Well it's only been 2 weeks since I wrote something, so I'd say that this is a success.
I had a big pathophysiology test today, and I have a few minutes to spare now that that is over.
Thanksgiving was last week.
It was so nice. I didn't have class on Monday or Tuesday, so I was home for 7 days. That's the longest I've been home since last January, which was a long time ago. So sleeping in until 9, real food, family, and franz were so welcomed. All good things.
Coming straight back to school to study for my patho test was a rude awakening though. But in 7 and 1/2 days, I will be DONE with school for the semester. That's right. Done. Done with the first semester of P1. And tomorrow I'm done with my IPPE for this semester, and I never have to go back to that pharmacy again. Praise the Lord! Tomorrow night at 5 can't come soon enough.
We're having footie-Christmas in a few weeks. Prettty excited. Glad we are able to do it. Bring on the footies. Bring on the pineapples. Bring on the dollar-store presents and good friends. Haha.
Also. Loving the Avett Brothers these days. The Second Gleam album is where it's at.
That's about it for now. Samford is as Samford does. Boring.
Sara Beth, YOU COME BACK IN 17 DAYS. I hope you have the best 17 days ever, but I can't wait to see you!!!
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Well I'm Doing It
So look at this! Record breaking - This is my second time to blog in three or four days. A little better than two times in three months.. or six months.
But anyways, this week has been interesting so far.
This semester has been a marathon, and for some reason, my teachers want us to sprint the last two miles. But let me tell you, after you've run the first twenty-four miles, the last thing you want to do is sprint (I never actually ran a marathon, but I bet this is true). We have two big tests at the end of next week, then thanksgiving break, then a test the monday after Thanksgiving, then exams, with about 3 or 4 projects smashed in between things. That's right. I am currently the closest to finishing this semester than I've ever been. In one month (minus two days), I will be done. DONE. For 7 weeks. Get at me, Christmas break!
But that's enough about school.
I've been thinking about rest a lot lately.
Probably would consider it my "word of the semester."
I have a hard time resting. Sitting. Being still. Allowing Christ to restore me. Allowing others to take care of me.
True rest is hard. Especially for people who want to be in control of everything that's going on. And want to have everything checked off of their to-do list before they take a break. And want to succeed in every thing.
It takes surrender. Trust. Thankfulness.
It is so easy for me to get anxious about tomorrow, about the next few weeks, about the next few years. It is so easy for me to remember things that have happened in the past and allow my fear to cripple me. It is so easy to try to see my present circumstances and either (a) be a brat allow them to shape my attitude or (b) take them in to my own hands and deal with it in my own strength, instead of opening my hands and allowing Christ to be glorified in whatever I'm doing.
I had never considered rest to be a form of worship. I've been reading a few things this semester that have changed my opinion. My mom gave me a small devotion book, "Jesus Calling," that is written as if Jesus was saying these words right to me. And on one day, it says,
"Worship Me only. I am King of kings and Lord of lords, dwelling in inapproachable Ligh. I am taking care of you! I am not only committed to caring for you, but I am also absolutely capable of doing so. Rest in Me, My weary one, for this is a form of worship... Worship Me by resting peacefully in My presence."
And another day says, "When things may seem to be going wrong, trust Me. When your life seems increasingly out of control, thank Me... Cry out of Me in My name. Affirm your trust in Me, regardless of how you feel. Thank me for everything, though this seems unnatural - even irrational."
Those were already a lot of words that probably don't make the most sense, and I have class in 14 minutes, so I'm leaving it there.
But anyways, this week has been interesting so far.
This semester has been a marathon, and for some reason, my teachers want us to sprint the last two miles. But let me tell you, after you've run the first twenty-four miles, the last thing you want to do is sprint (I never actually ran a marathon, but I bet this is true). We have two big tests at the end of next week, then thanksgiving break, then a test the monday after Thanksgiving, then exams, with about 3 or 4 projects smashed in between things. That's right. I am currently the closest to finishing this semester than I've ever been. In one month (minus two days), I will be done. DONE. For 7 weeks. Get at me, Christmas break!
But that's enough about school.
I've been thinking about rest a lot lately.
Probably would consider it my "word of the semester."
I have a hard time resting. Sitting. Being still. Allowing Christ to restore me. Allowing others to take care of me.
True rest is hard. Especially for people who want to be in control of everything that's going on. And want to have everything checked off of their to-do list before they take a break. And want to succeed in every thing.
It takes surrender. Trust. Thankfulness.
It is so easy for me to get anxious about tomorrow, about the next few weeks, about the next few years. It is so easy for me to remember things that have happened in the past and allow my fear to cripple me. It is so easy to try to see my present circumstances and either (a) be a brat allow them to shape my attitude or (b) take them in to my own hands and deal with it in my own strength, instead of opening my hands and allowing Christ to be glorified in whatever I'm doing.
I had never considered rest to be a form of worship. I've been reading a few things this semester that have changed my opinion. My mom gave me a small devotion book, "Jesus Calling," that is written as if Jesus was saying these words right to me. And on one day, it says,
"Worship Me only. I am King of kings and Lord of lords, dwelling in inapproachable Ligh. I am taking care of you! I am not only committed to caring for you, but I am also absolutely capable of doing so. Rest in Me, My weary one, for this is a form of worship... Worship Me by resting peacefully in My presence."
And another day says, "When things may seem to be going wrong, trust Me. When your life seems increasingly out of control, thank Me... Cry out of Me in My name. Affirm your trust in Me, regardless of how you feel. Thank me for everything, though this seems unnatural - even irrational."
Those were already a lot of words that probably don't make the most sense, and I have class in 14 minutes, so I'm leaving it there.
Monday, November 7, 2011
So I Can't Help It
Well Sara Beth just called me out for not blogging.
I can't help it.
Every few months, some one will make a comment about how I never blog, I'll blog once (maybe twice if they're lucky), then I forget. Not that I don't have time, I just don't make the time. I choose to jump on my bed in my new socks. Or rollerblade on the third floor of pittman in my nightgown. Or study in my puffy vest. But maybe, just maybe, I'll start blogging again.
I have class at 8 and a test at 10, so I'm reviewing over my notes in the caf right now, listening to Kanye. Great time.
I can't help it.
Every few months, some one will make a comment about how I never blog, I'll blog once (maybe twice if they're lucky), then I forget. Not that I don't have time, I just don't make the time. I choose to jump on my bed in my new socks. Or rollerblade on the third floor of pittman in my nightgown. Or study in my puffy vest. But maybe, just maybe, I'll start blogging again.
I have class at 8 and a test at 10, so I'm reviewing over my notes in the caf right now, listening to Kanye. Great time.
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