This is a little over due, but I was slightly incapacitated in the head for a week. No worries… I’m alive (apparently) and I am back home, finally. I finished my first semester of college with my sanity (or at least all that I had upon entering) and so much useful knowledge; I could tell you all about the cotton gin and the Erie Canal… but additionally, I gained amazing friends, a couple of sisters, and a better sense of myself and who I am in relation to the world and to my savior. I learned that you don’t have to be who everyone wants you to be. Actually, to do that is to be stupid so do what you want and be who you want to be (as long as it’s who Jesus wants you to be.) I also learned that first impressions are not always indicative of a person’s reality, which can be a good thing sometimes. I learned that washing clothes is annoying and takes a lot of time, so thanks, mom, for being so awesome and washing my clothes longer than most. BUT I also learned that I thoroughly enjoy folding clothes. Weird. I learned that sometimes just being there for someone is enough. I learned that I run away from problems, rather than dealing with them. Conflict is tough. I also learned that when you don’t make time for Jesus, it makes life so much more difficult. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is that you don’t just gain knowledge in college. You gain wisdom too. So thanks, Carolina. I’m excited to spend the next 3.5 years with you.
I was in the library one day (or rather everyday) and I realized a few things:
-Chewing gum helps me to be a little less A.D.D.... but only a little.
-I’ve been in love with Usher since March of 2004.
-I really enjoy writing capital Qs. It’s a guilty pleasure of mine, because Qs aren’t very popular.
-I break my pencil A LOT when I’m stressed.
And one day there was a cucumber slice on the floor beside me… If someone killed Larry, I’m going to flip out.
Today
I washed 5 loads of laundry. Whoooooooaaaaaaaaaaa.
PAWPAW’S CHICKEN STEW IS SO STINKING DELICIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Congratulations, Titanic, for once again making me cry like a little girl. You’re very impressive.
I received a book from a dear friend of mine, which I finished today. It’s called The Best Christmas Pageant Ever and it’s about an awful bunch of brothers and sisters who stumble upon the set of a Christmas pageant and somehow land all the main parts. It’s a journey of their learning and understanding of the Christmas story and it leaves you thinking about it from a new perspective. I was left with this: Being broken is beautiful, because it helps us realize how beautiful our savior is. No matter how good we are, it’s not enough. But it’s okay, because no matter how bad we are, Jesus is enough.
Tonight I’m spending the night at Mawmaw and Pawpaw’s house, one of my favorite places in the world. I am sleeping in the bed which was once mine, in his cozy flannel shirt, soon to be mine. And as I lay here, I can’t help but recount all the wonderful things my grandparents have done over the years for not only myself, but everyone they know and many they don’t. Mawmaw is currently in the hospital, so please pray. She’s my hero, my sunshine, and my inspiration to do well in life. I can only hope to be half as amazing as Mawmaw and Pawpaw are. Never neglect an opportunity to tell someone how much you love them, how much you are encouraged by them, or how amazing they are. What’s there to lose? You’ll make their day.
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