Saturday, April 23, 2011

Easter.

Easter is my favorite holiday; therefore, this time of year is my absolute favorite. Flowers are blooming and the weather is getting warm. I get more and more excited about Easter each and every year. Most of that is because as each year passes, I'm continuing to grow in my faith, and I'm becoming more and more aware of how desperately I need a Savior. Needless to say, I am ecstatic about tomorrow and what it brings. New life. An escape for the death that I absolutely deserve. It's so easy to get caught up in the busyness of life and not pay a second thought to what was done on the Cross. The King of the world sent His only son to die, to pay the price, so that I could be free. Tomorrow is such an exciting day.


What a God we have! And how fortunate we are to have him, this Father of our Master Jesus! Because Jesus was raised from the dead, we've been given a brand-new life and have everything to live for, including a future in heaven—and the future starts now! God is keeping careful watch over us and the future. The Day is coming when you'll have it all—life healed and whole.
-1 Peter 1:3-5, The Message






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Monday, April 11, 2011

A quote.

I promise to leave some of my own original thoughts here soon:

"The disposition to leave the dearest objects of our hearts in the sublime keeping of the general and unspecific belief that God is now answering our prayers in His own time and way, and in the best manner, involves a process of in crucifixion which is obviously unfavorable to the growth and even existence of the life of self."

-T.C. Upham

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Surprisingly Wise Words.

I was shooting a scene in my new film, No Strings Attached, in which I say to Natalie Portman,

“If you miss me, you can’t text, you can’t email, you can’t post it on my Facebook wall. If you really miss me, you come and see me.”


I began to think of all of the billions of intimate exchanges sent daily via fingers and screens, bouncing between satellites and servers. With all this texting, emailing, and social networking, I started wondering, ‘Are we all becoming so in touch with one another that we are in danger of losing touch?’
It used to be that boy met girl and they exchanged phone numbers. Anticipation built. They imagined the entire relationship before a call ever happened. The phone rang. Hearts pounded. “Hello?” Followed by a conversation that lasted two hours but felt like two minutes and would be examined with friends for two weeks. If all went well, a date was arranged. That was then.

Now we exchange numbers but text instead of calling because it mitigates the risks of early failure and eliminates those deafening moments of silence. Now anticipation builds. Bdoop. “It was NICE meeting u” Both sides overanalyze every word. We talk to a friend, an impromptu Cyrano: “He wrote nice in all caps. What does that mean? What do I write back?” Then we write a response and delete it 10 times before sending a message that will appear 2 care, but not 2 much. If all goes well, a date will be arranged.

Whether you like it or not, the digital age has produced a new format for modern romance, and natural selection may be favoring the quick-thumbed quip peddler over the confident, ice-breaking alpha male. Or maybe we are hiding behind the cloak of digital text and spell-check to present superior versions of ourselves while using these less intimate forms of communication to accelerate the courting process. So what’s it really good for?
There is some argument about who actually invented text messaging, but I think it’s safe to say it was a man. Multiple studies have shown that the average man uses about half as many words per day as women, thus text messaging. It eliminates hellos and goodbyes and cuts right to the chase. Now, if that’s not male behavior, I don’t know what is. It’s also great for passing notes. There is something fun about sharing secrets with your date while in the company of others. Think of texting as a modern whisper in your lover’s car.

Sending sweet nothings on Twitter or Facebook is also fun. in some ways, it’s no different than sending flowers to the office: You are declaring your love for everyone to see. Who doesn’t like to be publicly adored. Just remember that what you post is out there and there’s some stuff you can’t un-see. But the reality is that we communicate with every part of our being, and there are times when we must use it all. When someone needs us, he or she needs all of us. There’s no text that can replace a loving touch when someone we love is hurting.

We haven’t lost romance in the digital age, but we may be neglecting it. In doing so, antiquated art forms are taking on new importance. The power of a hand-written letter is greater than ever. It’s personal and deliberate means more than an email or text ever will. It has a unique scent. It requires deciphering. But, most important, it’s flawed There are errors in handwriting, punctuation, grammar, and spelling that show our vulnerability. And vulnerability is the essence of romance. It’s the art of being uncalculated, the willingness to look foolish, the courage to say,

“This is me, and I’m interested in you enough to show you my flaws with the hope that you may embrace me for all that I am but, more importantly, all that I am not.”


- Ashton Kutcher

Monday, March 14, 2011

Times.

I hear You say,
"My love is over. It's underneath.
It's inside. It's in between.
The times you doubt Me, when you can't feel.
The times that you question, 'Is this for real? '
The times you're broken.
The times that you mend.
The times that you hate Me, and the times that you bend.
Well, My love is over, it's underneath.
It's inside, it's in between.
These times you're healing, and when your heart breaks.
The times that you feel like you're falling from grace.
The times you're hurting.
The times that you heal.
The times you go hungry, and are tempted to steal.
The times of confusion, in chaos and pain.
I'm there in your sorrow, under the weight of your shame.
I'm there through your heartache.
I'm there in the storm.
My love I will keep you, by My pow'r alone.
I don't care where you fall, where you have been.
I'll never forsake you, My love never ends.
It never ends."
-Tenth Avenue North


Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Pressure

I lead a Bible Study for Freshman Girls. With this leadership position comes a lot of responsibility. Not only am I responsible for leading a weekly Bible Study, and making sure that what I'm teaching is Scripturally based and Biblically sound, I'm responsible for giving Godly advice when I'm presented with various problems in the lives of my girls. I love what I do, and balancing my schoolwork while constantly meeting with girls and preparing for Sunday night meetings hasn't been much of a problem until lately.

The semester has been a pivotal point for a lot of people, not just my Bible Study girls. I have a constant flow of girls in my room, telling me about their life, the things that they're struggling with, etc. There is a lot of hurt and pain in this world. I've had girls tell me of their struggles with self-worth, self-image, and feeling so low that they result in self-injury in order to feel some sort of relief, even just for a few minutes. I've been sworn to secrecy by most, promising that I wouldn't tell anyone. Sometimes I keep that promise. Sometimes I'm incapable of helping them and have to tell someone else who can.

This week has been a difficult week. I've been in a constant panicked state for the past few days. I love what I do, but I have trouble reminding myself that I can only advise. I can't fix. I can't take away anyone's pain; I can only help them through it. I can't prevent someone from hurting themselves; but I can remind them of the love of the One who knows their heart better than they even thought possible. I have trouble remembering this. I have trouble remembering that I'm not failing anyone by not being able to fix them. That was never a possibility in the first place. I struggle to remember that I'm not required to have it all together or to even look like I have it all together all of the time. I'm no better than any girl that I speak with; I struggle, I worry, and that's ok. I'm a human.

I've become so good at putting up a front. I can put a mask on, walk into a crowded room, and never once be questioned for my lack of 'togetherness'. But sometimes, I come to a wall and I feel like everyone needs something from me. I can't meet everyone's needs. I feel like I'll be a disappointment if I can't take on another burden right then and there. I start to panic because, in reality, if I can't even help myself, how in the world am I supposed to help someone else? That's where I landed yesterday. I had just learned of another considerable amount of pain in the life of another girl whom I love so much. I was running late for another engagement, and when I finally arrived, I was greeted by people who, even though they love me, needed me. I panicked and couldn't control my emotions when I realized that I'm not able to help myself enough to help other people more.

I'm in a funk and I can't fix it. I can't fix the lives of those around me. And I can't heal their pain. I'm not required to. I'm so busy that I'm wearing myself thin, and I'm neglecting myself and the relationships of people that actually pour into MY life. Although I fear becoming a burden to them, I have to remember that "even though Jesus washed a lot of people's feet, He allowed for others to wash His as well".

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Ephesians 5:22-23

"Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything.

Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her to make her holy, cleansing her by the washing with water through the word, and to present her to himself as a radiant church, without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless. In this same way, husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself." -Ephesians 5:22-23



I love this. I think marriage is so beautiful. I'm not a feminist in the slightest. I think wives submitting their husbands is Godly. I'm obsessed with this idea.



Random thoughts, I apologize. It's been a rough week and this chapter in Ephesians has been on my heart for a few days now.



‎"We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be." -C.S. Lewis

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Monday, December 13, 2010

update...

It's been a while...

Just a few thoughts...

1. Christmastime is finally here :) I'm home, and home is truly where the heart is.

2. I kicked this semester in the booty. :)

3. JARED (that kid I never, ever see) is coming home on FRIDAY! Seriously, I'm not quite sure how to spend my time at home when he isn't here. We're going on a real date on Saturday. I get all warm and fuzzy inside when I think about it. He makes every situation just a little bit brighter. Shoot. I just can't wait.

4. I'm working... a lot. But I love my job. So much. And I'm so thankful that I have one that I can enjoy.

5. Two beautiful people got married this past weekend... I've known them for a while. It's my first set of friends to actually be married... I was rather perplexed initially, but I'm so in love with how in love they are. And even though it's a weird thing when all of your friends start to get married, it's a lovely thing. I'm just so thankful I was able to witness it first hand.

6. I love the holidays.

7. I've fallen in love with Dave Barnes and his music. He makes my heart melt. He was in Greensboro last week... I had class. Boo. Soon. :)

8. It has snowed TWICE in DECEMBER in NORTH CAROLINA. Amazing.

9. I'm super excited about next semester, and the fact that my first official Special Education book is on it's way. Also, the fact that I paid $13 for a $90 book makes it that much better.

10. I do miss Greensboro, just a little bit. Harrisburg makes my heart warm though. <3