Tuesday, December 16, 2008
While the Magic Still Lingers in the Air
I walked into my apartment this afternoon with snowflakes clinging to my eyelashes and hair. It felt otherworldly.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Updates and Random Musings
My brain has felt so scattered lately that I can't imagine that it will fail to show up on this blog. Finals are approaching, my professor is becoming an increasing difficult person with whom to deal, and time is moving too slowly for my liking, but too fast to finish everything I need to do.
However, I am going to Amsterdam this summer. We've raised hundreds of dollars in change for the Invisible Children campaign. I come back to an apartment with about 250 books that we plan to send to Schools for Schools. I have found the joy of listening to Mika by myself and with my roommate, dancing for joy in the sound of happiness even through complexity. I find myself laughing with friends even more at this time, when things feel rushed and way too deep to wade through. In other words, I can't decide what I feel. Happy, content, or stressed, upset.
Amsterdam. AMSTERDAM! AAAAAAAAAUGH I'M SO EXCITED! "Baby went to Amsterdam, she put a little money into traveling, now it's SO. SLOW. SO. SLOW." I can't help but picture nights of dancing to my iPod with workers from South Africa, Australia, America, Europe. Riding my bike through the countryside, where perhaps the tulips will be in bloom. Dragging friends to concert after concert, and taping tickets up on my wall.
And the biggest thing of all, but also the biggest challenge. Telling people around me about the ways that GOD has moved through my life, molding me into such a different person through His wise plans. I want to see people turn to God as He has turned me around towards Him. I don't know if I'll be the one to share this with other people this summer, but I desperately want to see those that I meet find some peace in giving their burdens over to the Lord.
One last random thought. I love this poem. It's very famous, since it's by Shakespeare, but Shakespearen or not, it speaks volumes to me about the nature of true love. Not necessarily the love that we humans give to each other, but the pure essence of love that only GOD can truly understand and give.
However, I am going to Amsterdam this summer. We've raised hundreds of dollars in change for the Invisible Children campaign. I come back to an apartment with about 250 books that we plan to send to Schools for Schools. I have found the joy of listening to Mika by myself and with my roommate, dancing for joy in the sound of happiness even through complexity. I find myself laughing with friends even more at this time, when things feel rushed and way too deep to wade through. In other words, I can't decide what I feel. Happy, content, or stressed, upset.
Amsterdam. AMSTERDAM! AAAAAAAAAUGH I'M SO EXCITED! "Baby went to Amsterdam, she put a little money into traveling, now it's SO. SLOW. SO. SLOW." I can't help but picture nights of dancing to my iPod with workers from South Africa, Australia, America, Europe. Riding my bike through the countryside, where perhaps the tulips will be in bloom. Dragging friends to concert after concert, and taping tickets up on my wall.
And the biggest thing of all, but also the biggest challenge. Telling people around me about the ways that GOD has moved through my life, molding me into such a different person through His wise plans. I want to see people turn to God as He has turned me around towards Him. I don't know if I'll be the one to share this with other people this summer, but I desperately want to see those that I meet find some peace in giving their burdens over to the Lord.
One last random thought. I love this poem. It's very famous, since it's by Shakespeare, but Shakespearen or not, it speaks volumes to me about the nature of true love. Not necessarily the love that we humans give to each other, but the pure essence of love that only GOD can truly understand and give.
Sonnet No. 116 by William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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