Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Really cool people
I want to remember Monday night forever. We went to one of Matt's co-worker's apartment for dinner. The family is from India, and they cooked some of the best Indian food I have ever had. More than anything, though, I really loved hearing stories from their lives.
The best story they told us is the story of how they met and got married. Vivek saw this beautiful woman across the street at a bus stop one day. He felt an immediate emotional connection with her, so he followed her on to the bus and around town. He finally got to contact her at one of her family's sightseeing stops. She stratched out the address of where she and her family were staying. Unfortunately, there three different possible addresses that he could determine from her hasty handwriting. He stood outside of all three addresses for hours and days until he finally found her. They threw messages back and forth until she had to leave. He wrote to her (at her friend's address because his pursuit was a cultural faux pas) for many months. She didn't write back. He got so impaitent that he decided to go to her city to talk to her. But the day he was going to leave, he got a letter from her that said not to come. He went anyway and stood outside of her friend's house for hours. He finally got to see her, but she told him that she didn't want to see him again. He became so upset that he actually became suicidal! Fortunately, his friend that came with him was there to hold him back. For a couple more years, Vivek wrote to her. He learned that her brother had found a suitor for her. He finally became so intent on marrying her, that he took his savings and got support from his parents and went to get her--he was going to kidnap her and marry her. Her parents did not want him to marry her, and she wouldn't marry him in the Hindu temple because she wanted a legal court marriage. He and his friend didn't know what to do. They were at a local restaurant, brainstorming and calling all of their contacts in the city. The restaurant owner overheard their situation and told them about a magistrate who could be bribed for a marriage certificate, but that they would have to hurry because it was a Saturday and the courts were closing. They didn't make it in time, but after offering more money, they were able to meet the magistrate at his house and get the marriage certificate. (In India, it takes about a month for an application for marriage to be approved, but Vivek had found the one magistrate in the country that could be bribed for the certificate.) Vivek took the certificate to her house and presented it to her parents. They were very upset, but the new couple left to go back to Vivek's home. It took a couple of months to reconcile the family (her brothers were especially angry).
They have been married for a little under 20 years now. They both came to know Christ a few years into their marriage. Vivek was called into the ministry and started his schooling at a seminary in the Phillippines. Now they are here in the United States, and are looking to start a church for internationals in Boston. Their faith is inspiring. They had to go through a lot of hard times together. They are generous with their hospitality and their love of other people.
I love being at the seminary. People have very distinct callings into the ministry. I love being around people who ardently love doing God's work. It's encouraging and inspiring.
The best story they told us is the story of how they met and got married. Vivek saw this beautiful woman across the street at a bus stop one day. He felt an immediate emotional connection with her, so he followed her on to the bus and around town. He finally got to contact her at one of her family's sightseeing stops. She stratched out the address of where she and her family were staying. Unfortunately, there three different possible addresses that he could determine from her hasty handwriting. He stood outside of all three addresses for hours and days until he finally found her. They threw messages back and forth until she had to leave. He wrote to her (at her friend's address because his pursuit was a cultural faux pas) for many months. She didn't write back. He got so impaitent that he decided to go to her city to talk to her. But the day he was going to leave, he got a letter from her that said not to come. He went anyway and stood outside of her friend's house for hours. He finally got to see her, but she told him that she didn't want to see him again. He became so upset that he actually became suicidal! Fortunately, his friend that came with him was there to hold him back. For a couple more years, Vivek wrote to her. He learned that her brother had found a suitor for her. He finally became so intent on marrying her, that he took his savings and got support from his parents and went to get her--he was going to kidnap her and marry her. Her parents did not want him to marry her, and she wouldn't marry him in the Hindu temple because she wanted a legal court marriage. He and his friend didn't know what to do. They were at a local restaurant, brainstorming and calling all of their contacts in the city. The restaurant owner overheard their situation and told them about a magistrate who could be bribed for a marriage certificate, but that they would have to hurry because it was a Saturday and the courts were closing. They didn't make it in time, but after offering more money, they were able to meet the magistrate at his house and get the marriage certificate. (In India, it takes about a month for an application for marriage to be approved, but Vivek had found the one magistrate in the country that could be bribed for the certificate.) Vivek took the certificate to her house and presented it to her parents. They were very upset, but the new couple left to go back to Vivek's home. It took a couple of months to reconcile the family (her brothers were especially angry).
They have been married for a little under 20 years now. They both came to know Christ a few years into their marriage. Vivek was called into the ministry and started his schooling at a seminary in the Phillippines. Now they are here in the United States, and are looking to start a church for internationals in Boston. Their faith is inspiring. They had to go through a lot of hard times together. They are generous with their hospitality and their love of other people.
I love being at the seminary. People have very distinct callings into the ministry. I love being around people who ardently love doing God's work. It's encouraging and inspiring.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
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Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Consumerism and Christmas
Maybe we've all heard enough about how commercial Christmas has become. It's become that way for a reason.
It's interesting seeing things from my new perspective as a poor, young, married, graduate student. Mom and Dad have always been able to spend money and make me and sister's Christmas memorable. I'm used to seeing tons of presents stacking up underneath a huge tree. This year's Christmas is different.
Matt and I splurged with our presents to each other, but this is certainly rare. Presents to the families and friends will have to be creative, and our Christmas cards are limited. Santa Claus won't be leaving even more gifts for us under our tree, but I'm okay with that. Several family members have asked us what we want for Christmas. We listed out a few, practical items that we wouldn't usually spend money on. Really, though, I had a difficult time listing things other than a Target gift card.
Not having a lot of disposable income (or even income for important things like food) creates challenges to be sure. But, I've learned contentment with my things. I don't covet the expensive, Pottery Barn decor, or that amazing blouse at Anthropologie anymore. I don't even browse the websites. Being poor helps me to prioritize where my money goes and helps me to organize wants and needs.
I'll admit that sometimes I feel like I'm a failure or that I'm left out because I can't spend money on my personal tastes. These feelings are definitely aroused when I'm around people bragging about what they can buy. But, I think that my feelings come from the devil trying to distract me from the ultimate goal of this life. Most of the time, I don't feel inadequate because I can't spend money on the little luxuries of finer, more expensive living.
What does buying into commercialism mean in the long-run anyway? Maybe other people will think you are cool because you collect expensive things. There's always going to be something bigger, cooler, and more expensive. I don't know that buying things is ever going to be completely satisfying. Yet, it's going to be something that's always at the forfront of this culture. I know it will be a temptation. Maybe this time of poorness will help me to remember how things are the key to happiness. I get so much satisfaction just enjoying the company of my husbands, friends, and family. My relationships mean more to me than anything I could ever own.
It's interesting seeing things from my new perspective as a poor, young, married, graduate student. Mom and Dad have always been able to spend money and make me and sister's Christmas memorable. I'm used to seeing tons of presents stacking up underneath a huge tree. This year's Christmas is different.
Matt and I splurged with our presents to each other, but this is certainly rare. Presents to the families and friends will have to be creative, and our Christmas cards are limited. Santa Claus won't be leaving even more gifts for us under our tree, but I'm okay with that. Several family members have asked us what we want for Christmas. We listed out a few, practical items that we wouldn't usually spend money on. Really, though, I had a difficult time listing things other than a Target gift card.
Not having a lot of disposable income (or even income for important things like food) creates challenges to be sure. But, I've learned contentment with my things. I don't covet the expensive, Pottery Barn decor, or that amazing blouse at Anthropologie anymore. I don't even browse the websites. Being poor helps me to prioritize where my money goes and helps me to organize wants and needs.
I'll admit that sometimes I feel like I'm a failure or that I'm left out because I can't spend money on my personal tastes. These feelings are definitely aroused when I'm around people bragging about what they can buy. But, I think that my feelings come from the devil trying to distract me from the ultimate goal of this life. Most of the time, I don't feel inadequate because I can't spend money on the little luxuries of finer, more expensive living.
What does buying into commercialism mean in the long-run anyway? Maybe other people will think you are cool because you collect expensive things. There's always going to be something bigger, cooler, and more expensive. I don't know that buying things is ever going to be completely satisfying. Yet, it's going to be something that's always at the forfront of this culture. I know it will be a temptation. Maybe this time of poorness will help me to remember how things are the key to happiness. I get so much satisfaction just enjoying the company of my husbands, friends, and family. My relationships mean more to me than anything I could ever own.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
New Year's Resolution (starting now!)
To those who might wander on to my blog, I want you to know of a little project my husband and I are undertaking. We want to upload a picture with a little text everyday for the next year. It's a lofty goal, so we are starting this now in order to establish the habit. But, knowing me, I'll probably add a few text-only entries here and there.
Please comment!
Please comment!
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Follow-up from my last post
I was scanning through the New York Times's website as I do every morning when I ran across this interesting article: What Happy People Don't Do.
Basically, a study shows that people who are happy do a lot of socializing, going to church, and reading newspapers. Happy people, however, spend less time watching TV. This makes a lot of sense to me and reaffirms my belief that people need fellowship with other people.
Basically, a study shows that people who are happy do a lot of socializing, going to church, and reading newspapers. Happy people, however, spend less time watching TV. This makes a lot of sense to me and reaffirms my belief that people need fellowship with other people.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
We need love
Last night, my law professor said something that confirmed my suspicions of his complete cynicism. He told us it's not a good idea to get too close to people. He told us that we needed to know how to make stars feel important and like us in order to be successful, but that we shouldn't get too emotionally involved with them. This is coming from a man who's had two failed marriages and brown noses to make friends. His advice goes against everything I believe to be true about relationships.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm just idealistic because I'm young. But, maybe I'm not. It's risky to love other people. They will disappoint you, use you, and leave you. I've been burned, forgotten, and disliked--I would be crazy to think I was the only one who's been treated like this. But, on the most basic level of my humanity, there's something inside of me that longs for intimacy with others. I am not ashamed to admit that I am not autonomous. Life has so much more vibrancy when you can experience it with others. I need fellowship.
Since I have been married, I have realized how much intimacy means to me. Matt is gone this week, and I feel like a part of my soul has left with him. I'll be fine by myself--I am not so dependent that I can't function without him. But, I really miss him!
I have always been the type of person that needed to be included in a group. God has been gracious enough to supply a fantastic group of people that have openly accepted me. This has been a rare, hard thing to find in my experience, but God is faithful to attend to my needs. I also find that it is so much easier to love other people when your friends are readily willing to love as well.
After describing the important of intimacy in my life, I want to relate it to my potential career. I don't believe you can run a nonprofit (or a ministry, for that matter) without some desire to love and become emotionally involved with people. It's easy for a callous lawyer to say that love should be avoided, but I cannot see how life will be successful and worthwhile without it.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm just idealistic because I'm young. But, maybe I'm not. It's risky to love other people. They will disappoint you, use you, and leave you. I've been burned, forgotten, and disliked--I would be crazy to think I was the only one who's been treated like this. But, on the most basic level of my humanity, there's something inside of me that longs for intimacy with others. I am not ashamed to admit that I am not autonomous. Life has so much more vibrancy when you can experience it with others. I need fellowship.
Since I have been married, I have realized how much intimacy means to me. Matt is gone this week, and I feel like a part of my soul has left with him. I'll be fine by myself--I am not so dependent that I can't function without him. But, I really miss him!
I have always been the type of person that needed to be included in a group. God has been gracious enough to supply a fantastic group of people that have openly accepted me. This has been a rare, hard thing to find in my experience, but God is faithful to attend to my needs. I also find that it is so much easier to love other people when your friends are readily willing to love as well.
After describing the important of intimacy in my life, I want to relate it to my potential career. I don't believe you can run a nonprofit (or a ministry, for that matter) without some desire to love and become emotionally involved with people. It's easy for a callous lawyer to say that love should be avoided, but I cannot see how life will be successful and worthwhile without it.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Some disjointed thoughts
I've had two things that have been on my mind recently: what it means to be a human and Showbread's significance in my life.
New Orleans is infamous for its crime. I looked at a map yesterday that plotted all of the murders that have occurred this year. What do you know, a big chunk of them are south of Gentilly. Murder, stealing, and hurting other people really disgusts me. What drives people to do this? We are not that much different from each other. We all experience happiness, anger, anxiety, and loneliness. Why do people feel the need to treat each other with such contempt? It's selfish and ignorant. No one is entitled to the take someone's else humanity away. Someone once held a cookie in front of me and asked me to beg for it like a dog. I was incredibly insulted. I watch people treat cashiers like they are servants or whipping boys. Aren't they people with feelings too? Humanity is our relationship point with the entire world population. I believe humanity is beautiful. We should preserve it and treat it, if not with admiration, at least with respect!
On my second note, I want to discus why I love Showbread. On a more superficial level, I always admire their music. It is a different experience with every CD. Not many bands can pull off versatility with virtuosity. The lyrics are heartfelt and deep. The sounds are layered and suprising. Their shows are amazing and well thought out. Many bands just go on stage, dressed in their tattered attire, and play their music. Showbread wears matching outfits and rock as hard as they can. Most importantly, this band gives me hope for what I want to see happen in the future. They are true to their music, which I believe they consider is their art, while also being consistent with their message of proclaiming God. How many people can say that? They tour with nonChristians in venues filled with nonChristians, and yet they have managed to stay consistent with their message. I feel so inspired!
Furthermore, in one of my favorite songs, "Stabbing Art to Death," they talk about true art. The lyrics discuss how art is superficial if it is an expression of one's self instead of being an expression of inspiration from God. Beautiful and true! It reminds of the popular idea of Humanism during the Renaissance (that resonnates through today), where the artists celebrated their ability to create and forgot about God's ultimate power as the Creator. I believe that creating a painting, sculpture, drawing, book, meal, or whatever gives people a chance to connect with God on a different level. You get to experience the fulfillment, satisfaction, excitement, and love that God feels about His creations. At any rate, I'm glad Showbread seems to have their priorities straight.
Well, that's about it here. We're all getting ready for the end of the semester. Matt started a new position in the Center for New Testament Textual Studies, so we're pretty excited about that! Things are going great here in New Orleans. We are always finding something to do. We've made some really great friends at Celebration church. I feel like we are in the right place at the right time!
New Orleans is infamous for its crime. I looked at a map yesterday that plotted all of the murders that have occurred this year. What do you know, a big chunk of them are south of Gentilly. Murder, stealing, and hurting other people really disgusts me. What drives people to do this? We are not that much different from each other. We all experience happiness, anger, anxiety, and loneliness. Why do people feel the need to treat each other with such contempt? It's selfish and ignorant. No one is entitled to the take someone's else humanity away. Someone once held a cookie in front of me and asked me to beg for it like a dog. I was incredibly insulted. I watch people treat cashiers like they are servants or whipping boys. Aren't they people with feelings too? Humanity is our relationship point with the entire world population. I believe humanity is beautiful. We should preserve it and treat it, if not with admiration, at least with respect!
On my second note, I want to discus why I love Showbread. On a more superficial level, I always admire their music. It is a different experience with every CD. Not many bands can pull off versatility with virtuosity. The lyrics are heartfelt and deep. The sounds are layered and suprising. Their shows are amazing and well thought out. Many bands just go on stage, dressed in their tattered attire, and play their music. Showbread wears matching outfits and rock as hard as they can. Most importantly, this band gives me hope for what I want to see happen in the future. They are true to their music, which I believe they consider is their art, while also being consistent with their message of proclaiming God. How many people can say that? They tour with nonChristians in venues filled with nonChristians, and yet they have managed to stay consistent with their message. I feel so inspired!
Furthermore, in one of my favorite songs, "Stabbing Art to Death," they talk about true art. The lyrics discuss how art is superficial if it is an expression of one's self instead of being an expression of inspiration from God. Beautiful and true! It reminds of the popular idea of Humanism during the Renaissance (that resonnates through today), where the artists celebrated their ability to create and forgot about God's ultimate power as the Creator. I believe that creating a painting, sculpture, drawing, book, meal, or whatever gives people a chance to connect with God on a different level. You get to experience the fulfillment, satisfaction, excitement, and love that God feels about His creations. At any rate, I'm glad Showbread seems to have their priorities straight.
Well, that's about it here. We're all getting ready for the end of the semester. Matt started a new position in the Center for New Testament Textual Studies, so we're pretty excited about that! Things are going great here in New Orleans. We are always finding something to do. We've made some really great friends at Celebration church. I feel like we are in the right place at the right time!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Our President-Elect
Was I disappointed in the election results? Do I believe that the United States is going downhill? Do I believe that I should have voted? I'm watching all these Conservative Christians being really sore losers, and it kinda makes me sick.
I don't know what's going to happen to the U.S. I know I'm going to try to be faithful to God's will and try to be an asset to my country. Yes, Obama's policies scare me. Who's going to pay for them? What kind of habits are they producing? Yes, Obama's charisma paired with lack of experience scares me. But, he's been elected, so I will continue on with my life by trying to be the best American I can be. I'm not going to give up my morals, values, and convictions, and I will continue to vote according to them. This time I wasn't in the majority. That's the way the system works.
I definitely see some positive things out of Obama's election, though. He wasn't elected because only the African-Americans came out to vote, he was elected because he was abled to appeal to all races. I am so proud to see that an African American was able to be elected. How far we have come! Racism makes me sick. I want to believe that it is not as big of a deal anymore, but I know that's not entirely true. Mistrust exists on both sides. Maybe now we can see that all races are on a level playing field. I believe that level playing field existed before the election, but that it was covered by a lack of confidence and motivation that has shackled that culture. I believe that everyone deserves a chance, but that chance is gained through hard work and committment. Obama stands as an example of that, even if he doesn't come from the usual African American culture.
Also, I was moved by watching the crowd celebrating his victory. Blacks and whites were cheering the victory of a man who captured their hearts all the same. We are all humans with similar emotions, fears, goals, and challenges. I pray that we can all realized that and be united.
I don't know what's going to happen to the U.S. I know I'm going to try to be faithful to God's will and try to be an asset to my country. Yes, Obama's policies scare me. Who's going to pay for them? What kind of habits are they producing? Yes, Obama's charisma paired with lack of experience scares me. But, he's been elected, so I will continue on with my life by trying to be the best American I can be. I'm not going to give up my morals, values, and convictions, and I will continue to vote according to them. This time I wasn't in the majority. That's the way the system works.
I definitely see some positive things out of Obama's election, though. He wasn't elected because only the African-Americans came out to vote, he was elected because he was abled to appeal to all races. I am so proud to see that an African American was able to be elected. How far we have come! Racism makes me sick. I want to believe that it is not as big of a deal anymore, but I know that's not entirely true. Mistrust exists on both sides. Maybe now we can see that all races are on a level playing field. I believe that level playing field existed before the election, but that it was covered by a lack of confidence and motivation that has shackled that culture. I believe that everyone deserves a chance, but that chance is gained through hard work and committment. Obama stands as an example of that, even if he doesn't come from the usual African American culture.
Also, I was moved by watching the crowd celebrating his victory. Blacks and whites were cheering the victory of a man who captured their hearts all the same. We are all humans with similar emotions, fears, goals, and challenges. I pray that we can all realized that and be united.
Monday, October 27, 2008
I can't wait for election season to be over
As I peruse my usual online news sources this morning, I am appalled to see different papers endorsing presidential candidates. The editors belabor their picks in this columns that generate hundreds of angry readers's comments. My last idealistic hope that the media wants to present unbiased reports has gone out the window.
This election season is historic. We have colorful candidates on both sides. We have an amazing lack of experience on both sides hidden under the guise of "we're going to bring change." As someone recently pointed out, not all change is good.
Everyone in the US seems to be yearning for a change. Either candidate will bring change because both candidates are different leaders than our current president. As a moderate voter, I am disappointed with my two choices. However, one of my core values is going to help me make my decision.
Which core value is that? The one that tells me to take responsibility for my decisions and their consequences. The more the government takes that responsibility away from the people, the more we're going to see our nation going into debt and becoming more unstable. What are we teaching our children with all of these hand-outs and loop holes? They can have unprotected sex, become pregnant, and have the choice to kill their unborn child or live on welfare and never contribute to society with a job. Who is going to pay for their healthcare and living expenses? I am. Because I am working hard to make something out of my life, I will end up footing the bill for people who don't know how to take responsibility for their lives.
What kind of American am I? I'm married with no children because we take the appropriate measures not to have any (especially since we cannot afford to have any children!). My spouse and I are students, living off of two part-time jobs. We are just above the poverty line. We purchase our own healthcare. We save for big purchases and are frugal for everyday living. We believe that the consequences of living small now will allow us to have a better future. We are taking responsibility for our lives and what direction they are going.
Election season always scares me. I just have to believe that God is in control.
I am sick of reading stories in the media that lash out on the Republican candidates for doing things that I'm sure the Democratic candidates are doing. Who cares if Palin has a nice waredrobe? You would say bad things about her if she didn't!
This election season is historic. We have colorful candidates on both sides. We have an amazing lack of experience on both sides hidden under the guise of "we're going to bring change." As someone recently pointed out, not all change is good.
Everyone in the US seems to be yearning for a change. Either candidate will bring change because both candidates are different leaders than our current president. As a moderate voter, I am disappointed with my two choices. However, one of my core values is going to help me make my decision.
Which core value is that? The one that tells me to take responsibility for my decisions and their consequences. The more the government takes that responsibility away from the people, the more we're going to see our nation going into debt and becoming more unstable. What are we teaching our children with all of these hand-outs and loop holes? They can have unprotected sex, become pregnant, and have the choice to kill their unborn child or live on welfare and never contribute to society with a job. Who is going to pay for their healthcare and living expenses? I am. Because I am working hard to make something out of my life, I will end up footing the bill for people who don't know how to take responsibility for their lives.
What kind of American am I? I'm married with no children because we take the appropriate measures not to have any (especially since we cannot afford to have any children!). My spouse and I are students, living off of two part-time jobs. We are just above the poverty line. We purchase our own healthcare. We save for big purchases and are frugal for everyday living. We believe that the consequences of living small now will allow us to have a better future. We are taking responsibility for our lives and what direction they are going.
Election season always scares me. I just have to believe that God is in control.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Cleared sinuses and a lot of opportunities
After coming close to the end of a full week, I am overwhelmed, a little tired, in awe, and excited.
When I started scheduling out my work load for the semester, I knew that October was just going to be one of those months. There are a lot of projects and papers and events going on. Gosh, I can't wait for a little break. Sometimes I get this sick feeling in my stomach that makes me feel like I can't do it. Again, I recognize these thoughts as lies. My last couple of semesters in undergrad Business College at FSU required a lot of hard work that also seemed impossible. But, I did it, and did it well. If I learned anything in my classes, it was that team work is more fun if everyone participates, and that difficult projects are rewarding in the end. We did some really professional work in those classes (some of our predictions are actually coming true, too!). I can do these projects; they are just requiring me to think differently and go out of my comfort zone.
With the hard work comes a lot of opportunities. Matt and I got to see a hilarious play, Die, Mommy, Die, because I'm writing a paper on that production company, Running with Scissors. It was at the Chat Noir theatre on St. Charles. What a great experience to be downtown, enjoying the New Orleans nightlife! Also, last night, Matt and I went to see the preview of the Manon Lescaut opera. I have never been to the opera before, so it was an amazing experience! The sets, costumes, and singing were fantastic! Additionally, I'm going to try to start a pratica with a great organization called the New Orleans String Project. I got to see the kids at their lessons yesterday afternoon--it was great! It's been a crazy couple of weeks as I've been running here, there and everywhere, but I really enjoy seeing a different side of the city. New Orleans becomes more and more wonderful to me!
I must mention a recent purchase that has cleaned out my sinuses in a way that my medicine has never done! Allow me to introduce to you, or maybe recommend to you, the neti pot. It has been used for centuries as a part of yoga cleansing. Let me tell you, those people know what they are doing. A cup of lukewarm water and a 1/4 tsp. of salt cleans you out and makes you feel like you never had any sinus problems! Observe:
When I started scheduling out my work load for the semester, I knew that October was just going to be one of those months. There are a lot of projects and papers and events going on. Gosh, I can't wait for a little break. Sometimes I get this sick feeling in my stomach that makes me feel like I can't do it. Again, I recognize these thoughts as lies. My last couple of semesters in undergrad Business College at FSU required a lot of hard work that also seemed impossible. But, I did it, and did it well. If I learned anything in my classes, it was that team work is more fun if everyone participates, and that difficult projects are rewarding in the end. We did some really professional work in those classes (some of our predictions are actually coming true, too!). I can do these projects; they are just requiring me to think differently and go out of my comfort zone.
With the hard work comes a lot of opportunities. Matt and I got to see a hilarious play, Die, Mommy, Die, because I'm writing a paper on that production company, Running with Scissors. It was at the Chat Noir theatre on St. Charles. What a great experience to be downtown, enjoying the New Orleans nightlife! Also, last night, Matt and I went to see the preview of the Manon Lescaut opera. I have never been to the opera before, so it was an amazing experience! The sets, costumes, and singing were fantastic! Additionally, I'm going to try to start a pratica with a great organization called the New Orleans String Project. I got to see the kids at their lessons yesterday afternoon--it was great! It's been a crazy couple of weeks as I've been running here, there and everywhere, but I really enjoy seeing a different side of the city. New Orleans becomes more and more wonderful to me!
I must mention a recent purchase that has cleaned out my sinuses in a way that my medicine has never done! Allow me to introduce to you, or maybe recommend to you, the neti pot. It has been used for centuries as a part of yoga cleansing. Let me tell you, those people know what they are doing. A cup of lukewarm water and a 1/4 tsp. of salt cleans you out and makes you feel like you never had any sinus problems! Observe:
This is a woman showing how to irrigate your sinuses on Oprah.
Weirded or grossed out? I was too, but it works. It really works. I love the fact that my head feels less cloudy and that my nasal passages feel clear. I still take my allergy meds in the morning, but now I clean my sinuses out before I go to bed. It's wonderful. All my coworkers are sneezing and congested, but I'm not. Usually around this time of the year, I am suffering because the season is changing, but this time.
I don't think that busyness is going away any time soon. Heck, I don't even think I'll be back in Pensacola for Thanksgiving. We're poor and busy. But, we're having a great time.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
I "heart" New Orleans
When I tell people that I'm new to New Orleans, they cautiously ask me how I'm liking it here. I emphatically tell them that I love it. This city has captivated me!
I came here expecting a dirty, crime-ridden, scary city. Well, that's only one side to the story. Yes, New Orleans's infamous reputation for run-down buildings, heinous crimes, debauchery, and all together weirdness has some truth to it. Maybe that's just part of its charm.
New Orleans is not the South. It is its own subculture. There are so many traditions and a ton of history. All over the world, there are imitations of its architecture and cuisine... but they do not have the same New Orleans personality. People here don't have southern accents. Their accents, to an untrained ear, sound like a New Yorker's accent. They have their own set of idioms. They have their own culinary style.
Oh, did I mention the food? There are locally owned, world-class restaurants everywhere. I never want to go to another chain restaurant again. Heck, even the grocery stores stock locally produced/manufactured/packaged goods. If I don't want to make red beans and rice from scratch, the canned stuff is just as good (and probably better). Eating is a social thing--have you ever been to a crawfish boil? It's a mess and requires a lot of work for a little bit of meat, but that's not why you go. You go to eat around a table in the park or in someone's backyard with your good friends and to enjoy and admire the wonderful tastes conjured up in that massive pot. It's a great experience. There are also tons of festivals all year long dedicated to different foods. Additionally, there's a fantastic league of farmers' markets throughout the city. And, many people here look down on Starbucks because the city has a ton of locally owned coffee shops and coffee roasters! Mmmmm, I love the coffee with chicory--it's a tradition around here! It's all about being social and supporting locals!
Why else do I love New Orleans? The arts, of course! Theatre, music, and visual arts do very well here. It's a major part of the culture. Even more festivals are dedicated to the arts! Live music is everywhere, every weekend. Art galleries abound. There are many local theatre groups and dance troupes that put on shows all the time. You are never without something to do. Matt and I are super poor, but we never feel bored here!
Yes, the city has a lot of infrastructure problems that aren't helped by its consistently corrupt government. I have to drive cautiously because there are tons of pot holes on every road. People are still rebuilding from Katrina, so there are a lot of emtpy, over-grown lots and rotting buildings. The city is dirty, but it's also old. But, there aren't many (if any within the city) neighborhoods that look like they were mass-produced, cookie-cutter homes. Most homes are those charming shotgun style. Each one looks different and has its own little quirks and personality. There's a lot of growth and development, but in so many places around the city, not a whole lot has changed. I feel like I am stepping back in time, sometimes, when I'm driving down the street.
Let's talk about the people. Again, this isn't exactly the stereotypical "South" that one might expect. People here are very welcoming and social, but they will tell you how it is (even if it's some random woman who was minding her own business, but stops to yell at you because you're going the wrong way down a street). New Orleans is known as "the Big Easy," and let me tell you, that is an accurate description of the attitude. People like to take things easy around here. You don't work too fast or walk too fast. I see people chilling out in the medians (some are historically called "neutral ground") under the trees all the time.
There is sooooo much history. Everything is affected by history and its traditions--you can feel it when you see the houses lining the street, or walk in the French Quarter and see the cathedral. I love it!
So basically, New Orleans is one of the most unique and beautiful cities in the United States. It might look like a mess because of the media, or because it kinda is.... But, I think it's charming and has so much personality. Right now, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. "Come see," as they say here--maybe you will see the same thing I see.
I came here expecting a dirty, crime-ridden, scary city. Well, that's only one side to the story. Yes, New Orleans's infamous reputation for run-down buildings, heinous crimes, debauchery, and all together weirdness has some truth to it. Maybe that's just part of its charm.
New Orleans is not the South. It is its own subculture. There are so many traditions and a ton of history. All over the world, there are imitations of its architecture and cuisine... but they do not have the same New Orleans personality. People here don't have southern accents. Their accents, to an untrained ear, sound like a New Yorker's accent. They have their own set of idioms. They have their own culinary style.
Oh, did I mention the food? There are locally owned, world-class restaurants everywhere. I never want to go to another chain restaurant again. Heck, even the grocery stores stock locally produced/manufactured/packaged goods. If I don't want to make red beans and rice from scratch, the canned stuff is just as good (and probably better). Eating is a social thing--have you ever been to a crawfish boil? It's a mess and requires a lot of work for a little bit of meat, but that's not why you go. You go to eat around a table in the park or in someone's backyard with your good friends and to enjoy and admire the wonderful tastes conjured up in that massive pot. It's a great experience. There are also tons of festivals all year long dedicated to different foods. Additionally, there's a fantastic league of farmers' markets throughout the city. And, many people here look down on Starbucks because the city has a ton of locally owned coffee shops and coffee roasters! Mmmmm, I love the coffee with chicory--it's a tradition around here! It's all about being social and supporting locals!
Why else do I love New Orleans? The arts, of course! Theatre, music, and visual arts do very well here. It's a major part of the culture. Even more festivals are dedicated to the arts! Live music is everywhere, every weekend. Art galleries abound. There are many local theatre groups and dance troupes that put on shows all the time. You are never without something to do. Matt and I are super poor, but we never feel bored here!
Yes, the city has a lot of infrastructure problems that aren't helped by its consistently corrupt government. I have to drive cautiously because there are tons of pot holes on every road. People are still rebuilding from Katrina, so there are a lot of emtpy, over-grown lots and rotting buildings. The city is dirty, but it's also old. But, there aren't many (if any within the city) neighborhoods that look like they were mass-produced, cookie-cutter homes. Most homes are those charming shotgun style. Each one looks different and has its own little quirks and personality. There's a lot of growth and development, but in so many places around the city, not a whole lot has changed. I feel like I am stepping back in time, sometimes, when I'm driving down the street.
Let's talk about the people. Again, this isn't exactly the stereotypical "South" that one might expect. People here are very welcoming and social, but they will tell you how it is (even if it's some random woman who was minding her own business, but stops to yell at you because you're going the wrong way down a street). New Orleans is known as "the Big Easy," and let me tell you, that is an accurate description of the attitude. People like to take things easy around here. You don't work too fast or walk too fast. I see people chilling out in the medians (some are historically called "neutral ground") under the trees all the time.
There is sooooo much history. Everything is affected by history and its traditions--you can feel it when you see the houses lining the street, or walk in the French Quarter and see the cathedral. I love it!
So basically, New Orleans is one of the most unique and beautiful cities in the United States. It might look like a mess because of the media, or because it kinda is.... But, I think it's charming and has so much personality. Right now, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. "Come see," as they say here--maybe you will see the same thing I see.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
It's all for God's glory
As school progresses, you can always bet that I'm going to stress myself out. The assignments are not exactly difficult, but I want to be excellent at school, so I always tend to worry too much about my schoolwork. Sometimes I feel anxious because I believe that I don't have the same connections that everyone else has to the art world and because the assignments are going to make me get out of my comfort zone. I even go as far as questioning my purposes in the program.
How silly, right? It's been only a month since school has started. Everyone in my classes is super nice and helpful. My professors know me by name. My co-worker has a lot of connections to people in the local art scene. Heck, God even paid my tuition and gave me a job on campus! Sure, the end result of this work is uncertain; but, in the midst of all these great things, how do I always find doubt?
Matt and I were busy last night writing papers (Wednesdays are our free nights together, though). He was writing about why God had the Israelites cross the Jordan River in the same manner they crossed the Red Sea. The Israelites could have just gone around the river and started the invasion, but God wanted the Israelites to worship Him and acknowledge His glory before they went into battle. Matt told me that God's more interested in worship than He is in our deeds. Wow, that puts things in perspective.
Here I am. I'm trying to do all of these things because I feel that God has called me to do them. But what does any of it mean if I forget to praise Him in the midst of the battle? I would have forgotten the whole point of my actions and accomplishments.
How silly, right? It's been only a month since school has started. Everyone in my classes is super nice and helpful. My professors know me by name. My co-worker has a lot of connections to people in the local art scene. Heck, God even paid my tuition and gave me a job on campus! Sure, the end result of this work is uncertain; but, in the midst of all these great things, how do I always find doubt?
Matt and I were busy last night writing papers (Wednesdays are our free nights together, though). He was writing about why God had the Israelites cross the Jordan River in the same manner they crossed the Red Sea. The Israelites could have just gone around the river and started the invasion, but God wanted the Israelites to worship Him and acknowledge His glory before they went into battle. Matt told me that God's more interested in worship than He is in our deeds. Wow, that puts things in perspective.
Here I am. I'm trying to do all of these things because I feel that God has called me to do them. But what does any of it mean if I forget to praise Him in the midst of the battle? I would have forgotten the whole point of my actions and accomplishments.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Business not as usual
I am really enjoying my classes at University of New Orleans. They are thought-provoking in that many of the nonprofit art organizations' problems are very similar to churches' problems. Last night's lecture by my Marketing the Arts teacher was eye-opening.
He started by talking about why marketing and art nonprofit organizations don't traditionally go together:
I see a lot of parallels to the way the church has missed the mark in making itself more approachable. The churches look foreboding or really boring. They should be more of a social space. I still don't understand why protestant churches have a tendency to be boring and ugly (Matt always points out there's usually not enough money to build something nicer, but I always wonder if there's a better alternative than a simple, post-and-lintel, shed-like building). Also, the general public that has not grown up in church, doesn't understand why we do the things that we do. Many church services are so mediocre and boring that I can't blame people for falling asleep in them or avoiding them all together. We can't expect the general public to understand and immediately acclimate to this strange sub-culture we have created! I really don't see a problem with churches advertising their programs. I wish I would see them take advantage of all the great, modern channels for advertisement. Many churches have really old and/or cheesy graphics on their bulletins and mail outs. Many churches haven't realized the significant need for an up-to-date, modern, easy to use website. So many churches have refused to update to the needs of today's society that I wonder will happen to the church population in the future.
My teacher also compared art to religion in that both are desirable because of the intangible experience both generate. Art and religion express the emotions and desires of our souls. I am sad that Protestantism has traditionally stayed away from art. Art, whether it be visual, dance, or theatre, can express what's in your soul. I just love how my soul resonates with others' souls whether it's from a great worship band experience or it's because we are admiring the paintings of Monet.
As I was sitting in class, I started getting excited. I don't know how or when or where, but I want to bring the church into art. I want to see the church stop hiding behind the excuse of being comfortable elitists (maybe a little harsh?) who think people will come to them. Just as people in the arts need to educate the general public, the church needs to reach out to make itself a little less daunting. How do I want to start doing this? Well.... I really enjoy wearing jeans and flip-flops to church...
He started by talking about why marketing and art nonprofit organizations don't traditionally go together:
- Art organization leaders may consciously or subconsciously want only a certain kind of people to enjoy what their organization offers, so they believe that those who are interested will seek them out.
- The artists feel that advertising will cheapen their art or the experience of their art.
I see a lot of parallels to the way the church has missed the mark in making itself more approachable. The churches look foreboding or really boring. They should be more of a social space. I still don't understand why protestant churches have a tendency to be boring and ugly (Matt always points out there's usually not enough money to build something nicer, but I always wonder if there's a better alternative than a simple, post-and-lintel, shed-like building). Also, the general public that has not grown up in church, doesn't understand why we do the things that we do. Many church services are so mediocre and boring that I can't blame people for falling asleep in them or avoiding them all together. We can't expect the general public to understand and immediately acclimate to this strange sub-culture we have created! I really don't see a problem with churches advertising their programs. I wish I would see them take advantage of all the great, modern channels for advertisement. Many churches have really old and/or cheesy graphics on their bulletins and mail outs. Many churches haven't realized the significant need for an up-to-date, modern, easy to use website. So many churches have refused to update to the needs of today's society that I wonder will happen to the church population in the future.
My teacher also compared art to religion in that both are desirable because of the intangible experience both generate. Art and religion express the emotions and desires of our souls. I am sad that Protestantism has traditionally stayed away from art. Art, whether it be visual, dance, or theatre, can express what's in your soul. I just love how my soul resonates with others' souls whether it's from a great worship band experience or it's because we are admiring the paintings of Monet.
As I was sitting in class, I started getting excited. I don't know how or when or where, but I want to bring the church into art. I want to see the church stop hiding behind the excuse of being comfortable elitists (maybe a little harsh?) who think people will come to them. Just as people in the arts need to educate the general public, the church needs to reach out to make itself a little less daunting. How do I want to start doing this? Well.... I really enjoy wearing jeans and flip-flops to church...
Friday, August 29, 2008
Hurricane fears
A week of graduate school finished and an evacuation for another hurricane.... Sounds a lot like my husband's story with Katrina. I pray that this amazing city doesn't end up in shambles like it did three years ago.
I did relief work in Mississippi and Louisiana after Katrina. I saw the devastation the hurricane caused. I watched the brave people coming back to their ruined homes to rebuild. But, after a week of hard work, I could pack up and go home.
Three years later, the city is still rebuilding and coming back to life. Houses in the poorer areas are still empty and decaying, but slowly but surely, people have started to return. I still see hundreds of FEMA trailers, blue roofs, and downed trees, but the city seems to have regained its vibrancy.
Now, after working and living in this city for three months, I have started to get to know the people who have bravely faced the rebuilding process. I guess I never really realized that everyone lost everything. My coworkers still tear up when they recall the first time they saw their house after Katrina. My boss is so happy that she, after a couple years of work, has finally moved out of the FEMA trailer and into her home. I get a little emotional now when I think about what another hurricane could do.
The city is doing everything it can to avoid making the same mistakes it did in Katrina. Everything is shutting down even before the Gustav storm hits the Gulf. I definitely don't think it's overreacting to take these steps so early. New Orleans is a fishbowl that is sinking into the Gulf.... yeah, we need to get out.
It's scary to think that I might lose all of the things that Matt and I have started using in our new life together. This is my first hurricane where I feel that there's a lot more at stake. It was never my house or my car or my lifestyle that was going to be effected. But, it helps me to see where my priorities are and how strong my faith is. We will be taken care of. God does not forget His people.
Matt and I are packing up, emptying the fridge, and leaving for Pensacola (yeah... still in the hurricane's path, we know...) as soon as I get off work. Yay for a long weekend. *sarcasm*
I did relief work in Mississippi and Louisiana after Katrina. I saw the devastation the hurricane caused. I watched the brave people coming back to their ruined homes to rebuild. But, after a week of hard work, I could pack up and go home.
Three years later, the city is still rebuilding and coming back to life. Houses in the poorer areas are still empty and decaying, but slowly but surely, people have started to return. I still see hundreds of FEMA trailers, blue roofs, and downed trees, but the city seems to have regained its vibrancy.
Now, after working and living in this city for three months, I have started to get to know the people who have bravely faced the rebuilding process. I guess I never really realized that everyone lost everything. My coworkers still tear up when they recall the first time they saw their house after Katrina. My boss is so happy that she, after a couple years of work, has finally moved out of the FEMA trailer and into her home. I get a little emotional now when I think about what another hurricane could do.
The city is doing everything it can to avoid making the same mistakes it did in Katrina. Everything is shutting down even before the Gustav storm hits the Gulf. I definitely don't think it's overreacting to take these steps so early. New Orleans is a fishbowl that is sinking into the Gulf.... yeah, we need to get out.
It's scary to think that I might lose all of the things that Matt and I have started using in our new life together. This is my first hurricane where I feel that there's a lot more at stake. It was never my house or my car or my lifestyle that was going to be effected. But, it helps me to see where my priorities are and how strong my faith is. We will be taken care of. God does not forget His people.
Matt and I are packing up, emptying the fridge, and leaving for Pensacola (yeah... still in the hurricane's path, we know...) as soon as I get off work. Yay for a long weekend. *sarcasm*
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Graduate School Experience Begins!
Well, a big chunk of craziness has jumped into my life this week: grad school. I started my classes in Art Administration, and it's been interesting so far!
After my first class, I started to doubt my abilities and purpose in the program. I don't have any experience in the arts, and I don't even know where to begin to start getting experience. It seems that everyone has some sort of "in" into the arts industry, and all I have is some passion for art. What do I want to do? I don't know. Furthermore, I experienced my first dose of slight hostility towards Christians and Christianity. I am not ignorant to the fact that the arts world is not usually accepting of Christians, but I don't think that the reality of it set in until Tuesday. I will be mostly alone in my ardor for God. Will people still like me if they know I'm a Christian? How is this ministry going to be effective? Fear started to consume me!
But, in preparation for all of these emotions, God had been preparing me by leading me to read and listen to Bible stories about people who were fearful and doubtful but still went ahead to do God's will. Moses and Abraham both were fearful and doubtful when God directed them to go and expand God's kingdom. Yet, God was always faithful and patient with them. He provided them the things they needed to have faith and to accomplish His goals. I want to bring God's glory to the arts industry, and I believe He has called me to do that.
God has been faithful in providing for our needs here in New Orleans. I missed being around close friends and felt like an outsider here at the seminary. However, God has introduced us to some really amazing people. I am so thankful that I can say I have felt the satisfaction of being around people to whom I can relate. They have instantly made me feel a part of their group. They have already started to encourage me soooo much!!
Also, I cannot go on without saying how much I enjoy my work at UNO's College of Education. Everyone in the office is wonderful! It is such a pleasant place to work. Things might get a little crazy every now and then, but there is never a lack of laughter!
Well, anyway, we're all praying that Storm Gustav does not glide over to New Orleans. Gosh, I don't know what the city would do if it had another nasty hit by a hurricane. I really hope we don't have to evacuate!
The one who calls you is faithful and he will do it. I Thessalonians 5:24
After my first class, I started to doubt my abilities and purpose in the program. I don't have any experience in the arts, and I don't even know where to begin to start getting experience. It seems that everyone has some sort of "in" into the arts industry, and all I have is some passion for art. What do I want to do? I don't know. Furthermore, I experienced my first dose of slight hostility towards Christians and Christianity. I am not ignorant to the fact that the arts world is not usually accepting of Christians, but I don't think that the reality of it set in until Tuesday. I will be mostly alone in my ardor for God. Will people still like me if they know I'm a Christian? How is this ministry going to be effective? Fear started to consume me!
But, in preparation for all of these emotions, God had been preparing me by leading me to read and listen to Bible stories about people who were fearful and doubtful but still went ahead to do God's will. Moses and Abraham both were fearful and doubtful when God directed them to go and expand God's kingdom. Yet, God was always faithful and patient with them. He provided them the things they needed to have faith and to accomplish His goals. I want to bring God's glory to the arts industry, and I believe He has called me to do that.
God has been faithful in providing for our needs here in New Orleans. I missed being around close friends and felt like an outsider here at the seminary. However, God has introduced us to some really amazing people. I am so thankful that I can say I have felt the satisfaction of being around people to whom I can relate. They have instantly made me feel a part of their group. They have already started to encourage me soooo much!!
Also, I cannot go on without saying how much I enjoy my work at UNO's College of Education. Everyone in the office is wonderful! It is such a pleasant place to work. Things might get a little crazy every now and then, but there is never a lack of laughter!
Well, anyway, we're all praying that Storm Gustav does not glide over to New Orleans. Gosh, I don't know what the city would do if it had another nasty hit by a hurricane. I really hope we don't have to evacuate!
The one who calls you is faithful and he will do it. I Thessalonians 5:24
Monday, August 4, 2008
New life with adjustments
I have been married for about two months, and it has been amazing. I love being with my best friend all the time. He loves to take care of me and I love to take care of him. Marriage has definitely been an interesting adjustment: we're different people with different tastes, but we're making it come together! We've really enjoyed our adventures in the vibrant city of New Orleans, and we're looking forward to whatever life is going to bring our way.
The new life hasn't been without its challenges, though. So far, I have been struggling with trying to figure out how to make new friends as a married woman in an unfamiliar place. It's difficult to relate to people whose lives are the seminary. My life is partially the seminary, but I also desire to make a mark on the world outside of its gates. Isn't that one of the points of being in the ministry?
Anyway, Matt and I are also trying to decide in which church to serve. I loved the community-minded, more contemporary feel of Celebration Church. I wonder if I would fit in with that group more? But, we always seem to go back to Metairie Baptist. One of my concerns is having a group of people to whom I can relate and build friendships. Metairie doesn't have a very large young married couples class. Metairie also seems like it doesn't want too much involvement with the community. Maybe things are changing, maybe we're called to that church to help bring it to its next level. I don't know.... we're going to continue to pray about it.
Well, God has also been faithful to provide for us. I thought I wasn't going to be able to go to grad school right away, but He gave me a graduate assistantship in the College of Education. All my tuition is paid for and I have a 20-hour a week job. I'm thrilled that I can start my Art Administration grad program this fall! God directing me into His plan for my life. It's very comforting to know that He's in it all!
That's about it for me as of right now. I'm looking forward to going to Pensacola this weekend. I really want to see my friends before school starts. Things are going to start getting busy very soon!
I know that there is nothing better for them than to rejoice and to do good in one's lifetime; moreover, that every man who eats and drinks sees good in all his labor--it is the gift of God. I know that everything God does will remain forever; there is nothing to add to it and there is nothing to take from it, for God has so worked that men should fear Him.
Ecclesiastes 3:12-14
Monday, June 23, 2008
New Orleans living
It's been a full week since I have moved to New Orleans. I can't believe how busy I have been even though I'm unemployed! Boxes to unpack, things to buy (I'm seriously exceeding my income), thank you notes to write, rooms to clean.... the list goes on and hasn't exactly calmed down! I'm grateful for my busyness because gives me a sense of satisfaction when I take care of my home and my husband. Hopefully, I will start a new job at Cafe New Orleans on the seminary campus this week. I really need to start making some money. Bills are coming up....
New Orleans is an interesting place to be. I admit, when in Pensacola, I would sometimes grow anxious about living in a city infamous for crime and strangeness. After a little while, though, I am not quite as afraid. Certainly, there are some places that I will not go by myself, but there are other places to which I feel comfortable traveling.
Additionally, I was concerned about a lack of friends. I came to the seminary fearful that everyone would be either too intellectual to have a real conversation, or too sheltered to know how to have fun, or even too scared of change to welcome someone new. However, I have found a community that is full of love for each other. Everyone has been really nice and helpful. I am really looking forward to making new friends!
Married life has also been great. After being separated for so long, Matt and I are really enjoying being together. It's so wonderful to wake up next to the man I love so much! I love making coffee for us in the morning and bringing lunch to him in the afternoon. It's fun being a newly-wed.
Well, it's off to the cafe to do some paperwork and start my work schedule. I'm so excited that I won't be stuck behind a desk!
New Orleans is an interesting place to be. I admit, when in Pensacola, I would sometimes grow anxious about living in a city infamous for crime and strangeness. After a little while, though, I am not quite as afraid. Certainly, there are some places that I will not go by myself, but there are other places to which I feel comfortable traveling.
Additionally, I was concerned about a lack of friends. I came to the seminary fearful that everyone would be either too intellectual to have a real conversation, or too sheltered to know how to have fun, or even too scared of change to welcome someone new. However, I have found a community that is full of love for each other. Everyone has been really nice and helpful. I am really looking forward to making new friends!
Married life has also been great. After being separated for so long, Matt and I are really enjoying being together. It's so wonderful to wake up next to the man I love so much! I love making coffee for us in the morning and bringing lunch to him in the afternoon. It's fun being a newly-wed.
Well, it's off to the cafe to do some paperwork and start my work schedule. I'm so excited that I won't be stuck behind a desk!
Friday, June 20, 2008
Whoa: My crazy fast trek to marriage!
It's been a while since I have written in here. I've been pretty busy with working a lousy job, planning a wedding, getting married, and moving to New Orleans. Now I'm sitting at my desk in my new apartment as I listen to my husband playing a video game (which he actually doesn't spend a lot of time on video games, thank goodness!!).
I've learned a few things in the past six months.
I learned a lot about patience and customer service when I worked at the Center for Sight making appointments for cranky old people. Also, when there's someone at work who gets enjoyment out of letting her unhappiness affect other coworkers, being super sweet back is the best way to get that person off your back. I digress--customer service requires so much patience and knowledge about who and what you are working for.
Additionally, planning a wedding will inevitably lead to tension between family members. I definitely didn't keep a good attitude with my mom, and I am still trying to learn how to deal with two sets of parents that don't understand a lot about communication. Wedding planning is exciting. Move planning, however, is not. During the time of your engagement, you are not just planning a celebration, you setting down some groundwork for your new life.
Now for one of the more humorous lessons learned: how to plan a vacation. Matt and I forgot to book a hotel room for one night during the honeymoon. Fortunately, Disney is so accommodating that the process of checking out and back in to a room was not stressful. Also, one King Size bed meant a handicapped room, which also meant a terrible shower. Furthermore, Disney's Deluxe Dining Plan is entirely too much food.
Anyway, I'm in New Orleans trying to get used to life in a strange city (seriously, this is city is weird). I'm looking forward to starting work in the seminary's cafe and hopefully in a dean's office at University of New Orleans. God has been tremendously generous to us so far. I feel that the next step of my life in His plan is happening right now. Matt is an awesome husband and my very best friend. Life is really exciting right now!
Pictures:
Tara (our amazing photographer)'s blog
All of the pictures from Tara
I've learned a few things in the past six months.
I learned a lot about patience and customer service when I worked at the Center for Sight making appointments for cranky old people. Also, when there's someone at work who gets enjoyment out of letting her unhappiness affect other coworkers, being super sweet back is the best way to get that person off your back. I digress--customer service requires so much patience and knowledge about who and what you are working for.
Additionally, planning a wedding will inevitably lead to tension between family members. I definitely didn't keep a good attitude with my mom, and I am still trying to learn how to deal with two sets of parents that don't understand a lot about communication. Wedding planning is exciting. Move planning, however, is not. During the time of your engagement, you are not just planning a celebration, you setting down some groundwork for your new life.
Now for one of the more humorous lessons learned: how to plan a vacation. Matt and I forgot to book a hotel room for one night during the honeymoon. Fortunately, Disney is so accommodating that the process of checking out and back in to a room was not stressful. Also, one King Size bed meant a handicapped room, which also meant a terrible shower. Furthermore, Disney's Deluxe Dining Plan is entirely too much food.
Anyway, I'm in New Orleans trying to get used to life in a strange city (seriously, this is city is weird). I'm looking forward to starting work in the seminary's cafe and hopefully in a dean's office at University of New Orleans. God has been tremendously generous to us so far. I feel that the next step of my life in His plan is happening right now. Matt is an awesome husband and my very best friend. Life is really exciting right now!
Pictures:
Tara (our amazing photographer)'s blog
All of the pictures from Tara
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
A Merry Christmas, and Middle-aged woman syndrom
It's been a while since I have been able to write. I have been busy moving, graduating, meeting family, and enjoying the Christmas break. This Christmas has definitely been one of the best in my short life. I have been inducted into two new families. Being engaged has taken my relationships with Matt, family members, and friends to a new level. I feel accepted amongst his family as a new daughter/niece/granddaughter. A new group of people are welcoming me into their social circle: adult women. I also feel slightly awkward as I transition (however slowly over 6 months) out of my (not as active as it once was) college social life. Being able to spend so much time with Matt this past month has slowed the effects of graduation and engagement, but as time continues to move forward, I know I will be forced to face the changes.
In my transition to truly independent adulthood (which won't be completed until June), I have noticed one of my biggest dislikes and fears about adulthood creeping up on me. O God, help me so that I do not become one of those control-freak, discontent, middle-aged women!
Control-freak
I saw this to be especially clear when I helped box up Operation Christmas Child shoeboxes in Tally. A middle-aged woman, who is obviously so dedicated to the cause (note of sarcasm) that she came to do the manual labor in her church clothes straight from the service/lunch made sure to direct everyone there on who was to do what and also thrived from our need to ask permission or for instructions. Absurdity!
I notice that a lot of these middle-aged women seem to have some sort of insecurity that drives them to demand control over situations and submission from all who are involved. I believe that it has to do with pride. Their pride is seriously wounded when they are told what to do or have to share the glory of success in execution or creativity. God calls for humility in His people. We cannot do His will successfully when we try to tell Him where we are supposed to go and what we are supposed to do. Only God has absolute control and we will be utterly disappointed with our wrong choices (made from missing the big picture). Furthermore, if we become a dictator over these small activities, we snatch the opportunity for other people to grow and feel satisfaction from hard work. I love this verse "Knowledge makes arrogant, but love edifies." I Cor. 8:1b.
Discontent
As I spent time with middle-aged women, I heard a lot about buying more Christmas tree decorations on sale and weight-gain. Truly, I did not witness a lot of self-control. These ladies buy more and more crap every year when all the Christmas stuff goes on sale. They have boxes of Christmas decorations, which looks like clutter when displayed. I guess decorating is fun, but not worth it to spend that much money! Furthermore, all the ladies told me that I was so skinny and that I could eat anything I wanted but they were old and weighed too much. I have flab around my core. I have to watch what I eat and exercise (2 disciplines I am trying to learn). When you get older, you gain weight. Period. As long as you are healthy, that's all that matters. Being attractive has a lot to do with confidence and knowing how to style yourself... meaning don't be stuck in the 80s!! Plastic surgery, tummy tucks, face lifts, and collagen injections will work for only so long. When you get old, your body is not going to look like its 30 years old, so sooner rather than later, those treatments will look very unnatural. I hope I can maintain my youthful looks, but I would rather have elegance because that's timeless.
O God, I hope I don't spend my life never being satisfied with anything! I am starting to see how empty that all is. Sure, I want a nice home, or even a nice wedding. But, if I constantly covet so-and-so's wardrobe or whatever, I will miss the satisfaction in my circumstance or in myself. I don't want to waste my time talking only about Victoria Secret's semi-annual sale (even though I know I do). I like this verse: "Not that I speak from want, for I have learned to be content in whatever circumstances I am." Phil. 4:11
I am going to miss Intervarsity in Tally. They showed me that a Christian group can dismiss the "pecking order" and cliques and enjoy a loving community. It was the first time in a long time that I didn't assume some sort of leadership role (sounds cocky...), but I am so happy that I was able to recieve some of the best discipleship I have ever had. It wasn't about being a leader there. It was about being a part of a community. They used to call me to hang out just because they liked me, not because they wanted to disciple me and see where I was spiritually. How refreshing.
Wellllll......... this is a super long post! Haha, I've had all this stuff in me for a while I guess. Now to study for the GMAT.... I promise....
In my transition to truly independent adulthood (which won't be completed until June), I have noticed one of my biggest dislikes and fears about adulthood creeping up on me. O God, help me so that I do not become one of those control-freak, discontent, middle-aged women!
Control-freak
I saw this to be especially clear when I helped box up Operation Christmas Child shoeboxes in Tally. A middle-aged woman, who is obviously so dedicated to the cause (note of sarcasm) that she came to do the manual labor in her church clothes straight from the service/lunch made sure to direct everyone there on who was to do what and also thrived from our need to ask permission or for instructions. Absurdity!
I notice that a lot of these middle-aged women seem to have some sort of insecurity that drives them to demand control over situations and submission from all who are involved. I believe that it has to do with pride. Their pride is seriously wounded when they are told what to do or have to share the glory of success in execution or creativity. God calls for humility in His people. We cannot do His will successfully when we try to tell Him where we are supposed to go and what we are supposed to do. Only God has absolute control and we will be utterly disappointed with our wrong choices (made from missing the big picture). Furthermore, if we become a dictator over these small activities, we snatch the opportunity for other people to grow and feel satisfaction from hard work. I love this verse "Knowledge makes arrogant, but love edifies." I Cor. 8:1b.
Discontent
As I spent time with middle-aged women, I heard a lot about buying more Christmas tree decorations on sale and weight-gain. Truly, I did not witness a lot of self-control. These ladies buy more and more crap every year when all the Christmas stuff goes on sale. They have boxes of Christmas decorations, which looks like clutter when displayed. I guess decorating is fun, but not worth it to spend that much money! Furthermore, all the ladies told me that I was so skinny and that I could eat anything I wanted but they were old and weighed too much. I have flab around my core. I have to watch what I eat and exercise (2 disciplines I am trying to learn). When you get older, you gain weight. Period. As long as you are healthy, that's all that matters. Being attractive has a lot to do with confidence and knowing how to style yourself... meaning don't be stuck in the 80s!! Plastic surgery, tummy tucks, face lifts, and collagen injections will work for only so long. When you get old, your body is not going to look like its 30 years old, so sooner rather than later, those treatments will look very unnatural. I hope I can maintain my youthful looks, but I would rather have elegance because that's timeless.
O God, I hope I don't spend my life never being satisfied with anything! I am starting to see how empty that all is. Sure, I want a nice home, or even a nice wedding. But, if I constantly covet so-and-so's wardrobe or whatever, I will miss the satisfaction in my circumstance or in myself. I don't want to waste my time talking only about Victoria Secret's semi-annual sale (even though I know I do). I like this verse: "Not that I speak from want, for I have learned to be content in whatever circumstances I am." Phil. 4:11
I am going to miss Intervarsity in Tally. They showed me that a Christian group can dismiss the "pecking order" and cliques and enjoy a loving community. It was the first time in a long time that I didn't assume some sort of leadership role (sounds cocky...), but I am so happy that I was able to recieve some of the best discipleship I have ever had. It wasn't about being a leader there. It was about being a part of a community. They used to call me to hang out just because they liked me, not because they wanted to disciple me and see where I was spiritually. How refreshing.
Wellllll......... this is a super long post! Haha, I've had all this stuff in me for a while I guess. Now to study for the GMAT.... I promise....
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