Moment #7

There are a plethora of unpublished posts in my drafts section currently, all of them detailing just how nostalgic and sad and worried and tense I've been feeling lately. I've been so fearful of going off to work for a scholarship at my Bible college's summer camp, in only eight short days. I've been really gripped with nerves, but God, as He always does, answers my fears with peace and stillness.

Tonight, my sister and I saw a friend that we met two years ago at the same Bible college, and he stopped and prayed with us about our upcoming year, and the peace of the Lord just washed over us! It's like I had forgotten why I was going in the first place, and God just reminded me and refreshed me with His truth. It was an amazing moment, and I needed it immensely.

My mom said that I would have opposition to going to Bible college, even though it was clearly God's plan for me, and she was right. There have been distractions and discouragements, but no matter: God is in this plan for my sister and cousin and I, and no matter what apprehensions I might have, it's going to be amazing. This is going to be the best year of my life, and I can't wait.

"May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit." ~ Romans 15:13

I hope you've all had a great day. Don't forget that Christ is with you, always. We need to spend so much more time with Him, devote everything we have to Him. I can't wait to see what this next year is going to hold for me. I know I can trust Him, 100%. God answers prayer.

The Times They are A-Changin'

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I have sat at my computer trying to type this blog post for virtually thirty minutes. Usually when I'm struggling to write, it's because I'm drained of words, and am just trying to force myself to type. But right now, I have too much to say. I'm accumulating posts upon posts in my drafts section, each one full of emotion and nostalgia because of the inevitable: change.

Everything is changing for me right now: best friends are getting in relationships, others are getting married, or pregnant. I'm leaving to work at my Bible college's summer camp in only eight short days. Life is on the move, and I have no choice but to go with it.

I am the same girl who broke down in tears in the third grade when I came home to discover my mother had switched out my comforters for new bedding. (The nerve!) I can laugh at it now, but I was really upset back then. From an early age, I have regarded "change" as something horrible.

Now, everything is going to change. And I accept it, and think that it's going to be great and wonderful. In fact, I've been praying that I would be bold, excited and downright joyful during this new time of change. After all, life is constantly on the move. I can't avoid that.



Last night, I hung out with my best church friends again, really my best friends anywhere, and it occurred to me that I'm coming to the end of an era, the end of an age. My time with them may not be over forever, but hanging out after church as we've done for the past seven years is. I'm leaving. And that's hard for me to accept.

I thank God that He does not change, and provides places of refuge for me. This morning I ran in the park, and then sat down on the roots of my favorite tree, the one that will still be there when I get back, unmoved. I prayed and asked for wisdom and He led me to Psalm 27.

Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord. ~ Psalm 27:14

God is my consistent Rock to whom I can always go. I'm grateful that He does not change, even when everything around me is.

This post was a whole lot heavier than it could have been, and I promise I'm finding joy in the little things, despite all that is going to change around me: a breakfast at a bear-themed restaurant; hearing Billy Joel's "Piano Man" in the aisles of Home Depot; a delicious bowl of cereal this morning.

British Day

Earlier this week, I met my sister and cousin (the same sister and cousin that will be dorming with me, Lord willing, this year at Bible college!) for the most epic of celebrations -- our very own British Day. We made scones, sipped tea, listened to British bands on vinyl, and sat engulfed in quilts galore as we watched the televised glory that is Benedict Cumberbatch. Oh, Sherlock. We finished the first season; can't wait to watch more! It was definitely a day well spent, and we plan to do it all over again next week. Tally ho!

Tom Odell was a favorite! Quite emotional music for scone baking, hehe. We also listened to Mumford & Sons, Queen and Coldplay.

The scones turned out pretty wonderful, and tasty as ever. We ate them with little chocolate tea crackers while watching Sherlock. My sister (below, on the left) printed out a recipe, which was pretty dandy, if I do say so myself. I could eat these all over again!

My sister also was devious and printed out this little Polaroid-type photo of Benedict Cumberbatch, who watched over our proceedings for the entire day, like some disgruntled British angel. Blessed, blessed Benedict. Please smile.