A Feminist.

I am supposed to be your feminist
I am supposed to walk your blazed trail
I am supposed to make you proud of me
I am supposed to but I fail

I am supposed to be your lawyer
I am supposed to fight for rights
I am supposed feel your anger too
I am supposed to carry the light

I am me in all my glory
I am me who loves not hates
I am me who sees the good in bad
I am me who sits and waits

Give Yourself Away

As some of you may have experienced facebook rules the world. It's sad but true. I keep up with friends all over the world simply by being 'friends' with them on facebook. So when I actually learn something from facebook I'm pleasantly surprised!

This morning I was posting back and forth with my sister when I noticed she was friends with a guy we went to High School with. I clicked on his name and it showed his entire profile (which doesn't always happen because you can set your profile to private and no one can view it if you're not friends). What surprised me the most was under Religious Views he put: "Give yourself away."

Give yourself away. How philosophical! Now I'm sure there might be some drunken silly meaning to this and it's possible it means nothing but not to someone like me in the world of ministry.

Give yourself away. How simple! How much of ourselves do we waste on ourselves? How much of our energy do we spend doing nothing but the next thing we're supposed to do? Is it really as simple as saying that your view on religion is to just give yourself away? I think so. I think it's absolutely possible that our faith, our spirituality, and our devotion to a higher power can so simply be summed up by saying "give yourself away." I love it!

In the quiet

So I've discovered that not having class on Fridays might not be as great as I thought. I'm not sure what I'm going to do on Fridays and it's going to be tempting to do nothing. I'm also going to be royally lazy this senior year. I don't have class until 11 at the earliest on any given day which means sleeping in at it's finest. This also tempts me to skip chapel. Now I'm not usually one to attend every single chapel service but it's senior year and my peers will be leading. So I would really like to attend more often.

I am excited that it's senior year even though I've only gone to one class. I still think it's going to be a good year. I was just talking to a good friend and I said "Middler Year was the year of rejection, Senior Year is pretty good so far." Knock on wood.

I do miss home and my amazing boyfriend in Jacksonville. It's very hard to be away from him and the rest of my family but hopefully I'll get to see him about once a month and we talk everyday so that gives me lots of hope. I'm also looking forward to a possible residency at a hospital after graduation, which could put me in my own backyard.

Among the Roses

I went to Fernbank Museum today and took pictures in their rose garden. Just beautiful.

Order My Steps

What a perfect way to start off my final school year in seminary:

I want to walk worthy,
my calling to fulfill.
Please order my steps Lord,
and I'll do Your blessed will.
The world is ever changing,
but You are still the same;
if You order my steps, I'll praise Your name.

It's already my thrid year....

My third year of seminary begins this week and I must admit I'm pretty excited. I can't believe I've been doing this for over two years now and I'm moving into my third. Many things are going to change and many new adventures are coming my way.

Over the summer I barely had time to breath much less write a blog, plus I'm terrible at writing blogs. I've always been bad about keeping journals and things like that but I love to write. Every time I sit down to write something I say to myself, "Self, you love to write so write it out." But nothing comes into my mind and I always end up skipping it for the day which turns into a week. I used to write short stories but the truth is I feel like I had inspiration back then. Now I feel like I have so much going on around me all I want to do is live it, not write it. I have this ridiculous fantasy somewhere in my head about being a writer I guess.

Upon returning to Atlanta I immediately established a large gaping hole in my chest. This is for several reasons. 1. All of my closest seminary friends have moved on with their lives and graduated. Some are going to really far off places and some aren't too far away but they are all still gone. 2. I actually physically left my heart in Jacksonville where I did my internship. Pieces were scattered along the halls of the hospital with the patients that I grew to love. There were also pieces left in my chair at the dinner table. Spending that much time with my family made me realize how much I truly love them and reminded me how hard it is to be so far away from them. Finally, a large chunk is in the hands of my wonderful boyfriend, Chris. I go to bed every night wondering how I got this lucky to have found such an amazing person to be my partner through this journey of mine. I've never had someone care about me so much and I have thanked God ever single second for his presence in my life. He's amazing and words can't describe what a great relationship we're building with each other.

I'm starting to meet new students and I'm loving being back on campus.

More later....blessings....