hippier & happier

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A freshman on my hall hates me.

I have said hi to her, I have smiled at her, I even made a joke today in the bathroom while we were both in our towels because I spilled the contents of my shower caddy. And she still looks at me with this snotty, unimpressed stare. As if I am the most obnoxious person to ever have spilled shampoo. As if she doesn't even see me when we pass each other in the hall. AS IF MY JOKES AREN'T FUNNY!

I am determined to have a moment of connection with her. Keep an eye out, dear blog readers. Someday I am going to get on this thing and talk about how I have won her over. Honestly I would be thrilled with eye contact; a smile seems less possible right now than me actually getting organized this year.

This year.

This year I am the student body secretary (and therefore a formal planner and toilet talk publisher), an accompanist for a choir and an alto in another, keyboardist for two worship teams, half marathon trainee, piano teacher, student, youth leader, senior recital prepper and I'm going to dream real big and try to have a social life as well. This year is going to be a whirlwind of music and busyness and late-night reading and I love it. I thrive on this. Why not do everything? What the heck, I'll try out for the musical! I'll go on two choir tours! Sign me up to help plan the women's retreat, too! Bring it on, senior year. I want to do it all because I can and I really don't like sleeping all that much anyways.

Day 1: naked with a headband
and being a hippie helps me not feel so stressed
day 2
rocking the prairie skirt I haven't worn in at least five years

God has so much to teach  me this year. About spending time with Him and what that actually means. What He wants out of it. He is going to teach me anew about how I need Him. About how reading His Word and knowing Him isn't a requirement, it's a necessity. It is a wellspring of life that I must draw from. I don't get that yet. Most of the time I let myself get too busy and don't delve deep into that well. And then I feel guilty and when I pray that God will help me with something the next day I feel like a teenager who just mouthed off to their parents and then asked for the car keys. Like He's like, "Oh hey Whit...you're back. Um, nice to see you too?" And so I feel ashamed and then it all snowballs from there. I'm praying He shows me how I need His Word. How I need Him and that it becomes my mentality and my daily bread. I wish I could comprehend how much I need Him, and I am praying and waiting upon Him to show that to me.

I know I haven't gotten on in awhile, so here are the past few weeks in picture form:


year two of toilet entertainment

fourth parking sticker
there is never any parking

absolutely love everything random & inexplicable about
the fact that roadies ride around Grace

explanation later!

possibly the best thing that happened to me all week

boyfriends

games that no one likes


stanford 4

more mug gifts!

the final product


reppin' old halls

and celebrating new ones

rainy move-in days

the wall of men I plan on dating this year

some call this splurging.
I call this replacing calories from 14 mile runs

"you're at vehicle registration too? lady, are you in charge of EVERYTHING?"

Grace girl parking

party with me, even if you aren't a senior.

i don't normally eat donuts.
but when there's coffee AND donuts....

freakends

level 400.
and now I can officially prepare for my senior recital.

aaaand my  uncle is a stud

told you

post lunch rainy walks = fave

This week reminded me why I love Grace. Why this community is so important to me and why I walk into every toilet stall every month. Why I love serving and praying for this campus. But recently, what I have been appreciating most on this campus is...the men.

Stay with me.

I'm not talking about the boys. Though the boys are funny & they give you dimes to buy suckers. Boys are...just okay. But this week some wonderful MEN have gotten me coffee, given me coffee mugs, sang to me, tell me I looked pretty, affirmed me, and I feel smitten by these wonderful males in my life. And I'm realizing anew how God created men and women to edify each other in ways that women can't edify women and men can't edify men. And how we make everything so weird and so marriage-oriented, we forget to enjoy and thrive in the platonic relationships God designed us to have. I hope you have at least one man in your life (and I say man because the boys just flirt and play around) that edifies and supports you, there is something wonderful and encouraging about it.

Well I just spent precious time that I should have been using to get something...anything...done. But I love you all and I love writing more than reading about ancient music history. Sorry for the sporadic, all-over-the-place blog.

It's my hippie headband. And my lack of desire to do homework.

Distractions are welcome. I love spontaneous phone calls!

Call me <3 maybe.="maybe.">

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