Roommate Triple Date

Since we felt like this after the final toady and two weeks of intensive class are over:

We decided to adjust our attitudes and go on a little adventure.

As you know, if you live in Toccoa, after the beautiful first day of powdery snow, everything iced over and turned into 8 inches of glazed ice sheets everywhere. We’ve been slipping and embarrassingly falling these last few days going in and out of the dorm so we decided to actually make use of it and go ice skating on the soccer field with our humble and homemade gear.

The six of us (roommate triple date) consisted of Broski and I [rep room 207], Amy and Katherine [rep room 108], and Heaven Belinda and DeeDee [reppin' room 214]. We  hopped in Susan (DeeDee’s beloved car)…

where we all squished and piled on top of each other all the way to the fields to find no ice, but slush. boo. However, we found one small patch in the shade and made the most out of that!

Of course, the fun came with a bit of danger. Can’t really express how clumsy we are..

Broski tries to sled.

Belinda demonstrates a riskier option. (note DeeDee’s diva style.. )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Climbed the tower to get some glamour shots.

 

 

 

Not my fave picture of us, but eh.

 

We found poop on the field.. we had to. (for M. Poops.. er, I mean M. Coops)

 

 

Winterim is over! Hooray!

 

with love from the mountains,

H.

 

Timshel

You know when music speaks? When you feel a song and a melody seeping into your soul?

That happened to me today. I know everyone and their mother thinks they discovered the band Mumford &Sons, which makes them cool and yadayada, but I won’t pretend to do that (Megan Boylen actually did!). Instead, I’ll praise the Lord that someone did discover their art. Literally every song I’ve experienced by them moves me. Anyways..

Some days one song speaks to me more than the others and the Holy Spirit moves through it. Yep, I said the Holy Spirit moves through “secular music”. (Take that Professor Stuft!)

A recurring conversation I’ve had with a few of my friends here in Toccoa is how God has gifted us with passions and talents which He desires us to use all for His glory. I don’t have to be in an all-christian genre or write only christian words or paint only Bible verses. God wants all of me; this includes things that I love doing which certain stuffy, narrow-minded legalistic people think leaves room for Satan to enter and corrupt that action.. Whoa, tangent.

Back to the Mumford song:

I love when something that’s been happening in life comes through something another has created (through God) and it relates to me in a strikingly beautiful way. True art, ya know? That’s what I felt when I heard Timshel today on my playlist.

And death is at your doorstep
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we’ll hold your hand
Hold your hand

Timshel means “Thou Mayest” in the Hebrew translation; we have a choice to let God and the community around us to hold our hand in times of despair. God is waiting for me (for you) to look to Him and say, “yes”. He’s been patiently waiting all along, even in our darkest, with an out-stretched hand ready to pull us up. Think of that on your worst day and tell me it doesn’t get better.

Another cool part? He’s placed the brothers (and sisters) to be that physical hand in our lives. Man, I need to remind myself this daily. I am NOT alone in my struggles which will ultimately just bring glory to Him anyways. So, that’s my rant about what God showed me through the creation of man’s creation.

Don’t be afraid, for I am with you.
Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you.
I will hold you up with my victorious right hand.

Isaiah 41:10

Rest in His hand today. Choose Him.

Winterim Experience

Finally!

Living in the North GA mountains pays off: we received approx. 8 inches of white, fluffy, beautiful SNOW which cause class to be canceled for two whole days. This snow was so different than any I have ever seen in Georgia and made me feel as if I was actually in CO again.. only for a second. What made it about 300 times better was the fact that I got to spend it with some of my best friends, playing like 4-yr-olds for hours. So, even though we missed class and now have to take a midterm tomorrow and a final on Friday (yikes!) I wouldn’t trade this loooong weekend for anything. Here’s some pics to share my weekend with you. Enjoy!

 

 

Katherine displays our form of sledding..

 

 

Broski thought she was in Narnia.

 

 

 

 

 

 

So excited to be in the snow!!

 

 

 

Broski and Kath

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My favorite people

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Falls.

Hope your snow days were just as fun!

 

Love.

Robots in Disguise?

So I realize, with complete humility, that blogs are really for people who are important.

I am not.

However, even if 1.4 people ever read this, I don’t really mind. I’m terribly inconsistent. I really want to change that… maybe the habit of blogging will do that, eh? Possibly the unconscious feeling like someone out there in the great outerworld that is the web cares will be my motivation. Why else am I trying this again? boredom, possibly and honestly. Truly, I want to not waste my time and maybe my intellect will benefit by deep thoughts poured out onto a blog.

plus, it’s fun to look back on these public journals. Guilty pleasure=scrolling through random blogs for hours. I like feeling like I know someone by their blog. Little creepy, I know. Ah, well.

Anyways, speaking of change: this is why I’m writing. I know with New Year’s Resolutions floating around the word “change” is being thrown out into pop culture like the next cool thing, but I don’t really do those. However, there are things I want to transform in my life about myself.

I guess it’s been one of those periods in my life where God is humbling me and breaking me to pieces. And, even though it’s kinda rough, I love it. It’s a transformation, I suppose. And not like the infamous alien robots. It’s much much deeper and rooted somewhere in my soul that cries out for a renewing of my old skin- cracked and flawed- ready to be made alive and breathing in Christ.

“This means that anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person. The old life is gone; a new life has begun!” (2 Cor. 5:17)

I belong in HIM; not this world, but HIM. So why am I stuck in the depravity of this life? I am to be transformed in the renewal of my mind and living in power in the love of my constant God. I had a professor explain the other day that there’s a line that Christ transcended when He was transfigured. He was human, just like us insignificant bundles of weak flesh who are constantly changing because we are pathetic, and turned into the God who is unchangeable so we could live in His glory for eternity. He did that for me?

yep.

And we’re called to be transformed into other-worldliness because of it.

So, instead of tacking up a post-it in my dorm of a list flimsy insignificant things I hate about myself that I want to change, I’m changing my mindset, throwing it out the window even. I’m transformed because I’ve seen the GLORY of the Lord. How could I not be transformed in my way of life? He has changed it. Now, I want to live that. Truly and honestly. With every desire, I want only to bring glory to His beautiful name. The Creator is constant and never transforms from His character.

Oh, boy am I lacking when I think how small I am in comparison to that.

Okay, I’ll stop ranting. My next post won’t be so heavy. I just had to say my piece about entering 2011.

Happy New Year!