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Birthday: 1/26/1986
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Interests: Jesus. Scott. Coloring. Camp. Thrift Stores. The Country. Reading. Macaroni and Cheese. Friends. Ice Cream. Driving. Ohio State. Snoopy. Pictures. Jimmy Stewart. Alias. Shopping.
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Thursday, September 10, 2009

So my boss just sent me home because he thinks I have the swine flu.


Friday, August 28, 2009

Tener exito. To have success.

Success.  What is success anyways?  So many dream of being successful – of making it to the top.  To some people, success is all about having the money and the clothes and the cars. It’s about being popular and powerful.  To have success is to be one step ahead of the next person.  It’s not about “keeping up with the Jones’s” – it’s about being the Jones’s.

Even in our Christian circles, the way success is measured can often be skewed.  Many believers look at success as an arrival. Seeing 1,000 in worship on Sunday morning. Adding that new multi-purpose center on to an already adequate gym.  Having over 80% of the congregation as faithful tithers. Reading through the entire Bible in a year.  And while none of those goals are necessarily wrong, is the completion of those ambitions in and of themselves the true essence of what it means to be successful?

When I came back from this survey trip (August 2-8), everyone asked me how it went – particularly about the VBS since I had a hand in developing the lessons.  People asked me how many kids came. They wanted to know how responsive the children were to the stories and the songs and the crafts. And, while measuring those outcomes is important on one level, I can’t help but wonder if there should be something more to my definition of how successful our trip was.

Is success based solely on the number of children who sat down and listened to our stories and skits?  Is it even found in the fact that over half of the kids “prayed” the sinner’s prayer? Were we successful because we were able to feed the entire village for a couple of days?

I guess the answer to those questions can be found in the actual word success. Success is all about the standards by which we measure it.

So what should be our measurement for success? When I came back from the Dominican, I began thinking about how I define success.  Too often, I look at the idea through shallow, temporary means. I easily forget how the prosperous people in the Bible found their success.  Although some of them were wealthy monetarily (Solomon), most of them were not considered successful because of the number of gardens or slaves or houses they owned. Instead, success was seen more in the growth of the person than in the growth of their bank account.  True success involved Esther’s commitment to living out her God-given purpose to the fullest.  Success found Joseph using his gifts and abilities and hopes and dreams to reach out to others. It was Abraham who gave everything he owned to glorify his Lord and Savior.

According to that relational definition, a modern-day success story is seen when we look into the giving heart of Oscar, one of the Dominican boys in the village of La Syria.  Instead of selfishly pushing the smaller children out of the way so he could take a turn at the plate, he made sure that all the boys were given the opportunity to play in the baseball game.

Success can also be found in Lucy, my precious friend who did everything she could to make me feel comfortable during our time in her village.  I thought I had come to minister to her, but she was the one who wiped the sweat off my forehead in the awful heat.  She was the one who told the other kids to quit mocking me when my broken Spanish made little sense.  It was Lucy who did not think twice about serving when I asked for help with the kids’ craft during the last day of the VBS.

So… was our survey trip successful after all? Perhaps in some senses of the word, it was.  But I’d rather you ask me about it again in 5 years, when Oscar is coaching baseball to young boys – showing them how to play fairly, in a Christ-like manner, and with excellence. Ask me about the success of our trip in 10 years, when Lucy is teaching in a school – giving other boys and girls a chance to excel to levels they never imagined.  When the Oscar’s and Lucy’s of the DR have made the choice to turn their country upside down for Christ, then I will know that success has occurred. 

And one more thing.  Success is not dependent on seeing the end results of the labor.  I know there are times that I won’t witness these success stories lived out.  But the cool thing is… I don’t have to.  The success is not mine to have and hold.  It’s His.


Sunday, June 14, 2009

Life recently.

I have a job as of last Wednesday.  I am currently working at the Christian radio station in town.

Also.  I have rediscovered Kingdom Hearts and am now obsessed.

Tonight, we played Apples to Apples with Jason, Hannah, Jeremy, and Allie and ate cheesecake for Scott's birthday.

I also found out how much fun Age of Empires can be.

Friday, a paper was due for class.  I haven't started it yet.

I burped a lot today.

While I was running this morning, I stopped again after a mile or so because my hip was hating me.

Now, my husband is whining because I'm not in bed.

Over and out.

Except... tonight, I found out about soap on a rope and am now traumatized.

The end for real.


Thursday, May 28, 2009

I quit running 2 miles into my 5K today.  I'm kind of disgusted with myself.  But it was 5:00 in the p.m., and all I'd eaten was a Lean Pocket and a little cookie dough.  I felt dehydrated and a little throw-uppy.

Also.  I think I need to start carrying my phone again when I go running.  Since Scott is so much faster, I'm hardly ever near him when we run together.  Today, this creepy dude in a shiny red truck starting driving really slow beside me, smiling and waving and circling back around again.  I was somewhat nervous but just kept looking around for houses that looked inhabited in a worst case scenario.  Yikes.  Hopefully he wasn't a creeper and I was just psyching myself out.  I'd rather not die yet.

Scott's friend Kyle has a new CD out - the songs are pretty good.  I like the lyrics to "Dyslexic" and "If Thy Lips Were Poison"

Now it's time for homework.  Boo.  (I thought CU was the end of this...)


Thursday, May 14, 2009

(Tonight, I feel nostalgic.
I want to go back to the blue room where the walls are made of poppies and tiger lily scent.
I want
to enjoy one more lazy, sweaty day filled with multiple kitten kindles and freshly cut grass.
I want
that hopeful feeling I experienced when I thought I might catch a glimpse of him coming back from class.
I want... )

One of the articles in my Interpersonal Communication class talked about the importance of expressing one's wants in the present.

"Much of our anger comes from suppressing our assertion – so we walk through life with unexpressed, and therefore unrequited, wants.  Frustrated people are angry people.  Let’s help reduce the overall frustration level in the world by creating more favorable conditions for our wants to be heard and received" (Campbell, 2009).

I don't know how I feel about that.
It's not like saying what I want has ever changed anything.
Basically, it's a lose-lose situation.
For me, Repression = frustration.  But Expression = frustration also.
Somehow these equations seem mathematically, diametrically opposed.
Must I always be angry inside?

Hmm... maybe the solution can be found in the class name.

Yuck. If I were to communicate my wants interpersonally, I would have to actually communicate. On an interpersonal level. Um... like, woah.

That is a lot to deal with. So for right now, I'll just tell my good friend Anonymity.

I want to write pretty, inspirational things. (Like Kyle and Brandon.)
I want to stay and go. (Like Dad and Paul.)
I want to make a difference. In someone. Anyone. (Like Edgar Sawtelle and his dogs.)
I want to love my husband the way he deserves. (Like he does for me.)
I also want
magically clean dishes; enough money to pay off my loans; my stupid, overanalytical tendencies to disappear; a super long vacation; repairs in my long-lost friendships; and a baby (without the bearing part).

But somehow, I feel like these aren't the kinds of wants Susan was talking about.



One more OCD APA formatted reference. Just for fun. Except that I still thinks it's dumb you don't capitalize important words in the title. Who came up with this crap, anyway?

Campbell, S. (2009). I want… In J. Stewart (Ed.), Bridges not walls. (pp. 273-282). Boston: McGraw Hill.



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