It’s all about comfortable/When you move so much

Song of the day for y’all… this reminds me of where I am and where I’ve been on so many different levels.

I don’t want to leave here
I don’t want to stay
It feels like pinching to me
Either way
And the places I long for the most
Are the places where I’ve been
They are calling out to me
Like a long lost friend

It’s not about losing faith
It’s not about trust
It’s all about comfortable
When you move so much
And the place I was wasn’t perfect
But I had found a way to live
And it wasn’t milk or honey
But then neither is this

I’ve been painting pictures of Egypt
Leaving out what it lacks
And the future feels so hard
And I want to go back
But the places they used to fit me
Cannot hold the things I’ve learned
Those roads were closed off to me
While my back was turned

The past is so tangible
I know it by heart
Familiar things are never easy
To discard
I was dying for some freedom
But now I hesitate to go
I am caught between the Promise
And the things I know

If it comes too quick
I may not appreciate it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
And if it comes too quick
I may not recognise it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
–Sara Groves

Tell me that I’m smart enough to deal with all the information

Perspective is nice.

I’m spending most of the weekend in Troy, Ala., at the SouthEast Journalism Conference. Of the fourteen of us in the group, I am the oldest female and the staff member with the most “advanced” academic standing. Thus, the other staffers have taken to calling me “Grandma” – even though Jon’s two months older than I am.

As I’ve mentioned several times recently, the past couple of weeks have been stressful and drama-filled. My emotions have been all over the place for a number of reasons. I treated myself to a carmel frapp from Starbucks (okay, Starbucks in Target) yesterday as a reward for making it through. Emotionally, I’m pretty fragile right now.

For that reason, if nothing else, this weekend has been good for me. I’m hanging out with a bunch of people that I didn’t know at all before yesterday. I’m making new friends, I guess. I’m taking my mind off of the stresses around me (for the most part… it’s hard to forget about internships when you’re at a journalism conference!)

Let’s back off the drama and focus on what matters… whatever that may be. At least, that’s my aim.

Out here, hope remains

There you go working good of all I have
Till all I have’s not that bad

I’ve had a rough week… and it’s only halfway over.

On Monday, I made a deal with myself. If I finished a certain number of assignments by 1 p.m., I would drive to the outlet mall in search of a coat I’ve been eyeing since September. (Rumor had it that this particular coat had made its way to the Gap Outlet at the bargain price of $49.99!)

But before I left, I wanted to be sure that I wasn’t shopping to make myself feel better. I was feeling pretty yucky – just generally unhappy with who I am and how I’ve been behaving. I realized that this errand was going to be more about the drive there than the destination (although I did want that coat.)

‘Cause I know the road is long
From the ground to glory
But a boy can hope he’s getting some place

The 45 minute-long drive was productive, indeed. After listening to the song of the week (“One More Girl” by Patty Griffin) once more, I switched to a CD that I knew would provide an appropriate background to my prayers.

But you know, I’ve seen so much
And I explained it away

I’ve had so many doubts lately – not about my faith, mind you, but about my life. Am I ever going to be successful? Is this the right career path for me? (I know it is, at least for right now.) Where should I go to church? What about these friendships – are they genuine?

But I get turned around
I mistake some happiness for blessing

As the trees of I-20 passed by my windows, I was reminded again that just because I’m happy doesn’t mean it’s right. I don’t know why that thought came to me or how it applies to my life right now, but it did hit home. When I’m not happy (like today!), I wonder what I’m doing wrong.

But just because I’m not happy doesn’t mean that I’ve screwed up. (Does it?)

Given a chance and a rock, see which one breaks the window
See which one keeps me up all night and into the day

See, these things have been keeping me up at night again. I’m worried about my future, and I know that worry isn’t what God has for me. I know that, just because I can’t see where I’m going now, I’m not necessarily going to be a failure. (And let me tell you, this perfectionist becomes nauseous at the very thought of failure!) When I feel like everything is going wrong, I’m being overdramatic. My concerns may be valid, but that doesn’t excuse placing them ahead of my faith.

Let’s give it up
Sad bones
‘Cause we all fall on hard times
But you don’t have to stand up all alone
Just put your hand in mine

I continued down the worst stretch of interstate I’ve seen, still prayerful. What about my relationships? I fear that I’ve been too sarcastic and too much of a know-it-all in many of them. What I intend as a joke may instead hurt someone that I care about.

In others, I’ve been selfish. I’ve held people that I care about to expectations. When they aren’t met, I’ve been disappointed and hurt. That’s not fair. These relationships can’t be bent to my ideals – especially not when the other person doesn’t have an understanding of them!

When did it get so hard to feel
When did my heart get so afraid to love

And even though I care for these people, I’m afraid to open up to them. I don’t know where the line is between too much vulnerability and too little – so I’ve been erring on the side of too little. I’ve figured that it’ll prevent some of the pain that I might experience from too much. But I wonder, has that “too little” been a source of pain instead?

We wouldn’t have to talk above the crowd
We wouldn’t have to talk so loud

I don’t know. I don’t understand a lot of things, nor do I know how to make sense of them. (This entry may not make sense to you… but that’s okay. I think it’s more for me than anything.) Right now, I wish I could just sit in a room with the people I miss. We wouldn’t have to do anything in particular. A round of Clue would be okay… or we could watch a few hours of “Friends.” Maybe we would get tired of television and host an impromptu evening of karaoke instead. Just being able to see some of the people I miss would warm my heart. I’d even go out for Mexican, if that’s what they wanted to do.

If I may pose a question it’ll only take a second
Cause I know that it’s getting late.
And depending on your answer I might have to pack
And make a daring daylight escape

Somewhere in the repentance of the past few days, I started to reminisce. I’m mourning friendships lost and hurts that have since been healed. I’m examining patterns in my life and wondering how I can change them.

But more importantly, I’m striving to cling to the hope that my Jesus offers.

It’s the only thing I can do.

There’s 40 acres and redemption to be found
Just along down the way
There is a place where no plow blade has turned the ground
And you will turn it over, ’cause out here hope remains

There’s a restless feeling knocking at my door today

The one who calls you is faithful and he will do it.
I Thessalonians 5:24

I was rejected again this week.

That’s five, for those of you who are counting.

I also have a theory that I’ve been rejected from another but haven’t heard about it. The Richmond paper was supposed to conduct interviews for the internship in early February. Judging by the date on the calendar, my guess is that’s another one that’s passed me by.

Jacksonville, Charlotte, York, Daytona Beach, Austin and Quincy remain. I expect to hear something from Jacksonville and Charlotte within the next several weeks. I should’ve heard something from Austin already; we’ll interpret that as a “no, thanks.” Southern Progress’ deadline looms on the horizon; I will submit an application this week, but I’m not hopeful.

Yes, I realize that I’m whining. And yes, there’s more to my lament than a series of rejection letters.

It’s a faith issue.

I am scared that I will graduate with a master’s degree in one hand, $22,000 worth of debt in the other and no job in the forseeable future. I worry that the time I’ve spent here will go to waste. I look at the empty days that stretch before me and wonder if they’ll ever seem full again.

Earlier this week, I found myself longing for the days when my primary dream was to be a wife and mother. Those times were somehow simpler. Though I was single, it was easier to trust that God would bring Mr. Right in my life than it is to now believe that He’ll provide Mr. Right Job. (Now I have both of those goals hanging over my head!)

My lack of faith is inexcusable. As I prepared for an interview last week, I read I Thessalonians 5. The words of verse 24 struck me anew – and perhaps in a way that is out of line with the context of the passage.

But is it not true that God will provide to fulfill the calling He places on our lives? If He expects me to be a journalist, will He not provide employment? (Well, and the marriage thing too – but that was just an aside. I’m in more of a rush to get a job than to get a husband.)

Today, my head and my heart are not aligned. But I’m trying. I’m praying. And I’m trying not to think too hard.

Bear with me.

There’s a restless feeling knocking at my door today
There’s a shadow hanging ’round my garden gate
I read between the lines of words you can’t disguise
Love has gone away, and put these tears in my eyes
AK+US

…and it rained all day/ with the bounty of new wine

A recap of last night (from an email sent to a friend). We were under tornado warnings for most of the evening:

Last night was pure insanity. I was walking down the stairs with my class and my professor was RIGHT behind me when I was talking to you, which is why I didn’t have time to hear the story. I was pushing it by answering the phone in the first place, but I had pulled it out to see if Alisa had text mssgd me again about the tornado warning, and that was right when you called.

Anyway, we spent the rest of the class in the first floor hallway and got out early. Alicia was in another class that moved down there, and she asked if she could stay at my house for the night. We couldn’t have her driving back to Birmingham when the tornado warning was moving up the interstate! As soon as we heard that the “tornado” was supposed to hit Northport in 20 minutes, we decided to hop in my car and make a run for it. We were seven minutes away, so we figured if there was ever a time to leave, this was it. (Okay, maybe that wasn’t the SAFEST decision ever. But we were fine.)

Alisa was thrilled to death when we walked in the apartment – she didn’t want to be alone in all this. We threw our stuff down and grabbed my laptop to run weather updates while we watched The Apprentice. That didn’t last long, though, because the weather got so bad that they cut to that instead. We grabbed the cat and moved into our “safe place” (my bathroom). Scarlett had just emailed me next month’s magazine to edit, so we gathered around the computer to look at that while weather.com ran in the background and the weather reports played on the radio. The wind was howling and the power went out briefly. We decided at that point that we should move downstairs.

We opened the front door and saw that all of our porch furniture – and more surprisingly, the lid to the grill – had blown across the porch. Alisa went ahead of Alicia and I to ensure that the neighbors were home and that it would be okay for us to bring Emma. (We couldn’t leave her alone if the roof blew off!) She signaled the okay, and we ran downstairs. Emma was clawing into my shoulder, but with good reason – this storm was so crazy, a tree blew down across the street. (I just walked outside a minute ago to see it by daylight – a crew is picking it up and moving it. It was a BIG tree.)

Once inside, we flopped down onto our neighbors’ floor while Emma explored their apartment. We made introductions over the sound of the weatherman tracking the storm throughout the county. We laughed and joked awhile until we determined that it was safe for us to go back upstairs. The wind no longer sounded like a coyote, and the rain had tapered off a bit.

It took four of us to get Emma out from under one of the girls’ bed. It’s a queen size bed, so she curled up under the center of it, where we couldn’t reach. We went to get a vacuum cleaner to scare her out, but their closet door was broken and wouldn’t open! They ended up removing – and then breaking! – the doorknob to get it loose. Finally, we were able to retrieve the cat and return to our own apartment.

Once home, Alisa treated Emma to a bowl of milk in return for all the torment she’d endured. Alicia and I prepared a meal of fish sticks, creamed corn and French bread. (Strange, I know, but it’s what she wanted!) We talked about faith some over dinner. It was interesting… she’s a Christian, as I suspected, but I think she believes in multiple paths to heaven, so to speak. (Her boyfriend’s family are Muslims.) I struggled with where the line is between harping too much on believing the “right” things and standing up for what you believe in. I definitely do NOT agree with that philosophy (“I am the way, the truth and the light. No one comes to the Father except through Me.”) But I wonder, is that a battle to enter the first time we even mention it in passing? I don’t know.

Am I right side up or upside down?

I was thinking about it when I went to bed last night, and that last entry was really closed. But y’know what? Tough luck. Although everything I wrote last night is true, there’s so much more on my mind than that. I need to focus my vulnerability in sharing with the people who are close to me, though. That does include some of you who read this page… but it doesn’t include the entire world wide web community. So I’m going to keep my innermost thoughts between me, Jesus, and some of my friends… and you can read more when I write more. 😛

Obedience, not feelings

This morning marked my first church visit in almost a month. I’ve missed the past three Sunday mornings for various reasons – pretty good reasons, actually. But in spite of those valid excuses, I’ve been struggling with a reluctance to attend church. My experience with the last church I regularly attended left me bitter and scared. I felt like I had allowed myself to be vulnerable and was only burned by the experience. I didn’t want to try again.

But I’ve lived long enough to know that what I want and what I need don’t always line up. I need the fellowship that the body of Christ provides. Though I read and study the Bible in my own time, I need the biblical teaching as well. Often, I need the call to worship – I forget how important it is to focus my attention on Jesus alone.

It was nice to sing along with a bunch of strangers in Sunday school this morning, and to appreciate the choir in the worship service. The sermon wasn’t the hardest hitting teaching I’ve been exposed to, but the pastor’s words encouraged me to be thankful for my blessings. During both the Sunday school lesson and the sermon, I found myself flipping through my prematurely worn-out Bible, searching for relevant scriptures.

Yeah, it’s a good day. 🙂

Jeremy the Perfect Boyfriend – now available in stores?!

*You know honey, why don’t you just relax and let me make dinner tonight.
*The ball game isn’t really that important, I’d rather spend time with you.
*Why don’t we go to the mall, didn’t you want some new shoes?
*You know, I think it’s really important that we talk about our relationship
*You’ve been on my mind all day. That’s why I bought you these flowers.
*Here, you take the remote, as long as I’m with you, I don’t care what we watch.

Alisa and I saw this in Bed, Bath, & Beyond the other night and were immediately reminded of Jeremy the Perfect Boyfriend. You could buy me one of these, but I might light it on fire. 🙂

Friends come in the least-expected forms

I miss having regular conversations with Heather, who I consider one of my very best friends. Now that we both have cable modems, we keep in touch fairly regularly in spite of the five hundred miles between us. I love reading her blog to see what random thoughts are on her mind, but it’s only a weak substitute for the late night conversations (and early morning conversations, and over-BBQ-at-Sonny’s conversations, and in-front-of-the-TV conversations, and driving-in-the-little-red-pickup conversations…) we used to have so often.

Hebs is just one example of the friendships that play such an important role in my life – although she’s surely one of the best examples. I’ve always counted the people who are close to me among my greatest blessings, sometimes to a fault. I’m a perfectionist, you must know. Growing up, I also demanded that same perfection out of my friends, and I was let down when they (inevitably) failed. When Christ got ahold of my life, I found that I could rely on Him for that. Subsequently, my friendships have radically changed.

Those friends come from unexpected places. Heather and I lived across the hall from one another in the dorm at FSU. God is good – had we met in high school, we may never have become the friends we are today. 🙂 (Heather was a basketball player and I was a cheerleader – if that doesn’t say it all, you know nothing about our high schools. 😉 ) Alison is a vegan and a Gator fan. Jesse is a political enthusiast. Andy knows everyone on campus and is a laugh a minute. Sarah is a year and a half younger than me and from Virginia. Chrissy is a drama queen in Texas.

Wait a minute – how did those last two get in there? I’ve never lived in Virginia or Texas… in fact, I’ve spent no more than one week combined in those two states!

That’s the surprise, my friends. I’ve crossed into territory I never expected to grace. I have internet friends.

When my sister started lurking in an IRC chat room that centered around Lois & Clark in the mid-nineties, I teased her mercilessly. When my parents allowed her to fly to Colorado to meet a friend from this chatroom, I questioned their parental judgment. When I decided to live with a girl I met on the internet, I realized I owed Cristin an apology.

What my barely-younger sister learned in seventh grade, I have discovered post-college: not everyone on the internet is scary. This has become yet another place where I’ve formed unlikely friendships.

Had you told me ten months ago that I would have as many of these long-distance friendships as I do, I would’ve run in the other direction. When I first stumbled across the site that did it to me, I was looking for lyrics to a Caedmon’s Call song. I spotted the message board that the site hosted and poked around a bit, but refrained from posting. Everyone seemed to already know one another, and the conversations were just too much to jump into. (Little did I know!)

A month or two later, I came across the board again. I had moved to Jacksonville and needed a new hobby or two to keep me occupied. The board had recently crashed and restarted, so I jumped into the fray. I posted under a pseudonym, “Jeanie”, and I freaked out the first time someone asked if they could call me. (You people are weird, I thought.)

But little by little, I found these people to be trustworthy. After running into a couple of posters at a concert, I decided it would be okay to go to one of the “fan club” get togethers.

Slowly, those friendships grew to the point where I realized I was a part of a community of believers… on the internet. It’s not about the “fan club” where we met, but instead about the friendships that have developed. Nothing can replace “real life” friendships – it’s vital to have people in your daily life who hold you accountable and point you toward the Lord. But these friendships have been not only a supplement, they’ve been a blessing.

I hesitate to call many of these people “internet friends” anymore. Our friendships have thrived after meeting face-to-face, even though the world wide web if where they found their start. If I never signed on to that message board again, there are at least a handful of friends who would continue to IM me and ask what is happening in my life, who would e-mail me about their days, who would call to voice concerns about the struggles I’ve been having.

Apparently I’m not alone in these thoughts. Although I’ve been thinking about these words for over a week, it may seem that I’m merely jumping on the latest blogging bandwagon. On Oct. 14, David wrote, “It really is amazing how certain things can draw us together, even over great distances, and a true bond can be forged.” So true, my friend – so true.

(For what it’s worth, David is one of many people that I’ve met at these fan club meetings. Everyone who is listed on my links list is someone who I’ve hung out with, regardless of how I met them.)

Geof speculated on this subject after dinner at my apartment this weekend. His final words require little explanation: I would have never expected this, never sought this – but I’m certainly happy with the blessing.

I’ve never spoken to Tim, much less met him, but on Oct. 18 he made a point that I think is crucial.

The more I think about it, the more I am convinced that the whole internet thing is not that different to real life. Sometimes you meet people who pretend to be something they are not, and sometimes you get surprised by the fact that there is a lot more to them than you would have guessed. When it comes down to it, only time will tell. Secrets & idiosyncracies come out in the wash & people show their true colours sooner or later.

Indeed, these people have added themselves to my ever-growing circle of friends. Although they are still as far away (or farther) than “my girls” who have been so important to me over the past several years, knowing that there are that many more people who care is undeniably special. I don’t pretend to understand why God has provided me with so many long-distance friendships, but I am grateful nonetheless.


(Me and the “internet friend” who lives across the apartment from me – who knew that the web was the newest way to find a roommate?)