The Lining is Silver

So, if you are familiar with my life at all, you know that I have experienced some changes over the last year.  For example, I've had to buy some new pants. Actually, new shorts if you want to be specific.  It's because my favorite grey shorts (also known as the greytest shorts of all time) ripped.  In a big way.  Like, an into-the-trash-goodbye-forever kind of way.   Not even going to lie, I cried about it.  I bought those shorts the summer before freshman year at AU, and wore them probably three times a week any time it was warm enough outside. They fit PERFECTLY through semesters and summers, mission trips and vacations, bike rides and hikes. Seriously, the best shorts ever.  If I could have incorporated them into a quilt or something I so would've.  I share many many memories with those shorts!  We were friends. (Just kidding! ...sort of.)  I was in denial when they started to wear out a little, until it happened.  I was doing a very normal activity at the b

Peeve: verb annoy; irritate synonyms: vex, anger, exasperate, get on someone's nerves Recently, I had breakfast with a friend who is both old and new.  Old in the sense of knowing her for a long time, and new in the sense that college has bettered our relationship.  We both graduate in May, which means we are both starting to hunt for "real" jobs, and are facing this semi-frightening transition of becoming "grown ups".  And we both pray. A LOT.  I know that people who haven't been in this place in years may not remember, but this [at least feels like] it's a big deal.  Definitely big enough to go to Chappy's for breakfast and discussion. It's easy to daydream and idealize how you think your life will turn out.  You know, how you will move to your favorite city, get your dream job making $$$$$$$, marry this type of guy, have this many kids in this certain type of house, etc.   Daydreaming is easy.  Actually figuring all these thi

God makes me a morning person. Seriously, if there is something I need to be awake and alert and happy for even when I have gotten less than the recommended amount of sleep, I will wake up before the alarm and feel completely rested.  It's nuts. Today is Saturday, my only day of the week with an opportunity to sleep in, and this is the first Saturday I've had the chance to in a while.  So obviously, what happens on this fine morning at about 6:45?  I not only wake up, I wake up in the mood of Cinderella.  If I didn't have four friends staying with me this weekend, I probably would have danced around singing as I made the bed and cooked breakfast.  It would have sounded pretty bad, but no one sounds like Cinderella when they sing in the morning anyway. Since there are four other people here this weekend instead of the usual me, I didn't want to wake up anyone else (the Keurig is SO LOUD when you are trying to be quiet) so I decided to take the time to  sit with my

Pretty conflicted in how I feel about having time to blog today.  On one hand I'm totally pumped!! No classes, lots of sunshine (even if it's a little chilly), and all day to finish projects, do laundry, and go get groceries!  I would say WOOHOO! ...except some of us start exams next week. As in final ones.  While normally not having class would be a huge dream come true, today it is just stressing me out.  (If it does not stress you out, and you can say WOOHOO! today, that's awesome!  I just can't join you.)   I needed class today to keep me on top of things, for my own sanity.  No class for bad weather I understand, I mean, who wants to walk to class when it's monsooning? (Apparently that's not a word, because it keeps correcting it to moonshining.)  But the AU ALERT that came to my phone literally right after I had gotten up to get ready for an 8am said:  "Classes cancelled, normal ops suspended for Wed 4/16/14 due to student & parent an

This is a post that I have continuously talked myself out of. Why? Because I don't like stepping on people's toes. (Is that grammatically correct?) However, there has been such an onslaught of this topic in my life recently that I feel like something must be said.  So if you are not in the mood for some slight 20 year old ranting, I suggest you come back for another post. (I am writing this as myself, obviously, but am also hoping to convey some thoughts from many other young women around me.)  **Disclaimer: I am not a grown up.  Nope.  I am not married, engaged, a mother, nor do I presently have a career.  So there are some adult perspectives and experiences that clearly I have not yet encountered. This is strictly from my still-a-kid perspective. As kids (teenagers in particular), I feel like it is easy to become embarrassed and frustrated with our parents.  I don't know, maybe you and your mom were bff's while you were in high school, if so, good for you! B

This semester has been the strangest yet. I feel old and still super young at the same time.   It's pretty confusing.   Earlier this morning I was doing today's lesson in the (super great) bible study my group is doing this year, and a part of it included looking up Proverbs 31:10-31 and listing all the duties of this virtuous woman in different categories.  (We are studying the life of Ruth currently and this week is about her faithful obedience, and God keeping his promises, etc.)  I've read this passage at least 100 times in my life probably, but had never listed out all the things she does until this morning.    Come to find out, the majority of her duties she fulfills seem to be physical, active things.  For instance getting up early (verse 15), working with her hands (verse 13), the spinning staff (verse 19), makes garments (verse 24)... Like, verse 17 literally says: "She draws on her strength and reveals that her arms are strong."