Friday, September 23, 2011

my carpenter; my laughter


This is my little nook. My apologies, it's hard to see (if you'd like, click here to see it up close).

After making some complaints about my previous desk, a certain mr. aaron decided he'd build me one, one that suited me. And it suits me well, let me tell youu! As it happens, I've developed an affinity for the place in which it sits- all because of this desk. I think I should call this favorited spot, "The Corner."

Today, I've finally settled into it. The smell of the varnish is still clinging on, and makes my room oh so aromatic.. mmmm.

You might be wondering what's with the outhouse cutout in the cabinet door, and why there are a total of five knobs screwed on. We decided an outhouse symbol was appropriate because this will be where I'll keep all my crap. I said crap! And the knobs? Well, it's just for style, because you know, if I have a desk, I need sumpin' to fit my steeze. Youuu know!

(many thanks to mr. aaron, my love and my personal carpenter.)

oh hi. this is me.

I invite you now into my thoughts:

There is nothing more satisfying than hearing a room burst with laughter the instant you make a joke. hahahaha! It's the zest of life! I think mostly because it usually happens when I am most myself. Catch me candid, please! And don't hold your breath, belt it out with bursts of air! Feel it big! And round! Feel it swoop down into your belly, and come out of the funnel that is your mouth, and indulge!

Why have these thoughts been roaming around my head? Because yesterday:

Yesterday I found myself sitting in front of a classroom acting as a panelist for a discussion on cultural differences. (though, I'm probably no more foreign than you are). I was incredibly nervous at the start, but after eliciting a response to a certain question, the knots in my gut were cut loose as people roared, doubling over in their seats. Thank you, thank you! I am in myself, and satisfied.

Aaron (the same mr. aaron) once told me, "Laughter reinterprets life." And so it does.

To me, it's joy, sealed in grace-- for such broken creatures, we've been endowed with the ability to experience such rapture.

So. Let's participate often in this divine providence. Let's laugh, and let ourselves go!

random, but funny, no?
hahahahaha

Monday, September 19, 2011

Life is only going... it just never thinks to stay. So why not take photos along the way? Why not write pages and pages on end recollecting our favorite memories?!

This is what's wonderful about jotting down the smaller stories of your day: you begin to be a better person. Yes. You really do. You become an avid admirer of people, of daily interaction, of small things that easily go unnoticed. You become a better story-teller I think too.

Oh I pray I be a librarian of memories! May I be fascinated by life, and awestruck daily!

Alright, so leave me now to my recollecting... (thank you).

Monday, September 12, 2011

Sometimes I get down.

A very long time ago, sometime when I was only a kid, I realized that angry people like to make other people angry, and that hurt people like to hurt people. I'm not exactly sure when this idea began to penetrate past my brainbox and pervade my way of handling conflict, but I think it changed me. For the good or for the worse, I do not know.



Most of you reading this (if you actually do) will wonder what is prompting this post, and will assume that today I am particularly down. And I'll admit it. I am feeling a bit down this morning... being twenty-two, with a bachelor's degree, living in the same house as your parents, and attempting to live a more adult life is... frustrating.

When I find the t-shirt I'm wearing wet with tears falling from my cheek, when I'm venting to a friend about my sadness, when I give myself a moment... it feels good. I often like to stay in that place because I am feeling some kind of intensity that ironically lets me feel more alive. I feel closer to my Jesus. Is that strange?

There is a 'however' though! However. instead of wallowing where my sorrows lie, I decided something different.

Instead of putting my energies on feeling disheartened about what I cannot do, I am doing what I can. What I can do is free myself to do the things that bring me joy.

I will dance when no one is looking.
bike. and bike father than I thought I could.
read a story.
build callouses on my finger tips from holding guitar strings.
sing as loud as I can with no worry of being heard.
write.
make something delicious.
listen to my Jesus when He speaks, or try to.

I will be capable of having joy.
and be free to love my enemies.

If I can't have my cake and eat it, I'll have nutella, and strawberries, sandwiched between a slice of sweet oat grain bread. And I shall eat it, and it will be good.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Life Currently: On Lessons.

Have you felt the fall breeze recently? Slowly blowing through, cool and crisp, I feel it coming.


It's been dawning on me that this past summer has been spent learning that life is full of lessons... and so I learn. And I tell myself, "Pay attention (to all the things that swirl around you, to every movement of your mind, body, soul; pay close attention)."

Of recent, I have found a love for routine. Once I realized that I actually had a few in place, I couldn't go back. It stole me. There is something very beautiful about having a routine, I think it speaks of faithfulness. My faithfulness to it, and its faithfulness to me. I wake up in the morning, make my bed, put toothpaste on my toothbrush, plop on the bathroom floor, and brush brush brush. That's my morning routine, and I love it. It's simple, but its
simplicity is what I'm taken by. It just feels so good to be faithful to something.

My routines are the few things in life presently that are left uninterrupted, and undisturbed. It's sacred to me as I am learning what it means to hold myself accountable to something that I intrinsically know is good for my soul. Who'd a thunk brushing your teeth could be so freeing?! It is for me. I could go on about how good routines are, how a rhythm keeps one present, how my routines have helped me see deeper into my truest self... but I shant. Mostly because
I'm still processing.


Summer, you were a deep breath for me, sometimes a huff of frustration, but nonetheless, thank you. Autumn, you are not yet.



And of course, a few photos:

love.
Not bad.
Sister fran.
Clementine did something very unlady like.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

On Being and Doing

It is 4:17 in the morning.

Already a month into this summer, and so much has happened. I always feel like I experience much, but have very few words to articulate them. I shall attempt to divulge anyhow.

The past week I've been storming through my room, getting rid of all the things I've accumulated in the past 7 years. I found an assortment of old shirts, one including a top that had Alcatraz written on the front. How bizarre is that? What in the entire nation?! What young girl would want a shirt with the name of a place infamous for imprisonment and excommunication stamped on it?? Not I. I don't think I've ever worn it.

It tickled me to find little notes I'd written to myself sprawled on the margins of my many spiral-bound notebooks I've kept since my freshman year of college. They were embarrassing, encouraging, inspiring, silly... child-like. One read, "Jesus is in love with you," written with a pink marker and a rainbow drawn behind it. The only thing missing from it were unicorns.

It humbled me to say the least, as it gave me a more accurate perspective of my walk with the Lord these past few years. After being able to read through my old journals, and through all the pithy scribbles, a much predicted nostalgia came over me.

While most of my writings were comprised of bad theology, it didn't matter, it still produced in me an awe at the unadulterated zeal I carried in Christ Jesus.

And so, I am left longing to be recaptured by the Uncreated One again, to be drawn away and wooed. I am not talking about mere emotions of bliss and butterflies, but about the glances that become a gaze. It is a selah of sorts, to which the longing to be conquered by the Lover of my soul has stilled my busyness. Oh to be won over again and again! And oh to be reawakened to the scriptures that read, "For your Maker is your Husband - the Lord Almighty is His name - the Holy One of Israel is your Redeemer, He is called the God of all the earth." Isaiah 54:5 Friends, I am quite smitten by this God.

In refocusing my affections on Jesus I've made efforts to do life a little bit differently than I have been. Many of us have heard the coined phrase, "We are human beings, not human doings." So cleverly thought of, and yet I think since the beginnings of humanity, we have been in the habit of compartmentalizing every facet of our lives, including the simple activities of being and doing. I realize though, if I were to separate the two, then I would be depriving myself of a holistic life that Jesus desires for me. I will even go so far as to say that it is imperative to do away with this particular distinction in order to live a life that embodies the one that Christ intended for us.

Stanely Hauerwas lectured on a similar theme about a month ago when I was in Pasadena, CA. Hauerwas explained that when one makes a habit out of an activity, one is not removed from the character of the activity itself, therefore, if the habit you are participating in is virtuous, you become virtuous. It's transforming. This is doing affecting being. On the other side of the coin, Hauerwas described that it is our own principles, desires, and virtue that affects the activities that we engage in - this time it is being affecting doing. The thing I gathered from this was that our being and doing are two parts of a whole, both interdependent on each other.

In Weight of Glory, C.S. Lewis points out a similar compartmentalization and calls for the same interdependence of sorts. Dealing with the differences between the sacred and the secular he writes, "All our merely natural activities will be accepted, if they are offered to God, even the humblest, and all of them, even the noblest, will be sinful if they are not. Christianity does not simply replace our natural life and substitute a new one; it is rather a new organisation which exploits, to its own supernatural ends, these natural materials." (my own emphasis included) He argues that it is not the activity we are engaging in that determines whether an activity is spiritual, but rather, it is the invitation to Christ to join us in our doing that makes our activity sacred. We are most definitely both physical and spiritual beings, and to invite Jesus into our doing allows us to settle into the very spiritual nature of our being. Practicing this is practicing a life of sacraments - the activity of God being present in our own activities.

This interdependence plays into the labor I offer as I serve those around me. There's an art to this, a discipline if you will. Too often I get into cycles where I am serving others because they asked me to, instead of letting my doing be an expression of my care for them. The emphasis here is the work I am producing, rather than my Person who is carrying out the certain deed. Viewing my service to others this way becomes detrimental as it puts value on my works rather than on who I am. A life lived like this begets a life lived after rewards. However, if my doing was no longer separated from my being, I would be doing away with my services being matters of my own worth, and restoring dignity to the human soul.

Before expounding on the restoration of the human soul, I must state that it is only by the grace of God that we have the means to serve anyone. Jesus is the full expression of the Father, He does as His Father wills. Friends, we are the expression of Jesus on the earth. For any person to serve another, that is a miracle, and it is by this Jesus we can. In light of the Person of Jesus who lives in us (John 14:20 "...I am in my Father, and you are in Me, and I am in you."), I give myself no credit if I produce anything good. I am merely the branch that carry's His fruit.

By living a life that practices doing and being simultaneously, we are restoring the kind of integrity Jesus calls us to, as He Himself embodies this too well. He did not come to solely bless us, but He gave us His Personhood. In this way, we are honoring God's Person in us and through us, not just His Divinity. This is what restores dignity to the human soul, by living in such a way that no longer puts worth on what we have done, but gives value to only One who is worthy, this God who we believe lives in us.

Thomas Merton wrote, "God is asking me, the unworthy, to forget about my worthiness and that of my brothers, and dare advance in the love which has redeemed and renewed us all in God's likeness. And to laugh, after all, at the preposterous idea of "worthi-ness." I know more clearly what he means by this.

My labor is now no longer a mere service, but it translates into something that is truly sacrificial, a true work of the Lord. My services are instead an offering of my very being. Yes, in the words of F. Buechner, we are called to be food and drink for one another. Let us be as Paul who, the scriptures say, poured himself out like a drink offering.

So. This is my new mantra: I honor the Lord who works through me, and the Lord who rests in you, restoring dignity.

Namaste in the Name of Jesus my beloveds.

Jesus, we invite you now. Amen.




On a much lighter note, here are some photos of my summer this far!
This guy comes home in 2 days.
I spent some time in RVA with Melissa and Carra, my favorites.
Look at that face!
Uh oh! Criminal behavior in cville!
Check this beauty out (yay for twinner)
Petting the horse. (as seen in photo)