Thursday, January 28, 2010

A Day Without Coffee

I have blog block! So, I'll just write about my day. I woke up with the same yucky cold that has been chasing me all week, but it really got me this time. Thankfully, my only class, a nursing lab scheduled from 8-2, had already been rescheduled, allowing me to sleep in. Until 11:30. I can't remember the last time I slept until 11:30. I went through the motions of the day, eating lunch, working on homework, chillin' in my bed while watching a movie and falling asleep yet again. The weird thing about today is that never, at any point, did I crave a cup of coffee. Note to everyone reading this blog: if, at any point you ask me if I want coffee and I say no, something is terribly wrong.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

I love nursing school. Now, if you don't know me, that statement will not sound at all strange to you. However, if you've had even one conversation with me about school over the past two years, you will remember that those words have rarely, okay probably never, left my mouth. Why the sudden change in feeling, you may ask? It's simple: I've found my love. Since before I can remember, I have loved babies with a deep passion that I couldn't voice. It may sound silly, but something about the beginning of life stirs something up in me that can only be explained as joy and curiousity mixed together in a swirl of delight. Thus, my excitement about this semester's nursing classes stems from the fact that my main classes are mother/baby and pediatrics. Oh, the delight! Every time I go to class, I look forward to the day when I will (Lord willing) be a midwife in the wilds of Africa, bringing beautiful babies into the world and living my dream!

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Be Still

Last summer, when I was on my way to Kenya for a two-week mission trip, God seemed to keep telling me to be still, to relax and let Him be in control. Half a year later, I still struggle to be still and not stress about life. Why is it so difficult to simply surrender my cares into the hands of the God who created the universe? I am now back at school, wishing I was still home with my family. Worries threaten to crowd my mind, stress me out, and pull me away from my Comforter. I'm in the middle of a struggle with myself - wondering what God has planned in the circumstances around me, circumstances that make my heart hurt and make me want to cry every moment. It is in the midst of this pain, in the midst of a storm that I cannot see through that my Papa speaks these words to my heart: "Be still and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth. The Lord of hosts is with us, the God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah." Psalm 46:10-11

Thursday, January 7, 2010


I worked at Chick-fil-A tonight. It wasn't very busy, considering that this is one of the coldest days in Oklahoma's history (probably an exaggeration, but why else would they cancel school?) and people were most likely inside huddled under layers of blankets. As I was driving home, I decided that I should blog tonight, since I skipped yesterday. And then I began thinking, "Why is it so hard for me to blog every day? I love writing." That is when it occurred to me: the reason that I have a hard time blogging every day is not because I do not enjoy writing, but rather because I am not in the habit of doing so. This revelation made me feel better about my life. If I blog every day, it will become a habit and will become easier to do so. I also wonder if anyone will even ever read what I write. What's the point of writing a blog if no one ever reads it? I suppose it will build my skill as a writer. So, I shall continue! Many more posts to follow....

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Frustrations Turned to Blessings

Carly is my 1993 Nissan Sentra. She has been my reliable transportation for over a year now, in spite of a constant oil leak. However, the day after Christmas, when Carly was parked by the curb in front of my house, a white Ford F150 driven by a high schooler slid into her left rear bumper while trying to navigate the icy roads. She was still driveable, but the tail light did not work, making it technically illegal to drive her on the roads. I called the guy who hit her and we agreed that he would pay to fix Carly instead of filing with his insurance, since he is really young and his insurance would most likely sky rocket.

On New Year's Eve I went to get an estimate at a local body shop. The man who did the estimate was less than encouraging. Apparently the damage was more extensive than I had thought, considering that the estimate came to $2500. If filed with insurance, my car would be totaled and I would be left with no more than a few hundred dollars and no car. Discouraged, Mom and I climbed back into the car and headed home. Mom suggested we get a second opinion, so we stopped at a different body shop. Twenty minutes later, I walked out of that building with a huge smile on my face. The nice body shop man was willing to pop out the bumper and put in a new tail lamp for a couple hundred dollars. I can still drive Carly and the kid who hit her won't have to file with his insurance! I called the culprit and told him the good news - we settled on a sum of money and two days later we met so he could give me the cash up front.
This tale could be viewed as depressing or unfortunate or just plain annoying, but through everything that went on, except for a few moments between body shops, I never felt discouraged or overly upset. The guy who hit my car was honest enough to walk up to the house and give my brother his phone number, actually answered the phone when I called him, and handed me the money I needed to get Carly fixed with no questions asked. We found a body shop that would fix Carly enough so I may drive her legally, and there are no long-term ramifications. What did I learn through all of this? I have a Father Who cares about me enough to see over every little detail of my life. I feel extravagantly loved.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Let's Chat

This is my second attempt at blogging. All right, so I don't have a very good track record, but
I'm planning on this blog being a success. If you know me, you know that coffee is one of my favorite things in the entire world. That is, of course, after God, people, missions, and chocolate. My goal for this blog is to write as if I were chatting with my best friend over a spectacular cup of coffee. No matter what the place, the time, or the situation, coffee is always appropriate. Thus, it's never too late for coffee.