My birthday included thrift shopping and a great lunch at Cotton Blues with my boyfriend.
Best birthday yet.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
2 of 365
Nobody likes you when you're 23.
My birthday included thrift shopping and a great lunch at Cotton Blues with my boyfriend.
Best birthday yet.
My birthday included thrift shopping and a great lunch at Cotton Blues with my boyfriend.
Best birthday yet.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
1 of 365
I'm on the road to revamping my blog and actually blogging. For now, just look how handsome my boyfriend is.
2012, you were a bitch and a half. Bring it on, 2013. I'm ready for you.
2012, you were a bitch and a half. Bring it on, 2013. I'm ready for you.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Summer Reading List
Well Summer's almost over and the list hasn't even been created. If you're from Mississippi though, summer last until November. I've still got time.
When working with Invisible Children I was always recommended so many books, but never had the time to pick one up. Here's my wish list of books I want to read before the end of 2012.
When working with Invisible Children I was always recommended so many books, but never had the time to pick one up. Here's my wish list of books I want to read before the end of 2012.
On the Road by Jack Kerouac
John Adams by David McCullough
Searching for God Knows What by Donald Miller
Love Does by Bob Goff
Runaway Jury by John Grisham
(only because my PoliSci class requires it)
That should last me until the end of "summer", right?
I sure hope so.
Happy reading!
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
I'm coming home
You heard it right folks. Come May I will be moving back to the Magnolia State. I'm so ready for some southern hospitality and Nana's sweet tea (I'm also requesting your famous chocolate cake, nana.)
My time with Invisible Children has become a monumental part of my life. I've grown more and learned more than I ever thought I would. Needless to say, I'm so sad it's drawing to a close. Doors close and others will open, and I'm so excited for the next chapter of my life.
Today my teammate Kristin and I were laying in bed (we slept until noon. Can I get an amen?). We were chatting about life and what it's going to look like after IC. We both have our own struggles and hurdles to get over, but Kristin shared something so beautiful with me. When the Red Sea parted for Moses it didn't part before he stepped out. The sea parted when he stepped out. He stepped out on faith and God followed through. Powerful.
We have to remember that we need to have vision. Vision for what we can't see because what we can see isn't actually what we're going to get.
I'm stepping out on faith. I don't know what I'm doing other than going to school, but that's okay. I have faith that God will show me the way. I just need to take that first step, give up control and trust.
So friends, be in prayer for me as I finish this chapter and start a new one. I need your support. It's going to be a big difference going from living in a house with 64 people to living in an apartment by myself. I'm going to miss the adventure and the challenge, but that's one thing IC has taught me. Life is an adventure. Find the refreshing joy. Live a life that demands explanation. The adventure starts here.
My time with Invisible Children has become a monumental part of my life. I've grown more and learned more than I ever thought I would. Needless to say, I'm so sad it's drawing to a close. Doors close and others will open, and I'm so excited for the next chapter of my life.
Today my teammate Kristin and I were laying in bed (we slept until noon. Can I get an amen?). We were chatting about life and what it's going to look like after IC. We both have our own struggles and hurdles to get over, but Kristin shared something so beautiful with me. When the Red Sea parted for Moses it didn't part before he stepped out. The sea parted when he stepped out. He stepped out on faith and God followed through. Powerful.
We have to remember that we need to have vision. Vision for what we can't see because what we can see isn't actually what we're going to get.
I'm stepping out on faith. I don't know what I'm doing other than going to school, but that's okay. I have faith that God will show me the way. I just need to take that first step, give up control and trust.
So friends, be in prayer for me as I finish this chapter and start a new one. I need your support. It's going to be a big difference going from living in a house with 64 people to living in an apartment by myself. I'm going to miss the adventure and the challenge, but that's one thing IC has taught me. Life is an adventure. Find the refreshing joy. Live a life that demands explanation. The adventure starts here.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Gold in the Garbage
I've always known about spiritual warfare, but I've never been completely aware of it. I've never associated it with my life. These past few weeks have been rough and I've been under so much attack. I can't sleep, I question my purpose, I cower down in the face of adversity and I'm stricken with fear at night. This is not me. I don't want this.
Today Madi and I decided to go to church at Hillsong NYC. It was cold, rainy and I did not want to go. We ride the train into Grand Central Station and stop to get some breakfast before we headed to church. Out of nowhere a young man lean against the table next to us.
"You have good auras," he said.
We don't know how to respond, but we do so with a friendly smile. Immediately I feel uneasy. As the conversation continues he starts asking personal information about us (What's your name? How old are you? Where are you from?).
"Do you remember you past life?" he said.
"I don't believe in past lives," I responded.
He jumps to his defense and starts saying it's scientifically proven. I just say, "Sorry, I believe in God."
"I believe in God too," he said. He proceeds to tell us his name which I will not repeat because I still cringe when I think about it. He tells me to count the letters in his name: first, second and last. I don't want to, so he does so for me. His first, middle and last name all had six letters in it. I didn't want to jump the gun, but he beats me to the chase. "Not all demons are bad," he says to me as his eyes roll in the back of his head. We leave completely defeated.
We walk the many blocks to church in silence, trying to process what just happened. I've always heard of "spirits" taking the form of humans to tell them something. We honestly don't know if he was real or if he was truly evil coming to combat us. I haven't been able to escape this warfare. As we reach church there's a line wrapped around the building. Defeat, again. I want to turn and run.
We get in line only to be greeted by a beautiful woman who welcomes us and takes interest in why we are there. We tell her about Invisible Children, she gives us comfort and says she will be praying for us. Encouragement.
As we make our way in the church we realize that there is standing room only. Why did we stay? I'm not sure, but it was for a purpose. We worship, we pray and we are still tormented with this feeling of defeat. The pastor preaches on Gold in the Garbage. No matter the circumstance, there is gold in the garbage. It was perfect for what we are going through at the moment. Half way through the service he mentions a video about a man who abducts children and forces them to fight in his rebel army. I freeze as he mentions KONY 2012 and immediately want to run in defeat. Can I not escape the criticism? He proceeds to tell us that he sat down with his family to watch the film and through this film his two daughters came to know the Lord. Then his daughters shared it with the children's ministry and even more children came to know the Lord.
I break into tears. The negativity, the critics and the people who tell me I can't do this have haunted me for weeks. Then one pastor in a church in New York City, who doesn't even know I'm in the audience, reassures what I already know. Prays for exact things that I need like sleep, confidence and courage. God is so good.
We have to persevere. God is on our side. Our God is so much bigger than the problem. We need to take joy in that. We are a factor in the equation. We as the church who are furthering the kingdom are a factor and evil wants to do everything it can to combat us. Put on the armor of the Lord and stand with strength. God's power will show up when you need it most.
Three things that the pastor shared with us are three things that I will repeat to myself daily.
1) We need to have vision. Vision for what you can't see because what you can see is not always what you're going to get
2) Have peace. Peace in the pressure. Life is built on Jesus and he is immovable. We have the Prince of Peace with us. Have peace, brothers and sisters.
3) In the end, have grace. Grace when you get there. God brought you out, so testify in humility and give the glory to the Lord.
Today Madi and I decided to go to church at Hillsong NYC. It was cold, rainy and I did not want to go. We ride the train into Grand Central Station and stop to get some breakfast before we headed to church. Out of nowhere a young man lean against the table next to us.
"You have good auras," he said.
We don't know how to respond, but we do so with a friendly smile. Immediately I feel uneasy. As the conversation continues he starts asking personal information about us (What's your name? How old are you? Where are you from?).
"Do you remember you past life?" he said.
"I don't believe in past lives," I responded.
He jumps to his defense and starts saying it's scientifically proven. I just say, "Sorry, I believe in God."
"I believe in God too," he said. He proceeds to tell us his name which I will not repeat because I still cringe when I think about it. He tells me to count the letters in his name: first, second and last. I don't want to, so he does so for me. His first, middle and last name all had six letters in it. I didn't want to jump the gun, but he beats me to the chase. "Not all demons are bad," he says to me as his eyes roll in the back of his head. We leave completely defeated.
We walk the many blocks to church in silence, trying to process what just happened. I've always heard of "spirits" taking the form of humans to tell them something. We honestly don't know if he was real or if he was truly evil coming to combat us. I haven't been able to escape this warfare. As we reach church there's a line wrapped around the building. Defeat, again. I want to turn and run.
We get in line only to be greeted by a beautiful woman who welcomes us and takes interest in why we are there. We tell her about Invisible Children, she gives us comfort and says she will be praying for us. Encouragement.
As we make our way in the church we realize that there is standing room only. Why did we stay? I'm not sure, but it was for a purpose. We worship, we pray and we are still tormented with this feeling of defeat. The pastor preaches on Gold in the Garbage. No matter the circumstance, there is gold in the garbage. It was perfect for what we are going through at the moment. Half way through the service he mentions a video about a man who abducts children and forces them to fight in his rebel army. I freeze as he mentions KONY 2012 and immediately want to run in defeat. Can I not escape the criticism? He proceeds to tell us that he sat down with his family to watch the film and through this film his two daughters came to know the Lord. Then his daughters shared it with the children's ministry and even more children came to know the Lord.
I break into tears. The negativity, the critics and the people who tell me I can't do this have haunted me for weeks. Then one pastor in a church in New York City, who doesn't even know I'm in the audience, reassures what I already know. Prays for exact things that I need like sleep, confidence and courage. God is so good.
We have to persevere. God is on our side. Our God is so much bigger than the problem. We need to take joy in that. We are a factor in the equation. We as the church who are furthering the kingdom are a factor and evil wants to do everything it can to combat us. Put on the armor of the Lord and stand with strength. God's power will show up when you need it most.
Three things that the pastor shared with us are three things that I will repeat to myself daily.
1) We need to have vision. Vision for what you can't see because what you can see is not always what you're going to get
2) Have peace. Peace in the pressure. Life is built on Jesus and he is immovable. We have the Prince of Peace with us. Have peace, brothers and sisters.
3) In the end, have grace. Grace when you get there. God brought you out, so testify in humility and give the glory to the Lord.
"Garbage seasons will come and go, but your faith filled spirit can be built to last."
Take heart. We will overcome.
Amen.
Take heart. We will overcome.
Amen.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Today..
I spent much needed time with the Lord.
Ate my weight in bagels.
Had my first roadie breakdown.
Realized that I cannot do anything alone.
Noticed that my team is completely rooting for me as I am for them.
Opened my heart to people.
My independence has always gotten in the way. When I start struggling I never want to draw attention to myself and accept it. I want to be strong for people, and show people I am strong. But strength is not seen by not showing emotion. Strength is being aware of your emotions, not being scared to let people in and admitting that you're not perfect. The thing that completely opened my eyes was this blog post by my sweet friend Jennifer. Read it. Soak it in. Embrace it. It speaks nothing but truth.
Ate my weight in bagels.
Had my first roadie breakdown.
Realized that I cannot do anything alone.
Noticed that my team is completely rooting for me as I am for them.
Opened my heart to people.
My independence has always gotten in the way. When I start struggling I never want to draw attention to myself and accept it. I want to be strong for people, and show people I am strong. But strength is not seen by not showing emotion. Strength is being aware of your emotions, not being scared to let people in and admitting that you're not perfect. The thing that completely opened my eyes was this blog post by my sweet friend Jennifer. Read it. Soak it in. Embrace it. It speaks nothing but truth.
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