young adult in today's age. Very interesting stuff; I can take some and leave some of it, but it is definitely interesting and counter cultural. It's Focus on the Family run, and interestingly enough, it publishes articles by a man I grew up with in Clovis....it's always nice to see thoughtful, Spirit-filled adults that grow out of our childhood acquaintances. Check it out and...brace yourself...it can be a little revolutionary.
boundless.org
boundless.org
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Winter Shoes
Tall, water resistant, reflective of the clothing colors whether brown, black, or red, these shoes are perfect for me!
A healthy heart is good medicine!
Speaking of healthcare, I am so very grateful for my medical insurance. I haven't had any emergencies where I "needed" it, per se, but I definitely have made a point to go in and get my regular check ups. Today was one of those days, and it just feels so good to be able to put your life in order and to be proactive in your health.
There is a significant amount of satisfaction that comes from a healthy body. To that end, I have been cooking in the crockpot, and it is AMAZING! Meals are ready to go when I get home from school or work, and they are healthy and hearty and exactly as flavorful or spicy or salty or tangy as I want it!
Anyway, yay for being able to go in and see the Doctor when I want to, and you know what? I like my Doctor!
There is a significant amount of satisfaction that comes from a healthy body. To that end, I have been cooking in the crockpot, and it is AMAZING! Meals are ready to go when I get home from school or work, and they are healthy and hearty and exactly as flavorful or spicy or salty or tangy as I want it!
Anyway, yay for being able to go in and see the Doctor when I want to, and you know what? I like my Doctor!
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Abortion is not health care
Last night, the House of Representatives sent a resounding message that abortion is not health care. Tax payer money will be prohibited from funding abortion in the new health care bill. This is a huge victory.
I am so grateful and thankful for the conviction and concern of members of Congress like Bart Stupak (D-MI) who stand up to leadership and remain true to the Truth that all life is ordained by God. Thank you Mr. Stupak, Mr. Pitts, Mr. Radanovich, and the many others who stand for life and truth. God bless you! And may He use me and others in similar fashion in our lives, to be the voice of Truth in an unfriendly and hostile situation.
I am so grateful and thankful for the conviction and concern of members of Congress like Bart Stupak (D-MI) who stand up to leadership and remain true to the Truth that all life is ordained by God. Thank you Mr. Stupak, Mr. Pitts, Mr. Radanovich, and the many others who stand for life and truth. God bless you! And may He use me and others in similar fashion in our lives, to be the voice of Truth in an unfriendly and hostile situation.
Friday, November 06, 2009
Ft. Hood
Yesterday I spent an hour writing a Veteran's day statement to be given to soldiers and their families and veterans in California. I prayed first, and then sat down and began to compose out of my creativity and spirit. I wanted to encourage and honor and bless our self-sacrificing servicemen.
I spoke of the work that our military has done in Afghanistan to lay the goundwork for a democratic, though tumultuous election that took place early this week. I spoke of how the most important and worthwhile efforts in life are always costly, as our WWI, WWII, Korea, Vietnam, Desert Storm, and Iraq and Afghanistan veterans can attest to.
I was so pleased to bless them with the Numbers 6 blessing from Scripture, and I submitted this document and it was accepted and slated to be read. I went to bed feeling very rested and contented in this work.
This morning, I awoke to detestable news. Thirteen soldiers had been shot and killed at Fort Hood, Texas, by a Major in the army. Although his motives are uncertain-- they could have been religiously based-- it is a tragedy on many levels. I am so sorry, so sorry, and so prayerful for the families of the deceased and wounded soldiers who must face this Veteran's day in the wake of such loss of life. It is even more unfortunate that this massacre occured from one within the instituiton of the military. I pray that healing and reparation can be made this side of heaven, though we know that all justice and truth will occur only when we see Him face to face. All the questions of the world will grow dim and inconsequential when we encounter the one called Faithful and True (Revelation 19). Jesus, come back soon for your own. Heal our land and protect us all as we seek to glorify you.
I spoke of the work that our military has done in Afghanistan to lay the goundwork for a democratic, though tumultuous election that took place early this week. I spoke of how the most important and worthwhile efforts in life are always costly, as our WWI, WWII, Korea, Vietnam, Desert Storm, and Iraq and Afghanistan veterans can attest to.
I was so pleased to bless them with the Numbers 6 blessing from Scripture, and I submitted this document and it was accepted and slated to be read. I went to bed feeling very rested and contented in this work.
This morning, I awoke to detestable news. Thirteen soldiers had been shot and killed at Fort Hood, Texas, by a Major in the army. Although his motives are uncertain-- they could have been religiously based-- it is a tragedy on many levels. I am so sorry, so sorry, and so prayerful for the families of the deceased and wounded soldiers who must face this Veteran's day in the wake of such loss of life. It is even more unfortunate that this massacre occured from one within the instituiton of the military. I pray that healing and reparation can be made this side of heaven, though we know that all justice and truth will occur only when we see Him face to face. All the questions of the world will grow dim and inconsequential when we encounter the one called Faithful and True (Revelation 19). Jesus, come back soon for your own. Heal our land and protect us all as we seek to glorify you.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Hidden in my Heart
I am really trying hard to memorize Scripture. To get it DEEP down there in my bones, in my marrow, so that it changes the way my brain and all my synapses and joints and cells operate. I want what Stanley Jones would call a "Christian Body." I want every elemental physiological and psychological and biochemical cell in my being to resonate with Scripture, which is Truth Alone.
So here are the verses that God gave me to start out with. Now...they are from memory so if I missed something, have GRACE for my poor overworked brain.
Abraham Believed God and it was credited to him as righteousness Romans 4:3
Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen Hebrews 11:1
For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which he has prepared in advance for us to do. Ephesians 2:10
You formed my innermost parts. You knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. Psalm 139
I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ living in me. Galatians 2:10
So here are the verses that God gave me to start out with. Now...they are from memory so if I missed something, have GRACE for my poor overworked brain.
Abraham Believed God and it was credited to him as righteousness Romans 4:3
Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen Hebrews 11:1
For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which he has prepared in advance for us to do. Ephesians 2:10
You formed my innermost parts. You knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. Psalm 139
I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ living in me. Galatians 2:10
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Burn Pile
I love getting rid of clothes. Every time I step into my room and cannot see the floor, I feel the need to reassess my living strategy. A cluttered closet is the symbol of a cluttered life. And in my case, my cluttered closet spills over onto my floor, into my mind, and closes in on the light and order of my mind and heart. Time to bring out the garbage bags.
I do this often. Very often. And I rarely buy new clothes. Therefore, in the past two years, I have given away over three times what I currently own. That is a great amount, however, it is never enough. I need to pare down even more. I want to get rid of my dressers, and only have my rack in my closet and my rack in the laundry room with which to hold all of my clothes.
So, where do I start?
Last time, a month or so ago, I got rid of everything that I don't wear often, that does not fit me perfectly to a T, or is not the best color for me. That left me with a more selective and flattering and likable wardrobe. Plus a plethora of workout clothes.
Now, I am getting rid of clothing based on the neckline. Crew necks, turtlenecks and other high necklines shorten me. The goal for flattering fit is lengthening and helping me create the illusion of being taller, so I will only wear scoopneck or, better yet, V neck tops. All my crew neck tee shirts, then, will be gone within the week. I guess I will bring them to Tennessee in a few weeks to give to Auntie Andy. She could use them, I'm sure.
Sooo excited to pare down even further. What should I do next?
Love
Juliet
I do this often. Very often. And I rarely buy new clothes. Therefore, in the past two years, I have given away over three times what I currently own. That is a great amount, however, it is never enough. I need to pare down even more. I want to get rid of my dressers, and only have my rack in my closet and my rack in the laundry room with which to hold all of my clothes.
So, where do I start?
Last time, a month or so ago, I got rid of everything that I don't wear often, that does not fit me perfectly to a T, or is not the best color for me. That left me with a more selective and flattering and likable wardrobe. Plus a plethora of workout clothes.
Now, I am getting rid of clothing based on the neckline. Crew necks, turtlenecks and other high necklines shorten me. The goal for flattering fit is lengthening and helping me create the illusion of being taller, so I will only wear scoopneck or, better yet, V neck tops. All my crew neck tee shirts, then, will be gone within the week. I guess I will bring them to Tennessee in a few weeks to give to Auntie Andy. She could use them, I'm sure.
Sooo excited to pare down even further. What should I do next?
Love
Juliet
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
So It's been awhile.....
Life is new, and life is bright and it is shiny and promising. The winter is almost over. The semester is almost over. I can almost go home to California. Not too long to wait now.
I have few NEW things to share I guess, at least in the past few months.
I love my house, and I love St. Peters across the Street.
I love Washington DC and could see myself living here for quite awhile longer.
We are getting a new roommate, which will be interesting, and I will no longer be the "new one."
I have found a wonderful church community with incredible people.
I have been studying the Holy Spirit, and my life is very new and different....purposeful in everything.
I have a newfound love of prayer and a desire to pray without ceasing.
I received a new task at work which is really to my liking.
I will write more when I can!
I have few NEW things to share I guess, at least in the past few months.
I love my house, and I love St. Peters across the Street.
I love Washington DC and could see myself living here for quite awhile longer.
We are getting a new roommate, which will be interesting, and I will no longer be the "new one."
I have found a wonderful church community with incredible people.
I have been studying the Holy Spirit, and my life is very new and different....purposeful in everything.
I have a newfound love of prayer and a desire to pray without ceasing.
I received a new task at work which is really to my liking.
I will write more when I can!
Monday, September 17, 2007
My adult spiritual gifts
I heard a sermon at Frontline yesterday about administering God's grace through using your spiritual gifts. I decided it was time to figure out what my spiritual gifts are...because the last time I took a quiz I was in Jr/Senior High. So I took a quiz this morning, and just got these results. I have to say, my strong scores are spot on. I didn't think a test could so ably measure my passions and energies. I think that this has renewed my desire to teach and guide college students through research, writing, and teaching at the university level. And although I didn't know what exhortation was, after looking it up, I realized that it goes hand in hand with teaching. The Faith gift is something I never would have imagined a year ago, but now, I see how true it is.
Score Graph of Score Spiritual Gift Statement / Response
23 ======================== Writing 28 = 5 56 = 5 84 = 3 112 = 5 140 = 5
23 ======================== Teaching 24 = 5 52 = 5 80 = 5 108 = 3 136 = 5
21 ====================== Faith 9 = 5 37 = 3 65 = 5 93 = 5 121 = 3
20 ===================== Exhortation 8 = 5 36 = 5 64 = 5 92 = 5 120 = 0
17 ================== Celibacy 3 = 3 31 = 5 59 = 3 87 = 3 115 = 3
16 ================= Encouragement 6 = 5 34 = 5 62 = 0 90 = 5 118 = 1
15 ================ Hospitality 13 = 1 41 = 3 69 = 3 97 = 5 125 = 3
15 ================ Wisdom 27 = 3 55 = 5 83 = 5 111 = 1 139 = 1
14 =============== Apostle 2 = 5 30 = 1 58 = 3 86 = 0 114 = 5
14 =============== Discernment 5 = 5 33 = 0 61 = 1 89 = 3 117 = 5
13 ============== Knowledge 15 = 5 43 = 3 71 = 1 99 = 3 127 = 1
12 ============= Prophecy 23 = 1 51 = 1 79 = 5 107 = 5 135 = 0
12 ============= Evangelism 7 = 5 35 = 1 63 = 0 91 = 1 119 = 5
12 ============= Missionary 19 = 3 47 = 5 75 = 3 103 = 0 131 = 1
10 =========== Pastoring 21 = 1 49 = 5 77 = 3 105 = 1 133 = 0
10 =========== Poverty 22 = 1 50 = 5 78 = 1 106 = 3 134 = 0
9 ========== Helps 12 = 1 40 = 5 68 = 0 96 = 0 124 = 3
8 ========= Leadership 16 = 3 44 = 0 72 = 0 100 = 0 128 = 5
8 ========= Giving 10 = 3 38 = 0 66 = 1 94 = 1 122 = 3
6 ======= Miracles 18 = 5 46 = 0 74 = 0 102 = 0 130 = 1
5 ====== Administration 1 = 1 29 = 0 57 = 1 85 = 3 113 = 0
4 ===== Craftsmanship 4 = 3 32 = 1 60 = 0 88 = 0 116 = 0
4 ===== Music 20 = 1 48 = 3 76 = 0 104 = 0 132 = 0
4 ===== Mercy 17 = 3 45 = 0 73 = 1 101 = 0 129 = 0
0 = Healing 11 = 0 39 = 0 67 = 0 95 = 0 123 = 0
0 = Intercession 14 = 0 42 = 0 70 = 0 98 = 0 126 = 0
0 = TonguesSpeaking 26 = 0 54 = 0 82 = 0 110 = 0 138 = 0
0 = TonguesInterpreting 25 = 0 53 = 0 81 = 0 109 = 0 137 = 0
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Scarlett or Melanie?
I wonder what Margaret Mitchell struggled with in life....my suspicions are that she struggled between being Scarlett O'Hara and Melanie Wilkes. It's truly a conundrum, that!
Deep down one (hypothetically of course) can be Scarlett through and through, but constantly trying to be like Melanie. But if Melanie is who one becomes, one could look back on life without any satisfaction of having will and fire and Scarlett's "passion for life."
So do we (especially as christians) try too hard to be the Melanie's of the world, all the while forsaking the more difficult, and possibly more rewarding task of conforming a Scarlett spirit to the image of God?
Second, can a Scarlett EVER be a Melanie on a bad day?
Why does Rhett Butler respect and revere Melanie so deeply but love Scarlett despite her absolutely opposite (to Melanie) nature? Would Rhett have loved Melanie if Ashley wasn't there first?
Last, is Melanie like that because she is inbred? ;) I sure hope so!
Deep down one (hypothetically of course) can be Scarlett through and through, but constantly trying to be like Melanie. But if Melanie is who one becomes, one could look back on life without any satisfaction of having will and fire and Scarlett's "passion for life."
So do we (especially as christians) try too hard to be the Melanie's of the world, all the while forsaking the more difficult, and possibly more rewarding task of conforming a Scarlett spirit to the image of God?
Second, can a Scarlett EVER be a Melanie on a bad day?
Why does Rhett Butler respect and revere Melanie so deeply but love Scarlett despite her absolutely opposite (to Melanie) nature? Would Rhett have loved Melanie if Ashley wasn't there first?
Last, is Melanie like that because she is inbred? ;) I sure hope so!
Monday, July 09, 2007
Escape to "Evening"
There's few times in life where I am so fully moved by pictures, films, books. The last time a movie really struck me was, silly as it is, the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. I must have grown up a lot in the past two-plus years, because I was equally moved by a movie featuring a woman on her deathbed.
I saw the movie "Evening" on Friday afternoon. Now it is Monday, and I have not stopped thinking about it since. It was beautiful, set in Newport, New England at a beach mansion. It is a wedding, and the bride's best friend is the protagonist. The setting is gorgeous, the relationships REALISTIC, and the emotions so true to form that I bawled through nearly the whole thing. It was not sad, not really romantic, not really inspiring. Really just Beautiful.
If you are a woman and you know me, if we are like-minded, PLEASE see this movie. I promise it will enrich your experiences and life and help you see people a little differently.
I saw the movie "Evening" on Friday afternoon. Now it is Monday, and I have not stopped thinking about it since. It was beautiful, set in Newport, New England at a beach mansion. It is a wedding, and the bride's best friend is the protagonist. The setting is gorgeous, the relationships REALISTIC, and the emotions so true to form that I bawled through nearly the whole thing. It was not sad, not really romantic, not really inspiring. Really just Beautiful.
If you are a woman and you know me, if we are like-minded, PLEASE see this movie. I promise it will enrich your experiences and life and help you see people a little differently.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Do you remember.....
The last time you fell down?
I know my little entries are very commonplace and boring, mainly because I don't want you to know personal stuff. If my autobiography ever comes out, it will NOT be published on the internet.
But I took a spill yesterday. I had my amazing, tall shoes on and I slipped off a curb and scraped my leg on the curb and the asphalt. Because I am high off the ground, due to my excessive height, it took me awhile to completely tumble, and I have three large areas of injury. As an adult, however, I did not allow myself the luxury of crying.
But it did make me think, and feel thankful that falling over is a rarity as an adult. So when did you last fall?
I know my little entries are very commonplace and boring, mainly because I don't want you to know personal stuff. If my autobiography ever comes out, it will NOT be published on the internet.
But I took a spill yesterday. I had my amazing, tall shoes on and I slipped off a curb and scraped my leg on the curb and the asphalt. Because I am high off the ground, due to my excessive height, it took me awhile to completely tumble, and I have three large areas of injury. As an adult, however, I did not allow myself the luxury of crying.
But it did make me think, and feel thankful that falling over is a rarity as an adult. So when did you last fall?
Monday, June 25, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
Riverdance
Last Saturday night, I was so blessed to attend RIVERDANCE. I had wanted to see this show many times, and have watched the videos. I love the music, the dancing, the costumes...EVERYTHING!
My friend Bonnie had extra tickets and offered one to me. She got them from her boss. When we got there, we discovered that our seats were in the frontest of front rows. No one was in front of us. I was overwhelmed, and the show was incredible. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
It was amazing to know that WE were the people feeding energy to the performers. THey look to the audience for energy and encouragement. It was our faces, screams, and applause that set the tone for the evening. When I get pictures, I will forward them along.
My friend Bonnie had extra tickets and offered one to me. She got them from her boss. When we got there, we discovered that our seats were in the frontest of front rows. No one was in front of us. I was overwhelmed, and the show was incredible. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
It was amazing to know that WE were the people feeding energy to the performers. THey look to the audience for energy and encouragement. It was our faces, screams, and applause that set the tone for the evening. When I get pictures, I will forward them along.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Brethren Neighborfolk Bedfellows
I guess I thought no one ever read this....I just kind of documented my little misadventures here, but Noel's comment hit a funnybone with me...she said it must be a long camping trip. It wasn't really, but two funny things did happen.
I spent a long time choosing a sleeping bag to take with me to Prince William National Forest. I bought a 0 degree mummy bag, anticipating a camping trip like the thousand others I have been on. A thick, stuffed sleeping bag is beautiful and warm and snuggly on a cool night. I loaded up the very few sweaters, jackets, and thick socks I owned. We struck out on our adventure, and started the drive deep into Virginia.
About 30 min. later, I asked "where's the mountain?" Elizabeth veered her eyes from the busy freeway.... "Mountain?" she asked, "We are only ten minutes away. there's no mountain." She chuckled at me. Ten minutes later, I stepped out into the National Forest....all 90 degrees with 90 percent humidity of it. My mummy bag was definite overkill and useless on that outing. And the only cool clothes I brought were on my back.
Part II. There were about 20 cabins to rent per night. We had one (4 people). A group from University of Maryland had two (8 people). A group named "ETHAN" had 10 (40 people). I grew concerned, because my mind conjured up every Fraternity Brawl in the Forest I had (never) seen. We had a three year old with us, and were all concerned about this "ETHAN" group.
The Univ. of Maryland group ended up being either a Math Club or Sierra Club, or some other unglamorous thing. They were decently behaved. The ETHAN'S never showed. At 11:00pm-ish, we decided to kill the fire and head to bed to be swarmed by the heat and the bugs. As we readied for bed, the ETHAN group showed up. All we saw were men in their 20's and 30's...but they were quiet.
They behaved peculiarly, however, because they were dragging cots from one cabin to another....suspicious!!! But off to sleep we went (or try to sleep, that is). I woke early to read and sit in the one cool moment of the day. Around 6:30, the men slowly left the ETHAN tents to get ready for the day. They were all wearing suspenders and plain wool clothes....hmmmm....was it a cult? Then I saw the women, with their long sleeves and netted hair.
The ETHAN'S were not a brawling fraternity fiasco....they were Plainfolk!!! Amish, Mennonite, whatever.....and 40+ of them lived at Prince William National Forest with us. What are the odds?
I spent a long time choosing a sleeping bag to take with me to Prince William National Forest. I bought a 0 degree mummy bag, anticipating a camping trip like the thousand others I have been on. A thick, stuffed sleeping bag is beautiful and warm and snuggly on a cool night. I loaded up the very few sweaters, jackets, and thick socks I owned. We struck out on our adventure, and started the drive deep into Virginia.
About 30 min. later, I asked "where's the mountain?" Elizabeth veered her eyes from the busy freeway.... "Mountain?" she asked, "We are only ten minutes away. there's no mountain." She chuckled at me. Ten minutes later, I stepped out into the National Forest....all 90 degrees with 90 percent humidity of it. My mummy bag was definite overkill and useless on that outing. And the only cool clothes I brought were on my back.
Part II. There were about 20 cabins to rent per night. We had one (4 people). A group from University of Maryland had two (8 people). A group named "ETHAN" had 10 (40 people). I grew concerned, because my mind conjured up every Fraternity Brawl in the Forest I had (never) seen. We had a three year old with us, and were all concerned about this "ETHAN" group.
The Univ. of Maryland group ended up being either a Math Club or Sierra Club, or some other unglamorous thing. They were decently behaved. The ETHAN'S never showed. At 11:00pm-ish, we decided to kill the fire and head to bed to be swarmed by the heat and the bugs. As we readied for bed, the ETHAN group showed up. All we saw were men in their 20's and 30's...but they were quiet.
They behaved peculiarly, however, because they were dragging cots from one cabin to another....suspicious!!! But off to sleep we went (or try to sleep, that is). I woke early to read and sit in the one cool moment of the day. Around 6:30, the men slowly left the ETHAN tents to get ready for the day. They were all wearing suspenders and plain wool clothes....hmmmm....was it a cult? Then I saw the women, with their long sleeves and netted hair.
The ETHAN'S were not a brawling fraternity fiasco....they were Plainfolk!!! Amish, Mennonite, whatever.....and 40+ of them lived at Prince William National Forest with us. What are the odds?
Thursday, May 24, 2007
I'm going CAMPING!!!
So it's not Yosemite, and not Pinecrest, and not Dinkey Creek...but it is Virginia, and a whole new world to me. Funny enough, my coworker's family owns a cabin in Long Barn (I remember staying in a red cottage/inn there years ago), and a guy from church has family in Dinkey Creek (go figure).
But next weekend, my wonderful friends and I are packing up for the night, and driving an hour away to the National Park in Prince Edward County, Virginia, to camp overnight in a cabin/tent.
I am just nervous about starting a fire, because Daddy always took care of that in the past!
Ellllmmmmmeeeeerrrrr...........
(Only the Guaglianone's and Cardoso's would get that.)
But next weekend, my wonderful friends and I are packing up for the night, and driving an hour away to the National Park in Prince Edward County, Virginia, to camp overnight in a cabin/tent.
I am just nervous about starting a fire, because Daddy always took care of that in the past!
Ellllmmmmmeeeeerrrrr...........
(Only the Guaglianone's and Cardoso's would get that.)
Saturday, May 12, 2007
My teacher writes this about me:
"I have to admit that I am a little worried with regard to the comprehensive exam, although I am confident that you can pass it after more study."
This didn't help my nerves. Since I moved to DC, I have been extremely anxious and nervous about school. Although the Lord has helped me through a lot of the anxiety, I have never had a "good" feeling about my courses. Oftentimes I dread going to class, because it is intimidating, and I am able to comprehend such a surface proportion of the literature.
My main stressor of the year are the looming "comprehensive exams." I need to determine at which point to take them, and my professor strongly suggests that I do my schoolwork "full time" instead of half working, quarter studying. While this is a fair point, I cannot afford to "not work" nor would I wish to sit at a desk for 8 hours of my day.
I will be praying for opportunities to study full time, and to go back and revisit the arguments present in the vast literature in my field. I do not want to work at an incredible institution. I merely wish to work at a state university, influencing students, and pursuing foreign policy interests on the side.
I am really scared that I am spending so much energy, time, and MONEY on this education that I may not be able to complete. My teacher said I am "plenty smart" to get through it, but I don't feel so confident, especially because he doesn't know me outside of my mediocre work.
I am so scared. Lord walk me through this valley!
"I have to admit that I am a little worried with regard to the comprehensive exam, although I am confident that you can pass it after more study."
This didn't help my nerves. Since I moved to DC, I have been extremely anxious and nervous about school. Although the Lord has helped me through a lot of the anxiety, I have never had a "good" feeling about my courses. Oftentimes I dread going to class, because it is intimidating, and I am able to comprehend such a surface proportion of the literature.
My main stressor of the year are the looming "comprehensive exams." I need to determine at which point to take them, and my professor strongly suggests that I do my schoolwork "full time" instead of half working, quarter studying. While this is a fair point, I cannot afford to "not work" nor would I wish to sit at a desk for 8 hours of my day.
I will be praying for opportunities to study full time, and to go back and revisit the arguments present in the vast literature in my field. I do not want to work at an incredible institution. I merely wish to work at a state university, influencing students, and pursuing foreign policy interests on the side.
I am really scared that I am spending so much energy, time, and MONEY on this education that I may not be able to complete. My teacher said I am "plenty smart" to get through it, but I don't feel so confident, especially because he doesn't know me outside of my mediocre work.
I am so scared. Lord walk me through this valley!
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
When Mr. Kent spent days and days discussing the shooting at Columbine when I was in 8th grade, I realized how despicable school shootings can be. In November, I was honored to meet a young man who was a senior at Columbine when the shooting happened. I live in Arlington, VA, less than an hour away from the site of the worst mass slaughter at a university in US history, Virginia Tech. This morning, I see my own precious Fresno State on national television, not for its stellar football team, but for its own campus shooting. It is unbelievable, and horrific, and sad, and scary.
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Shadow Puppets
I am so sick of people without personalities, without spirit. I feel like I am surrounded by them. No individuality, no opinions, no convictions, no willingness to stand up for someone else, or to challenge someone on principle. Where are all the real live humans in Washington DC?
Friday, May 04, 2007
A SUPERNATURAL PLEA
I have been at work since 8:00 am. It is 5:30 pm. My stomach is in knots because tomorrow I have to be at work at 8:30am to take a final exam that could determine much of my future. I don't care so much about the final for the final's sake, or the grade in the course, but I do care about how it reflects my preparedness and dedication and ability to complete my chosen course of education. I know I have a long road ahead of me, and I often doubt that I can complete it. But I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the Lord has called me to this endeavor and this struggle, and I therefore should be able to rest assured in his pulling through for me. I know that of my own strength I am incapable to succeed in this. My brain has about hit its ceiling in terms of being able to juggle life, work, school, and the future at this point. I need the grace and peace of Christ to cover me like a veil and give me the mind of Jesus Christ, like He promises in His word. If anyone reads this (I doubt anyone will) before or during my test on Saturday, May 5th from 9am-6pm (YES; nine hours), please send me a little note of encouragement, and most importantly, send a prayer up to the Lord for my peace of mind. I love you all.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Stuffed with Fluff
I have not created anything in a long time. I haven’t created anything in over eight months. I am no longer creative. I am scared about this. My imagination has been stifled into 14 hour days, where I get up at 7am and go to sleep at 11pm. I do work at work, I do school at school, and my mind is limited within these parameters.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Jars
Jars of Clay has a new CD called "Good Monsters"
It looks fantastic, but I haven't heard it yet....will check it out asap and get back to you with my reviews They are always fantastic. Especially "Who We Are Instead"
LOVED that CD.
And, by the way, I want to be Sydney Bristow. Duh, you say. Yeah, but she is so poised and smart and goes through the most ridiculously difficult things and remains steadfast on her mission and her life.
It looks fantastic, but I haven't heard it yet....will check it out asap and get back to you with my reviews They are always fantastic. Especially "Who We Are Instead"
LOVED that CD.
And, by the way, I want to be Sydney Bristow. Duh, you say. Yeah, but she is so poised and smart and goes through the most ridiculously difficult things and remains steadfast on her mission and her life.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Updates
This is a blanket apology to those I love and have left behind...in California, that is. I have been unable...NOT unwilling...to make the calls I so desperately wish to make to you all. The time difference, for one, puts a horrendous strain on my ability to reach you. And the length of my work day and extreme hours of availability seal the no-communication deal.
Life if pretty hectic...so hectic, in fact, that my schoolwork is taking a back seat for the first time in...FOREVER... I get up at 7am, work until 6pm then go to school. Friday nights and Saturdays are the only days I have to myself...
Anyway, here's some pics from last Friday night, and then Sunday when Mommy and I went about the town.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
...In the routine of things
Good Sunday morning. I got up early this morning and cleaned...it felt good to clean, actually. The sun is bright here and I couldn't ask for better weather. My friend and coworker is meeting me at the Metro for church this morning and then I think we will have lunch up on the roof. I will probably take some more pictures to post. I need to go to the store to find something to make for lunch. Any suggestions?
School started this week, and I'm already feeling the full weight of full time/full time work and school. That's okay... I work best under that kind of strain.
Anyway, I felt that it was time to post something new. I am looking forward to going to Nashville for Thanksgiving. I keep hearing how beautiful Tennessee is all year round. Southern and rural and bountiful and rich and beautiful. It is very lovely here, too, except not having a car prohibits me from taking advantage of this new countryside. I keep hearing about New England from my roomates, and I want to see that region as well.
So take care. Love, Juliet
School started this week, and I'm already feeling the full weight of full time/full time work and school. That's okay... I work best under that kind of strain.
Anyway, I felt that it was time to post something new. I am looking forward to going to Nashville for Thanksgiving. I keep hearing how beautiful Tennessee is all year round. Southern and rural and bountiful and rich and beautiful. It is very lovely here, too, except not having a car prohibits me from taking advantage of this new countryside. I keep hearing about New England from my roomates, and I want to see that region as well.
So take care. Love, Juliet
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Cocktail Hour
Last night we were sitting in the apartment, wondering what to do about the Ernesto storm that hung over DC all day. The storm was crazy and ruined my umbrella by bending it backwards, sideways and every which way. So it was impossible to leave the apartment with a shelter from the storm. We got antsy anyway and went out and got pounded by Ernesto. When we got back, our neighbors popped over and asked us to attend their cocktail party. They live not even five steps from our door, so of course we obliged and dressed up and attended. It was so fun. It was a surprise party, and all of the attendees were GW grad students, half from the Medical School, the other half were speech pathology M.A. students. They were friendly and kind and it was fun.
Today is errand day. I'm gonna look for a door for my room, get hangers and a clothes hamper. Love you all. Bye
Today is errand day. I'm gonna look for a door for my room, get hangers and a clothes hamper. Love you all. Bye
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