Chapters

I'm not exactly "deep." I don't hide my feelings well and I am pretty straight-forward about how I feel about most topics. Sometimes this is really great... other times it gets me in trouble. In any case, though, it's a part of who I am and I will probably never be willing to change it.

All of us have little quirks about us that make us who we are and those quirks are what shape each chapter of our lives. When we're writing these chapters we have to choose what and who is important to us. What are my priorities? How much can I take on this season? What kind of change do I need? Every now and then something that may be the right thing for you may be tough for another person; or something that may benefit someone you love may hurt you. Regardless, a difficult decision has to be made at times and we have to trust that God will decide what is best across the table.

I'm not sure if you like to read - I've become a bookworm recently. Most books (unless you're reading some horror novel or sob story - not me!) contain at least a chapter or a few with some tragedy, hardship, or loss; however, typically after this tragedy, hardship, or loss, the light begins to show at the end of the tunnel and a new and better circumstance introduces itself to the protagonist... but sometimes the light never shows.

In my struggles, I've learned a few things. The most important lesson I've picked up on is reflected in a passage from 1 Thessalonians, Chapter 5 that says, "Always be joyful. Never stop praying. Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you who belong to Christ Jesus. (verses 16-18)" We can't control much - if anything - and we have no choice but to let God take control. Besides, only He can see the big picture; we can't color inside the lines unless we let Him show us where they are.

As we close each chapter, we have to remember to be thankful for the memories we've made, the loves we've lost, and the lessons we've learned. After all, without these, we'd have nothing on which to build. When the page is turned a new chapter begins, be light-hearted, excited, and thankful to God for your blessings that are too numerous to count.

Not A Great Blog Mom

So, I'm definitely horrible at blogging. I have neglected this page for months and will admit that I'm an awful blog mommy.

Anyway, it's past midnight by half and hour and I can't sleep at all. While I should be taking advantage of this time to do homework and even catching up on one of my favorite shows ("Lost!"), I have decided instead to make a new post.

It's the new semester and classes are harder. Last semester I wanted so badly to be done to finish with Biology and Chemistry, but the funny thing is: I came out of both of those classes with A's. I've realized lately I stress myself out about little things that don't even matter in the long run. Not only that, but often times, I try to make my situations better myself when I know - good and well - that they'd be taken care of immediately if I handed them over to God. I'm trying to not be so selfish with my problems and learn to ask for some help sometimes from the One who can actually help me...

It has also come to my attention that letting others know how much you care about them is extremely important. We never know what will happen and once we lose someone, it's generally difficult or even impossible to acquire their presence again. We must be appreciative and realize what we have. A lot of times when we find it hard to count our blessings, it's only because we're too busy counting our problems.

On another note, Spring Break is next week! It's so close, yet so far away...

Asher agrees.

Good news: I didn't fall today. In fact, my wounds are even healing faster than expected. Mark your calendar(s); I will fall off a curb, fall up some steps, or do something to cause damage to myself again soon.

Today was a pretty good day actually. English was easy, my Chemistry Lab which is supposed to last fifty minutes took my partner and I twenty, and Tennis let out early. I also had a delicious Club Sub for lunch from the Atrium that was drenched with honey mustard. Tasty.

I may not post for a while simply because my life is not quite interesting enough for the cyber world. Of course, my blogging is simply therapeutic and so far it seems to be doing a fine job.

Also, I love college.

Happy Fall...

Fall (n:) an act or instance of falling or dropping from a higher to a lower place or position.

Years ago I had a blog and was very faithful to it but when my life got a little busier - or perhaps, I grew a little lazier - my daily cyber spills ceased. Recently I've realized that blogging is a good way to de-stress and let go of some things. I actually have a journal I've been meaning to write in, but I think it does a fine job with its blank pages peacefully lying in my desk drawer.

Today's tasks consisted of completing a few assignments at the library, getting a couple of apple juices and a muffin from the coffee shop, and finally dropping my muffin on the way to my painful timber into some brick steps... You may think, "Wow, that must've hurt," but really, I'm fine. After all, my chin broke most of the fall. If you should see me around campus in the next few days you'll notice the fashionable Band-Aid brand bandage I'm sporting at the lower peak of my face. Ha.

As far as school goes, though, I really am enjoying my classes and the campus. I am ready to finish out this semester to be done with Chemistry and Biology, only because Science is not a love of mine. The semester after next will be when the real fun starts and I'm able to begin taking my teaching classes. A lot of people think that the college years are the best years of your life, but I hope they aren't. Not because I think my years in college will be bad... That's not the case at all. I just have so many more plans and goals to live out after college that I think will be so much better, especially shared with the one I love.

So, blogging... I may not be very good at it simply because I am more of a rambler than an in-depth writer. Perhaps that will be more interesting, though. You'll just be reading my diary. ;)


Until the next time I procrastinate...