They want me to re-apply in a year.

God and I are going to be having some serious talks over the next little while. I have a few words for Him and I'm sure He has some for me. I've been blogging a lot (mostly trying to fill my time at work). I'll be taking another hiatus as I try to figure out what God is doing.

I completed another step towards going vegan.
And took two steps back. . . I added shrimp to the pasta dish and I had a sweet potato with butter (and brown sugar).
I also bought a rootababga last night. I opted to only limit my cooking adventures to one new food.
Friday will be my night with the rootabaga.

. . . . wow . . . I need a life.

Rule #1 of crossing cultures: Don't use your cultural vocabulary to define terms in other cultures.

. . . and reminded me that I wouldn't him to walk with Jesus for me.

Blah.

I need explanations!!

and I crave drama.

I want something to be dramatically wrong with me so I can have a tangible explanation for why I'm . . . . . me.
I was told that I need to fill myself with good things in order to curb sin.
So, instead of listening to my regular country music station, I opted for talk radio on the way to work. (I will avoid contemporary Christian music at all costs, so no "family radio" for me.) I learned that eating rats may help solve the grain shortage.
I felt educated.

He is, after all, Covenant's most famous attendee. I don't think he could be considered an alum because he was only there for a semester. I think you have to earn 60 credits from Covenant to be considered one of their alumni.
I'm sure he could rest safe up on The Mountain. I don't think there are too many grudges for his actions in these parts. He is, after all, an fellow image-bearer . . . and we've snickered so much about "our notable alum" that it'd be hard to kill the fellow.

Singleness. Singleness is my desert. The wicked have relationships/companionships/marriages left and right. I get nothing.
That made me feel better in a really wierd way. I was like "Oh. Good! Wow! I thought I was coming up empty in that area! Praise God!"
It seems to be a pattern with people in my circle that as soon as they get married, feces hit the circular ventilation. Someone loses a job or something like that. Things that would make my stomach go into knots if they happened to me as a single person. As a married person I'd go bald from the stress.
Just after M&A bought a house and had their first baby (within a month), M lost his job. R&P . . . they had tax season (P's an accountant). C&E, M&N . . . honeymoon babies :) .
D&D . . . they couldn't have a baby for over a year. J&A . . . they were sick (cold/flu) for the first 3 months of marriage.
However, for some odd reason that I fail to fully comprehend, it's all worth it. None of them would trade their trials for anything.
The same with me. I'm learning a lot. I'm growing. I'd really like to be out of the desert, but I'm here for a reason.
Enthusiasm for weddings is getting a little tough to muster up, but I always come around in the end.
One day, my prince will come.

So confused, yet I understand completely.

Embrace the tension, people. Embrace the tension.

One thing he repeatedly does haphazardly, is come to my rescue time and time again.
The week of R's wedding: he was my last minute DVD maker. The amount of time in which he pulled this off (and completely didn't have to, I was going to stay up to wee hours of the night figuring it if I had to) was incredible.
This week: he's actually read my long-winded e-mails expressing 11th hour anxiety. he'll be out tomorrow at 6 a.m. taking things out into the parking lot. All for no beer. (he's apparently going to wait for his reward in heaven :) ).

On both ends, there's nothing there anymore.
Even if he wanted to, I don't know if I'd have the wear-with-all to work on everything that would need to be worked on.
Life is just plain wierd at times.
Just plain weird.
And gracious.

Let this also be on record as an example of great, Christian guys existing. Guys who want nothing from girls except to know that their priority is Christ and not what they can get out of them.
This is one example of the dozens I have.

Nothin' like anxiety in the 11th hour.
I think we should rename our church "The Reformed Church of the 11th hour".
It would be much more fitting, I think.
Last year or the year before we decided to experiment with two services for 5 weeks, beginning freshman arrival week. I signed up for nursery for the 8 a.m. services. One week. There were 3 or 4 people in sanctuary at about 10 'til. My pastor walked out and commented "Oh. My. That's sad." He turned and walked back to his office. As soon as he passed over the threshold of the doorway, I kid you not, over a dozen cars pulled into the parking lot. One right after the other. All cars had more than two people in them.
Since then, I realized that our church does not do well with anticipating the future.
We're frugal. We're prudent. We're just horrible at figuring what life will look like a week from now.
The women know they will be cooking a meal.
The men know they will be working . . . hopefully somehwere that pays (these days it's tougher to call that than what it used to be).
Everything else is details, apparently.

E. vent. ful.
Must sleep.
Must drink or eat something.
Must wake up in time for Sunday School in the morning.