"Make me to know your ways, O Lord, teach me your paths.
Lead me in your truth and teach me, for you are the God of my salvation; for you I wait all the day long." --Psalm 25:4-5
1. Obama singing "Boyfriend." I found this a long time ago and I think it is hilarious. Maybe it is disrespectful to laugh... but when I rediscovered it I was so excited! "Swag, swag, on you!"
3. Astronomy... God is so huge! At times I regret doing this class, science is not my thing and this is not necessarily the easiest science class out there. But it talks so much about God's glory that at least I'm praising Him in my lack of understanding!
4. I get to go to Northwestern tomorrow!
I'm really excited to see what the college is like with students there! Plus it will be nice to get away for the day and I miss football like crazy!
6. One Direction pens! I have pens with a boyband on them, plus they sparkle. Is that cool or what?
7. I have eaten astronaut ice cream! I will say it I am still partial to the real thing... But if you think of it as something besides ice cream it is pretty tasty! Although a good reason not to become an astronaut...
Looking back... I apologize for the Bieber and One Direction overload...
I love memories. I didn't
plaster my closet door with pictures because I like to cut and tape things. I
did it because I love to remember those good moments in life when you realize
you have it good.
Then there's that moment when a memory doesn't come with
warm fuzzies, but an ache because it is based
on the unchangeable past. Like the fact that I have tried to relive my
childhood memories in un-opportune times. The debates I held onto, later to realize I was wrong and it
is too late to reassure my opponent I'm not an idiot. The regret of clicking “send”
and wishing you could erase it (I love the “revert to draft” button). The
question that should have been left unasked. Those things that, looking back
on, you realize make you look flirtatious, ignorant, and sinful.
The memories I put on my closet door are lovely, but haven't
captured those ugly moments I keep locked up. I weed out the humiliating so I
can create a picture of my life that I like. And, most of the time, I believe
that is the life I'm living; when, in reality, my life is full of mistakes and character
flops.
Yet, what makes me classify them as worth hiding now, when, at one time,
I liked the idea so much that I did it?
Because
I have learned since their occurrence that such actions are not consistent to how
I want to be portrayed to the world. Maybe that realization came years later-- I
used to acknowledge a certain memory as amusing, now I regret it. Or maybe it
hits instantaneously. Whatever it is, the reason some past words or actions are disconcerting
is because I have learned through them. I have been humiliated by that action
once and have decided it would be bad to repeat it. Not to say that I don't
repeat my mistakes. I repeat them again and again, that is why I hate them! But through these uncomfortable memories... I learn.
