Limited Me, Unlimited God

       Well hello again! Sorry for the enormous gap between posts. At some point I will try and wrap up my blog for the trucking trip, but right now, there is bigger news to be shared!

        Here's a little background to start off with: this summer I was blessed to be a volunteer at His Hill Ranch Camp for a third consecutive time. It was an amazing summer with an extraordinary group of staff, Proverbs 27:17 comes to mind when I think of them.

        During this summer, as with the last two, the idea that I should attend Bible school at The Hill was brought up **His Hill is a camp during the summer, and a Bible School during the school year.** Anyways,  it's never really been something I've felt a strong leading towards- until this summer. I wasn't able to ignore the desire God seemed to have placed on my heart for it, and instead of that desire going away as the summer went on, it got stronger. I want to go to Bible School to build up a strong foundation and knowledge of my faith to then be able to stand firmly wherever God ends up leading me in my life.

        I put off turning in my application though, since I wasn't anywhere near financially able to provide for the tuition. I wanted to figure out how it was going to work out before I turned it in, but I eventually realized what God wanted from me was not my plan on how to make it happen, but rather my trust that He could deal with the details entirely.

        So I turned the application in, prayed a lot about it, and basically rested in the fact that I am waaaayyy to broke to pay for Bible School, and so if God wanted me there, I knew He'd provide for it. If provision didn't come though, then I could rest in the fact that that would obviously mean The Hill wasn't where God wanted me. Simple!

        Well, in the last few months, God has been confirming the path He has for me, and showing that He is capable. Through different family and friends He has been providing my needed tuition. He has taken me from having 1% of what I needed to 86%!! That's a huge answer to my prayers, and is in no way due to anything I was able to do, rather it speaks volumes about what God is capable of doing. Even though I'm still not at 100%, I believe God wants me to continue to walk forward, trusting that He will continue to provide what I need as each deadline comes around.

           So, trusting in this, I can now joyfully say that I will be attending His Hill Bible School for the Fall semester! I leave for it Wednesday!!

         I wish I was able to provide for Bible School on my own dime, but if this area that I lack in can be a testament to God's ability to provide, then I welcome it! It's helped me to have a better understanding of what Paul talks about in 2 Corinthians 12:10 - "Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ's sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong."

         So be encouraged, because we serve a God that has no limitations, and He is faithful :)

Proverbs 3:5

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths."

Psalm 37: 5

"Commit your way to the Lord, trust also in Him, and He shall bring it to pass."

If Picture is Worth 1,000 Words, Here's About 13,000 Worth

      Since my last entry was completely void of pictures, I decided to balance it out by making this one all about pictures :) Here are a few I've taken over the last few days.

This is of one of the many trailer yards Dad and I have been to. It's like an iSpy game trying to locate a specific trailer. They're identified by number and trucking company name.

Dad, getting a trailer hooked up.

Each time Dad picks up or drops off a trailer, he has to crank this lever to raise/lower the trailer's landing gear - it can be quite a workout from what I've seen!

Having fun with reflections :)

It's a pole! It's a tree! No, it's a pole disguised as a tree!

 Snapping pictures from a moving truck can be difficult, but I've been blessed with some good shots along the way :)

Driving, mile after mile

The little blue truck is why I love this shot - I was super excited to catch it! :)

Setting sun in the rear-view mirror

There are plenty of spots we pass that'd I'd love to be able to get out to snap pictures at, this was one of those spots.

I liked this tunnel :)

Some places look extra beautiful at night!

    
        I'll be sure and have pictures in the next entry too - and it'll be about snow!! :)

My Trucker Notions Debunked

      Before Dad got into trucking, I had a bunch of pre-conceived ideas of what truckers were like. Here are the main two:

1. Truckers have bad hygiene
2. Truckers aren't very smart - I mean, most people can drive, so how hard can it be?

      Well, this trip has de-bunked those notions and more, in fact, the longer I travel with Dad, the more impressed I become. Allow me to share my new-found viewpoints with you :)

      Being that I can get pretty germaphobic at times, notion #1 was a big deal starting out on this trip. How often would I get to shower? Would the showers and bathrooms even be clean? What about laundry?

      Thus far, I've found that truck-stops usually have pretty clean looking bathrooms and showers - a huge relief to me. I've also had ample chances to stop and take a shower during this trip. Basically, you have plenty of facilities available to stay as clean as you'd like :) I'm sure there are truckers that embrace the grunge, but so do other people who have bad hygiene by choice, not due to profession.

      Notion #2 was a big deal to me - I felt like whenever I told anyone my dad was a trucker, they would think less of him. I think this is because I was still dealing with my own opinion of truckers. I've since learned that trucking really is a complex job.

      For starters, before you get to truck, you have to make it through 6 weeks of trucking school, and 7 weeks of riding with a mentor - you don't just get to start driving on a whim.

        Then there is the simple fact that manoeuvring this giant machine takes major skill - every tight turn Dad takes, makes me grateful that I'm not driving. I've also been surprised to hear of the varying backgrounds different truckers have. Today Dad came across a guy who was a biomedical engineer for 20 years and just recently got back into trucking (a job he'd done before in the 80's). Seeing this guy, made me realize that Dad isn't the only trucker out there with a higher education.

       Finally, one of the most interesting things I've learned so far is what goes into fueling a truck. When we put gas in our cars, all we have to think about is how much money we are willing to pump into it pre visit, truckers don't get off that easy. If you have a heavy load (over 40,000 pounds) that you're pulling, you need to first weigh your truck on a scale. After weighing the truck, a little math skill is needed to see how much fuel you can take on while still keeping within the legal weight limit. Once you've crunched some numbers, and put in the fuel, you'll want to swing by the scale on last time to double check that your weight is legal. The exception to this is if you have a "light" load (under 34,000 pounds) - then you don't have to worry. This blew my mind - what a lot of thought for simply fueling a truck!

      There are many more examples I could give to debunk #2, but I'll stop there before I bore y'all with too many facts :P

      In conclusion, there is way more to trucking than just getting to drive around all day. I hope this encourages you to think a bit harder about other not to "glamours" jobs that you might have pre-concieved ideas about - are they factual or not?

Sweet Oasis

      Driving a toll road on our way from Illinois to Indiana, Dad and I stopped off at "Chicago Southland Lincoln Oasis". The idea behind it is to give toll-way drivers a place they can stop and rest, without paying fees to exit the toll-way and then get back on. This entry may be old news to some of you, who have seen and used these before, but considering I'd never seen one, I just had to say something about it!

      This is what it looks like from the highway, SO AWESOME! There's even a gas station off to the side of it.

The entrance

 A glimpse of the inside. They had lots of tables, and plenty of places to shop at. (from food, to coffee, to touristy shirts and things - they had it all!)

      

        By definition, an oasis is: "A pleasant or peaceful area or period in the midst of a difficult, troubled, or hectic place or situation." This "oasis" definitely lived up to it's name :) It was such a welcome break from the endless road. I went inside, got some Starbucks, and blogged - it was fantastic, and very needed!

You could even be entertained simply by watching traffic go by :)

Chewy enjoying getting out of the truck too :)

      With all the cool things I get to see from the road but am not able to stop at, going inside the oasis was definitely a highlight :)

Truck Stops, IHops, and Empties

     By the time Friday rolled around, all the driving had been done at night. I almost magically seemed to wake up in a brand new place each morning. When we arrived to Illinois I was awakened by what felt like mini earthquake tremors. Thankfully it wasn't an earthquake, but rather the tremors caused by workers unloading the trailer we'd be driving around. You see, when you drop a load one of three things happen:

1) You leave the enitre trailer at the drop off location, and "bobtail" out (bobtail is the term used whenever a cab has no trailer behind it)

2) You leave the trailer at the drop off location, and immediately take a  different trailer out with you (this could be an empty or loaded one).

3) Or, you wait for them to unload the trailer, and then drive off with an "empty".

      We did the latter option, and, after the trailer was unloaded, set off to a truck stop. The cold weather made me not want to leave my bunk. You ever had that feeling of a lovely warm cocoon of blankets that you don't want to leave? - yeah, I had that.

      Dad mentioned getting IHOP, and, well, that perked me up. :) We braved the blistering cold (I seemed to be alone in this perception) to make it across the street to an IHOP. Warm pancakes were the perfect pick-me-up that morning :) Chewbacca also joined us for some coffee.

Even wookies need a little java to get their days going!

       

       After eating, Dad went back to sleep in the truck (he was driving all night, remember?). This left me alone to come up with interesting things to do. I watched some "Leave It To Beaver" episodes in the truck (yes, I invested in buying Season 1 on dvd before this trip :) After a while, I left the truck and made a phone call, then wandered the inside of the truck-stop. It had some interesting things in it, such as:

 A little wooden band (very Pinocchio like). Dad and I later put a quarter in, but all they did was move around - no music. Sad. One of the little figures was even decapitated!

These sailers were the cutest of the dilapidated figures :)

They also had this fun giant cupcake pastry holder! How cool!

      After Dad rested up, we headed off for a night of moving "empties". Basically, it was Dad's task to help Swift get trailers that had been left at a drop off location (like in option 1 or 2 earlier) and move them back to the Swift terminal, so that they could easily be picked up and used again. This meant we had a lot of late night driving to do around the outskirts of Chicago. I did manage to get a few night pictures though:

Here Dad is using the QualComm, figuring out where we'd been sent to go, and then messaging to say when a job had been completed. - Headlamps are often utilized in my family :P

 

A close up of QualComm

 Some cars zipping by while we waited on a light

And lastly, one of the many underpasses we drove under.

Fun fact: Chicago is a very dangerous place for truckers to drive, in that, they have lots of underpasses that are too low for trucks to pass under. Therefore, truck drivers have to stay alert to notice the heights marked on all the entrances.

      After shuttling empties around, the next place we headed off to was Indiana!

Allow Me To Introduce You To The Truck

      In an effort to help everyone reading this blog be able to visualize the truck, this entry is dedicated to showing you around it a little bit :)

      To start it off, here is the front, "cab", of the truck - Dad included!

He was focused on backing up, hence no smile - all focus :)

      This is called a "Sleeper Cab" because it has bunk beds. These are for long distance truckers like Dad. Truckers who just move loads around short distances have "Day Cabs" - they look basically the same, except they stop right after the door, since there's no need for beds. Try and identify the next semi you see! Is is a longer "sleeper cab" or shorter "day cab"? This has actually been a source of entertainment to me ;)

      Taking you inside the cab, this is what the front section looks like (the part that is the same in sleeper and day cabs).

      As I've said before, the chairs are pretty comfy - very springy. You can see I've made myself at home with a pillow and blanket :) My dad keeps it freezing in the cab while driving, so without layers and blankets I'd probably not survive this trip. Also, notice the yummy Cheerios on the dash ;) The purple arrow points to our state-of-the-art Walmart trash bag, haha.

      The yellow arrow is directing your attention to the "QualComm lady" (we call it that because of the lady voice it uses). This device is how Dad communicates with Swift (the company he works for), how they track him, and it has a mapping software so that Dad never gets lost (basically, it's a fancy GPS).

       If you're like me, you've always seen weight station signs, but have been fuzzy on the point of them. Well, the blue arrow is pointing out a little blue box on the wind-shield, which is called a pre-pass. When Dad is approaching a weight station on a highway, some states have a place in the road will weigh the semi as it drives over, and if the weight is acceptable, the blue box blinks a green light meaning he can pass the weight station by; if the wieght might be over, the box blinks red, telling him to go in and get weighed.

        Why does it matter what it weighs? Well, too much weight can tear the road up, so you are only allowed so much weight per axle - the only exception is if you have a permit.

      Behind the seats (where I stood to get the picture of the front) are the bunk beds, as seen below:

       

        I have the bottom bunk, and the top bunk is Dad's. The blue arrow is pointing the "human cargo net" - a name that I just now gave it :P I buckle this net in around me whenever I sleep, it acts as a seatbelt, giving me the ability to sleep while the truck is moving.

      

       The above picture shows what's near the foot of my bed. The blue arrow points to the fridge, and purple arrow points to the tv/dvd player (Hallelujah!) You'll notice a yellow arrow, that's to show the curtain that can be pulled out to close off the front of the cab from the back (useful if I'm sleeping while Dad is driving, and allows the back to turn into a changing room).

       I hope this gives everyone a better idea of what the living quarters for truckers are like! :)

A Thursday in Missouri

     Thursday found Dad and I in Missouri, we parked at a Pilot gas station (a truck stop). I actually liked this place better than the Swift terminal, I think that was due to the fact that it was less crowded and in the middle of no where (relaxing).

     After we got there, Dad and I took a 6.5 mile (round trip) walk to WalMart and back - Dad and I like to walk, can you tell? ;) It wasn't too terribly scenic, but it was nice nonetheless. On the walk, two nice people asked us if we needed a ride. I found this pretty exciting, a nice testament to the thoughtfulness of the people of Missouri. Dad, however, decided to joke that they were really trying to get us in the car to kill us, "They both had mini-vans.." he said. I blame my father for my over-active imagination. One lady had a poodle with her though, and you can't put up with a poodle's hair and not be kind-hearted ;)

All throughout this town there were businesses owned by "Secrest", so we found if funny that on this old billboard someone had stamped "VOTE NO Gary L. Secrest" on it :P

 

     We had, yet again, 8 hours to burn here. So, at Walmart I bought a frisbee which Dad and I tossed around in the giant empty part of the truckstop parking lot. It would have been so cool if all the truckers sitting around had gotten out of their trucks and joined us for a game :P For some reason they didn't ;)

 Here is the semi! Truck sweet truck

We parked right at the end edge of the parking lot, this was the view off the edge.

A makeshift sign at the edge of the parking lot

Sales tip 101 - Don't be too cheap on advertising, it makes people question your legitimacy...

        This truck stop had a Subway connected to it, so I went there for lunch, and then got some headway done on my reading while Dad slept. I'm working on "I Kissed Dating Goodbye" by Josh Harris, a book that's been on my "to read" list FOREVER.

        I also took a shower at this truck stop, and - praise the Lord - it wasn't bad at all. Dad has a shower card for the main truck stops he goes to. The way it works is, if you fill up with more than 50 gallons, you get a free shower. You don't have to use it right away, but it does expire after a while. Dad hasn't put any fuel in the truck since I've been riding with him, so we used some showers he'd earned before. If you don't have any showers left on your card, you simply pay to use it.

        The shower was actually very well kept, I don't think I contracted anything ;) I've been told that showers at truck stops are usually pretty nice (since you're paying for it, they clean the shower after each use), whereas showers at the terminals are a little less nice (since they're free "company showers"). I've committed to trying to not get too grungy on this journey, so far so good :)

       Well, we left Missouri, and headed out to Illinois around 8pm, so far it keeps getting colder each time we move! 

Hurry Up And Wait

     Wednesday started at 3:30am for me. Actually, due to an impromptu game night with my mom and sister - and last minute packing - I was still awake by the time 3:30 came around. Around this time, Mom and I drove a little ways from the house to where Dad had parked the semi for the night, and we made my bunk, unpacked my things ext. Then we went back home where I was able to get a scant amount of sleep.

     I was awakened around 5:45am. Myself and early mornings DO NOT mix, but seeing as this was the start of my first trip in the semi, I tried staying awake up front while Dad drove – to commemorate the moment and all. My resolve died quickly, and, after getting in my bunk, I fell asleep in no time. By the time I awoke, we were almost to our first little stop at a terminal in Dallas. It was big, and full of trucks and people.

 Picture rows and rows of these - "Swift" is the company Dad works for

     The terminal had bathrooms, showers, a lounge with a tv and vending machines in it, and a place you can get your truck worked on or checked out. Walking around, I felt like I could easily be spotted as being an “outsider”, and found the crowded lounge too intimidating for my taste. (I'll try and be brave and get a picture next time) Therefore, I went back the truck and "hid".

      We had to stay at this terminal for 8 HOURS. Yep – you read that right, 8! The reason for this was, Dad was doing a "split sleeper birth". Which basically means he gets a ten hour break that he needs to take throughout his driving time, but he can split it up into two parts - an 8 hour break and a 2 hour break. He had used his 2 hour break in San Antonio, so we had the 8 hour one to do here. The prospect of finding things to do with those hours were daunting.

     Before Dad slept though, we took a short walk around - boy was it nice to get out of the truck and move!!

There was a little section of beat up trailers.

The fence-line we followed out of the terminal, here's Dad

After exiting the terminal, we walked down a road and came to a very strange open field with a mound of lush green grass right in the middle of dead grass.

It looked like someone had dumped a concentrated amount of Miracle Grow, not to mention a pile of extra dirt, on that one strip:

It was quite deep and lush!

Me and the steroid grass!

If I'd had a blanket with me, I would have been very tempted to take a nap out there...

     After the walk, the rest of the 8 hours were full of me sleeping or watching the tv in the truck. Since we didn't want to run the gas, the truck was turned off the whole time, therefore no ac. Sitting in the truck sweating, I couldn't wait to get out to cooler climates, because even though windows were opened, it was still pretty sauna like in there.

     We left the terminal close to 8pm and headed off to Oklahoma (we were making our way to drop a load in an area outside of Chicago).

     The truck itself is pretty comfy, the chair I sit in has adjustable air pocket things, and is springing – so it bounces with the bumps in the road.

     Oh, and to answer the question from Kailin, "What do truckers do to entertain themselves during all the hours of driving?" Well, in gernal Dad said, “I pass the time driving, by driving”. He explained that when your out on the road, you have to be looking for road signs, checking gauges and just being alert. (The semi is a standard car - so shifting gears adds to things to pay attention to). He does listen to music though, and, since I've been around, we've listened to Odysseys.

       I have noticed though, that almost every trucker I've seen at truck stops (including Dad) have a headset of some sort. So, even though phone conversations while driving is not wanted, I'm assuming some truckers make the odd small phone conversation here and there - via a headset of course. 

Prepare For Takeoff!

     This entry requires a little bit of back story.

     My dad has a diverse educational background - he has three college degrees: Chemistry, Computer Maintenance, and another computer-y one ;) He's been a self-contracting computer programmer for as long as I can remember. Rewind to summer '10 and dad decided to look into trucking. The appeal was that it'd be a consistent job, and after you've trucked for a certain amount of time, you can always hop back into it (Dad would still do computer work on the side).

     I was volunteering my summer at camp when mom told me that dad was going to go to trucking school. I remember thinking my dad had lost his mind, and was probably just having a mid-life crisis. Now, a year and a half-ish later, I can see that it's been an amazing fit for him. He loves trucking, and, oddly enough, my mom loves getting out and riding along with him (for upwards of a month at a time even!). Seeing how everything has gone, I now think that trucking is pretty great :)

     How does this pertain to me you ask? Well, sometime tonight, I'll be setting off with dad for a 2-3 week trucking adventure – I know, I might just be a bit crazy to try this. ;)

     The idea to ride along came about in the Fall, and only now did everything line up for me to be able to actually go. I've got my camera batteries charged, audio books downloaded, and bags packed. I'm pretty excited :)

     I'll be riding and living in the semi with him, it will be great getting to see close up what goes into this trucking job! It looks like the first thing we'll be doing is heading to a suburb of Chicago to drop a load. After that, where you end up is dependent on where they give you a load to, but it could anywhere across America! - this can make packing the right type of clothing hard! ;)

     While I'm gone I'll be blogging, taking pictures, and sending post cards – so expect this blog to be a little more active in the near future :)

     If you have any trucking questions post a comment with them, and I'll try and get it answered! That way this can be a learning experience for myself, and anyone else who has ever wondered what being a trucker actually entails :)

     Prayers for traveling safety is much appreciated!

An Overdue Update

     I obviously have problems with procrastination - sorry for the radio silence. Here's a little update on my life for y'all:

      I'll start it off with a bit of a recap: Last May I wrapped up my four years of college. The whole semester was a really bittersweet time, and leaving campus “for good” was very hard. I didn't have much time to think on the change though, because shortly after graduating I was spending my summer working media at His Hill Ranch Camp. It really was an amazing summer that I could spend an entire blog entry talking about, but I wont – not now at least.

     Looking back, it should have been obvious to me that August was destined to be the month where reality would be slapping me in the face. Just back from camp, I was a car-less, jobless, living at home again college grad – not something I was super excited about.

     In need of money, I went back to basketball officiating, not something I love; but hey, it's income. I was still doing photography, though I didn't have a whole lot lined up. (Just an August and November wedding).

     Wanting to glean more photography knowledge, I got up the gumption to email a photographer I'd met at camp. That photographer's name is Donna Gustin. She sent her kids to The Hill for camp, saw photos I had taken, and gave some really sweet comments about them. This lead me to think that perhaps she'd be game for letting me shadow her a bit to get an idea of how professionals run things. I got really excited about the idea – it seemed things were shaping up! I was reminded that God never stops working in our lives, even when we may feel like things have hit a dead end. He alone could have planned for me to meet Donna there at camp, and have it lead to me learning from her. Little did I know how big of a blessing this connection would be to me!

     Fast forward to now, and I've been a paid second shooter at two weddings with her, and now am a paid post production assistant for her – the fancy way of saying, I edit pictures for her. It's been such a wonderful job fit. I've gotten the chance to learn – a lot – and have been able to work on my photo retouch abilities (not to mention getting to use some pretty awesome software!)

So yes, even in this uncomfortable time of leaving my “college years” behind me, God has been faithful in leading me to where He wants me next :)

Brownies, Eggs, Coffee, and Bibles

      Let me prequel this by saying that the things I write about are almost always things I struggle with. So when reading this, just remember that - I don't have this all figured out, rather I'm working on the application of it :)

      I was just in the kitchen whipping up a batch of brownies (no, not homemade - but still good! :) As I was going through my normal ritual of "cleaning the bowl" (ie, eating the batter that never made it into the pan)  I suddenly thought about a friend of mine. See, this friend finds eating batter disgusting (cookie, brownie, whatever) because of the raw eggs in it. As I sat there I found something curious: I would never eat a raw egg, in fact the thought makes me slightly queasy, yet I've always loved batter. So how do I rationalize eating the batter, knowing the raw egg is there? I decided that since there are enough things in it that I like, it gives me reason to ignore the fact that something I'd normally avoid is in it too.

      Don't we seem to do the same thing with sin? An ugly sin, out in plain sight of everyone, is something we avoid, detest. Yet, when Satan mixes up a sin with a little something fun - perhaps even good - we partake, choosing to ignore the sin that we know is still there.

      It's kind of like with coffee. I don't really like the taste, but over the summer (due to lack of sleep) I would start drinking it mixed with hot chocolate - something I like. Little by little, I became more and more use to the taste of coffee - perhaps one day I may get so used to it that I'd drink it plain. In the same way, Satan slips us sins. First highly diluted ones. These then open the doors of us potentially getting sucked into bigger and bigger sins. We get used to the lifestyle/taste, and let our guard down.

      Lastly, this whole thought process made me think about ingredients, and the question: how, if someone wants to keep something out of their system, a person can avoid it? Answer: Look at the facts in the ingredient list of course!

       Many people read labels on food to see what is in it. They don't just take the item at face value (even if marketing people created the greatest logo and catchphrase). A conscientious person will look at the ingredients - see what is hiding beneath all the fun. This simple awareness of what we are really putting into our bodies can make the difference between a healthy and unhealthy person.

       Now, where does a person look to keep spiritually healthy? The Bible of course! Considering God created us, and has the best plans for us, it goes without saying that we should look to Him when we are trying to figure out what is really good. The world will "market" many things to us that it presents as good, but we must be vigilant to check the things that the world gives us against the truth of the Bible. This way we can avoid being taken down by the things of this world that can bring us a spiritually unhealthy place.

Change Anyone?

     I decided to consolidate some of the notes I've written on Facebook to this Blog - it's the organizer in me.

     I re-read this particular note for the first time in a while today, and God used words He gave me nearly 2 years ago to remind me of a lesson I still haven't quite gotten straight. I hope that even if you've read this before, God can use it to remind you as well.

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"Change Anyone?"

                  I was lying in bed – attempting to sleep, but my mind was going a mile a minute. I felt God was laying the following thoughts on my heart to be shared (something I too often ignore doing). So I climbed down from my loft, and typed them. Forgive me if it is choppy … but it is 12:34am ...

Change – it can be uncertain, scary, potentially painful, exciting, or hard, but to be changed for the better… well, that is always worth the cost.

          My roommate Melissa has needed a new glasses prescription for some time now, and a few days ago she finally got the new, updated pair. With her old ones she could see, but not sharply. There was a time those glasses were exactly what she needed, but time had passed, and new glasses were in order. These new glasses have sharpened her vision for the better, but now she must go through a transition time with them. Wearing the new ones gives her better vision, but also comes with discomfort and coordination issues as her body learns to adapt to seeing differently. Of course she could just go back to the old pair, the comfortable one, but she would then be missing out on all the beauty in this world that she could be seeing clearly.

          In my life it seems people usually resist big changes. Even with the knowledge that changes God intends for us are for the better, it can be disconcerting to see things differently – to leave something we are used to, even if we know it is for the better. But the longer we fight the change, the more we are missing out on...

If there are changes going on in your life right now - be encouraged, God is faithful ^_^

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     This message was pertinent back then because I was struggling with big life changes that were going on - by way of a relationship break up. God had to remind me that relationships can be used by Him for good, but also sometimes must be let go of for the better. This message is pertinent to me now because I've found the transition from college student to adult to be something terribly daunting.

The cover for an old Overflow album captures how I've been feeling best:

     I've always liked this picture. It looks so silly, but I find myself acting like the fish in the bowl way too often. I need to embrace the changing seasons of my life, not be scared of them, knowing that each stage pulls me closer to what God has in store for me.

Fortune Cookie Bible

       I was thinking today about how I need to make time in my days for personal Bible reading - and I mean making consistent time, that I don't allow myself to flake on. Too often I fall prey to what I am dubbing the “fortune cookie” method of reading my Bible. When I feel like it, or on special occasions, I'll “crack it” and read a little blip of what it says. Then I put my Bible up and go on with my day.

       Without taking time though, I end up having devotionals that stay on my mind for a little bit, but as the day progresses I start to forget. (Not to mention, reading only little bits and pieces of Scripture also puts me at risk of getting things out of context, and that is never good.)

        It's ironic that back when Bibles where hard to come by (due to the fact that the printer had not been invented yet) people would go so far as hand copying any part of it they could, just so they could study and pour over The Word. Yet now, in America where Bibles are a plenty, people seem to care less. Is the fact that they are commonplace dulling us to the reality of what The Bible is?

“For the word of God is living and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.” - Hebrews 4:12

        God's Word was not meant to be read lightly like a fortune cookie, with a little piece here and a little piece there. I need to pour over Scripture till it permeates every part of me. To the point where in all my daily activities I meditate on what I've read, and apply it to my life. I cannot get stuck in this shallow place anymore. God calls us to a deeper relationship than that.

Of Kids And Playdough

    A couple weeks ago, I babysat two little kiddos. At one point in the day, we all sat around the table and played with Playdough (can you say awesome, and nostalgic!? :) Anyways, I wowed them both with my mad Playdough snake rolling skills - it was a hit. I'd roll them each a snake, they'd play with it, and give it back to me when it needed to be mended.

    Now, I realize some of you reading this may not be proficient Playdough snake rollers, so let me explain one thing: to make a good snake, you take some dough, and squish it together, making sure all the flaws (cracks and such) are out – then you'll be able to roll a nice long snake that will be more resilient to little hands :)

    So, back to the story: a funny thing happened, the smiling 2 year old would give me his cracking/breaking snake to fix; knowing I'd made it, so I could fix it. I'd then take the snake and mush it all together into a fresh ball again. When he looked over to see his snake being crushed, his little face would distort into a look of confusion and unhappiness. Motioning at me to roll it, not break it he seemed to say, “What are you doing, I wanted you to fix my snake, not kill it!?”. I tried to assure him that everything would be fine, but he just kept his eyes on the ball of dough, and did not smile again till he saw a snake being rolled out once more.

    This process happened several times, it made me laugh. How could he forget so quickly that even though I was destroying his snake, it was for the purpose of building him up a better one? Why wasn't he trusting me? I mean, he had seen me do it before for him... It hit me later, that I am the exact same way with God. I'll give Him things in my life that I want to be made better, asking Him to fix it. Sometimes though, God has to tear down, to be able to best rebuild. Then, like the little 2 year old, we forget all of God's faithfulness to us from before, and stay so focused on the things falling apart that we forget to keep trusting God's abilities to take the broken things in our lives, and heal them – even if we can't grasp how the process works.

    I decided I should take this Playdough lesson to heart, and next time I feel like God is allowing something to fall apart, to remember that He knows better than I, and life doesn't always have to make sense to me - I simply need to have faith that God is in control of life's changes. That should always be reason enough to not fret.

    I am a “fretter” though, so this is something I know I will have to continually work on.

Hebrews 13:5 - “...be content with such things as you have. For He Himself has said, 'I will never leave you nor forsake you.'”

Dinner For Two - And Guest

    I've been contemplating what my first real Blog entry should be about (the “hello” one doesn't count you see). After tonight, I now know exactly what I'd like to write about. Dinner.

    My sister Sarah and I got some Chili's gift cards from our neighbors in return for watching their cat periodically whenever they go on trips and such. After a week of trying to figure out when to use them, we finally got around to it today. It was lovely. Just the two of us going out to dinner together, something we realized doesn't happen that often (unless you count Chick-Fil-A or Taco Cabanna trips). This was a rare “sit in a nice restaurant and dine” experience. Our waiter obviously didn't care too much about us being there though, since throughout dinner waiting for anything always took FOREVER. Now, I can understand when a restaurant is hopping and people are just too busy to get things done right away, but this was different - there was hardly anyone else there! I played waiter “I Spy” and found that he kept going to the other side of the place to talk with his friends. Even sat down too – not ok. Well, once everything was eaten, we were waiting (ha, what else is new!?) for the check to come, when Sarah suddenly announces that there is a big fat roach, a couple booths down from us, on a “Presidente Margarita” sign. Uh oh!

 *Let me interject that Sarah has one of the worst roach phobias of anyone I know. Therefore, my initial concern was for the restaurant, and how they'd handle a screaming customer.*

    I could tell Sarah was ready to sprint out of there the moment that roach might decide we were more interesting than the sign and fly over. (She had slide from sitting near the window of our booth to the far side near the walkway). I started to get nervous when I saw our little roach friend flutter her wings – ick! Sadly we still had to pay, and couldn't really leave without saying something, if only for the sake of the other diners.

    We managed to get an employee who was cleaning tables to come by, since who knows where our waiter was. We proceeded to tell him about the roach, to which he really didn't show that much surprise. Actually the only emotion he displayed was dread, like he was the unlucky one that now had to do something about it. He just stood there just looking at it, then finally spoke, “Man, that's not good” he said, “I mean, roaches in the kitchen that fall in your salad that's ok – but out here, that's bad. Haha, I'm just joking!”

We were not impressed with his joke.

    Our waiter came back around (he probably was nervous we were telling on him) and when he realized what was going on all he had to say was, “Y'all didn't see that...”

Uh huh.

    The unlucky employee went over to the roach with a broom. Not wanting to be around to see how that approach would go, we gave our waiter the meal money and left lickety split. I felt bad though, because there were two girls sitting across from our booth who looked less than pleased at the turn of events, especially since they had just received their food. Yum.

    Moral of the story: avoid eating at Chili's in the Alamo Quarry – unless you are partial to big ole' bugs coming over to ask you how dinner is going.

Hello Blogging World!

    Before this Blog relationship begins, I must let you know that sometimes I will forget to Blog, but never take it to heart. My Blogging absences are not because I do not care, rather probably because of one of two reasons:

1. Nothing of interest has happened and I don't want to spam any of the followers I may be lucky enough to have.
2. Too much of interest has happened and I haven't gotten the chance to sit down and share right away.

    Either way, I hope you'll stick with me - through the lengthy posts, and the nonexistent posts. Most of all I hope that this Blog is used by God for something bigger than I could ever plan.