Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Moving


I guess there's not a lot of need for a "farewell" to the Crow House. At least not here. It deserves the silent benediction that we are writing in our hearts about it, with every plate we take out of the shelves.

I'm not sad to leave. I think I learned a long time ago the best way to be content with change is to have hope in the things ahead.

It wasn't too long ago that I was moving my things in, imagining what life would be like here. Right now I'm anticipating life in the Scripture house. I kind of like that name. It's just the street name, but I like it.

I like living in houses with friends. No matter where I go, I think I'll be happy.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Life-change

So I got this SWANK new iPod touch.

I know it will probably change my life because it has a camera on it and I want to start documenting my life better.

This is Jon. He's actually really nice once you get to know him.

His dad gave me a Christmas present! He gave me and Jon matching Tebow jerseys.

I think it's pretty cool.

I'll probably be documenting more. But I want to LIVE more too!!!!
I feel like that won't be a problem as I have this awesome new SCOOTER!!! It's so HIP! Also, I have new shoes...

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Merry Christmas Eve


Tidings of comfort and joy to you and your family, friendys.

I can't believe Christmas is tomorrow. It feels like such a short Christmas season. But maybe you can't ever carol and celebrate enough.

Speaking of caroling - I had the merriest time caroling with the wonderful Kendall and Alex. We dressed up as street urchins, smearing charcoal on our face, I had to put my hair up in a top hat.

We went door to door, and even stumbled across a party. We were pretty well recieved. It was oodles of fun.

Merry Christmas!!!

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Splendid

Today was my first day back in the topsy-turvy land of Fort Worth.

It's the holidays, and everyone's kind of frazzled. And I don't ever remember feeling "comfortable" and "at ease" in the mall. So that was kind of an ordeal.

But, we did manage to escape with a delightful cozy little pink sweater. I knew the moment I held it in my arms that we were going to be good friends. I don't have a lot of clothes, and each time I meet something I want to take home, it feels like a magical moment between us.

Also
My dad is kind of a goofball. When he brought in a package off the doorstep and said, "Frozen treats? Open immediately?" I laughed and said, "No really, what is it?"

Turns out he wasn't kidding. They're from Chicago. Chicago ice cream.

Dark chocolate peppermint ice cream. Splendid Jeni ice cream.

Simply delightful

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

The way things look.

I've kind of been messing around with how I want the blog to look, without really adding any content, which is strange.

I guess I'm vacillating between cutesy and too cutesy, and I'm leaning toward the latter.

So, I guess what I usually write about is what I'm learning about and doing. That used to be what I wrote about... haha...

There are three things.

1. School is out. I leave for Fort Worth wednesday morning.
2. I am moving out of Crow House and moving into Untitled House. I really want to give it a good name, but I can't really think of one... I was thinking about maybe another bird name, like Dove, or something literary, like Thrushcross Grange, or Little Whinging, or something...
3. Spiritually, I've been better. I've also been worse.

If I compared myself now to myself a year ago, I'm not sure that I would readily take this condition over my condition a year ago, simply because I think I had more childlike faith back then. Loving God and loving others felt easier. Doing crazy things and dreaming crazy dreams, really.

On the other hand... I've learned so much. There are certain things now that I'm putting into practice. Temperance. Forbearance. Prudence. I'm learning to hold my tongue. I'm being careful and discerning. I'm trying to guard my heart.

Maybe I'm wrong, but, I think people used to hold me in higher esteem than they do now. I remember, when I used to talk, suddenly I wasn't speaking out of what I knew, but what I felt led to say... I miss the feeling of being used. I miss feeling like the Spirit was speaking through me.

But there is hope.

I am convinced and persuaded through the granting of so many prayers and a general clarity of the Lord's faithfulness to pursue me that I am a member of the elect.
I don't mean to sound arrogant... rather, I want to say that I'm convinced that the Lord is after me. He's gone to great lengths and given me dreams that have made it impossible for me to deny His existence.

That being said, I haven't pursued Him nearly as well.

I really think that's the main difference. I was chasing the Lord with all my heart last year. My new year's resolution (yes - I'm making it before Christmas) is to resume that chase.

Christ be with you, friends.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Root Beer


So, I'm not twenty-one yet.

I'm saving my first sip of beer for my 21st birthday. I want to drink it with the closest friends I've ever known.

Lately I have been....

dancing in the kitchen and singing the song from the Muppets:
"Life's a happy song" - Muppets I love it.

The lyrics go, "Everything is great, everything is grand, I've got the whole wide world in the palm of my hand! Everything is perfect, it's falling into place, I can't seem to keep this smile off my face!"

I feel that's the most accurate update I can give you.

I'm so happy. I'm the luckiest girl in the wide, wide world

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Stronger

I feel that the title "Stronger" is ridiculously appropriate because

1. It's the title of Kelly Clarkson's new album which I am promoting wildly. Listening to it nonstop.
2. I am recovering from illness and getting "stronger" all the time.
3. I feel like, despite everything, I am overcoming obstacles and stress, and like Kelly sings, "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

I haven't been the smiliest turnip in the patch.I wanted to be productive, but as it happened the most productive thing to do was simply.... rest and recover. I think by resting I escaped a fever.

But. It hasn't been all hard knocks.
In fact I've had some great knocks!

I found this awesome cardigan, FLORAL PRINT!!!! I feel like it's a good investment because I CAN WEAR ANY OLD DUMB SHIRT under it and no one will know. So what I would have paid for in fall blouses I have SAVED in buying this thrift store floral cardigan. Also, it's super cozy and soft.
I feel like my fashion career is primarily making sure that I have items to wear that aren't falling apart.

The cardigan has become a badge of hope. Even in a week that is full of hard knocks, you can find something really wonderful. Usually much better than a cardigan. Like a hug from an old friend. Or unexpected kindnesses. Letting yourself have that donut, you look great.

Give yourself a break. =-)

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

A Sweet Resting Place

Is there a way to live constantly in the presence of God? is there such a person? Me and my friends all seem to forget and have to turn back to God, even though we always say we love Him so much.

I've been unemotional and distant. I've been rebellious. After a hard day of sincere prayer about things, I feel like I've received an answer. And the answer is, as it is always, "I love you, Rachel."

It's the end of a long, hard Tuesday, and I'm in tears, but not from stress. I'm the happiest kid in the wide world. I feel so loved. I feel very cherished. The people I love, love me back. The God whose approval I depend on, who I have been trying to please my whole life, has approved of me because of my Beloved High Priest.

Mercy. I sometimes have this vague idea of a figure who "died on a cross for my sin" and it ceases to mean anything, until I remember His character. It is only when I really am begging and pleading for Him to show me mercy that I see His greatest achievement and the most beautiful, supernatural quality - Mercy. It's not to spare me from suffering, but to look upon me and approve me.

Mercy. That I could incline my heart to petition without feeling ashamed or full of sin.

Perhaps it is an old song, but the Gospel really revolves around it. It is the anthem, the chorus of the march of life. The utter dependence of humanity on the grace of God.

I'm always amazed at how I can be sitting, doing nothing but praying, and the Spirit Himself comes to me and teaches me the position of humility, the only true way to the court of my Father.

We shall sing on that beautiful shore
The melodious songs of the blessed;
And our spirits shall sorrow no more,
Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.
- "In the Sweet by and by"

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Jerks

People are strange. And not everyone is kind.

My TA frustrated me today by writing mean and unhelpful comments like "you can't write" and "read a newspaper" on my article draft. They were not constructive, especially considering the professor had told me earlier that I had a particular talent.
Who knows why she wrote that? She could have been having a terrible day, the possibilities are endless. (thank goodness we didn't get graded on our drafts!)

You know something? I didn't feel sad. Not even for one minute. I just felt sorry for my TA, because you know, I really believe in what I'm writing, and I'm only trying to be used for the glory of God. I'm doing the best that I can. In every area.

That being said, there are wicked people. Proverbs describes the "righteous man" and the "wicked." Very different.

I can be wicked, too. I can be a real jerk. Sometimes I surprise myself with how bad my motives are upon examination.

Speaking of examination, I found this particularly helpful. I tend toward self-righteousness and when I'm not overanalyzing, I'm underanalyzing.

Unrelated... I was reading Tozer's Pursuit of God, and I came across this passage, and it brought me to tears.
"When God spoke out of heaven to our Lord, self-centered men who heard it explained it by
natural causes: they said, “It thundered.” This habit of explaining the Voice by appeals to natural law is at the very root of modern science. In the living breathing cosmos there is a mysterious Something, too wonderful, too awful for any mind to understand.
The believing man does not claim to understand.
He falls to his knees and whispers, 'God.'" - Tozer, Pursuit of God

I still don't know why.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

The redemption of youth


I am nineteen.
Previously, I was thirteen.

There have been notable alterations.

I don't think it's uncommon to look back and have a hard time finding good things about the person you used to be. You mostly look back and cringe. "I was so dumb."

But the thing about youth, and teenagehood, is the insane amount of passion and unshakeable faith you have in things. When you love things, you really love and hold on to them. I was able to give all of my love very easily to one thing at a time. I've said this before: we demonize and we idolize.

I haven't felt this youthful in a long time.

Today was magical. I find myself thinking that a lot as I drift off to sleep. My daydreams have turned into just remembering the wonderful things that happened that day and the sweet things to come.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Making things.



Okay!!

I really like making things.
I made this, too. from scratch. no stolen images. (but the idea is taken from a tutorial.)


I am going crazy. it's so much fun. but I gotta do my other homework, too.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Friendly

Dear friendlies, today something wonderful happened.

I was pulling in my driveway after dropping Maggie and Elise off at school, and suddenly, I saw the mailman, and I told him "thank you!"

He smiled and said, "You have a good day, now!" And it was so warm and encouraging that it filled me up like drinking hot cocoa.

Every once in a while I have that warm, fuzzy feeling, that the whole world has been trying to be kind all along and we just don't understand sometimes.

Well, even though it's not true, I still think people are kinder than we give them credit.

It all comes back to Christ. The Hope of nations. I have to remember not to just try to "be kind" but be "like Christ" and that means everything.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Nineteen / Loving Real Humans

I'm nineteen. My birthday was last Friday. My party was the next day.

I gave myself a haircut and dyed my hair auburn. Overall, it feels like a big change. Turning 19 feels like a legitimate renewal for me.

I've been spending less time pondering and thinking and more time applying what I think about. I haven't really spent a lot of time goofing off, either. Just trying to be excellent.

Today my hands just started cleaning and organizing on their own. I folded my clothes and couldn't stop once I'd started. It was kind of strange. I did dishes, too.

I guess it's because I know some incredibly responsible people that are 19. Or maybe I'm just growing up on my own. I actually considered starting to drink coffee... but I don't think I'm ready for that one yet.

Last year I was so stoked about the party that the BSM threw for me. It was so great. That was a good day. But man, last Saturday, that was absolutely magical. People were so kind to me. I really love my household, my friends, and my family...
Life just gets better and better.

One more thing.

People are hard to deal with. Even wonderful, talented, loving people. When the rubber meets the road, you have to work hard to be 'sane' about things. "If you think that you're right all of the time, that's a common misconception." - Antarctica

Love is about meeting each other halfway. It's not waiting for the other person (if they messed up) to come crawling back to you, or "winning" the fight, or proving a point.
I've experienced with everyone I've ever loved dearly the fleeting moments of annoyance, and I'm amazed when it happens because I thought so highly of them, I didn't think I'd ever be annoyed or think badly of them. Then one day I can't stand them!!! ARGGHHH!

Then later, I realize, they really are just humans. Humans that I adore and will always cherish, no matter how my surface emotions rage, there is always that undercurrent of sincere love. (This is the key to living with roommates.)

So maybe this is elementary. Yeah, but it needs to be said and lived. A lot of people live like they don't know this.

Love the Lord your God with all your heart. Love your neighbor as yourself. These are the two greatest commandments.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Chicken Soup / One Way

I'm sick.

Went to the store, promptly, to buy orange juice and chicken soup.
Survived the attempt. Mission, success.
Woke up at 4:16 this morning due to aforementioned sickness. Ugh.

Thank goodness I don't have any homework besides studying in general. Also, another happy thing, the quiz in class today was open notes, so it was a breeze.
So class is going well, I s'pose.

Elise wrote a new song. I like it, it has a part where the chorus is "there is one way, there is one truth, there is one life... the gate is wide, but it's a narrow path..."
The song overall is about Jesus being the way, and not just a good man. But the encouraging part for me is the notion of One Holy Catholic Church, that everyone who believes in the Apostle's Creed and who trusts in Jesus are all brothers and sisters, and that we all really essentially believe the same thing. We might be wrong about some things, but the important part is loving and obeying Christ and trying to follow the law, huh?

I guess I can't say what the "important" parts are. But for me, the most encouraging story in the Bible regarding doctrine and the "narrow way" is this one:

39 One of the criminals who hung there hurled insults at him: “Aren’t you the Messiah? Save yourself and us!”

40 But the other criminal rebuked him. “Don’t you fear God,” he said, “since you are under the same sentence? 41 We are punished justly, for we are getting what our deeds deserve. But this man has done nothing wrong.”

42 Then he said, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.”

43 Jesus answered him, “I tell you the truth, today you will be with me in paradise.”

I don't EXACTLY know what will happen to me when I die. Different denominations say different things. But I want to go with that thief to join beautiful, sweet, kind, lovely, Holy, perfect Jesus.

Mmmmm, drinking my delicious chicken soup broth now. I hope I'm right as rain again soon.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Me in 2007

I looked up my old myspace. I was trying to find a picture I posted but ended up stumbling over my old blog. Goll-ey.

- "I'm the drummer for Rayconsense - which I will firmly argue for my band-mates is the best band ever. I'm usually a nice person - or I like to think so anyway."
- "I have never, never understood blogs. I write them anyway."
"He's inspired me to work harder at everything. I'd never ask for his admiration haha - just his respect - I know, it'll never happen, right? But I can't stop thinking, "if i just get a little better, if I just work a little harder..." -2008

"Can't stop smiling. Can't stop love. Can't stop believing, even if I wanted to, because after getting through all the crap and learning to stand on my own two feet, I've proved to myself that anyone can really get better." -2009

Friday, September 16, 2011

The Inside of Love

I was sitting in my Geology class when it hit me.

The textbook illustrations, the graphic displays of the geological processes - you need those visuals to understand how Planet Earth works, right?

Well, what if I made graphics like that to show how people work? Once I figure it out, that is.

But that's my science of choice, isn't it? People. I want to figure out people. I want to love well. I want to teach people how to love each other. Like any science, isn't it helpful to see what's going on?
I don't know. That just seems like the only way to blend all of my interests...

Hey, do something nice for yourself today. Don't be so hard on yourself. You're very special.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

The Blues

This morning I woke up right at 6. Right when I wanted to. That never happens. I even had a cup of coffee with my favorite breakfast - croissant, bacon, egg and cheese sandwich.

I crawled back in bed with Grace and told her jokes to wake her up.

We had a breakfast dance party, after which we all agreed, it was going to be a good day.

So many good things happened. We were right.

Somehow, though, I still ended up in tears after a frustrating experience with my history class. That's what seems to be the recurring theme of Tuesdays. Crying.
Tuesdays, for whatever reason, seem to give me a bad case of the blues.

It's easy, when I call it that, "the blues," to point the finger at some disease that doesn't have to do with who I am. Like a cold. I'm still the hero in my mind.

You bend until you break. You just can't take it anymore. That's the thought.

If you just step back and breathe, everything really isn't so bad. You just have the blues and maybe you can't see that so well (maybe you've got tears in your eyes)

I'm not content to be "sick" with the blues. What's the remedy? There's got to be a cure for my heart.

My theory is this. It's not so much a sickness as it is a brokenness in my spirit. Yes, there is wrong, but I'm not the victim. I'm the one doing it wrong - I just need to put the reality and discipline of Joy into practice!

Like all other disciplines, it takes time and persistence. Like all of the other fruits of the Spirit, it is grown.

Even if I have to keep fighting bad things and sad feelings all of the time, I will always choose to dwell in the house of the Lord, and I can't be shaken there.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Church

It's hard, on your own.

You can be tough on yourself and fall into self-righteousness and forget the love of God and shrivel away.
You can be easy on yourself and fall into sin because "all things are permissible" and you can delude yourself into thinking that you're in the right.

That's where the Church of God comes in. The godly people that surround us are just part of that church. We have our church family, but the Church herself is all of the brothers and sisters united under Jesus Christ. One Holy Church. One faith.

We can disagree about some things, but the love of Christ transcends them all. Brothers and sisters that love Christ are able to minister to other brothers and sisters, whatever differences they have.

The saints pray for us, and we pray for the saints.

We pray.

Yes, we are fallen and we are wrong about some things. Theology is confusing. I admit that there are tangles in my theology I'm afraid to try to sort out. Gosh, I don't want to be wrong!

But my sister Elise took me in her arms and said, not knowing that I was wrestling with fear and trying to be strong, started saying, "Don't be afraid. It's okay. You don't have to work hard to be good enough..." and she started proclaiming that the Church was my Mother and how my brothers and sisters were my family.

It's so easy for me to forget. Simple love. Simple faith. My tendency to dive in and try and fix my heart is sometimes what cripples me and keeps me from ministering to others. Silly, huh?

It's my responsibility to love you well. My place, my calling, is to magnify and glorify Christ. I only hinder that by trying to withdraw from the world and "fix myself."

So friends, when in doubt and trouble, don't hide away to lick your wounds. The Church, though broken and lowly, will treat you as part of the body.

One Holy Church. The communion of saints. The forgiveness of sins. I believe in the ressurection. I believe in a life that never ends.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Let earth recieve her King

I've always thought Catholicism was beautiful. I love the sacredness, the holiness that is so absent from the baptist youth group scene. God is terrible, terribly wonderful.

Much more has been said about the modern-day baptist church and how reverence would benefit it, so I'll spare you the lecture and simply say that I've been considering it.

I read Catholic liturgy and I always marvel at the pictures they paint of God and the way we should see Him. Their prayers of petition are so beautiful. They seek to glorify God even as they are asking Him to remedy something.

I don't mean to "evaluate" prayers or to elevate the eloquence of one kind over another. It's silly to gravitate toward the church that makes you "feel" God. You should remain in the community of believers you have covenanted with. That's why I'm not considering going Catholic too much.

I thought, though, "If I set up a rosary that reminds me to pray, that will help me practice the presence of God!" Because I was looking for a physical thing that would force me to seek God.

The real appeal, (it's not the rosary or the liturgy) is the discipline, I think. The practice of the presence of God. The act of choosing to set my eyes on heavenly things instead of worldly ones.

Lastly, you know me, I'm not going to tell you about how silly I think patriotism can be. I champion the notion of "celestial monarchy" and maybe I'm not entrenched enough in the battlefield of this world, but, I want to leave you with this hopeful thought I had.

Today is the tenth anniversary of something terrible that happened to my countrymen. Today ten years ago my brothers hurt my brothers. People sing "God Bless America" but the words of my favorite carol came to mind: (from Joy to the World)

Let earth recieve her King!

We should pray for America, we should pray for our city, and bless the people around us, but we should also pray for our world.

Friday, September 9, 2011

New World

Even though I haven't really left Denton, I haven't gone anywhere new, I still feel like things are different.

I admit I haven't been diligent about chasing after the Lord, chasing after heavenly things. That was the thing that really brought to life all the good things.

Even aside from that, people I love are getting married, people I love are moving, and all the time, people I love are changing. One of the houses we used to go to and have dance parties, nobody lives there anymore.

Matt Terrill's song "Sycamore Street" (listen to their album Random People) is really great for just this kind of feeling. I think everyone struggles with change a little bit. Learning to adjust is hard.

I guess the remedy for the discomfort that comes with losing things is the hope for new things. I have to remind myself that better things are ahead.

Whatever happens to my household, my friends, my career, the city I live in, I just have to have faith

"How lucky I am, to have something that makes saying good-bye so hard" ~ Winnie the Pooh

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

The Thing Itself

I was marveling today at how easy it is to forget how to love something.

The musician who goes to music school learns how to tear apart music and analyze it to death. The poet, the literature major... As Ross preaches, the theologian who gets caught up in theology doesn't have the full joy of just loving and delighting in the Lord. These devoted people love something and then, in trying to learn to appreciate it, find loving the thing grueling work.
(Not all of course)

It's not usually an unhappy ending. Working in the field you love is a good thing. But it's easy to forget that you really do love something - or even why you really love it.
I do this sort of silly thing all the time. I like to analyze life and love like lab rats. I analyze my own heart. I analyze what people say, what I say, and the cogs of what makes things really special, instead of sitting back and enjoying them.

Ironically, you could call the process of learning to be restful and appreciative a "discipline" of sorts, I think...

I wrote this as I was considering all these things.

But after you devote yourself to something and after you tear it apart and after you really KNOW something, you love it so much better and are able to appreciate it that much more - or so I'm told.

Discipline is a wonderful, beautiful thing - there's treasure in each hard step we take toward excellence.

Just don't forget to love it/them/Him

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Godly man

I don't mean to sound all mushy gushy, but I watched this sermon by Mark Driscoll and in it he furiously confronts the men in his church who have been disrespecting their girlfriends/wives.

There are so many lazy, disrespectful, lustful, angry men out there - little boys who are only interested in temporal pleasures and don't pursue wisdom or the Lord's will. Being around so many godly men now, I suppose I kind of forgot just how valuable and rare godly men are. It's so easy to take the other path. But the righteous man chooses the hard and narrow way.

So, the mush I was trying to avoid is this: kudos to my wonderful friend Jon, who is such a picture of the godly man. He is so respectful and wise in so many areas.
You're very dear to me, Jon

Friday, September 2, 2011

Being better to the worse

I've noticed a particular trend in how we accidentally hurt each other's feelings.

Sometimes something will really inspire me (e.g, a philosophy, a way of doing something) and I think, yeah! Everybody should do this.

Different doesn't always mean bad. Some things are just more efficient, but some things are just a matter of preference and everyone has their own way of doing things.
Most of the time, I think people are really aware of this and are very good at being tolerant and loving.

But especially after I've seen something amazing, the things that I don't find as incredible are lost on me. Maybe someone tried really hard to do something well, but I can't see it because I'm convinced that everything should be "that great."

This is my position. There are two kinds of people. People that will inspire and encourage us, and people that we should inspire and encourage. (Obviously we should encourage everyone) but the people that don't impress us often are the ones that need loving and encouragement the most. I find that I let myself be blinded by an idea that is "superior" so I have difficulty giving my time to the "inferior."

I've noticed that when people are complaining and being critical, they're usually being blinded to the treasure in front of them by something "superior."

It's one thing to want to change things for the better. That's what constructive criticism is for. That's why we all toil and work and try to think of more efficient ways to do things.

But our first command was to love the Lord with all our hearts, and the second was to love our neighbors. To do that well, we have to look at them with the eyes of Christ and if they are truly more immature or in need of correction, then they are precious children.

People are precious.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

A Corporate Suit

As much as I think I'd be happy living in a field and growing my own vegetables and writing poetry, it seems like a remarkably selfish existence when I consider what I have to give to the world.

I think last semester I tried to make sure I had a lot of time to be creative. Or just to chill, or work out. Or think. The thought of a full schedule made me wince. I don't want to have to give up anything. I want to be available.

But if giving up sitting around mulling over the green greens and sunshine is the price of being successful, I think I'll choose to give it up.

Time management - that's the crucial element, isn't it? The people who succeed and keep planners and never have an idle minute - they know how to "budget" their time. I need that to be me.
(My imagining of 28 year old ad exec Rachel)
I say all of this because I'm going to be interning at the university paper - the NT Daily - and I'm going to have to do work. At first when I went I considered the possibility that they were going to ask me to work every night, and I realized that eventually, it comes down to what's important. Was this important? What else was important? Why did I hate giving up my time so much?

In a world where events collide and corporate suits don't have "time" for anything, the key is to have your priorities clearly defined.

What is important?
What takes precedence?

If I claim Christ as the center of my life, what does that mean for my priorities?

How do I embody Christ in a corporate suit?

Monday, August 29, 2011

Breaking the mold.

When you're young, it's easy to turn people into heroes and villains.

One good example is our first impressions of our parents, but our perception changes over time; we have many phases, but the last and most beautiful picture we have of them comes after years of learning to appreciate them. We can see their flaws (unlike the child) and we can love them the more for them (unlike a headstrong youth).

But this hero-villain exaggeration isn't limited to parents.

Some teachers I completely and totally turned into villains. It became impossible to believe that they had any good qualities at all.

I think part of growing up is learning to get rid of the distorted view and to see people like Christ, and to treat them like Christ (both how you would treat Him, and how He would treat you.)

But an interesting effect of the "hero" effect is what happens when you dig deeper into your hero's story.
It's an odd thing, to mold yourself after someone, only to discover that they had someone that they molded themselves after, and so on...
It's even stranger to meet that person and to hear them talk, the way that your hero talked, and the way you tried to talk.

Heroes. I am choosing not to be impressed except by that which is truly impressive. To set my gaze on heavenly things.

So much of learning to live is to have a correct perspective - if my hunch is correct, the correct perspective is if not wisdom, then directly related. I want to be like the righteous man who answers the call of Wisdom calling in the streets, who seeks after her.

Hard lines.

People who operate out of their emotions and make every decision based on intuition and gut instinct, based on my reactions, find concepts like justice and obedience and truth very hard to not only grasp, but to dwell on.

What is truth?
What is good? Just? Fair? Right? You can't give a post-modern, vague answer when the allegiance of your heart is on the line.

As much as we paint things in shades of gray, the fact is, good and evil do exist.

I find that in my topsy-turvy, abstract world, a sweet resting place is in the absolute truth that Jesus Christ is Lord. This is something that everything I have seen and experienced points to, and something that I want everyone to see, that my life might point to that truth as well.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Crude Matter

Today was my first class!

Physical Geology, or I guess it's Earth Science. I think it's going to be a little different from the other geology class I took. This teacher seems really excited about how humans interact with the environment.

I wish I were more excited about that kind of thing.

Planet earth isn't as fragile as environmentalists like to make it sound. People try to talk about climate disaster and things like the rise of carbon dioxide and the destruction of rainforests.... man, those things ARE important, but I never think of myself in physical terms.

Me and my body have always been more like partners in my mind - the body, outfitted with limitations and desires, and me, my soul, everything that is essentially ... well, the core of what I consider myself. Desires are separate - they push and pull my core, my spirit.

Taking this and applying it to the world, we are a bunch of everlasting souls, and no natural disaster can destroy the soul except for the disaster of sin. So... what concerns me is sin and darkness and despair. Disasters like earthquakes can be vehicles for those things, but in my mind, who we are is more important than the bodily "vehicles" we drive and maintain.


So when people get really excited about environmental protection and saving the planet, I have a hard time feeling worried.

That being said..... it's still important, regardless of how I feel about it. I need water to live. I am, in fact, operating through the "crude matter" I discount so often. Until I get sick, I never realize how dependent I am on my health. Maybe it's because I'm young and invincible. (Really, in my mind, I feel that way... a lot)

I heard Maggie say once that the remedy for the world isn't salvation in conservation, but salvation in Christ.

Well-o, me and Jacob are gonna jam-town. Catchya later.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

A boy loves Jessie

He said he thought she was the sort of woman who, if you had a bug on your face, would slap it off. He then said, "I think I'm in love!" and walked off whistling.

an old-timey post


I haven't written to you about the happenings in a while! It's mostly been thinkings!

Me and Haley went to Jupiter House this morning to do our Bible study and she was so nice, she bought me my favorite - banana bread!!! So good!
Then we went to the bookstore to get my Geology workbook. (I can't wait for that class!)

After that, she played a wonderful song on the piano - it's called "Turn to Stone" by Ingrid Michaelson. It's so beautiful! Especially the way Haley sung it! She's such a phenom!!

We have dinner plans tonight. Jon's coming too! All of my favorite people, how wonderful for me! ♥

Monday, August 22, 2011

Taco night & chasing


Going back to the BSM tonight was a bit of a wild whisker-twister. It felt like the first day of high school - seeing all your friends.. and acquaintances: "Heyyy... you?"

I ended up just once again being blown away by meeting "old" friends. I'm amazed by how tragic I find unchanging... well, people. I met some people who seemed like they were growing in grace and understanding and MAN! such an encouragement. But then there's those people that just... I didn't get that impression. I don't mean to be judgmental, but, after visiting Fort Worth, I've been deeply convicted of holding on to the past.

Perhaps it's not the tragedy I make it out to be. Change is good, but there are some sweet things that are worth holding onto. Good friends, good habits and virtues... keep those, huh? I never want to look at things without being dazed into wonderment and worship.
I read some posts from last year, but check out this old post I wrote. I was so silly those days, but at least my cup was empty, and I desired the Lord so, so, much! I think I can get obsessed with trying to figure out how to "do" life and I just forget... dang.... I have to trust the Holy Spirit to guide and protect my heart and to teach me virtue through my pursuit of wisdom - and to rely fully on Jesus for grace....

It's such a hard line to walk. I don't want to be lazy and just say that it's the Holy Spirit's job to make me feel like not sinning. I don't want to take the knowledge that my righteousness is like filthy rags and turn it into an excuse to be an arrogant fool. I want to chase after Jesus - I want to chase after wisdom...

Proverbs tells us we should strive for wisdom, but I've been hearing so much about how knowledge is meaningless and how virtuous was the uneducated prostitute that wiped Jesus's feet with her hair. "We don't need wisdom to love Jesus" is the message I hear. But we still need wisdom, don't we? We don't want to be fools who bury their coins in the sand!

So that is the line I try to walk. Loving Jesus. Loving others by trying to grow in wisdom and understanding so I can be better equipped to minister - and loving myself, because wisdom is such a treasure.

Sunday-Monday-Funday

The freshmen have started moving in. Excitement is in the air! Also, severe heat. And the new vegan cafeteria. Dormies aren't pleased. Good thing I ditched that meal plan.

I am pleased to report the creation of "Sci-Fi Sundays." Jon, Parker, Matt, and I have been watching the original Star Wars every Sunday after church. After we finish them? I'm secretly hoping for the X-files.

Tonight is first flight week. Tacos and game night is tonight. I think I'll go =-)

In other news, I need to change my residence address to the REC center. (Get it? Because that's where I'll be all the time...haha..ha)

I've been amusing myself lately by telling jokes that fall pathetically flat, and I forgot how to make real jokes.
Scary thought: the real difference in my jokes is that they're deliberately bad.

Oh, I wrote a new doodle called "redemption"

Saturday, August 20, 2011

The Scientist

Algorithm(al´g&-rith-&m) (n.) A formula or set of steps for solving a particular problem.

As much as I consider myself someone who wars against logic itself, a person motivated almost exclusively by emotion.... I've realized that I'm more of a scientist than I thought.

The popular idea of personality is two big boxes. The goofy, fun, spontaneous people, and the introverted, calculating, reserved people. And I always say, "Oh, I'm silly, I'm box number one."

But as much as I like to show people a bright-eyed child, passionate and fun-loving... man, as much as I wish I were entirely innocent and well-intentioned, that's only a sliver of who I really am. Even those bad traits of the child: insecurity, even foolishness - those seem like "manageable vices."

I'm not building a "false self." I am what I am. I'm young and stupid. But I'm not always well-intentioned. I'm not always abstract and artsy. I've come to grips with the fact that I'm more calculating and manipulative than I ever want to admit.

My recent quest has been "learning to love people well." I've gone about that in a frighteningly scientific way.... Analyzing what makes people feel loved, trying to compute and measure affection, and spending all my time just trying to figure out why people don't get along and how that can be fixed.
When I'm unhappy, my reaction is a purely scientific one. I analyze. I calculate. I make lists. I diagnose.

... and to my surprise, I found my summer math class incredibly, incredibly fun.

I'm a scientist when it comes to so many things. I like to have a schedule. I hate being unproductive. Gosh, even in junior high, I thought I was going to be a scientist.

Nobody sees me like that. No one would call me a scientist. I don't know how many people take me seriously. I make a lot of jokes. I know some people think I'm kind of dumb. And that's okay. I would rather people think that, honestly...
But I know I've really made a connection with someone when I let them see the dark scientist in me.

I'm not unique in this. I don't mean to say that I'm secretly more intelligent than I make myself out to be - I just mean to say, just because I'm happy and young, doesn't mean you can't take me seriously.

I mean, seriously.

...How the heck am I supposed to come up with a lame joke at the end now?

Friday, August 19, 2011

Two important things happened today, I feel that these things are important enough to mention.

During my stay in fort worth I did two silly things. I looked deep into my old journals and thought about my old dreams and thoughts and passions. I also reread an old blog that used to inspire those dreams and passions. It was very self indulgent.

After dwelling in the dreams of the past, I bumped into an old high school friend of mine. My life was so different while hers seemed so similar.... I realized how foolish it would be to live in the past and how dangerous it was to regret things... Seize the day, huh?

It got me thinking about that blog and how dreamy and idealistic it was and - golly, I think a lot of bloggers, including me, tried to blog to make people think they were funny and cool and deep.

And I thought, if I'm not doing it to make people think I'm cool (nobody reads blogs anymore) what am I doing it for? 

This blog is the closest I've come to trying to be innocent as a dove yet wise as a serpent. I want to examine the world and figure out how to operate in love, all the while doing so with wonder - accepting that I am, and will always be, a child: young and dumb. Every day getting (as Jon said) "less young and less dumb." 

Isn't it strange, how we change, who we turn out to be? Sometimes watching people change is sad. Or the tragedy of people that stay the same. But I've seen a change in my own heart that has been the best thing in my whole 18 years. 

...Goll-eey!

Next time I'll talk about something funny and cool, huh? ... Life is strange, dadgummit.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Pancake brunch

Today the church had a pancake brunch! Kody made these super great pancakes and gave us yummy fruit salad to put on it! So good!!!Everyone came to help fix the cds that we recorded! Everyone is excited about passing them out!
Me and Jon got a lot of cds done, just by ourselves.

Then we went to Jupiter House. Jon's friends were there. They're so cool and friendly. Judson, the guy who started Baruch the Scribe (I'm so glad I finally got to meet him!!! ahh!! do you even KNOW how long I've been listening to them? I think junior year of high school.)

Better than that, I got to play WII with JUDSON! I can't believe I HUNG OUT with him!Mario Party was so much fun.

Have a good day! =-)

Friday, August 12, 2011

WHAT?! CAR.


I used to drive all the time. All the time. I was so good at driving. I think I could even parallel park. I think I was pretty good at that.

But it's been a long time since I've driven a car.....

I know of three gears in the driving universe.
P, R, and D. I thought, I'm good if I know how to go forwards, backwards, and stop.

So I got in this car and it's 1. not even a stickshift and 2. a regular car, or so I thought.... but I REALIZED THAT I DID NOT KNOW HOW TO DRIVE.
And this is why.WHAT THE.

I don't know how I made it home but I did.

Also, those yellow lines going down the road mean you should use "caution" when you're on the left side of it, right?

Laundry


Jon brought his clothes over to do his laundry at our house.

Here's the thing: I've never used our washing machine before. I'm kind of scared of it.I heard from some of the other girls that it was dysfunctional.

But Jon's clothes came out fine. I guess there was nothing to worry about.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Toil

I was writing in my notebook today, eating some ice cream that Jessie had shared with me and I got some on my hands. Which of course got on my notebook, because I am very messy.
This thrilled me because I decided it was going to be an endearing reminder of the day that me and Jessie ate chocolate ice cream together. I wish seeing the good in everything and everyone were as easy as ice cream drips...

***

Me and Haley met for our Bible study and she said something quite wonderful.

God has commanded us to toil the earth, but He also enabled us to enjoy our work, so that we can continue. That is why we enjoy the struggle to learn to love God and others, because it is toil, and it goes on and on.

I want to learn to enjoy every kind of work!

... Round Two?

"Who the heck writes 'The End' in their diary?" - Friga
***

I have strange news. The news is... Life is not exactly rolling credits and Elton John music.

Exciting things are happening still!

So I will write back when they do!

Love, Rachel

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Happy ending

I guess I realized that these posts are all starting to sound the same.

Not that life won't always be the same.

But you know, when a movie's over, it ends, because it's a happy ending, and it would be boring and repetitive to keep going for another two hours in just bliss.

So, at least in the context of this blog, this is the happy ending.

Thanks for reading. I love you dearly. Seek Him first, always, and He will give you the desires of your heart.

i guess if you read through this blog, you'll know that He certainly did that for me.

Come to think of it, i don't have a single unanswered prayer or wish in my heart. There aren't any loose ends to tie up, or things I need that i don't have.

Not that there's nothing to look forward to - there's so much I don't know, so much I have to learn, and so many vices I have to weed out. And I'm always looking toward the Kingdom and its coming. Better things are ahead than we have seen. I almost can't believe that, after all the light and love I've seen, that there are better things.... but it's true. Even my farthest conjectures of JOY, my imaginings of happy tears, all that understanding is nothing compared to what the Lord has planned.

I don't mean to talk so much of being happy. Feelings are only feelings. But I feel like it's a boasting of the Lord's work in me, because I used to be so sad. i feel like every time I feel I'm so happy I could burst, (quite often actually) it's a victory over the evil one. My lasting joy is just one symbol of the Great Victory, and there's so much, how deep, how wide is His LOVE!!!!!!

THE END.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Fire!

It might be repetitive and perhaps even expected that I begin by saying, "___ day was so awesome!" or tell you how great something was.

Well, true to form, I'm dying to tell you about how fun the bonfire last night was.

But also, the Lord has been doing a slow and steady work in my obedience and helping me maintain a walk of peace and joy. I guess I don't know when you're supposed to get angry and snippy with people you live with, but so far, I have had nothing but peace in my relationships. With Jon, too - things seem to be going really well.

Multiple people, who have had no communication with each other about the matter, have informed me that the Lord was telling them that He wanted me to stay joyful. One person said they saw a dancing rainbow flame and the phrase "dancing," when they were praying over me, and another person said that the message was "keep your happy heart."

I guess I just get concerned that all this is too good to be true, that it won't last, that it's not as good as I think, or that I'm too easily satisfied. But I think the Lord wants me to delight - to take full joy in the gifts He has given me. They might not look rare or expensive to others, but they are precious to me, and I don't have to worry about how other people value them, because I'm not trading them away anyway, haha!
Like the bonfire! :-) a precious moment.

We ate smores and sang songs and baked a pie for Shawn's birthday.

have a good day! ~

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Spoonfuls of sugar

Another day, another bushel of good times.

After I got out of class me, Elise, Meghan, and Emily all went dress-shopping. I also got a book of common prayer for 54 cents. what a bargain!

I found these two really great dresses. one was purple and flowery and fits like a dreamboat! the red one fits great and has a flowery pattern too! I love them both. What a great thing to find! and they were both less than 6$! wowweee!

Then we went to Marshall's house that he's selling so we could help clean it. he was so kind and bought us pizzas in return! i had fun, and i got to wear this really cute apron, and sweep. I felt like a Disney princess. :-)
And then we watched The Jungle Book. :-)

I think that this must be the end of the movie, and i'm stuck in the happily ever after part, because things are just.... so simply wonderful and great....

either that, or it's just the beginning of something even more exciting, and I don't even know it! :-)

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The days are just packed

Well, Friday, me and Haley and Ashli all left for Nacodoches for Emily's graduation party!
when we got there we had burgers and went swimming and then Emily's dad pulled out the guitar and we all sang together, oldie-campfire-style. He's a huge Beatles fan - no wonder Emily's so awesome!!

then we had a huge dance party!

When we got back Saturday i went swimming with Elise, Emily, and Ryan. we played "monster" and some other made-up games :-)

then we went to Fuzzy's for some really great tacos! i learned that not all tacos are bad! some have nice soft tortilla shells, and are pretty much just baby burritos! :-)

Monday started again and it was back to the grind. statistics! at least I'm understanding most of it. I got help from my teacher after class on the things that confused me. I feel good about it now.

I love only having one class to worry about. Even if it is a crazy, hectic Maymester, i only have one class to go to, and the rest of the time I can spend time doing things I like with people I like. :-)

But it's very chill ... still having a blissful summer.

i don't think i could find a reason to be unhappy even if i tried.

Friday, May 20, 2011

hand in hand..

I took my first math exam today!

It was so great because as I was taking it, I kept knowing the answers! it was easy for me, there were a couple I didn't know, but for the most part, it was awesome!!! I think I did well! :-)

Me and Jon and Nathan all watched Mulan after parish wednesday night. Nathan had never seen it before (crazy!!)

I realized something... I may not dig Mexican food, but i'm finding more and more things I'm willing to eat at Mexican food places. like burritos. especially breakfast burritos. those things are marvelous.

I'm trying to adjust - obviously I am thinking about my walk with the Lord, and I want to continue to walk in purity, truth, and holiness.

and...
That's all I've got to say about that ~
going to Nacodoches for Emily's party this weekend, fun fun fun!!!!!

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

viva la sunshiney life!

Haven't written in a while because my laptop is currently... well, it works, but for some reason, it forgot how to get on the internet.

I have so much good news to tell you!

(I designed this on illustrator, just to work on my illustrator chops, and I feel like it's a good representation of how I'm feeling these days.)

"REASONS WHY LIFE IS SUNSHINEY"

1. The math class isn't nearly as awful as I thought! The teacher is really kind and even though he seems hardcore, he makes sure we understand the material and goes over it over and over until we understand. I was so frightened that I would be behind, but it's all coming to me fairly easily.

Strangely enough, I was working on my math homework last night and I found the tediousness of it to be soothing and enjoyable. Call me a fool, but I really like doing boring and repetitive work. So much of the time, I spend doing creative things, so it's like taking a break...

I also think I was wrong about myself and not being able to understand math very well. It's coming to me very quickly. I think it's because I'm applying myself.

2. I didn't have a graphing calculator (have one in fort worth) but Ashli is letting me borrow hers! Since she moves out in June and my class ends in June, it's a perfect arrangement! This way Jessie can use mine in fort worth and I can use Ashli's here! G-d is so good!

3. I have devised a way to create a wonderful and cheap sandwich. Elise took me to Kroger to get groceries and I found this delicious cheese and delicious wildflower turkey breast and it was pretty inexpensive and will probably feed me for more than a week. But i toasted these sourdough bread slices I got and put the cheese and turkey and SPINACH LEAVES i got and the sandwich turned out pretty... well, pretty PROFESSIONAL! I loved it. Looks like i've found my new routine-lunch... :-)

4. Jon ('nuff said)

The Lord is wise! Giving me all these good things and I don't deserve them! What will i do with all these gifts!?! praise Him, praise Him, my soul!!

Friday, May 13, 2011

Move-in Day

Wow-o-golly!

The past few days have been... wild
In the best of ways!

Thursday was really fun. I got all moved out of Honors and all my stuff is in Crow! I don't have a room yet but I am currently sharing Maggie's room :-)

Dustin, Drew, and Jacob all helped me move my stuff, and it went really fast! I was surprised!

Moving day, moving day...I got a pretty good workout.

Then Elise and Ryan and me all had a dance party - we danced to super-chill music! I felt like a tree, swaying in the wind. It was so nice.

Chris and Gina and everybody in the world came over. We had pizza and tacos! Mmm.

Then I had my first roommate night and we all took a walk.

At the end of the day, those three things helped me fall asleep super quick: 1. movin' boxes, 2. dancin', and 3. walkin'.

So here I am, waking up in Crow House. The days to come will surely be wonderful. :-)

Monday, May 9, 2011

The Penultimate day

I guess the past few days, there's not much I can say. But the things I would say, if I could say them, are pretty great.

Whoops. Haven't written since last Wednesday? Has it been that long?

Let's see if I can recap.

-went home
-Had a lovely dinner with the family at Ci Ci's :-)
-saw Jessie's band concert, Night at the Pops.
-awkward high school reunion situation...
-Dad and Grandma came to visit C3!!!

It's a strange thing when two people you love dearly meet each other. I don't know why.

Went to the mall after church. I didn't even know that Ross has some weirdy-weird stuff inside.

Then I took a nap. Then me and Andy printed off our notes at the library and went to Jupiter house, and then we ditched Jupiter and went to Fuzzy's. You know, I never thought I'd spring for a Mexican taco shop, but I adore breakfast burritos. :-)

There are so many things in the wide world I didn't realize that I love. I guess I just carry around a shoebox of things I have decided to love, and have grown up loving... but there's a whole big wide universe of loveable things, and who am I to say that I don't like them if I've never tried?

I did pretty good on the final this morning.

Then I went over to Crow House and made some peanut butter cookies. Man I really love to bake. I miss it. I think it was Caitlin that said that baking was the best cure for unrequited love. I don't know if it's true but it sure helped me out when we were both crushing on boys and I tried making cookies. And eating dough.
Gosh I love making cookies!

Then hung out with Jon for pretty much the rest of the day.

Tomorrow I think I have lunch plans with Jessie, sometime plans with Maggie.... well, it'll be a great day! :-)

(Gone are the days that I'm able to write in great detail - but my love for you remains constant and true.)

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

The Day I just kept sleepin' and sleepin'

I got sick again. But it's only a cold this time.
Still, I feel tired and for most of today, I didn't leave my bed. No way. I just slept and slept and slept.

I did go to class. Even on the day that I was sick AND it was raining AND I couldn't find my umbrella, I still went.
Why? I care about my education, dad-gummit

After I had lots of sleep I felt a lot better. I'm feeling much better - I guess I just needed those billion extra hours of sleep.

So I woke up feeling great. And I had lunch with some friends.

Then I went to parish and we had spaghetti and the garlic bread was SOOO GOOD! It's our last formal meeting until June. I hope I get a job and can stay during the summer.

I guess I'm just excited about the future. I think a lot of seeds are in the ground right now. And I know how faithful the Lord is - so just think! What a lovely harvest is on its way! :-)

that's all for now ~

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Loverly recording #2

I thought that today was going to be really tough, but it turned out to be not so bad after all.

I turned in my research paper, presented my project, and had my last day of English. The end of the year is coming up really fast. I didn't expect it. Everyone else is so excited for summer. But it kind of makes me feel sad. I really like school.

More Loverlies recording happened today. I sang harmony. It was kind of strange. There was a black circle on the mike with what looked like cloth covering it. Jon called it a "pop filter." It's supposed to block your breath from reaching the mike.
Anyway, it was kind of embarrassing singing without any music behind me - I mean, I could hear it, but it probably sounded silly to people listening.

On the way home we had a cookie party. I sure do like cookies =-)

Oh! in class we had a red velvet cupcake party! The girls in honors baked them! And they were really great! They had sour patch kids in their frosting! Mmm!

I guess it just goes to show. Just because you think it might be a hard day, doesn't mean that it won't suprise you and turn out great.

But you should still walk out your front door with a big smile, and be cheerful no matter what.

~

I guess the old saying about kindness is true. Just because you think someone might not like you, that doesn't mean you're right. Sometimes people just don't know how to love each other. And some people don't know how much you love THEM! That's why honesty is so important. You should always tell people that you really like them.

I stopped hanging around people that are sarcastic and.. I guess funny.. but even if it's only joking, I don't want to hear people putting each other down. I'm not sure what they think about me, but ... I'd rather be thought of as someone who isn't witty and hilarious than someone who is cruel.

The Lord is good. I'm happy to serve Him. Sometimes I don't realize in my heart how Good He is to me. Earlier I just felt apathetic and idolatrous. But the Holy Spirit is awakening me to those moments and nudging me to when I need to 'shape up.'

Monday, May 2, 2011

Steven Adams and the Spider dream

Today the power went out.


I was taking a nap after having breakfast with Grace and Andy, and I was having a dream…

In my dream I had a male roommate named Steven Adams. I was singing showtunes, thinking he wasn’t around, and loving my new room, when all of a sudden, I saw a spider. It was TINY, but I hate them. I screamed. I heard him start to wake up in the other room. I was super embarrassed – because of the showtunes and the screaming.
I apologized. He walked over and I said, “I’m sorry, I wouldn’t scream at a little spider, but this is a big one,” and suddenly that teeny thing was a giant tarantula.

It was big enough to carry a little hook and started riding on the hook on little strings it had spun. I started trying to kill it with a shoe and Steven thought I was brave. But after missing it, my bravery ran out, and I tossed the shoe to him and said, “You do it, you’re a boy!” and he freaked out and we both ran away.
We hid in the kitchen, and I realized I hadn’t ever introduced myself, so I told him my name, and he told me his (but I had already seen it on his belongings, so I knew it was Steven Adams.)

I woke up to the lights flashing on and off. Finally everything just turned off. I was hoping it would come back on, but I just gave up and went to Bruce to eat.
That’s all for now ~

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Ice Cream Sunday

A good day, I'd say!

I got to play "cord-e-own" (accordion) in church today.
It was pretty swell - people said they liked the sound :-)

Then, after church, we went out to Braum's for ice creams! I got an ice cream "sunday" !
It's been a long time since I had one. The fudge was just sooo almost solid.

Then I went and worked on my paper. I'm nearly halfway done! I'll finish it in no time!

It rained really hard today... I was napping and I heard "pink, pink" and opened my blinds and there was hail tapping my window!

I got a ride to Communion with Carole. Communion was sweet. We prayed for unity. And then Nathan played that Rich Mullins song, "Peace (A Communion Blessing)" what a great song!

Warren mentioned that we shouldn't let people try to get us down because we were young, but at that moment, I thought of the Quaker church in Maine, and I was the only young person there, but they were all very concerned with the leading of the Spirit and doing right in the eyes of the Lord and building up the church.

Warren was an older person amazed at the faith of younger people, but I was a younger person amazed at the faith of older people. What's my point? We should learn from each other and not be quick to pass judgement on "old dead faith" or "youthful ignorance." The Spirit within us unites us as brothers and sisters.

It makes me happy to think about how children can teach old people things, and old people teach children. Each part of the body helps the other parts. The shy, the bold, the smart, the young...

We're all ingrafted onto the same tree, swaying in the same Spirit, rooted in Truth.
Glory to the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Reccordion

Today was pretty good. I decided to make Saturday a work-day and just devote the entire day to writing a paper.

The start of a paper is the hardest part. It's like flying, if you're a bird - you have to flap really hard but once you're up in the air, you can just "ride the thermals." (not that I know from experience.. I used to read Animorphs.)

I did get a bright, sunny drop of recreation though - Loverlies recording!!! I got to play the accordion into a funky shaped mike and do a million bajillion takes. Haha! Actually, it wasn't that much... but I felt embarrassed because a friend I hold in high esteem was in charge of recording and he was listening...

If you're ever friends with anyone who is too cool to be friends with you for any reason besides charity, then you know the feeling of trying to hide the fact that you are uncool, and there's that inevitable moment when you blow it and you know they're thinking you're an imbecile...

Still - I've discovered a certain stress-relieving principle when it comes to social interactions. It's to have everything out in the open. I tend to be passive and keep things inside and pretend things are alright when they aren't. It's silly, but I have a tendency to test people, to see if they really care about me.

The other day I was about to pull a "passive-agressive" stunt when I remembered how wonderful the relationship was between me and G-d was when I had everything out in the open and confessed all my sin. And I thought, why shouldn't it be the same for other people? I confronted the person and even though it was embarrassing, I told them about my tendency to be passive and that I really just wanted to know that they loved me. And they did and now it's fine. It was great.

So I was feeling super, super stressed out in front of this person I really held in great esteem and I realized, the way to kill the stress is to just let him know. So I told him up front that I had nerves and he was like "don't be nervous. The only person listening is me." and I said, frustrated, "EXACTLY!"

But it went great. The songs are sounding great - even the scratch, first-take vocals sound nice. Everything sounds nice (I'm biased)

If you take something from this post besides that I'm doing super-splendid, then remember, be up front with people, be honest, but kind and loving about it. It's okay to tell people how you feel and if you're hurt. The only thing you have to lose is your pride, and we should be trying to kill that off anyway =-)

Worst Cowlick Ever


One major drawback of having bangs.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Faith and Works

We are all given a certain amount of light to walk in. We all have areas of understanding, and it’s our responsibility, out of love for Our Father, to walk in that light and be obedient as we know we should be. And as we do, people who are learning from us will be shown how to walk, and that leads to the building up of the church.

If we understand that something is wrong, if we are aware of something that the Father would want us to be doing, the most obedient thing to do is to go out and do THAT THING, and that thing precisely. Not that there are “levels” of obedience… But there is a difference between the sin of doing wrong, and the sin of not doing right.

It’s easy to feel self-righteous when you look at your walk and count up all the things you’re doing right. All your good works, and measure them up against other people.

“14 I am convinced, being fully persuaded in the Lord Jesus, that nothing is unclean in itself. But if anyone regards something as unclean, then for that person it is unclean. 15 If your brother or sister is distressed because of what you eat, you are no longer acting in love. Do not by your eating destroy someone for whom Christ died. 16 Therefore do not let what you know is good be spoken of as evil. 17 For the kingdom of God is not a matter of eating and drinking, but of righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Spirit, 18 because anyone who serves Christ in this way is pleasing to God and receives human approval."
“22 So whatever you believe about these things keep between yourself and God. Blessed is the one who does not condemn himself by what he approves. 23 But whoever has doubts is condemned if they eat, because their eating is not from faith; and everything that does not come from faith is sin.”


“Everything that does not come from faith is sin.” If you think about it, that accounts for a lot of our sin. If we do good works purely out of a need to feel self-righteous, isn’t that pride – a sin? Whenever we sin, isn’t that going against our faith?

Faith, then, becomes extremely important regarding works. The Bible talks a lot about the relationship between faith and works – indeed, James talks about how faith produces works, or else it is dead faith. But just as there is dead faith, so the works can be dead.

Sin used to be so foggy and so unclear in my mind. What exactly was it? How did I know if I was doing something wrong? There were times when I was trying so hard to do all the things that I was told to do, and still feeling like I was steeped in sin.

It’s a matter of the heart. When we walk in faith, doing what we know is right, listening to the Spirit’s instruction and keeping the Word in our hearts, (because we will grow in light and understanding by the Word and Spirit) then we will grow in grace and understanding.

Let’s take headscarves as an example. Not Muslim headscarves – Christian women head coverings. If a Christian woman feels convicted to cover her head as an act of obedience, then decides that it would look silly and embarrassing, that would be a sin in her heart, fear of man. Not because not wearing the headscarf is a sin in itself, but because of her conviction in her heart.


Obviously the heart is deceptive above all things so without THE WORD, our hearts will lead us astray, so it is important to constantly be searching the Scriptures and try to always be obedient to the words of Jesus, Our Teacher and Friend.

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With this in mind, I have a lot to be sorry for. I’ve gone against the whisperings of the Spirit in my heart not to dwell on certain thoughts, and to say certain things to certain people… stuff like that.

Recently, as evidenced by my last post, I got caught in a very romantic and imaginative and poetic trance, and while it may have seemed innocent enough, I knew that I wasn’t in a worship state of mind, my heart was not directed toward God, so I was in sin. I was not walking in what I knew was right.

So I’ve failed again. But the words of that Hillsong tune come to mind: “A thousand times I’ve failed, still Your mercy remains…”

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Twirly Thoughts

Let me just forewarn you that my posts aren't going to make a lot of sense. I've been having a great time.

I've actually been having a really, really great time...

So great, in fact, that I might not be in a right state to be posting? My head is so full of poetry and cotton candy clouds I might just burst into flowers.

The level of sheer romanticism (not like, love, but in the old sense, like idealism and nature and life) has gotten so bad that I am THINKING in prose.

I'm trying to adjust and not necessarily switch gears - still trying to take my thoughts captive, but they're not the same kind of thoughts. My heart is decieving above all things.

But I've been writing poetry again. Which means I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve again --> I'm not afraid of people.

Anyway: the url is
http://rchrskyspirit.blogspot.com

I call it my secret poetry collection, but I'm not concerned with people READING it or NOT reading it, I just want to spill out these dumb, silly words somewhere so I don't have them spinning around in my head, so I can get to sleep.

I gotta study... gotta do work.... can't fall behind!

Monday, April 25, 2011

My G-d Remains Faithful

The fussing, meddling, hand-wringing old woman in me hates to see things shift and change. It's too much for her to handle.

But as evidenced in the treetops (somewhere I often look to in my wonderings) life doesn't settle in a ripe green... it doesn't roll into a place of supreme happiness, even if all things do work together for our good. Seasons come and go.
We can learn much from our friends long ago who worked and toiled in prairie fields, living in log cabins and preparing for cold winters.

And so the people around me grow and change. Sometimes they're so precious I just want to hold them close and never let them go, because as soon as I do, they've grown a minute older. They're a minute different from the jewel I know well and adore.

Maybe that's why I hug so tight.

I'm still trying to understand things like change and death and life. Those are very hard concepts for ... well, me. I just like thinking about flowers and sunshine, lolipops and hymns.

People used to tell me that I'd understand when I was older. Now I'm telling myself the same thing.. "don't worry, Rach, you'll understand it all someday." Then life hits me like a freight train and I am yelling to Rach, "If only you understood more things!"

I'm eighteen. I'm a grown-up. I know what I should know. I know that I don't.


I am a child. Running, tumbling, scraping my knee, trying to figure out the world, chasing the wind, and at the end of the day, when I'm too tired to go on, curled up in a ball, the Lord comes like my Big Strong Dad and picks me up, and He carries me home and lays me down on the couch, safe and sound.

He doesn't grumble or complain.. sometimes rumples my hair while I doze off.

And those days I try to bite off more than I can chew, those days that problems seem too hard, or I have questions I can't find an answer to... my Father looks at me kindly, inviting me to run into His chest and weep into His shirt, and pats my back as I hiccup and tell Him what happened.

So the world might turn completely upside down. I might lose everything. Everyone in the world could hate me. But no power of hell, no scheme of man, will ever pluck me from His hand.

My G-d is the same yesterday today and forever.

East-aah

Saturday we had Gospel jam choir practice (isn't it great???) and I do love singing alto, reminded me of my choir days :-)

Then Maggie put on this great tea party and it was so much fun! We had classy food (little sandwiches with toothpicks in them) and cheese and crackers and SCONES! We played classical music and sipped our tea with our pinkies in the air! So great.

We took a bath in the jacuzzi (we all had our clothes on!) and it was a bubble explosion. We got out because there was a bubble FLOOD and started having a bubble-snowball fight, throwing it in each other's faces and having a jolly time :-)

I've been really lazy about putting pictures on here. It's just too much effort... bleah

And then I slept over at Crow. I wore my floral little Easter dress to church and we played music and it was so good... the service was so great. Mark shared his testimony and man God loves us so much. I can't even... waah!

Jessie and Molly and Gina were praying for me when I was repenting and I just felt really ashamed and sad and they said that the Lord told them that He was going to allow them to feel a small sample of what the Lord was feeling for me and they all told me that they felt this huge amount of LOVE and that they literally hurt inside and I was just like....... ???? what???? It's so hard for me to accept that.
I feel like have a hard time remembering, I'm trying to do these good things and grow, but it's not even about that. It's all about Christ!

Anyway - the Easter cookout was SO much fun. So much great food. Chocolate pie, my favorite! :-) And we sang songs and had an egg breaking contest. My egg was pretty strong.

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It's good to have my feet in back on the right path. It's like coming home. And when I'm in right standing with the One I adore so much, it's the best thing in the world. I feel great.

I guess I've been a bit hung up on old sin. You know that old saying, history never repeats itself, but it rhymes? Well... I really need to be careful. I guess I realized that I needed to be careful, but there was a point that I just kind of ignored it and said, "I'm going to do this anyway, because I WANT to," and I figured I'd deal with the consequences later.

Looking at it now this seems to be the recipe for so many of life's disasters. Ugh, I've been a fool.

Even now, after all I've been shown, and how the Lord's been so faithful to give me the desires of my heart... Everything I asked for I've been receiving. It's almost uncanny.

I guess I knew, Wednesday night, praying for humility was going to be tough, and I wouldn't like what God did to bring that about... For some reason it still came as a surprise.

Just when you feel like you're doing everything right.. God's going to wreck your self-righteous heart, haha...

Anyway. It sure cured me of my huge pride problems. I'm very thankful for grace.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Good Friday

Let's see. It's Friday night. What's been happening?

Too many things....

Well, 72 hours of prayer was amazing. Our G-d is definitely a Living G-d, truly alive and not dead.

Thursday was nice, I went to a Maundy Thursday service at Eamon's church and it was so beautiful, I really do like liturgical services.. They had a container of water at the entrance and you had to do the sign of the cross with the water, and kneel, and it was really special.. I have a lot of admiration in my heart for the people who were showing G-d such reverence.


It reminded me of the state of the American church today and how irreverent we tend to be - the fear of the Lord is something we don't really instill in our youth groups.

Then, Friday, I went back to the prayer tent, helped put it back, went to lunch with friends, went to Crow and had Loverlies practice...

Pastor Ross had a Good Friday video presentation that was very somber. Now, understand, I've been exposed to video games that contained gratuitous violence and people's heads exploding like pumpkins, so I'm not afraid or even disturbed by blood, especially onscreen. But when I was advised to think about my sin and all the things I'd done to grieve the Lord, and watched a representation of my Blessed Savior cry out because hooks were ripping off His skin.. it made it all the more significant..

It's not the severe violence that wrenches my heart. It's how He was meek and gentle and silent and asked forgiveness for all of them, during the whole thing... His Holy humility, in the face of so much darkness. I knew it was ME that was hurting Him, and He just bore it gently. How often is it that we actively hurt someone and they forgave us in their hearts as we are doing it, so that it looks like they aren't even being hurt?
Huh, but you know this already? Right? Nothing new to you... it's not new to me either, but it's newly real.

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After that we went to Fuzzy's Tacos and then we went to the Spectahouse and watched Tombstone... great movie.

Not much else to report, other than a general feeling of confusion over how much goodness has been dumped out on me. The people that love me must have prayed for me to have come into a place of such wonderful, wonderful joy and contact with my Lord.

I wrote the first new song I've written in a long time. Not just a flimsy song that I'll forget. This is one I like. It doesn't have words just yet, but I'm calling it 'Toska.'

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I wonder... what could G-d possibly have in store for me? He's been so faithful to answer prayers, and after all this prayer, certainly big things are about to happen...

be encouraged friends, as a Friend whispered in my heart.