A Good Weekend

Joy.  

That is all this weekend has been, one moment after another.  I have been surrounded by love and friends and the constant realization that this year has just been one huge blessing.  The weekend began at 2:40 on Friday when the movie in chemistry ended and we were all allowed to leave the darkness of Demaray 150.  When we entered the sunshine, Anna and I grabbed a blanket, some cards and some boys and headed up to Hill Hall Beach to soak up the sun.  We just sat there for two hours, listening to music and spending time together.  I sat there until I got a call from my beautiful sister and a few minutes later she appeared with crepe batter.  

We stood in the little kitchen in the main lounge and made a feast for ourselves.  The scent of the crepes in the frying pan filled the lounge and made everyone jealous who walked by, which resulted in our offering the crepes to anyone who so desired.  This is my sister: a stunning woman who shares love (and crepes) with everyone around her, even when life is so tiring.  Our sister-sister relationship has grown into a beautiful friendship and I am so blessed to have her in my life.  We went on from the crepes to Ingraham High School to see their production of Thoroughly Modern Millie, which was a joy to watch.  It was also a joy to see her and how she has put a mark on the lives of so many teachers and students their.  I love her so very much!

Saturday was another sunny day, busy and full of fun.  It began bright and early at the SPU Leadership Kickoff.  It was three hours full of the ice-breakers and team building games that I so often mock, but it was a really great time.  I have found my place for next year playing violin and viola on the worship team for next year.  It was a decision I rallied with for quite some time before finally deciding it was the right thing to do, but I know this is the right decision.  God has lead my life into directions I never thought it would go this year and I know this is yet another place where I can learn so much.  Saturday morning was a time of reassurance that I've done the right thing and I am so excited for the family that our staff will become.

Right after that, I went on to work, relatively uneventful, but still a good time.  The flower shop is in Fremont, "an artist's community" as my grandma calls it.  Not many customers, but I love seeing the difference in them.  Some buying a card in a rush between the wedding ceremony and the wedding reception.  Others ordering flower arrangements for anniversaries.  Grandmas buying gifts to spoil their newborn grandbabies.  A father buying a bouquet for his daughter, starring in "Oliver!"  Once all the purchases had been made, the floor had been mopped, the trash had been taken out, the planters had been taken in and the register had been put in order, I locked the door and hopped on my bike to head back to campus.

Waiting at campus was an evening composed of a ridiculous tradition called "Roomies."  The idea is that you set your roommate up with a date and everyone goes out for some sort of activity.  We all gathered in the lobby and shoved each other in the direction of our date for the evening.  I was pushed into a boy with red hair who plays the bass in a rock band and is 6'7".  Good work, Anna!  We jumped in to cars and ended up in a park in Magnolia that looks out over Seattle, the city which has been home for most of my life, but to nearly everyone else here, it is a newfound home.  We played games, roasted s'mores and enjoyed the love that flows between everyone on our floor.  So, as we played four square into the sunset and watched the moonrise, I realized what a joy it has been to be a part of Fourth Hill.  We're such a mismatched hodgpodge of people and it has been so much fun watching the way we all get along.  

When we got back to school, we stood in the parking lot for a ridiculous amount of time deciding what to do next...

"It's Saturday night, we can't just stay in!"

"Pizza!"

"I don't want to spend money, I'm poor and in college."

"Wendy's!"

"Fine."

Off we went to get the fast food that defines America.  It's delicious and we came back and enjoyed it under the stars.  Five of us all laid in the grass watching for shooting stars and talking about life for two hours.  People I didn't know existed nine months ago and I am still constantly learning new things about them.  It was a beautiful time and I won't ever forget it, as I leaned against a friend's shoulder and shared about my transition to SPU and the great blessing it has been.

We all turned in around 1:30 as we realized we had to get up in a few short hours for church.  What a school, SPU.  Sunday brought sunshine and the Hill Hall Beach Bash.  The Beach is what we call the big grassy area behind Hill Hall and it has been the place I have spent many hours not studying this quarter.  Today, it has been transformed into a huge party, complete with volleyball, barbecues and a slip and slide.  It's an unusual college that can make an entire afternoon of fun out of a steep hill, some dish soap, tarps and a hose.  It was such a good time and just topped off a beautiful weekend.  

It's nearly summer and we will have fun like this without homework lurking in the back of our minds, but what was special about this weekend was that we were all together.  Hill Hall has been my home for 9 months and I won't every forget it how beautiful they were.  We are a family and I can't wait for next year, when we'll all be together again for Round 2.  I love you, Hill Hall!

Picnic by Starlight

Last night, small group was different.  It started at ten with a walk to Fremont and the intention of eating a celebratory cone of ice cream.  Celebration of Jill's play, but truly a celebration of a year of being together.  A year of being there for each other's every need and a year of wonderful Thursday nights.  These nights have been peaceful, joyful and tear-filled...to each week its own.  I sometimes don't realize how much of an impression has been made until it's over and that applies to this group.  Yes, I always appreciated them and loved going to small group, but it wasn't until last night that I realized how important they all are to me.  Valerie, Alina, Lara, Candice, Rachael, Kristin and Jillian.  Without this small group, I know these friendships would not be at all what they are today.  So, as we sat there by the canal beneath a blanket of stars and street lights reflecting on the water, I thought about these girls and how much they mean to me. 

Alina: English major with the sensibility of a business minor.  From sunny CA and sometimes gets sad when the dark grey Seattle clouds encroach on her days.  She is one of our leaders, beautiful and fearless.  She keeps us on track and I'm nearly positive that she prays for us hourly.  I can think of many days when I ran to her in fear and excitement to share whatever news I had.  When I ran to her, she was there with open arms and I appreciate her love so much.

Candice: One of the most beautiful human beings alive, inside and out.  A visual communications major with an artistic flair that spreads into every aspect of her life.  She's a proud citizen of Beaverton, OR and she won't let you forget it.  She's my accountability partner: We check up on each other and make sure the other is doing okay.  Our times together were spent playing music and drawing and I won't forget them.  She's got a heart of gold and I can already tell that she has a good life ahead of her.

Rachael: The two of us got to know each other over afternoon viewings of "Friends."  She wants to be a pediatric oncologist, which requires more courage than I will ever have.  It felt like she had an O-chem test every other day, yet she made it to small group almost every single week.  She puts so much love and care into every relationship she forms and our conversations are always so sincere.  I have loved getting to know her and I am excited to know her even more in the future.

Kristin: My twin.  For the first month of school, the two of us were confused often and I barely even knew who she was.  All I knew about Kristin is that people called me Kristin and they called her Holly.  She joined the crew team at the beginning of the year "just because" and now she gets up at 5:30 every morning and loves being on the crew team.  She missed our last small group because she was in New Jersey competing at nationals.  She always brings so much to our discussions and maintains a positive attitude through thick and thin.

Jillian: A missionary kid from Germany who loves to act.  Many of our conversations have been with a pen and a notebook passed back and forth between the hours of 9:30 and 10:50.  Without Jillian, I would not have made it through two of my worst classes.  I kept her awake and she made sure I did my homework.  Though she was discouraged at times, she always found the courage to make it through whatever she was going through and found things that made life better.  She shared her German chocolate with me and we talked about life...they were good afternoons.

Lara: Naperville, Ill.  A theology major.  A beautiful soul.  I remember spying on Lara through facebook before I even met her.  I thought she looked awesome and indeed she turned out to be quite awesome.  She takes seriously the things that require that attention, but so often she is just a goofball and she brings so much joy and laughter to all of us.  She always left her shoes in my room, but part of me is glad about that because whenever I returned her shoes we would always have a good chat about life before we went on with our days.  She's moving off our floor next year to be an SMC, but I have no doubt God will use her in great ways.

Valerie: Groupie (of the small group and the band variety).  In addition to being our second fearless leader, she also works a ridiculous amount of hours a week, takes a million credits and still manages to spend time building relationships with those around her.  Yesterday, she even drove to Juanita with us just to hear our band play six songs.  She has beautiful red hair with curls that bounce when she walks and she doesn't wear shoes on Mondays.  So many things intrigue me about Val Baby, but I love her so much and I look forward to spending more time with her.  

There they are: Seven wonderful girls who I may not have been friends with if this small group hadn't existed.  As we sat beneath the moon and listened to waves crash onto the sides of the canal, I thanked God for the blessing they have been in my life.  So, whether or not we'll be able to stick together next year, I know that we'll still be there for each other.  I know that I will be able to turn to each and every one of them for prayer and support in the chaos that sophomore year has the potential to be.  Thanks girls, for blessing my life!

Happiness

Just looking it up in a thesaurus made me happy:

Pleasure

Contentment

Satisfaction

Cheerfulness

Merriment

Joy

Jollity

Glee 

Delight

Good spirits

Lightheartedness

Well-being

Enjoyment

Peace of mind

LAUGHTER

The last time I saw Grandma, she said all of my posts were beautiful, but too sad.  I'm sorry, Grandma, if I made you think I'm sad.  I'm not.  No, I'm not sad at all.  I don't know why all of my posts have been sad, but I thought about it and here's why:

I have ten stories to write about on my blog about wonderful things that have happened, but never the time.  I'm overwhelmed with so many joyful stories and I don't know which ones to choose.  There isn't time to tell them all and when there is time to write, it's often when I'm feeling low and don't care to be out and about.  That's why they're all sad, Grandma, but here I have a happy one to share and I dedicate it to you.

Last weekend, I was out with some friends from high school and we hadn't seen each other in a couple months.  When they asked me how I was doing, I had to think about it for a moment because I wanted to give them an honest answer.  I thought about all that happened this quarter, the lowest of lows and the highest of highs, and I smiled.  

"I'm doing so so good," I told them. 

"Really, why?"

"Nothing in particular, everything is just so great right now."

How blessed I felt to be able to honestly tell them this.  There are three weeks left of school, I have a horrible cold and I've never been more stressed out than I am right now, but it's still so good.  I told them that school is going great, my family is as wonderful as ever and my friends have blessed me beyond belief.  This year has been a life-changing one for me and I am so thankful that I ended up at SPU.

This quarter has been so challenging and there have been numerous let-downs, but the good things far outweigh the bad.  God continuously provided for me, even when things didn't go the way that I had hoped they would.  What has blessed me the most of all is the community I am now living in: Fourth Hill.  I still remember when I found out I was living in Hill Hall 463 and it meant nothing to me.  Now it means more than anything and I wouldn't want to be on any other floor on campus.

Forty-three women, each one of us very different from the rest, but all living in very close proximity to one another.  We share everything, from books to colds to life stories.  We are there for each other when we are bawling our eyes out, when we are laughing hysterically about nothing in particular and everything in between.  There are times when I want to be left alone, but the girls won't leave me alone and I am grateful to them for it later.  Often, when I want to be left alone, it is better when there is someone by my side...and there always is.  The same applies for when I want to be with someone doing something fun and exciting, when it's really best to sit in my room and feel peace flow through me.

Last weekend, most of the floor was gone on the floor retreat, but I had to work the next day, so I stayed on the floor.  It was so quiet on the floor, but it provided me with a glimpse of what my life would be without them.  There was nobody running down the halls, no music blasting next door and nobody yelling at their across-the-hall neighbors.  These are things that sound so annoying written on paper, but in real life, they are what make it all complete.  They are the things that result in laughter and friendship and the full understanding of each other that only comes from living together.  I missed the noise, but it was nice to pause and realize what a great impact these forty two girls have made on my life.

Without them, college would not have been the experience it has been.  They are there for me and I am there for them, we serve each other in love.  

Anna B, Candice, Mary MG, Missy, Leanne, Kathryn, Alina, Caitlin, Jillian, Em, Rachael, Lara, Lauren, Heather, Mary W, Jamie, Becky, Alyssa, Bryn, Bekah, Grace, Becky Jo, Kristin, Sarah, Jessica M, Rachel, Valerie, Aly, Liz, Krista, Ali, Emily, Anna S, Emma, Megan, Jenna, Jessica S, Dani, Hannah, Nicole, Natalie and Teylar.

There they are: forty-two reasons I am happy.  Forty-two reminders of the blessings that Christ has poured into my life this year.  In spite of the chaos that will ensue in the last three weeks of school, I know we'll be there for each other, because that's what we do.  We sit around and enjoy the time we have with each other, until it turns to ten o clock, and then it's time to do homework. 

May 6

Until three years ago, it was any other day.  And then the unthinkable happened.  Maren Kataleena DeVries was gone...through her own doing.  She was a wonderful girl and she left the world all too soon.  I wrote a letter to Maren as a form of closure after she died and I wanted to share some of it because her life was just so important to me.  

It's sometimes hard not to see how amazing someone is until they're gone...Yes, Maren, you were wonderful and it is so hard to believe that you're really gone...You were amazing, do you know that?  You made life so much more fun, more exciting, and you always provided so many reasons to live life to its fullest...You made a difference in so many lives.  I'll never forget you Maren, please know that.  I don't know where you are or if I'll ever see you again, but I could never forget you and your shining personality.  You had a strong and courageous spirit and I admired it and it inspired me to develop that kind of spirit in my everyday life.  I think of you constantly and I have no doubt that your memory will be in my heart forever.  

She was a beautiful girl who I met on the first day of high school when I was scared and felt alone.  I remember the day I wondered through the lunchroom wondering where to sit.  She saw my terrified face and invited me to sit at her table and from that point on, we were friends.  Four years ago, the two of us were sitting on the grassy slope outside Ballard High School eating our sack lunches and laughing about the dumbest things.  It's just not right that three years ago, I was sitting with the sophomore class at the memorial service of a fifteen year old.  I miss her, I really do and it kills me to think of all she's missing.

She missed graduation...something she probably would have done with six medals around her neck and four extra chords.  She missed the whole composting fad, which I know she would have been an avid fan of.  We could have mocked Justin Timberlake's "Sexy Back" together.  She missed Barack Obama!  The world is changing so fast, but she is standing as still as can be and I hate that she has to miss it all.  She would have loved college and she would have changed the world, but she can't.  She taught everyone in her life to live differently, though.  She taught us a love that we would not otherwise know.  She taught us that everyone has a different story and we have no right to judge anyone when we know very well that our own story is full of its own flaws.

So, here I sit, three years later: Remembering May 6 like it was yesterday and thinking of what I can do to honor her beautiful life.  I think the most anyone can do is show the same kind of love and passion for the world that she did.  She's not here to show it, so we need to do our part and love just a little more. 

  

The Familiar Fall of Rain

It's been a little while since I've seen you, Rain.  I'd be lying if I said I haven't missed you...I have.  There's something about your presence in the air on this particular Saturday night that has brought so much peace to my heart.  Perhaps it's not just you.  I think it's many things that have brought peace to me today, but right now, you are the one that makes it all complete.  I'm sitting quietly in a room with two friends and the only noises heard are the soft music coming from Anna's computer, our fingers tapping the keys on our keyboards and the rain dropping onto the bright green leaves of the trees.  

For a week, life has been going non-stop.  It's mid-terms, applications, interviews, deadlines, decisions and worst of all: It's been sunny.  When the sun is out, nothing is accomplished.  All we want is to bask in all its glory and forget the load of work we still have to do.  After we have spent a day forgetting, we are forced to spend an entire night cramming.  We try to relax through four cups of tea, comfortable chairs and our slow indie music playing in the background.  Nothing seems to work and we simply must settle with the fact that we will not sleep as much as is healthy and our shoulders will be tense for a few days.  Five days this goes on and by Saturday, it's all over.

I was hoping to be woken this morning by the sun's familiar brightness, but I wasn't.  I instead flinched when my roommate's alarm went off and I thought in my mind that I had to get up and go to school today.  Then I remember it's Saturday and I don't need to worry.  Already, peace.  I look out the window and the clouds are the regular Seattle palette of grey.  I watch from my bunk as a few students slowly mosey away from the dorms, putting their hoods and hats on.  Rain has returned to our campus and life has slowed down.  Today, we will be able to stay inside and be still.  But first things first: TO WORK! TO WORK! TO WORK!

I hop on my bicycle grudgingly head towards Fremont.  The area is not bustling with people and excitement, just a few people standing under the cover of Peet's as they wait for their bus to arrive.  I look through the big window of Starbucks and I see Chris Hanson gesture for me to come inside.  I give him a hug and see the table in front of him piled with books...he's got a busy day ahead of him, too.  Sometimes it seems like the busyness will never end, but a pause to see a friend is what helps us all get through.  I must go on, though, the flower shop can't wait.  I open the door and free Rani from her position behind the cash register.  She smiles and explains to me that today is the slowest day in flower shop history.  Oh well, I guess I'm not the only one who wishes she were home right now.

The flower shop was quiet, but it was nice to talk to the people who ventured out today.  Most of them came in to be warm and dry for two minutes, but they are friendly and I enjoy the company.  When they walk out the door, I turn into Cinderella: cleaning and singing along to the music.  Time doesn't go by so slow, the rain is beautiful to watch as it falls against the shop windows.  Before I know it, 6:00 hits and it's time to close up.  I bring in the plants that sit outside and they get me all wet.  A man helps me take down the hanging pots as he sees I'm too short.  The soaking flowers splash all over my face, but I don't mind...the rain is lovely.

I lock the doors of the shop and grab a slice of hot pizza.   I ride my bicycle along the canal on the way home, I'm in no hurry and I like to watch the rain fall into the water.  After I park my bike, I walk up the stairs to Hill Hall that sometimes feel so long.  I change into some dry clothes and find my place on the couch.  The boys leave after a few minutes to go to a concert, but Anna, Megan and I chose to stay right where we were.  It's warm and we can smell the rain through the open window.  We are quiet, but sometimes words don't need to be said.  We are in each other's company and that is enough for me.  How I love these girls and how thankful I am that the rain has convinced us to stay in tonight.  It's quiet and that is what we need.  Thank you, Rain.

An End to Confusion...Think Again

My oh my, what an exhausting day today has been.  For the past two weeks, I have been waiting for Monday April 20 to come.  This was supposed to be the day when everything became clear to me.  I would be assigned the position of "Student Ministry Coordinator" or I wouldn't and that would dictate the rest of my decisions.  If only it were as easy in reality as it is written on this page.

I ran to check my email after my first class and the stretch between Otto Miller 127 and Hill Hall 463 never felt longer.  There were a hundred different scenarios in my head: I got it in Hill, I didn't get it at all, I got it in Ashton, I got it on the same floor as one of my friends...so many options.  Only one would be true, though, and it was the one I didn't want to be true.  The email simply said: Close, but not close enough.  Not those words exactly, but that's what I translated them to as soon as my eyes hit the screen.  Tears welled up in my eyes, even though I had prepared myself for this possibility.  I didn't realize until I didn't have the position how much I really wanted it.

The rest of the day felt so very long, but it was filled with so many blessings.  I felt this way a year ago when I didn't get the lead role in Guys and Dolls.  It's a feeling I never wanted to feel again, but here I am with the same sickening turning in my stomach.  My friends were surprised, my mother was more upset than me and I ran to the canal with my best friend to watch the ducks.  That's what we do when we're sad or confused...we just sit and watch them.  Watch their happy little lives and wonder what it would be like to be a duck.  She cheered me up and I was able to lay my head on her shoulder as my tears rolled onto her sweater.  A friend is one who knows exactly what you're thinking when you can't find the words to express them.  And she knew, yes she knew what I was feeling.  What a beautiful friend she is to me; I love her so much.

Of course, though tears were constantly in my eyes, the day did get much better.  So much love and support surrounded me at moments when I so desperately needed it.  Through big bear hugs, encouraging words and Becky Jo's message of "God has a bigger plan...a BETTER plan", my heart was uplifted so very much.  The worst part of the day was my two hours of solitude at work.  Normally there are three of us in the office, but I was all alone today.  Alone with my thoughts was the last place I wanted to be, but it was where I needed to be.  I could, much to my dismay, hear myself think and that is what helped me to pull through.  I left work and stepped into the beautiful sunshine that would be in the sky for another three precious hours.

So there I lay, among my friends, with my thoughts apart from the disappointment and fully focused on the beauty of these relationships.  I thank God for these friends daily, they are the ones who help me through my days, build me up and help me become the woman I am meant to be.  He has provided me so much and in those hours at the end of my day, I realized that all will be well.  Becky Jo was right, God does have a bigger and better plan for me.  

Frustration arose later this evening when I realized that I thought being an SMC was the plan and now I just feel lost.  I was heading down one path, and now God has told me to turn around and find a different path.  But what is that path?  I have been asking for so long and waiting for an answer for so long, yet nothing becomes clear.  Then I opened my Bible and the words of Psalm 13 were glaring at me from the page:

"How long, O Lord?  Will you forget me forever?  How long will you hide your face from me?  How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and every day have sorrow in my heart?  How long will my enemy triumph over me?  Look on me and answer, O Lord my God.  Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death; my enemy will say, "I have overcome him," and my foes will rejoice when I fall.  But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation.  I will sing to the Lord, for he has been good to me." 

Those were the words in my heart (put much more diplomatically, though) and then there was an answer.  "I will sing to the Lord, for he has been good to me."  I will wait once more for the path of my life to become more clear.  I am at peace.

Your Will

I have been struggling to the point of madness over the past two weeks trying to figure out what on earth to do with my life.  To be a student ministry coordinator, to play on the Wednesday night worship team, to be in the plays, who to live with, what classes to take, what major to be, on and on and on.  This is what college is to me right now: an institution where we sit in classes to learn, yet our minds travel elsewhere.  Our minds travel to questions unanswered and a desperate search for the correct answers.  Relationships are muddled by the confusion in our own lives.  Tolerance levels for the people and actions around us are at an all time low.  It has been much too much to handle.

On Sunday, though, my wonderful father gave a sermon that was exactly what I needed to hear, perhaps even what I wanted to hear (So often, what we need to hear is not at all what we want to hear, I'm sure everyone has felt that way at one point or another).  So many questions were buzzing around in my mind and I wanted to find the answers.  No, I didn't want God to present them to me, I wanted to find them myself.  I wanted CONTROL, who doesn't want control of their own life?  The sermon was about us living the will of the father, rather than the will of ourselves.  Exactly what I needed to hear.

If I am to call myself a Christian, I cannot go about doing whatever I please.  There are things in my life that I love and have passions for, but I need to make room for new passions.  I need to do the things that Christ is calling me to do, but the struggle has been in hearing that calling.  It shouldn't have been such a groundbreaking realization to me as to why I couldn't hear that calling.  I was too busy and caught up in my own world to listen to His voice.  We all get caught up in our own thoughts, struggles and feelings, leaving no room for what is truly important: His voice in our lives.  One thing that stood out to me most was when he told us that one of the reasons we stop listening to God is that we're afraid of being called where we don't want to go.

After this statement, I realized that the Christian life is not meant to be a burden, it is meant to be an adventure.  I read a verse in Luke (in the Message translation) Chapter 6, vs. 24 that showed me this.  

"But it's trouble ahead if you think you have it made.  What you have is all you'll ever get."

If we don't take any risks or leaps of faith, we'll never get anywhere.  We will stay in the same comfortable place all our lives and never see the world that has been set out before us.  Faith is meant to take us places where we would never otherwise go.  It is meant to spread our capacity to love all over the world and live a Christlike life here on earth.  I have to give up my life to God, give up everything I have, drop it all and follow Him.

On Wednesday night, I came to the realization that no matter what I do next year, God has His hand over it.  What peace I found from such a realization.  How silly of me to hear the words "Your will, not my own be done" and never truly understand the meaning until now.  How foolish I was to sing the words of worship songs and on so many occasions, barely even believe what I was saying.  Oh, how my life has changed this year.  I thought coming to SPU would be going back into a safe and familiar Christian bubble of a world.  Yes, it is a wonderful Christian community, but it has challenged me in ways I never would have been challenged if I were on a different campus.  

This week is Holy Week and we sang tonight "Christ has died, Christ has risen, Christ will come again."  I sang these words with the realization in my heart that Christ gave up His life for the broken human race.  He gave His life to ensure the salvation of a group of broken people.  We are helpless, but through Christ's death and resurrection, we are able to have hope in a dark world.  I sang the words with a smile on my face: CHRIST WILL COME AGAIN!