The Saturday night rituals have a drastic change here at my family's house. I've had to significantly adapt to their ways of doing things. On Saturday we were up at the same time of the rest of the week (which was pleasanter than it sounds. I can be a morning person when I want to be)... and then we (being my Daddy and little sister) went to Romulus to install a toilet. It was a long ride, and we filled it by singing (all three of us together!) to worship songs at the top of our lungs. :) It was fun, and I had forgotten how well our voices sound together.
On the way home, we stopped by a thrift store where we found a motorized scooter! We took it home and fixed it up (it was merely sporting a little hole in it's rear tire that took ALL DAY to fix. :P ) and its mine to bring to Chicago in a couple weeks! I can't wait... the time is growing shorter and shorter.
Among the business of these past few days, I realize at this moment that I've completely forgotten to read my Bible, slow down to pray... or even think of doing any of those things! Living here has me running in circles sometimes, and the evenings bring me either barely conscious (because I'm exhausted) or feeling rushed to do everything I didn't have time to do during the day. I feel appalled that it's rolling around now to Sunday, and I'm sitting on my seat with my laptop on my knees, thinking back at my week, and cant remember one time that I slowed down to remotely acknowledge God!
Lord! I'm so sorry I've forgotten you! I am torn apart at my own human-ness; getting caught up in the whirlwind of everything happening around me, that I dont even remember the Person who privileged it to me!
Thank you so much, Lord! Forgive me, and help me to constantly have you on my mind.
I want to be sensitive to God in everything I do. Sigh... maybe this will be the last Saturday night that I look back and remember that I've forgotten.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
First Day on the Jobsite
I feel like sweat is secreting from every single pore of my body~ I'm all sticky and yucky and am in desperate need of a long SHOWER. But hey- Good work feels great in the long run!
Today I woke up at my usual time (720 in the morning), but instead of getting ready for a bus ride, I tied on my work sneakers, pulled on my work clothes, and took a long swig of Vitamin D infused, whole milk (NOT out of the jug, though, just to clarify).
Daddy and I cleaned out his truck from yesterday's job's tools and put in today's tools (we were doing a painting job today). We didn't leave until 1000 but I was already exhausted! I guess Im not used to this anymore!
Well, I'm in line for a shower, so I'll leave this one short. :) Another work day tomorrow!
Today I woke up at my usual time (720 in the morning), but instead of getting ready for a bus ride, I tied on my work sneakers, pulled on my work clothes, and took a long swig of Vitamin D infused, whole milk (NOT out of the jug, though, just to clarify).
Daddy and I cleaned out his truck from yesterday's job's tools and put in today's tools (we were doing a painting job today). We didn't leave until 1000 but I was already exhausted! I guess Im not used to this anymore!
Well, I'm in line for a shower, so I'll leave this one short. :) Another work day tomorrow!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
The First Post
Well, it's July 21st of 2010, and there's 28 more days 'til I leave Michigan to go to school in Chicago- I'm going to be among the other freshmen of Moody Bible Institute, working towards a major in Urban Ministries and living on-campus in Smith 7.
For the past week I've been EPIC packing up my room, because I'm moving back to my parents for a month and working with my father, who is a carpenter. I have three little siblings who I am going to see 24 hours a day, seven days a week, and I'm preparing myself to relearn the definitions of 'patience' and 'role model'. All six of us (including my mom and dad) are a cute bunch; preferring to substitute "quirks" with "traditions" and well known for the smells of chili and the sounds of disco wafting out of our windows.
Since I am the first kid in the family to go to college (I'm the oldest, so it's a given), this whole process has been new and exciting and scarey. I've had to apply for scholarships, fill in the FAFSA, buy things for the dorm, collaborate with my roommates, prepare myself for classes, pack up my room, and worry over paperwork. Who knew college was going to be so hard- and I'm not even there yet!
Last night was the last night of packing and repacking- and because it was the last night there I decided to take a break from the "have-to-do" and start on the "want-to-do" just for a little while. So I celebrated and grieved the move with a little ice cream, lots of spanish music and dancing, and a long bubble bath, reading the Bourne Identity surrounded by foam. Then I got out, put my hair up, and watched the newest episodes of White Collar and Covert Affairs before going to bed.
This morning was pretty tough. I went to go look for something before leaving for work and found everything in boxes! (Of course! lol) My bus driver, with whom I've had a very good relationship with for the past 2 and a half months, talking and laughing every weekday morning at 814 am, gave me a free ride-pass home and a tearful hug goodbye, because it was my last day of work, and therefor last bus ride. Sigh, Change is difficult.
For the past week I've been EPIC packing up my room, because I'm moving back to my parents for a month and working with my father, who is a carpenter. I have three little siblings who I am going to see 24 hours a day, seven days a week, and I'm preparing myself to relearn the definitions of 'patience' and 'role model'. All six of us (including my mom and dad) are a cute bunch; preferring to substitute "quirks" with "traditions" and well known for the smells of chili and the sounds of disco wafting out of our windows.
Since I am the first kid in the family to go to college (I'm the oldest, so it's a given), this whole process has been new and exciting and scarey. I've had to apply for scholarships, fill in the FAFSA, buy things for the dorm, collaborate with my roommates, prepare myself for classes, pack up my room, and worry over paperwork. Who knew college was going to be so hard- and I'm not even there yet!
Last night was the last night of packing and repacking- and because it was the last night there I decided to take a break from the "have-to-do" and start on the "want-to-do" just for a little while. So I celebrated and grieved the move with a little ice cream, lots of spanish music and dancing, and a long bubble bath, reading the Bourne Identity surrounded by foam. Then I got out, put my hair up, and watched the newest episodes of White Collar and Covert Affairs before going to bed.
This morning was pretty tough. I went to go look for something before leaving for work and found everything in boxes! (Of course! lol) My bus driver, with whom I've had a very good relationship with for the past 2 and a half months, talking and laughing every weekday morning at 814 am, gave me a free ride-pass home and a tearful hug goodbye, because it was my last day of work, and therefor last bus ride. Sigh, Change is difficult.
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