*Resolutions Update*:
they have taken a rocky path, but I’m still moving forward, just at a slower
rate than anticipated. I hurt my sciatic nerve, not sure how, but it’s been
causing a lot of pain (although my mild scoliosis probably didn’t help they
think). One fix to the pain via doctor’s orders was to stop any impact work
outs and to take some time off all together. Devastating, but an opportunity to
get creative with new ways to get into shape, water aerobics and yoga here I
come!
What do you want to be when you grow up? What are you doing
after you graduate college?
These questions are ones that I’ve
avoided like the plague… and I’ve been graduated for three years now so it’s starting
to get a bit difficult diverging conversations into a different arena. Honestly
I haven’t had any idea of what I’d like to be as I continue growing up, but I
do know I have with all my heart been trying to walk through the doors I feel
the Lord leading me. I was talking with
a coworker last week and something occurred to me, mostly because I answered
before I had the chance to think about my answer- isn’t this often when we
either come to some great solution and/or say something we will completely
regret, what a tricky sharp sword. I don’t remember the question but my answer
was that I can see myself and would like to be a part of an international
missions organizations; something that serves kids or poverty stricken
individuals by doing. I want to serve Christ and spread His abounding love by
doing something for others. By providing income, food, shelter, medical care,
clothing- something tangible. Maybe it’s
in part to how I process love, you can spend lots of money on a gift and I will
honestly be astonished and appreciative of such an exuberant gift (and probably
a little uncomfortable and undeserving), but for me if you choose to spend time
with me, bring me food when I’m sick, provide emotional support when I’m down;
well that’s when I truly feel loved.
I think, for me at least, to truly be a servant of Christ
means I spread his love by meeting the needs of people, by first being there
and doing, and through this opening up the world of the Gospel to those who are
lost or hungry in more ways than one.
So with that all said, I’m glad I didn’t take the path of
the reality tv star, because those ample offers poured in, much like the rain
in my beloved Oregon. Just kidding. But really, my love hate obsession with the
Bachelor, where in I love watching it and hate myself for enjoying it,
continues. Here are all the reasons I would make a horrible Bachelor contestant
(sorry to break it to you Nana, I do know how much you’d love for me to go on
there).
1. I close my eyes in pictures. Not on purpose. Not
in a cute playful way. Basically, the flash scares my poor lids into closing so
fast I look perpetually high throughout my lifetime of photos. So bad that 7
years after taking my senior photos, my photographer still remembered me.
2. I don’t nearly have enough glitz and sparkles. I
own no sparkly dresses, although confess I’d like one. I prefer less make up
than more. I will wear heels but have to agree with Amanda Bynes in She’s The Man when she says (summing up
here) that heels were designed to let men chase down women easier, so they are
worn quite irregularly and with hesitance by me.
3. My meanest version of a put down I could muster
in a woman’s Bible study was “oh you silly B.” Let me clarify it wasn’t
directed at anyone though. I’d get eaten alive by the catty girls, and the
others I would like so much as people I’d never want to beat them and see them
crying. I will say my quick wittedness would give them a run for their money
though.
4. I would never ever, ever…ever accept a key to a
man’s bedroom. Really? One, I’m not a concubine in the kings harem. Two, I can
proudly say I’m waiting until there is a ring on this finger and a wedding
certificate signed. And three, they make the women do all the work and I just
plain put my foot down to that. How about a little chivalry men.
5. I like bugs, dirt, science, odd medical marvels
and watching fascinating documentaries; which some may say I throw the word fascinating
around a little too loosely.
6. I prefer quality over quantity. Which almost
sounds mean. I’m sorry, I’m just a silly B sometimes.
So there you have it, reasons why it’s a good thing I’ve been
led in a different direction as far as my occupation. Do I dream of walking the
red carpet in a glamorous yet classy gown- of course I do. But do I dream more
of humbly serving others in need- yes, I think I realized I do.
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