23 November 2009
I am at the Christmas Prism rehearsal right now, listening to the Houghton College Choir run through "This is My Father's World". They are doing a lovely job. (If you are wondering why I am online during a rehearsal, it is because the rehearsal is three hours long. And, given that I'm only playing in three pieces and none of them are even close to an hour, I have plenty of downtime in there.)
I want to share a poem with you that I found some time ago. I have no idea who wrote it and no copyright infringement is intended (if it is copyrighted).
The Tandem Bike
At first, I saw God as my observer, my judge,
Keeping track of the things I did wrong,
So as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die.
He was out there sort of like a president,
I recognized his picture when I saw it, but I really didn’t know him.
But later on when I met Christ,
It seemed as though life was rather like a bike ride,
A tandem bike,
And I noticed that Christ was in the back helping me pedal.
I don’t know when it was that he suggested we change places,
But life has not been the same since.
When I had control, I knew the way.
It was rather boring, but predictable,
The shortest distance between two points.
But when he took the lead, he know delightful long cuts –
Up mountains, and through rocky places at breakneck speeds.
It was all I could do to hang on!
Even though it looked like madness, he said “Pedal.”
I worried and asked, “Where are you taking me?”
He laughed and didn’t answer, and I started to learn to trust.
I forgot my boring life and entered into the adventure.
And when I’d forget and say, “I’m scared,” he’d lean back and touch my hand.
He took me to people with gifts that I needed,
Gifts of healing, acceptance, and joy.
They gave me gifts to take on my journey, and we were off again.
He’s say, “Give the gifts away; they’re extra baggage, too much weight.”
So I did, to the people we met,
And I found that in giving I received – but still out burden was light.
I did not trust him, at first, in control of my life. I thought he’d wreck it.
But he knows biking secrets, knows how to take sharp corners,
Knows how to jump to clear rocks,
Even knows how to fly to shorten scary passages.
And I am learning to be quiet and pedal in the strangest places.
And I’m beginning to enjoy the view – and the cool breeze on my face –
With my companion Jesus Christ.
And when I’m sure I just can’t do any more, he must smiles and says, “Pedal.”
It's a good reminder for me, and I hope it puts new perspective on your day!
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving week - I probably will be offline and not blogging again until sometime next week!
22 November 2009
I am so excited about going home for break in 2 days! Talking on the phone to my family isn't the same as seeing them, and I almost never talk to my other friends on the phone so it will be great to see them, too! For now - I have 6 classes (including a test) and chapel before I can go home! Oh and yes - I also have a Prism rehearsal, prism being Houghton's Christmas gala. It's quite a big deal around here, but I've been enjoying listening to Christmas music. It's not bad stuff to have stuck in my head!
Hope your day has been restful and enjoyable!
20 November 2009
I go home in 4 days for Thanksgiving break! I'm looking forward to seeing my family and friends, eating real food (no offense meant to Pioneer Caterers, who do an awesome job for cooking on a scale like they do) and having no homework! Actually, the homework thing isn't true because I have a term paper to write somewhere in there and two tests the day after I get back. But it should still be plenty of fun!
I got a room draw notice in the mail today. It's weird to think about signing up already for next fall! (Since I won't be here next spring what would usually be spring sign ups rolls into fall.)
Well, I know this is relatively short, but I'm tired . . . just wanted to let you know that I'm doing much better than I have been in quite awhile because of being done with that project. And I'm healthy now, too, so that is a definite positive. =)
18 November 2009
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11 November 2009
“Mommy, can I please have a quarter?” “What for?”
She asked, already knowing what I would say.
“I want to get gum at the grocery store” I
Replied, and she gave it to me.
“Hey, Mom, can I have five dollars?”She
Tried not to sigh as she asked, “What for?”
“I want to go to the movies,” I replied,
And she gave it to me.
“Mom, I need a twenty,” I tried, hoping
She was in a good mood. “I have a date
Tonight.” She gave me a tired look, but
She gave it to me.
“I’m out of gas for the car, and I
Have to go to work,” I said as I gave
Her a look. She pulled out money and
Gave it to me.
“I want to go to college and I need lots
Of money,” I wheedled. It was a stretch,
And I knew it. “Talk to your dad, dear. I’m
Out of money to give you.”
I wrote this last year - and no, it is not my true story! Hope you enjoyed reading it and are having a great day.
09 November 2009
06 November 2009
To show you just how much I mean that, I am copying something I wrote earlier today:
I feel alive for the first time in roughly a week minus two days, plus seventeen point five hours, minutes ninety minutes. It is now 1:21 pm on November 6. When did I start feeling sick?
Answer: one minute ago, when my mind turned 'sick' and wrote out that math problem!
Rejoice in the Lord; He keeps His promises. May your day be filled with peace.
05 November 2009
I have been toying with the idea of a blog for a long time, and my friends finally convinced me that I really should do it! So here I am, and I hope you enjoy. I know I'm crazy (some would say worse than crazy) to start a blog just as I committed to writing a novel with nanowrimo, and the semester is getting more difficult (with me being one of those OCG [obsessive compulsive grades] people). Ah, well. After all, if I have any spare time at all it is spare time, and I can do with it as I like - right? :)
I want to share a poem I wrote last winter about the place I was going to school.
A Lonely Day
I turn the corner of the sidewalk and
swerve. Two people are kissing,
wrapped up in each other;
never even saw me.
A girl sits on the bench where the
wind is strong, the smoke of her cigarette
lost in the snowflakes. She pulls
her jacket closer around her
shoulders and breathes in and slowly
out, looking at me vacantly.
I shiver at the hopelessness of being
out on a day like this, and reach
for the door. A guy is just ahead of me;
he holds the second door for me.
“Thank you,” I say, and he nods as
he walks on.
I curve around the long hallway.
“Try a latte or spiced cider,” I read.
“We serve pastries and bagels.” I sigh
and look around. Fifteen people pass by,
all of them texting or with their
hands in their pockets and their
eyes on the floor or humming
along with their iPods.
Three girls walk up to the counter.
They are laughing. One orders a
bagel sandwich, another a cappuccino,
and the third a bowl of soup. “I
have class at two,” one says.
“Aural theory. I still haven’t
done my homework.” They all laugh,
and I smile with relief. So
there are people here who have
interaction with others.
I walk down the long hallway,
aware. I am a passing face, a
Person that is a blur, an unknown
Sometimes I get tired of not knowing
people. I open the door, and a cold
rush of snow strikes my face and
numbs my hands. I step into the
flow of humanity, into an impersonal
wave that carries me along and where
I am alone.
I spent most of the year at school not really knowing anyone and feeling rather anonymous. Now that I am here at college with wonderful friends, I feel much different! I am an incredibly blessed girl. Have a wonderful day!