Heard a voice on the radio
It made me think of you
Wonder what you did today
Everything that you've been up to
Do you miss me
Do you think
I do enough of that for both of us
Heard a voice on the radio
Strong and deep and sure
You make me laugh
And that reminds me
Sometimes real love is pure
Do I miss you
Do I think
You stopped enough for both of us
Heard a voice on the radio
Maybe someday I'll hear yours
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
The Great Protestant American Work Ethic
The USPS heralds it: neither rain, nor sleet, nor wind, nor . . .whatever. . .will keep them from getting the mail through. Hooah, oorah, and whatever other manly sounding buck up and face the storm sort of expression you can come up with, the idea of working and making it to the office regardless of the obstacles in your way is a grand American precept.
The forces of nature we are supposed to endure and slog through also contains sickness.
Nevermind the fact that, if you stay home for a day when you feel slightly gross, your body will have a chance to recoup and ward off the forces of infection assailing your valiant immune system. Go to the office! Demonstrate your commitment and fortitude to the cause of data entry and other tasks that simply would not get done without your dedicated presence at every given opportunity. While you're there, your coworkers will provide unwillingly welcome little havens for the rapidly growing family of infectiousness inhabiting your upper respiratory system.
Of course, upon infection, a reasonable person may decide to remain at home to give their courageous leukocytes a chance to build more effective defenses. This person will be simultaneously pitied and unspeakingly scorned for their weakness. Then, because said person really isn't a slacker, but a legitimately interested employee with a desire to aid their department, person will figure out a workable solution for doing some mildly irritating task from home.
Person will rejoice via text-based communication to a fellow employee and fellow employee will then inform person that some policy, somewhere, deems person not able to do said mildly irritating task from home.
Welcome to the American workforce.
The forces of nature we are supposed to endure and slog through also contains sickness.
Nevermind the fact that, if you stay home for a day when you feel slightly gross, your body will have a chance to recoup and ward off the forces of infection assailing your valiant immune system. Go to the office! Demonstrate your commitment and fortitude to the cause of data entry and other tasks that simply would not get done without your dedicated presence at every given opportunity. While you're there, your coworkers will provide unwillingly welcome little havens for the rapidly growing family of infectiousness inhabiting your upper respiratory system.
Of course, upon infection, a reasonable person may decide to remain at home to give their courageous leukocytes a chance to build more effective defenses. This person will be simultaneously pitied and unspeakingly scorned for their weakness. Then, because said person really isn't a slacker, but a legitimately interested employee with a desire to aid their department, person will figure out a workable solution for doing some mildly irritating task from home.
Person will rejoice via text-based communication to a fellow employee and fellow employee will then inform person that some policy, somewhere, deems person not able to do said mildly irritating task from home.
Welcome to the American workforce.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Dropping Out
Withdrawing. Retreating. I prefer to think of it as advancing to a more strategic location.
It's amazing how something that evokes an initial reaction of disappointment or chagrin can actually be good.
Over the past couple of weeks I've learned the reality of steps determined by God as opposed to the ones planned by me. Yesterday, I withdrew from Regent University, and I don't regret it one bit. When I think back on my time with them, it becomes rather obvious that I was grasping for security in the here and now and my own understanding, rather than trusting that God did indeed have the master plan.
It takes me a while to learn these things. PHC was the same way at times.
Anyway, I'm no longer a student, and by all initial external appearances, there's nowhere for me to go.
But that's not the reality of it.
Never before in my life have I really felt as though I'm living confidently in faith. Sure, I've had moments of clarity, but these past few days have just been SO amazing! I want to write down every moment and capture it to look back on someday when it doesn't seem really possible, but in order to live it out, I can't stop and reflect for as long as that would take.
As sudden and seemingly random as all of the changes in my life as of late seem to be, I should be freaking out. But I'm not. At all. In a way, dropping out of school is kinda like an eaglet getting dropped out of nest . . . and discovering what it means to fly.
Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need. ~Hebrews 4:16
[nursing school, here i come!]
It's amazing how something that evokes an initial reaction of disappointment or chagrin can actually be good.
Over the past couple of weeks I've learned the reality of steps determined by God as opposed to the ones planned by me. Yesterday, I withdrew from Regent University, and I don't regret it one bit. When I think back on my time with them, it becomes rather obvious that I was grasping for security in the here and now and my own understanding, rather than trusting that God did indeed have the master plan.
It takes me a while to learn these things. PHC was the same way at times.
Anyway, I'm no longer a student, and by all initial external appearances, there's nowhere for me to go.
But that's not the reality of it.
Never before in my life have I really felt as though I'm living confidently in faith. Sure, I've had moments of clarity, but these past few days have just been SO amazing! I want to write down every moment and capture it to look back on someday when it doesn't seem really possible, but in order to live it out, I can't stop and reflect for as long as that would take.
As sudden and seemingly random as all of the changes in my life as of late seem to be, I should be freaking out. But I'm not. At all. In a way, dropping out of school is kinda like an eaglet getting dropped out of nest . . . and discovering what it means to fly.
Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need. ~Hebrews 4:16
[nursing school, here i come!]
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Great Expectations
Somewhere along the line, I gave up expecting anything.
Anything, that is, save disappointment.
The realist in me requires some sort of disclaimer: disappointment is part of life.
The cynic says that's all there is to it.
The optimist says "disappointment means you hope!"
And the rest of me is sick of labels and analyzing and just wants to be me.
Basically, God's been teaching me to expect Him. I spent so much time constructing this model of how I think that life should work. And as I live, it becomes increasingly apparent that my plans aren't necessarily the ones that He has for me. From college to career to the confuddlement of relationships, nothing is as I thought it would be.
But it's good.
Anything, that is, save disappointment.
The realist in me requires some sort of disclaimer: disappointment is part of life.
The cynic says that's all there is to it.
The optimist says "disappointment means you hope!"
And the rest of me is sick of labels and analyzing and just wants to be me.
Basically, God's been teaching me to expect Him. I spent so much time constructing this model of how I think that life should work. And as I live, it becomes increasingly apparent that my plans aren't necessarily the ones that He has for me. From college to career to the confuddlement of relationships, nothing is as I thought it would be.
But it's good.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Huh?
So I've crossed that invisible line that I avoided thinking about for so long.
Last week, I went on a date.
It was fun.
It was also weird. I don't date. Come on; I'm...me. Me doesn't go out with some random guy who just decides that he possibly likes me. This is completely foreign. I've heard of people doing things like this, but God, I'm finally in a place where I like my life. It's not bad. Seriously. You let me do what I want, when I want, and I like it that way. Men just complicate this really nice arrangement we've got going, and I don't want any complications. The last few years have been plenty complicated and I'm ready for quiet simplicity.
I think I need to change my expectations.
Last week, I went on a date.
It was fun.
It was also weird. I don't date. Come on; I'm...me. Me doesn't go out with some random guy who just decides that he possibly likes me. This is completely foreign. I've heard of people doing things like this, but God, I'm finally in a place where I like my life. It's not bad. Seriously. You let me do what I want, when I want, and I like it that way. Men just complicate this really nice arrangement we've got going, and I don't want any complications. The last few years have been plenty complicated and I'm ready for quiet simplicity.
I think I need to change my expectations.
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