Life can take us in mysterious places and for once I want to try and document it all so I can look back and say... I'M HAPPY =0)
When I read this in a QT email felt like it summed up my past month trying to struggle with this concept so I thought I’de post it and maybe someone else isstruggling with it too =0)
“He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us. For the more we suffer for Christ, the more God will shower us with his comfort through Christ” (2 Corinthians 1:4–5).
I don’t know if i can say I’ve truly suffered but in my times of need I always go back to HIM and HIS comfort has always been the best cure.
Oh and to answer my title it’s because the weaker I get the stronger I feel I grow in HIM!
I know most Sunday school goers could give you the same answer but it’s one thing to know from a speaker and another to know through experience I feel!
So its been a while since I wrote anything but why not considering I’ve been on house arrest for the past 4 days, and I’m really starting to feel like a bird in a cage. So having chicken pox for the second time around has been an absolute nightmare! The reason being you don’t really feel sick. Aside from the fact that you want to itch all over your body it really isn’t bad. Chicken pox doesn’t drain you to where you just want to sleep, yet it doesn’t let you go outside because to the world you are highly contagious and don’t want to spread it around. However, in this time there has been one tremendous gift as well. The gift of friendship where many people have continuously asked how I was doing and wishing me the best has made the most difference. I think its because of those people that I am able to not go completely insane locking myself in my room and just wanted to thank them! Thats all =0)
P.S. Weird how school is actually applicable because I was totally thinking about social support and that is why I wrote this but yea anyone taking psych I’m sure you know what I’m talking about!
Anatole France (via reluctantbuddha)
So Care-A-Thon was yesterday and I have one less thing to worry about.. HORRAY! However, through the process I got the privilege to talk to someone refreshing. He was our opener for the night, and we got him to perform 2 week prior to the event because a band dropped out. Therefore I originally thought that he would feel discouraged since there weren’t as many people at the beginning and since he probably knew no one at the event. After his performance I tried to keep him company and talk to him almost out of sympathy more than anything.
Throughout the conversation sympathy was the last thing on my mind as the conversation flowed it sounds corny but it felt as though there were good vibes all around and although our conversation was fruitful there was an undercurrent of understanding on a different level at work. I realized that undercurrent was this overarching theme of passion for a cause. Davis’ passion for music and my passion for the event to be an enjoyable success is what brought about the great understanding.
The crazy part about all of this was when it finally clicked that as Davis sings and performs it is that very passion which subliminally gets translated into his listeners. It inspired me to really want to apply that same emotion and passion in my dancing as I showcase for Wayzgoose! Davis’ has reminded me that art is not just meant to be enjoyed, but to express and be fueled with life!
So its been a while and life has been hectic but one thing has remained the same oddly. With everything from MCIA, to SigEp and figuring out Careathon stuff I seem to feel like there is still something missing. I feel like this is something I always feel throughout the past months as I wake up go through my daily routine and fall asleep to just do it over again. I don’t know what I have to do to feel more alive again but I am going to have patience and wait for it to come to me! =0)
Ok I know I totally failed for a while but to start where I left off my most memorable day was New Years! There was a lot that was to remember but I think the one thing that stuck out the most was the pure energy that everyone had in excitement for the coming of a New Year and new possibilities. Thank you to Jun and Molly for organizing everything and I honestly never felt so excited about a New Years as I did this one. On top, I enjoyed the fact that I was fairly sober during the whole time, yet still had so much fun. This makes me want to try and have more “fairly sober fun” throughout the new year and make the most of it. Bring it 2011!!!
So a lil delayed because of the RENO trip which was dope and all but VEGAS is definitely here its at… NEW YEARS BABY!!!
Sounds cheesy but my best day of the year was probably welcome week where you get to hang out with everyone before school starts to kick in. Plus I feel like your first week of school you set goals for yourself about how you want to treat this new year of college life and I knew I had a lot in store for me but a lot of positive good things. From this week I knew I would look forward to the long nights shared with teammates that can only be described as an adventure with both MCIA and RC! Also, I would be able to enjoy the company of my brothers in SigEp special shout out to the Noble Seekers and more late nights as well and as always chillin with the roomies. Some new things I got to experience were the company of my co-workers who are always there for me and make me wonder if I’m working or just enjoying time with them. Concerts in ASUCI… what you know about the dreamteam and even Careathon as I still struggle finding a good headliner if anyone can hook it up holla at me! Anyways, in summary I feel the first week of school is the foundation block for all of those memories to be set in motion so definitely no single epic story or anything but just the end possibilities are what make me happy, especially when they are realized!!! =0)
Ummm this one might get a lil personal but I remember there was a day when I literally thought I was going crazy. I had a bunch of papers due and the break up with the ex was relatively recent but either way was still emotionally distraught and the worst part was that I was all alone because none of my roomies were there. I think all of the stress just cluster fucked me and I found myself on my couch just telling myself I needed to relax and take a deep breath cuz I felt like I had no air (see what I did there). However, this bad day led to some good as most pitfalls do. When I was at my lowest point I found myself praying something that almost felt foreign at the time. That day helped me to rekindle my relationship with God and I am grateful for that although there are events after that really shook my foundation once again.