Over the past month I have come to my blog thinking that I would post something. And that that something would be everything and then some. It would be inspiring. It would be witty. It would be funny. Maybe even make you pee your pants. And most of all, that it would be just the thing that you were hoping to read and just the thing that I needed in my soul to write.
Instead... I end up with a few ramblings. A few things that seem to be not worthy enough to post, let alone finish. And a few things that have not been articulated the way that I feel they should.
Seg-way into snapshots of life as of late:
Last fall, Josh Reibock spoke in chapel. His message was about the Good Samaritan and his own personal interactions with a modern day good samaritan. That day kind of changed my life. I picked up his book (My Generation) and began to read it. From cover to cover. By the end of the first chapter I found myself with notecards and highlighters and pens ready to underline and copy down my favorite tid-bits so that I would not forget what I had learned. This was a book I had been waiting for. This is what I had been hoping to find. This was something that made my pulse quicken. I had found something that had resonated with my heart. I would like to say that I have done this huge thing after reading it; a devote resolution to change the world starting with my generation... But I didn't. I shared a few tid-bits I had gotten from the book with friends, and then put the book back on my shelf. It wasn't until this past month that those notecards that I had made began to nag at me saying "Put me into practice... duh. That's why you made me!"
I, here and now, promise that I will get in the mess even when it is inconvenient, I will go to where to I feel uncomfortable in order to meet with those there, I will try to the best of my ability to be authentic even if it hurts, and let people see the change process in me.
On the 19th I was a bridesmaid in one of my best friends wedding. I have never felt more honored to be a part of a wedding party. It is funny how things work. Having known Rachel for only 5 years, but feeling like we have known each other for forever. That is how I feel about a majority of my friends that I met in college. I love and am thankful for the relationship that I have with Rachel and Chad.
Sunday, June 13 through Thursday, June 17th I had the amazing opportunity to go on an infamous Mystery Trip with my youth group. When I arrived at the church on Sunday morning I learned of our destination and trip itinerary, and to say that I was excited of all that was to come would be an understatement. Over the course of the trip I divulged of my love for Jesse McCartney music, for the first time ever felt awesome after throwing up (we had some mexican that did not agree with me whatsoever), went white water rafting and was tossed out in the middle of a class 4 rapid, and peed my pants in a closet while playing a version of hide and seek with our students. Yes, you were not imagining that last statement. I peed my pants. I have no bladder control when I laugh to the point of tears and it is hard for any coherent phrases to be heard coming from my mouth. I will just state that I blame it on Joe, Seth, and Nate for making me laugh hard earlier in the day and then creating the perfect blend of heat, tiredness, and laughter for the whole ordeal to take place. I will say one thing. It is not the first time that this has happened. Maybe I will share that some other time...
I received a text from Courtney one day this summer that said something along the lines of "the next time you go to Starbucks, you must order the blended strawberry lemonade" - I am just saying... Life-changing decision right there. It is the perfect expression of summer. And regardless of how stressed I am feeling or whatever mood I am in... I feel at peace and a little bit inspired. It is a little bit of heaven right here on earth.
About an hour ago, before I started this post, I stumbled across this website. It is something that Joel and Becca would love. Something that seems impossible and if it worked, could change the world. Exciting stuff.
Anways... I must be going to bed. In exactly 5 hours I need to be awake and drive to Chicago to pick up Dani and Ryan from the airport.