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The power of being specific

Two days left at camp. It’s been a very eventful 67 days. I’m going to level with you. I didn’t want to come. It often seems like I really REALLY don’t want to do something that turns out to shape my life. It was that way when I went to Hallstrom. I did not want to try out for that first play. And now I can’t imagine how my life would have been if I hadn’t have gone. Anyway, God has a way of closing all other doors and pushing me through one — or just having my mother force me through. I applied for several other jobs and didn’t hear a word from any until I applied (very half-heartedly, I must say) for Lake Geneva Youth Camp. Then after applying for LGYC, I got two calls back from other companies. I even had an interview with the Girl Scouts. I was waiting to hear back from them when I was interviewed by LGYC and offered the job on the spot. Okay, God, so you want me at camp.

I’ve already mentioned being stronger since I’ve come back from camp, so I won’t go too much into that. Instead I want to focus on God. Specifically His goodness. One of the things about camp and church and Christians is they challenge individuals to give themselves completely to God. (I suppose the bible tells you to do that too). It’s not that this is a new idea to me, or that I didn’t want to do that, but I realized I really hadn’t done that. Not that anyone truly has either, but this was my thought process.

Question 1: Why should I give myself to God?

Sunday school answer: Because of His unfailing love and because His plan for your life is perfect and He has your best interests at heart. (Selfish reasons, but they are all true.)

Question 2: How can I really know that God’s plan is perfect for me?

Sunday school answer: Because He is a good God that cares.

Question 3: How can I personally know that God is good?

Sunday school answer: Because he died on the cross for my sin, I can forever live with him.

Those are all true, but somehow I’d heard them too often and they had lost meaning — like a fact memorized for a test or knowledge without understanding. So my life was not fully given to God because deep down, I didn’t believe — I didn’t know — that God was good. It wasn’t real to me. How could God be good when I had experienced so much pain from other Christians? How can I know if God is good? How can God be good when he hasn’t shown ME?

When I was at camp, I had an epiphany: why don’t I just ask God to show me His goodness? I had never thought of this before… A lot of my prayers consisted of “your will be done”. That is still a great way to pray, but it’s not very helpful sometimes. For one, how can you know if your prayer is answered since you don’t really know what you’re asking for (that is unless you know God’s will for everything). But I think I didn’t pray for something so specific before because I was scared. What if God didn’t respond? Praying for something specific means that whatever happens you can’t just say “well that must have been God’s will, so prayer answered!” When you pray for something specific, you’re believing there’s a God who will hear you. You’re believing that He will answer you. You’re believing He is all powerful. You’re believing He can do anything. That’s scary because what if He doesn’t do or isn’t those things? General prayers can turn into cop-outs because there are so many ways they can “be answered”. Specific prayers mean business.

I was at camp. I meant business. So I asked God to show me His goodness, specifically through other believers that summer. I had it in my mind that it would take most of the summer for me to see God’s goodness, so I wasn’t prepared when the very next day He dropped it on me like a ton of gold. That day and every day after it I was loaded and loaded with more signs of His goodness, kindness, and love.

I’ve now been home for quite a while (yes, I take a while to finish posts sometimes), and I’ve had my faith restored in God through fellow believers and through that, my faith restored in believers. The real lesson here is this: God is big enough to answer your prayers — even the specific ones.

Bop to the Top

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School is almost done, and I find myself thinking of how much I have. I have a great college. The perfect college job, the perfect amount of down time. Yes, there are crazy, hard things to get through (mostly statistics), but life is so good. And, although B is for bad, it’s not the end of the world.

Plus I’ve been able to join part of the Engagement Team for Transform Rockford. I’m greatly looking forward to directing some energy there.

A few other great things happened just today. I have been thinking of joining student government at Rock Valley College, and today two of the board members at different times invited me to join!

Also today I randomly felt that I should offer my house to host some InterVarsity event over Christmas break. Before I could tell one of the leaders, an opportunity arose without me bringing it up. It just goes to show what an open mind and heart can do. Be ready and listen for God’s voice. Don’t be anxious. You’re where you are for a reason. God has your back. And everything else.

Hair

When I was 12 I wanted a pixie cut. You know, cute, short and risky. Well my hair dresser gave me a bob. And I hated it. I totally hated it. I felt awkward and worse, little. People actually assumed I was my age instead of several years older. For a 12 year old who was already the youngest in her friend group and family, it felt like the worst thing ever.

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Yes that liner was for my peacock costume.

So I grew my hair out. I let it grow grow grow. Slowly but surely, as my hair grew out people would guess I was a little older. More people would talk to me or ask me to dance at social events. Granted, it probably had more to do with the fact that I was older, started wearing makeup, and got my braces off; however, it felt like it was because my hair was longer. About a year and a half ago, I finally considered my hair “long”. And I didn’t want to change it. A sense of security came with my long hair. It was part of me. It was a strange status to have: “the one with long hair”. I felt empowered by it. I could look at other people and think I wish I had this or that of theirs, and then think “but I have longer hair”.

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A lot changes in 4 years. Yes it was quite possible that it was me that became more interesting and less awkward and not my hair. I started to realize this. And then I realized that I was letting my hair control me. I was making it too much a part of me. Making it an excuse to put down others. Making it an excuse to make myself feel better. Because my growing up processes including growing out my hair, I felt connected to it. So I started thinking of cutting it.

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But still I didn’t want to look younger. And then one day I thought about it and realized that I didn’t care if I looked my age or younger. I don’t care if my other hair cut was better. It was time for something new.

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I’m having wayyy too much fun with it. Pretty spiffy curled too, eh?

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Today I Am

So I’m back from Hawaii (post on that later). It was great. Not the sunshine, breezes, beaches, and rainbows, but the people. Everyone I met or got to know better was just great. And then I come back home. I come from 85 degrees to 35. I come from constant glistening rays of sun to a week of dreary rain. I come from feeling useful and appreciated to feeling, well useless and really meaningless. School, yay. Who cares?

IMG_0010Obviously, I don’t want to feel that way. So I’m doing something about it. Everyday I’m going to wake up and give myself an identity such as “today I am an athlete” and then go through the day with that identity in mind. Yes, it does sound dumb. But it helps, so I’m sticking to it. It’s all very humbling. Anyway, yesterday I was a baker. So I made some apple crisp to share with my friends at bible study and church. Today I was accomplishing. I drove through school, did a craft, made dinner, practiced my lines for my play, cleaned my room, and listened to a Christmas song. *gasp* I know I should wait until after Thanksgiving, but it was just so tempting. So I listened to one and that’s it.