Friday, May 6, 2011
ministry teams
After a year and a half of being here at Liberty University and trying out for ministry teams, God generously placed me onto a team! I'm stoked to say that this fall, I will be singing and playing my little heart out for the worship band of YouthQuest. It's a ministry team comprised of 20 members, sectioned up in three ways, all sharing the same passion: to love Christ and to love His children by way of worship, creative arts, and discipleship. We'll travel 8-10 weekends out of each semester and have our spring tour in FLORIDA! You guys, I can't even tell you how excited I am to meet the people we're destined to meet on these trips. What a blessing and what an honor it is to be able to serve God and His people in such challenging (yet, super cool) way! I can't wait.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
character versus comfort
It’s almost four am here in Lynchburg.
I laid my head down at 12:30, then I fell into that weird in-between stage between being asleep and awake. That place is the worst.
I tossed and turned and tossed and turned. I tried fluffing my pillows and putting my down comforter in between my legs to keep my knees from knocking together. I felt completely comfortable physically (I have the most amazing bed ever), but spiritually, mentally, emotionally, I was getting ambushed.
I got a call this morning from a debt collector. It wasn’t anything ostentatious, just a hospital bill from when I went to the ER last semester for strep throat (I tried calling out of work the night before, but my then-boss said she was going to fire me if I didn’t show up to work that morning at 4am with a doctors excuse).
I thought I paid the bill last semester, so I double checked my bank statements, and sure enough there was a check to Centra for $110. But the debt collector said that was separate from the $125 bill she had. The $110 was only for the room. The $125 was for the actual doctor. It would have been cheaper just getting fired.
So, needless to say – that set me back some (as did the $570 it took to fix my car the other week).
With money on the mind, I started looking into borrowing money for classes this summer. So I called financial aid to see how much I could borrow, and let's just say it never goes as expected and it always puts me in a bad mood. College is so darn expensive!
At this point, I'm just depressed. Seriously. So I went into work at 6:30, worked until 10:30, picked up a shift for this morning from 9am-3pm, and signed up for four extra hours to my already 8-hour workday on Saturday, where, for every extra two-hours I work, I'll earn a $10 giftcard to Sheetz. Gas money, hello.
I might be a little bitter that I won’t get to go home earlier today or be able to stay longer on Saturday, but you know – you just have to do what you have to do to avoid a visit from the repo man.
I know that God has me right where He wants me - even if that place has me up to my eyebrows in debt. But sometimes for that very reason (and this is just my flesh speaking), I resent it. How on earth am I going to be able to do this whole adult-life thing after college? What kind of job am I going to get that will allow me to pull rent all by myself, bills all by myself, and these student loans all by myself? How in the world is this going to be worth it?
Oddly enough, the most comforting thing I heard today was that God cares more about our character than He does our comfort.
I'll be shutting up now.
-C
I laid my head down at 12:30, then I fell into that weird in-between stage between being asleep and awake. That place is the worst.
I tossed and turned and tossed and turned. I tried fluffing my pillows and putting my down comforter in between my legs to keep my knees from knocking together. I felt completely comfortable physically (I have the most amazing bed ever), but spiritually, mentally, emotionally, I was getting ambushed.
I got a call this morning from a debt collector. It wasn’t anything ostentatious, just a hospital bill from when I went to the ER last semester for strep throat (I tried calling out of work the night before, but my then-boss said she was going to fire me if I didn’t show up to work that morning at 4am with a doctors excuse).
I thought I paid the bill last semester, so I double checked my bank statements, and sure enough there was a check to Centra for $110. But the debt collector said that was separate from the $125 bill she had. The $110 was only for the room. The $125 was for the actual doctor. It would have been cheaper just getting fired.
So, needless to say – that set me back some (as did the $570 it took to fix my car the other week).
With money on the mind, I started looking into borrowing money for classes this summer. So I called financial aid to see how much I could borrow, and let's just say it never goes as expected and it always puts me in a bad mood. College is so darn expensive!
At this point, I'm just depressed. Seriously. So I went into work at 6:30, worked until 10:30, picked up a shift for this morning from 9am-3pm, and signed up for four extra hours to my already 8-hour workday on Saturday, where, for every extra two-hours I work, I'll earn a $10 giftcard to Sheetz. Gas money, hello.
I might be a little bitter that I won’t get to go home earlier today or be able to stay longer on Saturday, but you know – you just have to do what you have to do to avoid a visit from the repo man.
I know that God has me right where He wants me - even if that place has me up to my eyebrows in debt. But sometimes for that very reason (and this is just my flesh speaking), I resent it. How on earth am I going to be able to do this whole adult-life thing after college? What kind of job am I going to get that will allow me to pull rent all by myself, bills all by myself, and these student loans all by myself? How in the world is this going to be worth it?
Oddly enough, the most comforting thing I heard today was that God cares more about our character than He does our comfort.
I'll be shutting up now.
-C
Monday, March 14, 2011
Apartment Five-Oh-Eight
My apartment continually keeps getting...um...updated.
Happy nesting!
(the non-expecting kind)...
-C
When I'm not working or studying or playing music at Brentwood, I'm busy decorating and rearranging and dreaming about decorating and rearranging. There are three coats of paint on the walls from my tenancy alone and a ton of nail holes in the walls. When the day comes to move out, I'll throw a party where we'll all celebrate by priming and spackling and sanding. Sounds like a good time, right?
Sniffle, sniffle.
Sniffle, sniffle.
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| Thrift store keyholder turned spool holder! |
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| Camel colored suede and dark-grey faux-fur fabric from JoAnn's made the perfect pillows! |
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| My dream couch! I found it at the Estate Specialist downtown for $150! |
Okay - so I got a little carried away with the chalkboard paint...so what?
Happy nesting!
(the non-expecting kind)...
-C
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Pondering
This a.m. I woke up pondering the idea of what to do after college. After talking with my German professor yesterday after class, I've decided to look into the possibility of teaching English...
...in Germany.
Back to staring at the ceiling,
-C
...in Germany.
Back to staring at the ceiling,
-C
Friday, January 14, 2011
The Lucky Ones
At 5:43, my waking thought:
The right thing at the wrong time is still the wrong thing.
Oh, but they're the lucky ones. At least it was right in some respect.
Back to staring at the ceiling.
-C
The right thing at the wrong time is still the wrong thing.
Oh, but they're the lucky ones. At least it was right in some respect.
Back to staring at the ceiling.
-C
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