Saturday, January 28, 2012

Relationships. And why I am the way I am?

I consider myself to be very independent. And lately I have felt like maybe I need to explain myself. To let people in on who I am, and why I am this way. 

Once my siblings all graduated and moved out of the house I found myself doing a lot of things on my own. Going to church, driving to school, making my own decisions for once. When I picked a college, I picked one where I would only know a total of 2 people. I distanced myself. I chose this independence. And to be completely honest, I am kind of proud of my decision to find myself somewhere else. Away from Virginia Beach, away from Kellam High School, and away from a lot of things that made me something I didnt want to be. 

I have always been pretty reserved, sharing things with very few people, including even my family sometimes. When I sing and play guitar, it rarely happens in front of people. When I paint or draw, I never really let people in on the process. I like my space. I like being alone. Ya know, not in a depressed way or anything, I just like it. I like staring out the windows of cars. In fact I can go an entire 8 hour car ride without talking to anyone.  And I don't really know why.

But is it really a bad thing? I mean sure, there are definitely times when I am outgoing and love being around friends, but is it horrible that sometimes I just really like being alone? I guess I have just been noticing it alot this semester. I tend to distance myself from friends, and its not out of hate or annoyance, its just who I am. In fact, looking back on who I was in high school, I guess I havent really changed much. I have my few friends, and thats really just how its always been. Even with boyfriends. I just get tired of having someone constantly wanting to be around me. (I am sorry if you ever dated me in high school.)

All this being said, I have to wonder if I will always be this way. I dont let people in very often. But its nice when you do find those certain people who just get you. People who dont have to ask you why you are the way you are. Friends who love me for my, at times, reserved self. Friends who have taken the time to get to know me without asking me hundreds of questions, but instead have let me talk. 


So I guess this is kind of a thank you. To the friends who have really understood me, cause whether I realize it or not. I need you. And to those who have had a hard time getting to know me, I guess this is sort of an apology. I have a tough time loving people sometimes, and putting effort into my relationships. But friendship, and love is something that is so important to me. I am still learning how to find patience with friends who don't understand me quite yet. But if this Love that we are all searching for is what it is, then we would understand that it is patient, and kind, and that it always perseveres. I am all about love. Because love is one thing we are given freely. So as it is given to me, I will freely give it too. 

Because in a world where everyone is looking out for themselves, and being independent in their ways, it is good to know that real love never fails. So thanks for being patient with me.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Joy.

These past 3 days have just been awesome. Well, really since coming back to school. I don't think I have felt this refreshed in a very long time.

First off, my classes. They. Are. Awesome. If you aren't majoring in something that you love, then you are missing out. I love being an art major. I love making art, I love learning from wizards about art, and I love my friends who share the same passion about art. The combination makes for a pretty great education I would say. Yes I am paying a ridiculously over priced amount of money to get a degree, but Im positive that its worth it. Because waking up in the morning and actually wanting to go to class is something that rarely happens for me. So when I say i hate school, that is excluding art classes. Because art is my exception.

New friends. Or rather, old acquaintances who have become so much more. It is amazing how friendships grow over time, and i am really starting to understand that. My college friends have become my best friends, and I love them. I love that I can spend countless hours with them and not get annoyed, I love that I can be weary around them and know that they are there to lift me up, and I love that i can count on them to bring me back to reality when i feel lost. which happens more than i like to admit.

Love. And finding joy in little things.

I have fallen in love with Jesus Christ all over again. I have been stuck in a place where I thought I could do things on my own, but i have been broken of that, and it is so evident this week. My young life girls at King George have shown me true beauty in the Lord this week. Beauty in the fact that they are so willing to recklessly talk about life with me. To share things with me that I dont deserve to hear. I love them. i love them because they are beautiful. and because they dont even recognize their beauty at times, because being beautiful in the Lord is something that we dont always see in ourselves. But this week I have seen it.

Because being broken is beautiful.

Feeling like you have been abandoned and lost, and then realizing that there is someone who cares for you. Someone who is willing to lift you out of your brokenness, out of your rut and contentment, out of your loneliness. And into the beauty of life. Out of the chaos and into something real. Into a life that brings you passion. and love and. Joy.


“In my distress I called to the LORD,
and he answered me.
From the depths of the grave I called for help,
and you listened to my cry.
You hurled me into the deep,
into the very heart of the seas,
and the currents swirled about me;
all your waves and breakers
swept over me.
I said, ‘I have been banished
from your sight;
yet I will look again
toward your holy temple.’
The engulfing waters threatened me,
the deep surrounded me;
seaweed was wrapped around my head.
To the roots of the mountains I sank down;
the earth beneath barred me in forever.
But you brought my life up from the pit,
LORD my God.
“When my life was ebbing away,
I remembered you, LORD,
and my prayer rose to you,
to your holy temple.
“Those who cling to worthless idols
forfeit the grace that could be theirs.
But I, with a song of thanksgiving,
will sacrifice to you.
What I have vowed I will make good.
Salvation comes from the LORD.”