Our last Typography assignment was to make typographical messages that used only one word, and communicated the meaning of the word, kind of like the work of Ji Lee. It was a ton of fun. Here are mine:
Our last Typography assignment was to make typographical messages that used only one word, and communicated the meaning of the word, kind of like the work of Ji Lee. It was a ton of fun. Here are mine:
After weeks of constant prayer and struggles,
The LORD heard my prayers.
It happened gradually, over time,
But here I am now, realizing that I am looking at this season differently than I had before.
By God’s grace, I am learning to see it in the way I had been praying that God would help me to see it.
I don’t have time to go into details, as I have a huge exam tomorrow to study for.
But I will tell you this:
For now, the LORD has given me contentment here.
He has given me peace.
He has given me overwhelming JOY in Him.
He has been opening my eyes to the opportunities all around me,
All the things and people He has given to me,
And reminded me why I am here on this earth:
“To glorify God and enjoy Him forever.”
And He has been changing the way I’ve been living.
Changing the way I’ve been seeing my life.
Changing my attitude.
Helping me to enjoy Him and worship Him in this different, new time of my life.
I’m so happy I can hardly handle it. I’ve been praying for this for so long.
Praise the LORD.
It’s been about 5 weeks into the semester… I think. It still feels so surreal that I’m going to this school, learning what I’m learning. It’s been good. It’s been hard too.
It’s such a relief to finally be working with my hands, making things. Seriously, I’m going to school to make things on Photoshop and Illustrator, to draw with real ink and calligraphy pens, to edit photos… seriously? This is the most fun homework I’ve ever had, and it’s been so life-giving. But despite how easy and effortless it may sound, there is definitely a lot of hard work involved. A LOT. It seems like there’s been hardly been time to rest. But even still, I try to squeeze some time in to get out into the nature areas on campus and just forget about all the work for a few minutes. Every day has been full of constantly rushing around and getting things done, basically. There have been a lot of late nights, even one all-nighter (my very first ever of my college life). I’ve been so overtired, and therefore emotional. I wish I could sleep more, but it’s hardly an option. But I need to do so for the sake of my health… balancing self-care and school is hard.
I’m growing accustomed to the size and culture of this school. I’ve made a few acquaintances and a few new friends, which I’ve slowly been getting to know better. I have nice professors. I’ve ran into a few people I know who attend this school. Overall, though, it’s been a bit lonely. Making friends isn’t the easiest thing. But then again, I have nothing to complain about. Maybe solitude is a blessing. In fact, I’d say it is… in this solitude I’ve had more time to think, more time to pray. And solitude is helpful when my schedule is so busy, I suppose. At least I can focus on my work. I go to class, then I study for a few hours, then I take a walk around campus and explore the little wooded trails, or climb the hill. I pray as I walk, I look around me and take everything in. There won’t be many days of green and color and sunlight left, since winter is coming soon—I need to enjoy it as much as I can. Eventually I go back to the main building and study some more, then I go home when the sun sets. I then study for the rest of the evening, then go to bed. Repeat. Though it’s kind of lonely, I still see my friends at church, and every so often we get together to hang out. And I have a feeling that pretty soon I’ll feel more at home at this school—I’ll probably get to know more people and have more solid friendships there. Hopefully. The LORD knows.
I’m so thankful that this college has a campus. The last one didn’t, which was okay, but I’m glad that I have somewhere to escape to when I am overwhelmed with all the work and relax. There’s a large hill a minute’s walk away from the main building. I’ve climbed it nearly every day, and just would sit there on the top, between two oak trees, and pray, enjoy the sun on my face, calm my mind, and observe people walking by far away on the path below. Behind me, beyond that hill, is a maple tree, with bright orange-ish pink leaves, and beyond that, a little wooded path. That path… it’s so beautiful and peaceful. Once when I was walking on that path I saw a doe. It stopped for about 2 seconds, looked at me, and then ran away. Beautiful.
It’s so natural for me to focus on the negative things and not the positive. But I have to tell myself that there are so many beautiful things in this season, and that I will not have eyes to see them if I keep looking back with nostalgia and wishing I were still in that season. Yes, that last season had wonderful things, but it had its hardships too. Every season does. That’s life. But that’s not what I will focus on. May I focus on the positive things. Soul, open your eyes to everything that God has for you! All the grace He has… you finally get to pursue your dream of getting into design… you get to make things. You get to learn new skills that you’ve always wanted to learn. It’s only 5 weeks in and you can do so much already. And you’re HERE… by God’s grace; by His provision. This is such a gift. So be thankful. And don’t complain about the loneliness, or the change that is hard to adjust to. Every dream comes with its difficulties, but that’s the way things are. You can handle it, just trust the LORD, and He will be there for you in it all. There. I needed that self-exhortation. I feel so thankful now… God placed me here. And He will lead me through this season, and He will care for me and provide, according to His will. And I, by His grace, will do my best to be faithful and diligent. He’s given me this opportunity, so may I run after it wholeheartedly.
I’m so thankful the weekend is here. Praise God! Happy weekend, everyone!
New opportunities are wonderful things. Like being able to study graphic design. I’m so, so thankful that God has blessed me with such grace as this.
But I regret to say there’s part of me that is still stuck in the past, looking backward, refusing to embrace what is ahead for all that it’s worth. I want to embrace what is ahead, but I keep looking back at what is past, wishfully thinking I could keep living those days.
Because I’m leaving my old school. I’m leaving many of my friends there. I’m leaving the city I’ve called home for the past 3 years. I’m leaving behind many things I used to be able to do as a student there, and won’t be able to do here. I’m leaving behind the weekly chapel services there that so often blessed and encouraged me. I’m leaving behind a close-knit community of like-minded people who have built me up and blessed me in so many ways, and have taught me so many things.
A very good chapter. A hard, but beautiful chapter. A chapter I will never forget.
I am beginning to realize more fully that often with new seasons come sacrifice.
While it is very, very hard for me to leave this old season of life behind, I know I must leave it behind, in faith that God has new, good things for me in this new season.
I have noticed that in my life, with nearly every gain I can remember, came a little bit of loss along with it.
I am sure that there will be more good things ahead in the future.
I am sure that, LORD willing, I will be able to keep in touch with and get together with my old friends. We don’t live THAT far away from each other, though we are a bit further apart, distance-wise, than we once had been.
I am sure that I will eventually make new friends at this school, who love the LORD as much as I do.
And for sure, I am POSITIVE that in this new season, God will be with me, carrying me through it every step of the way, being my hope, my strength, my anchor.
He has led me here, and He will sustain me. So I will follow, by His grace.
No turning back.
God, I firmly believe that it is You who led me here… You made it happen so miraculously, so quickly. And so this seems to be what You have for me. And I want what You want for me, because You know what I want better than I do—You know what is best for me. Everything You do in my life is for my good (Romans 8:28) and ultimately for Your glory. And this season is no exception. I’ve seen You lead me here, and I’ve seen You provide, and I trust that You will continue to lead and provide. And where You lead, You WILL provide—You won’t just lead me somewhere to abandon me. You are my Heavenly Father, and You care for me beyond what I can imagine. You have much grace for me in this season, I know it, but right now it’s hard to imagine what You have for me ahead. So right now, in all of the unknowns, help me to just live in this season, obediently, with an open heart, open eyes, and open hands—ready to receive what You have for me, to see You and what You are doing here in me and at this school, and to do what You have for me to do.
I trust You. “Oh, for grace to trust [You] more.”
I’m very thankful that it is finally the weekend. This first week of school has been very fast-paced and rather hectic, just with all the stuff regarding credits not transferring, and because of the fact that I was accepted literally a day before orientation. Which is a miracle, and I’m not complaining at all—praise God that I’m here. Seriously. I feel so blessed to be in this season. I just hope that as time goes on I get into a groove. Now that I won’t have to be meeting with faculty so much to talk through my previous education experiences and why I don’t think I need to take an “Orientation to College Studies” class, things should be more manageable, and I will have more time and energy for homework.
I believe I am finally at a steady schedule now—I’ve been adding and dropping a few classes because of the uncertainty concerning transferring and which classes are required… but at this point I have 5 classes—Christian Worldview & Culture, Intro to Wellbeing, Typography, Intro to Digital Media, and 2-Dimensional Visual Thinking (which is an art class). Although the workload is nothing like the workload at my former school, I still am busy all the time and it’s been rather stressful. Every day has been go, go, go, with maybe half and hour each day of restful activity. And every day I failed in some way to deal with the stress. Sometimes I was not the most pleasant toward my family. I stayed up past midnight most nights, trying to get every assignment done WHILE learning how to navigate the student websites, which isn’t easy. Late nights caused me to have to fight hard to keep my eyes open and maintain consciousness in class (and even in a job training session yesterday… which is highly embarrassing. Thankfully I still have the job! haha) Besides all of this, there were one or two near-nervous breakdowns. Yes, this past week was kind of a mess, and so was I.
And this past week I kept thinking, I should really take some time to read my Bible and have fellowship with God. I know I need it… and I REALLY want so badly to just sit down for an hour or two in a perfectly quiet space and talk to God. But then I would think, But I don’t have time; there are so many things I have to get done TODAY. If I don’t I will FAIL this semester.
And so for the most part, my quiet times were put aside. Time with my Maker, Father, and Lover of my soul was put on a shelf. I’ll do it later.
In hindsight, I wonder how much this decision to “do it later” (a.k.a. hardly at all) affected my attitude, my outlook, and my level of peace (or lack thereof). My guess is, probably a lot.
No matter how pressed for time I may be, I can never be so busy that I don’t have time for God. In fact, spending time with God will depend on how the rest of my day will go—if I am spending some time with Him and asking Him for help to live this life to His glory, He helps me. My faith is stronger, my outlook is more positive, I am looking to Him rather than worrying about the future, and it is easier for me to love others. Apart from Him I can do nothing. And this past week, I seemed to have forgotten this.
This next week, I plan to not repeat this mistake, but to be more intentional about spending time in His Word, in prayer, meditating on His promises, being in Christian community, and following Him.
Hopefully this next week will be better.
P.S. How has school been going for you, all you students out there?
A miracle happened.
God game me a new opportunity, a new season.
This past week, I had been praying for a job. Now that I am pretty much done with my Associates degree (technically I just have one class left, which is in the spring), and am no longer under a heavy workload, I figured I would have plenty of time to finally get a real job and start working. So I looked for jobs. I started putting together a resumé. I prayed that God would lead me to the right job.
Well, He had different, better plans for me.
He led me (for I strongly believe it was HE who led me… I don’t doubt it) not to a job, but to further education (and an on-campus job, so the job part may be taken care of, provided I get hired. My interview is tomorrow, please pray if you would?).
“FURTHER EDUCATION?” You may ask. Yes. Hold on a second, let me keep telling my story.
I wanted to continue in order to get a degree in graphic design.
So I applied to two different colleges last Tuesday, and, miraculously, got accepted to one of them just yesterday.
So here’s the deal, folks: I’m transferring to another college. One that is bigger (and more liberal, but I don’t mind because I’m not going there for Theology). One that has way more people.
You guys. I have been praying and hoping for an opportunity to study graphic design, and the LORD just THREW IT IN MY LAP.
I start Monday.
It’s still so surreal.
All my life I’ve loved typography and beautiful design and editorial layouts and branding, and have experimented around on Photoshop FOREVER… and now I can make things like these. Now I can make my dreams reality.
I am over the moon.
…But part of me is a little sad.
With new seasons comes leaving some things behind. Now that I will be a full-time college student for two more years, my schedule will be more full. I may not to be able to see my friends from my old school as often as I would have wished (thankfully we still live close by and still can see each other often enough… till everyone graduates and moves on. Let’s not think about that right now). And I will miss my old school in many ways—that dear, little, academically-intense school… where many tears were shed, yes, but so many friends and memories were made. I will never forget that hard, yet beautiful season of my life. Yesterday when I found I was accepted, after I got so excited, I crash-landed in a puddle of tears… things are going to be different now. And part of me is afraid of the unknown in this new season. What will happen? Will I easily make new friends here? Will they like me? How often will I get to see my old friends before they graduate and move away… and I might not see some of them for a very long time?
But I am certain that the same God who carried me through all the unknowns of every new season of my life, can carry me through one more. (All of them, actually).
I look back to the time when I started college the first time around—taking that leap of faith, though I was so nervous and uncertain what to expect—and I see how the LORD blessed me in SO MANY WAYS. He changed my life there—He strengthened my faith, He sanctified me, He showered me with His goodness and taught me to ENJOY Him.
And looking back at His faithfulness, I am sure that likewise, He has good for me in this next season. More than that which I can ask or imagine.
He was with me then, when I was a little scared, clueless freshmen, and He will be with me now as transferring Junior. Every step of the way.
I prayed that He would not lead me anywhere unless He would go with me.
It seemed very clear that He wanted me to go. And so where He leads, I will follow. And where He leads, He will be with me.
I can’t wait to see what He has for me in this new season.
I had my last final interview this morning. 10 minutes beforehand, I was going through my notes frantically, trying to solidify as much information in my brain as I could. It was 9:07, and I had the 9:10-9:40 interview. Seeing that the classroom was empty, I walked into the classroom 3 minutes early.
“Hey, Madeline,” my professor greeted me. I greeted him likewise and sat down at a table, opposite him. After asking me a couple of smalltalk-y questions about my summer plans, he opened in prayer and then began interviewing me.
He began with the theme of authority. I was so glad—that was the theme I had focused on the most in preparation for this.
I talked about British monarchy, its clash between the Catholic church and the parliament, the establishment of the Anglican church, the “Divine Right of Kings”, the KJV Bible, etc., all the way to Dostoevsky and Crime & Punishment, with the theme of relativism and how the individual decides what is right and wrong; how Raskolnikov denies that his murder was a crime…
We talked about the development of “the nature of the self”, we also talked about Marx and Communism, the American Civil War, World War I, The Edinburgh Conference, Socialism and themes in Crime & Punishment (quite a wide spectrum of topics).
And 30 minutes later, just like that, I was done. FREEDOM.
It’s finals week.
This morning I walked into my classroom, where a few of my classmates had gathered together to study.
“Have you done your interview yet?” I was asked. (In this program we do finals in the form of 2 30-minute, one-on-one interviews with our professor, covering the information we learned over the semester and tracing themes throughout history.) I replied that I had not yet. Mine would be in half an hour.
“Can I pray for you?” one of my classmates asked me.
“Sure!” I said, not having expected the pleasure of getting to be prayed for. Aww. (The others had probably prayed for one another earlier, and I had missed it.)
She started praying, and in a second the others were all around me praying too—for clarity and the ability to recall everything I’d studied… You guys. My class is so sweet. I felt so blessed.
Then I tried to hurriedly intake as much information as I possibly could until 8:30.
/ / /
I saw one of my good friends. She gave me a hug. “How do you feel?”
“I don’t know,” I responded with a nervous laugh. I did not feel ready for this.
“I’ll be praying for you!” she said.
I walked into one of the classrooms and sat down with my professor. He opened with prayer, then we started.
“Over the year, we’ve studied the development in history of the relationship between faith and reason. Can you tell me about any themes we’ve studied this semester regarding faith and reason?”
I racked my brain. I knew I had made a long list of such themes in preparation for this interview, but I could not for the life of me think of the first theme on that list. An uncomfortable silence ensued. I looked down at the plastic table-top—white, with little black flecks in it, like vanilla ice cream—and tried to think.
Pascal was the first person I could think of, though I knew he was not the first contributor to the “faith vs. reason” developments since the 1500s. But I started with him.
Pascal had a positive attitude toward reason, but knew the fallibility of man’s reason…oh wait. Before that was Descartes—”I think, therefore I am”… AHA—he introduced the “subjective turn”: reasoning starting with MAN as opposed to starting with God. (Why, Pascal.) He also had his cosmological argument (cause & effect) for the existence of God, which was that an imperfect being cannot think of a truly perfect Being. In other words, he said that an imperfect cause cannot create a perfect effect—therefore God must be something existing outside of a person’s imagination; being most perfect, He must exist. (#Anselm) THEN there was Pascal. “Man is a thinking reed”—Pascal had a high view of human reason, but he knew that humans are fallible, therefore reason is fallible. “The heart has reasons of which reason knows nothing.” He held that God can only be truly known by the heart, not simply by reason ALONE… (paraphrased summary of thought process)
I went on, until I had said as much as I could recall. “I think that’s all I’ve got,” I at last said.
We moved on to other topics.
…”Well, it’s 9:00, so we have to stop.” he said after a while. “Thank you!”
I thanked him and left. One interview down. I did not know whether I’d done well or not.
“Madeline! How did it go?” a few classmates asked excitedly.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “I think it went alright…”
I went back to the classroom and checked my email. What, a grade back already? That was quick. It’s probably just a C, I told myself. I was not expecting anything good. I always had gotten Cs on my interviews.
Not this time— this time it was higher than a C. Wow, how unexpected! I was beaming. Praise the LORD! He had heard those prayers. Somehow, though I felt like there were many questions that I answered with “I don’t know”, and many awkward silences, and many times where I felt like I could not properly communicate what I was thinking, the LORD had given me the grace of a good grade.
One down. One more to go.
These past couple of weeks have been eventful.
In school, we finished reading Crime & Punishment. It was a very interesting book and well-written, and in many ways I enjoyed it immensely, but I’m not gonna lie, that was one of the hardest weeks of my life—it’s such a depressing and dark book! But it ends happily (arguably… due to its ambiguous ending, some of my classmates would disagree with me). We spent four class periods on it, and the classes were so interesting—there are so many themes in this book, it’s mind-blowing! If only I could have half the skill in writing fiction as Dostoyevsky had. After reading it we had to write a paper on some aspect in the book, and I turned in my rough draft just before midnight last night. My LAST rough draft, ever. What an amazing feeling.
While some days have been hard, these past couple of days have been quite joyful, actually. The LORD has been giving me a deeper love for Him and His Word—I’ve actually been motivated to read it these past couple days, and to pray more often and more deeply. And these times in His Word and in prayer have been so sweet and life-giving—it totally affects how joyful I will be that day! Lately I’ve been reading through 1 John, and various Psalms (102, 103, 62, 46 are all wonderful), Romans 12, Isaiah 53, etc.
I’m so glad that spring is finally here in its fullness—the trees have leaves now, the grass is no longer dead but living and green, and there are dandelions everywhere, and the temperatures are getting warmer. Praise the LORD!
I’ve been in a juicing/smoothie-making mood these days. A few of my favorite smoothie recipes have been:
While school has been stressful, nearing the end of the semester (two weeks left!), I’ve been intentional to take breaks when needed for the sake of preserving my health, and this has been so nice. During these breaks I’ve been taking lots of naps (I’m not being lazy… I’m so sleep-deprived that it’s absolutely necessary), journaling or reading my Bible, blogging, and working on my lettering business.
Last night, at 11:58pm, I turned in my music analysis paper. And then the reality hit me:
I can REST now. I’m on Spring Break.
And how good it feels!
Today has been a mostly relaxing day, but the part that was relaxing and joyful was absolutely lovely. I listened to some music. I journaled. I read Psalm 34 and John 15. I juiced some some apple-beet-carrot juice (I’ve been juicing these days, and it is wonderful), and heated up some chicken soup for lunch. I prayed. I sang as I worked in the kitchen. I read blogs. And now here I am. It’s good to have a little breather from school (not complaining—I love my school—but breaks are nice too), and be able to slow down for a while. During this week, I hope to:
In anguish my heart searches, seeking rest,
But there is none: two wills divide my mind.
My evil thoughts and actions I detest,
But somehow cannot bear to leave behind.
I feel this battle in my soul increase;
This sin I hate, yet love, grips me with force.
These habits, when will they at last decease?
They promise joy; I only know remorse.
Almighty God! From sins, deliver me!
These worthless things I somehow love, destroy!
From hollow, fruitless pleasures, set me free,
And make me captive to Your greater joy.
You’ve taught my restless heart to rest in You;
I now know joy unmeasured, joy most true.
(A sonnet I wrote for a school assignment, inspired by Augustine’s Confessions.)
Things have been going really well these past few days. School has been super interesting, and every day I’ve looked forward to the next class. We are now into our second week of school; we just finished reading and discussing Augustine’s Confessions and just today we discussed Augustine’s understading of the Trinity and of the Will, whether creeds and confessions are an important thing to have in the church (we’re reading part of The Creedal Imperative by Carl Trueman for that), etc. So many topics in one class period! It was so interesting though.
To provide context for future posts, I might as well add that hey, so I’m actually not a junior. I would have been, but last year the stress, the workload, the late nights and minor depression (from all of this) got to me, consequently last year things didn’t go as well as I’d liked, and I didn’t exactly pass. I had taken my fall sophomore semester, but couldn’t take the spring one until I caught up on some things. So I focused on my Greek, aced it, enjoyed a lighter workload for a season, and now I’m back as a Sophomore, 2.0. While this is hard in some ways going from one class to another, it’s been great being a part of this new class. From the start I immediately felt like I belonged, they were all so welcoming. Last year I had gotten to know some of these people, and became good friends with them. Now I get to be in class with them, and hang out with them all the time. It’s pretty sweet. Besides the people I already knew, I got to know the people I didn’t know very well. At this point I know everyone’s names and have talked to nearly every one of them, and they all are super awesome people. I left a great class, but I entered one that was just as equally great.
Now that I’ve provided some context, I can talk in the future about themes we’re studying without you all being confused – “didn’t you go through that material already?”
Besides academics, life has been good these past few days – exceptionally good.
So that’s a bit on how things have been going recently! I could say so much, but time is limited, and I’ve got to make supper and get to my reading (my reason for blogging was to wake myself up – I kept dozing off mid-sentence while I was reading, and would end up dreaming ends of sentences onto ones I had started while awake! So strange, haha).
And just like that… Summer flew right by. Now I only have a week left until college starts up, and while I’m eager to get back into all the school stuff, I want to enjoy and make the most of this last week of no schedules.
This summer has been a good one. A quick recap of what happened:
I spent a couple weeks home, hanging out a lot with good friends and making a lot of awesome memories. Then…
I spent several weeks working in the kitchen at a christian camp. It was great; I’ve worked there before and know most of the staff there really well. In the evening, when we weren’t working, the staff played games, or watched the Olympics together, or just hung out some evenings, which was fun. Some other evenings I just spent in my room having some down time, as I was so tired from that day’s work that I needed to get off my feet or spend a little bit of time alone (I love people, but I’m just a bit introverted and need a little time by myself every so often to recharge), and would read my Bible, or answer emails, journal or do handlettering. When we were working, we often played music to make things more fun. We played For King & Country, Rend Collective, and Phil Wickham many times, as well as “Geronimo”, “Baby Baby” (the contemporary version featuring Tori Kelly), “Gone Like A Freight Train” (a classic in the camp kitchen), and “Brother” by NEEDTOBREATHE (one of the best songs ever). We washed so many dishes. I burned my fingers repeatedly while stacking hot plates. I made nearly all of the gluten free baked goods. Sometimes they turned out well, and sometimes they didn’t, so they didn’t tempt me (a good thing; I can always use fewer carbs and sugars in my life). One of the best things about this summer was on the weekends, during staff meetings, when we would tell and hear stories of how the week went and how God worked in the lives of the campers that week. Oh, so good. In short, it was a good camp season, and I am thankful and blessed to have been a part of it.
Now I’m back home, and it feels nice, although not a ton is going on these days. I’ve been setting up my new room, which has been fun (I switched rooms, due to old roommates moving out and new ones coming in). I’ve been putting artwork and handwritten quotes all over the walls, unpacking and such – and sometimes just laying in front of the fan. We don’t have air conditioning, haha. I don’t have an actual bed frame yet, so I’m sleeping on a mattress on the floor (which isn’t all that bad, but once it gets cold and I start seeing mice, I’ll want to be off the floor).
When I haven’t been setting up my room, I’ve been reading for my first class, early. Or helping my friend address wedding invitations while watching olympics and seeing that 1st place tie happen in men’s swimming. Or going with a couple friends to “Targhetto” (a Target in the ghetto, pretty self-explanatory) and then to a used bookstore (I found so many classic children’s books that I had read in my childhood, and I wanted to buy them all! I totally would have if I weren’t a poor college student trying to be frugal, haha). Or biking to a coffeeshop and then (currently) waiting for the rain to stop so we can go home.
It’s over. Another semester… done.
My final final was completed, I turned it in, and I let out a huge sigh of relief, and let it sink in that now it had become officially summer. (and oh, you know that that one song from High School Musical was then stuck in my head for a long time afterwards… “what time is it… summertime… it’s our vacation!!!” I know. I know.) Friends got together to celebrate the end of another semester, with a bonfire, s’mores, and lots of laughter. Commencement happened. A few friends graduated with their Associates degrees. A few final hours were spent together the next day before we parted ways. Many goodbyes were said.
Many of my friends have packed up and gone home. Most of them, God willing, I will see next fall. Some of them, however (a few of the ones who graduated), I may never see again, and I’ll miss them. But I’m excited to hear about what God has for them next.
I came home this evening, and went into my room… and it was empty, since my roommate had left for home. So after getting emotional about how much I would miss her, I went to work rearranging the furniture, and took the top bunk, swept the floor, and put artwork and Bible verses and quotes in various places on the walls – it would be my room now.
Everything feels so strange right now. But I’ll get used to it. I’m thankful for another season of college life, and now I’m thankful for a summer, a time to finally relax – reading and blogging and writing and hanging out with people and studying the Bible and hand-lettering and doing other things to my heart’s content. I’m also excited to work this summer, and to see people that I haven’t seen in a long time. I’m excited to grow further in the knowledge and love of God, and to learn new things. I’m excited to spend as much time as I can outside, and get all the vitamin D I’ve been lacking.
I can’t wait to see what God has for me in these next couple of months.
Hey everyone! How are you all? The end of the semester is coming up so quickly, with only 3 weeks left! Gotta finish strong, get all those verb paradigms hammered into my mind. I’ve got pretty much all of my vocab down, so that’s good.
These days have been very mellow, most of them spent at home. If you’d ask me what I do all day, I would say, Greek. Read my Bible. Journal. Wash dishes. Text my sister. Listen to music. Do some hand-lettering.
Speaking of music, I’ve REALLY been enjoying The Gray Havens’ new album, “Ghost of a King”. Their music is so fun, and the lyrics are so cleverly written, and many of the songs have Gospel illustrations worked into them. It’s pretty cool. I really like “Shadows of the Dawn”, “Diamonds and Gold” which has a really catchy tune, and “This My Soul” whose lyrics are wonderful. Besides The Gray Havens, I’ve also been enjoying Jason Gray’s new single, “Sparrows”.
Now that it’s officially spring (it has been for a while, I know), I’ve been really enjoying all the springy things I’ve missed: birds singing, the windows open, rain pattering outside, sleeping with the fan on (YES), wearing skirts, and all that.
I’ve been asked to do a couple lettering projects recently, and it’s been pretty fun. I got to design my roommate’s wedding invitation, and just yesterday someone else asked me to work on a project for them. Um, YES.
Greek has been fun, as usual. Last week my professor led us all in a game of Greek Jeopardy and it was great. The category titles were pretty funny – for example, “Just Do It” for Imperatives (commands and prohibitions), “To Be Or Not To Be” for Infinitives (“to be” verbs), etc. Haha. I love Greek class. We’ve started calling the letter xi (ξ) “the squiggle”, ever since one of the guys in my class called it that, forgetting its actual name. So whenever we review the Square of Stops (a very hard-to-explain system in which certain consonants in Greek, when followed by a sigma, produce either phi, xi, or sigma), “when κ goes before a perfective aspect market σ, it will yield what?” We won’t say “xi!” but rather, “the squiggle!” Also, some of the mnemonic devices some people use crack me up. There’s this word, εγώ, that is procounced “eg-OH”, and it means “I”. A few weeks ago in class, when one of the guys was trying to remember the word, another guy whispers to him loudly, “What are your favorite waffles?” At which the first guy I mentioned lights up and says, “Eggo!” And then my prof says “Those are BARELY waffles, guys.”
In my devotions I’ve just finished Romans, and am starting 1 Corinthians and Acts. The Epistles are SO good (the whole Bible is… and by the way, I know Acts isn’t an epistle, haha).
Ahh, this sound of rain is wonderful. Some people hate rainy days, but I think they’re one of the best things ever.