this Monday I start my senior year of college. Wow. this is crazy…i honestly can’t believe it. it was just three years that i moved into wesley hall, and would start to call albion my home. i honestly didn’t think i would make it this far. i am not going to lie, i am terrified for this year. after this year i will be in the real world, trying to figure everything out. and i mean everything out. i don’t know what i am doing or where i am going after this place. i really don’t want this season of my life to be over in a few months. the sad thing is, is that this season will be over in a blink of an eye. a blink of eye is all i have. man, albion is my home; i feel out of place anywhere else. it’s weird. i don’t know what is next for me, but i have feeling its going to be good. i know it’s going to be good. God is too good, to allow it to be bad. we will just have to see.
this is crazy…i will be a real adult soon…where did the time go….i think i want to be 5 again.
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I have been reading this amazing book called “The Trellis and Vine.” It is all about how we need to shift the way we think about ministry, the gospel, and people. We need to change the way look at people primarily. I feel like often times when we are doing ministry, we are more concerned with the number of people in the room then the actual people in the room. Numbers are great—they are a great way to measure growith overall, how your outreach team is doing, and seeing if people are connecting with your ministry efforts. But numbers will only get people so far.
The problem with churches and other organizations is that the leadership team is often concerned with how many butts are in the chairs; there’s a problem with that. There are actually a few issues with that form of thought. Instead of people being known by their name, they are actually known by a number. Or worst, we embrassingly introduce ourself to the same person five or six times before we remember them. The number one thing I have an issue with the belief numbers mean more than people is simple. When we care more about numbers than the actual people and hearts there: we get nothing done, we don’t create relationships, we don’t see people change, we witness great thing be destroyed, and the list doesn’t stop there. There are so many different things that arise when we are all about the numbers and not people.
The number of members a group has says nothing about the group, at least in my opinion. The group can have 5 members or even 20 members and be an awesome group. The group can have 10 members or 30 members and be a horrible group. It is not about the numbers of butts that are in chairs, but the souls that are there. A person’s heart can change pretty quickly: if we care, if we ask those tough questions, and if you show Christ’s love. We should be able to recogize that growth in a person if we know that individual personally. Personal relationships only bloom if you care and that you show take that risk.
This may just be a long and drawn out rant, but I think it is something that needs to be shared. It great when thousands of people hear the gospel, but how can know their response or how they handled that, if know one knows them. And I am not just talking about knowing someone’s name, but knowing their heart too.
Seriously so blessed to have this amazing chica in my life. God surely knew what He was doing when He was planning this summer. I swear we have become sisters over the last few months; it’s crazy, and I would change a thing!! I am so happy that God introduced us, Angus…opps I mean Aggie!
This summer has been completely different than summers before it. There are so many differences. My is long. I am working out on a regular basis. I am wearing jeans a lot. I am even wearing more skirts. Those are the only the small changes. The small differences. The major difference of this summer is that I am an adult and living on my own. It’s my responsibility to make sure that checks don’t bounce, that I have enough money for rent and food. It’s fun, but at times it is terrifying. The one last big difference is that I am living away from home—well kind of anyways. I am living my college town, instead of my home town. I am living in a small town that is completely different in the summer than in fall or even spring. It is quiet and peaceful. That maybe my favorite thing of all. But other than the peace and quiet, I really like the fact that I am getting to know people. Like really getting to know people. It is a difference experience, because during the school year I only have so much time to get to know the people of my church community, but this summer I am really getting to know them. I am getting to know their facial expressions, their likes/dislikes, and their stories. I am getting to know the real them, not just the “Sunday” them. It is refreshing and encouraging.
When I became a Christian, two things happened. I got saved, and I got loved. I got loved so deeply that it still amazes me when I think about it. Because I got loved so deeply, I want to please the One who loved me that much. I may not always please him—sometimes I even run in the other direction, because his love love can really hurt. I may chafe against pleasing him; I may not even speak to him. But I’ll tell you something: I want to please him, and when I don’t please him, it hurts. Now if I really want to please him, I know what pleases him. I find that out by reading the Word and listening to his commandments. When I know what he wants, I want what he wants. Love does that to you. But I must know what he wants. That is why we must never soften the teaching of the law of God. Holiness is very important teaching as long as it is given in the context of God’s love.Steve Brown, president of Key Life.
10 things I will tell my daughter. - Julia LaValley (via steadies)
1. Do not date a boy who does not care what your favourite song is. The boy who does not care what melodies ignite your heart strings with love and wonder while staring at passing street lights on the last train home, will not care if it’s 2 a.m. and your heart is breaking.
2. Do not let anyone fold you up like last winters tattered scarf and put you away with the others in a neatly labeled box. Even when there’s thunder and the sky is crying, you are your mum’s favourite summer dress. You are to wear yourself like you believe it.
3. We are all stories. Write yours how you want. Make today’s chapter about purposely taking the wrong bus and discovering a tiny blue tea shop, or folding origami paper hearts over and over on your window sill. Just make sure it’s something you’d enjoy reading.
4. I will always try to save you.
5. Someday you will be 19 and lost and heartbroken and you will think about a place you’ve seen on TV or heard or read about in a book or seen a picture of. You will feel your heart drop into your stomach. Go there. For a day, a month, forever, but it’s important that you go.
6. The world is so beautiful. Do not let the slumped over homeless man outside the convenience store or the stories of guns and bombs on the television let you believe otherwise. We are all so lost. All of us. We all show it in different ways. I write bad poems. Others start wars. There is no inherent evil, only good people searching too hard.
7. I love everything about you.
8. Money turns people into liars and emotional ghosts. School grades are an inaccurate representation of you. Measure your life’s worth in how many times you’ve nearly lost your life to laughter, how many books you’ve closed with happy tears in your eyes, people whose lives you’ve brought joy to, marshmallows eaten, or countries visited.
9. Don’t ever let anyone tell you to stop crying. Cry if you want to. It’s okay. You’re allowed.
10. My best friend once told me that the most important decision he had ever made was to love everyone and everything. He’s the only person I’ve ever known to have a viewable aura of light around him. Don’t forget to love this world, to love people. Be light. You are already mine.
I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.Mary Kate Teske (via wanduring)