Psalm 121

A song of ascents.
1 I lift up my eyes to the hills— where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the LORD,the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot slip—he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The LORD watches over you—the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,nor the moon by night.
7 The LORD will keep you from all harm—he will watch over your life;
8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.

Conspiracy?

I was thinking today while counting pennies to pay for this weeks 'corporate fine'. I hate to be one of those people who think of everything as a conspiracy, like Elvis and Princess Diana still being alive, just living underground. Or like the people who think the whole first man on the moon thing was staged. It humors me a little to think that I even thought about what I am fixing to explain.
The past couple of weeks, some crazy manic has been running their fingers through the marker boards around Burt Hall. This serious offense caused an uproar among the RAs and we were warned if this didn't stop, we would get fined a dollar. Well, it didn't stop, and since this offense is so awful and utterly beneath collegiate women, we are all having to pay a dollar. Granted, a dollar is not a huge pocket book buster, but it is still aggravating that we all have to pay for SOMEONE running their fingers through the white boards.
Like I said earlier, I was thinking while counting pennies... some things came to mind... where does all this fine money go? If each girl in the dorm is paying a dollar, I would figure that's about 150 dollars (roughly, I'm not sure how many girls live in Burt). But either way, that's a lot!!!
My theory is that the RAs are the ones running their fingers through the board, and in return getting all the money for anything their little RA hearts desire. Although I have had the strong urge to run my fingers through those boards every now and again just to spite the people who make such an amazingly huge deal out of something so small, I have never had the guts. I'm sure many 'Burt Babes' can testify to having felt the same way, but never having the courage. I'm willing to start a revolution, us Burt Babes can bind together to become the new, honest, RAs...no fines involved.

:D

"Keep those hopes in a box, but don't lock it."

I have written many blogs about hope, recently I have gained a new perspective. A few nights ago at work, I had my favorite section, the one where when people come in and eat by themselves they get put in that section. I like it because when people are alone, most of the time, they like to talk. There is one older man who comes in about once a week. I've gotten to know him a little and we always have good conversation whether it be regarding diabetes, pork chops, shopping or like a few nights ago, hope. I saw that he came in, knowing he would want 2 cornbread muffins, a roll, some honey and decaff coffee, I got those thing and went to greet him. He was surprised that I remembered what he liked, even though I have been his waitress at least 10 times. I asked him how he was doing, he said "oh, you know, I'm alive." I suppose that response does have a little less of an effect when you are in your 70's, but when he asked how I was I said the same thing. He looked at me surprised and said "of course you are! what's goin' on?" I said "oh just lots of stuff, hopefully it will get better soon..." His response: "keep those hopes in a box, but don't lock it." I left him to eat his pork chops, steamed veggies and cinnamon apples and didn't think about what he said until later that night. It's profound really, and I think something that I need to do.

Hope has taken me down some roads that I shouldn't have gone down. I guess if I was going to be technical I couldn't blame it completely on hope, but rather the decisions I have made because of the hope that I have felt. False hope. The way I see what he said is, don't let your hopes get the best of you, don't hope when it's false; but also don't lock away your hopes. It's a hard concept, especially for me. I get my hopes up quite frequently, and end up getting hurt. Maybe this is the solution.

I love how the Lord brings people into my life and blesses me through them. I love my job because of the people I get to meet and talk to. I love people who actually want to talk to me (and people who tip! :D).

We rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. Romans 5:1-4

Be blessed!

work, mono, fish deaths and other ramblings

When there's studying to be done, and I don't feel like doing it, I come here. If I only had something interesting to talk about...

Work tonight was pretty crazy and stressful. I was so tired and couldn't concentrate or think at all. I felt sorry for the people who were going to get me as their waitress. Luckily one of my managers noticed I was having a little bit of a off night and they let me go a little early.

Mono (commonly called mononucleosis) is spreading like wildfire. 60 plus live cases are now meandering around UMHB. I fear for my health, but what can you do?

Pashka, Sam and I's fish died. Cause of death: mono. It was a tragic event, however I know he's in a better place.

Half of me really wants to dive deep into my emotions and talk about what's really going on, but I think the other half of me is outweighing that. So, maybe it's like 40/60. SO, I'm going to be semi-superficial and just say that I am struggling quite a bit, with quite a bit of different things. BUT there are also many, many good things going on. I can see a very tiny glimpse of light at the end of this seemingly never ending dark tunnel.

It's now 12:44am and I have an essay, some yogurt and a warm bed waiting on me. I'm afraid it's time for me to bid thee well.