It’s Leap Day. I was excited for today. I love odd, random, extra things. I woke up energized and determined and ready. I woke up and wrote in my journal, “God, I want today to be purposeful and intentional. It’s Leap Day! This date only happens once every four years, let’s make it count. Let’s make it good.” So I leaped out of bed (get it) and was READY for my day. So ready that I had my favorite breakfast and even worked out and showered before my day started. Today is going to rock! … So, I can’t quite put my finger on it. Maybe it’s the fact that my poor water bottle is still MIA, or that I had to purchase my 3 rd key card of the semester because mine was lost, that I left my purse in my room and had no chapstick all day, or that after I purchased my new key card, I was texted by the mom I babysit for, saying she found it. Or maybe it was just that it was so windy. And wind makes me want to blow up an orphanage. I don’t know WHAT it was. But today was off. Like, ...
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I’m going to start off by saying I have no idea where this is going to end up. I have been jumbling around in Florida and wished I could write a blog for every warm day I was there. But meetings kept us busy all day and the swimming pool was calling our names at night and there was just no time to be alone. Plus I didn’t bring my laptop, and I really didn’t want to write out a heartfelt blog on my iPhone. Sorry, Siri. For those of you who don’t know, I was at a leadership conference in Orlando. And that was basically all the information I received beforehand. But I love spontaneity and the unexpected, so I somehow packed my four days into two carry-ons and set my alarm for 5:35 am. I was ready for something, and I figured I’d come back with helpful tools and hints to lead the campus that I love. I was expecting good leadership advice and some Bible verses on great leaders. I expected to come back with strategy and a smile on my tanned face. I expected this And this ...
I really should go to bed. Really. But it’s Valentine’s Day and everyone expects single girls to have a blogful of either hating or desperate thoughts on Valentine’s Day. And I can’t let my people down (although I’m pretty sure “my people” is like four readers…). A year ago I received a basket full of my favorite foods from a boy down in Arkansas. And I walked up with the clouds that day. I was finally that girl, that girl that got the cute Valentine’s Day gift. The previous Valentine’s Days consisted of tears and begging and doubting. I don’t like talking about those Valentine’s Days. Today my gifts were from my brothers. Today there are no potentials in sight and no butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. In fact, the only thing fluttering around was me around campus as I passed out the roses. But today I didn’t cry. I didn’t doubt. I wasn’t that desperate single girl that everyone envisions. In fact my Valentine’s Day was full of work and busyness and finished w...
There are four floors in the Admin building of our school. Each floor has two sets of staircases that have about ten steps . If my math is correct, this equals to about 80 steps total. The very last steps as you come up to the top floor are the most strenuous—anyone would tell you that they are about a half a step steeper than the others. You’re already dead tired and then you have the steps of Satan. In the past 24 hours, I have climbed those steps ten times. Getting a book. Getting a snack. Forgetting about my water bottle in the choir room. Going up to my room, forgetting why I went there, going back down to class, remembering why I needed to go to my room, sprinting back to my room, grabbing what I needed in the first place, going back down to class. Passing out Toilet Talks and fliers. Those steps are going to be the death of me, I swear. Especially the steps of Satan. I’m sitting here in the library and contemplating life as I do my ethics homework, write another stu...