Saturday, May 27, 2006

Desperately Actual

suffer me a moment to explain my situation...you see, i knew this would happen...i knew last fall when i searched and searched for a place to serve this summer and everything fell through and i could find no peace about it. i knew that God was sending me to do the one thing i so desperately wanted to avoid: going home. the details are not necessary but just know that even though i love my family- i would pretty much kill to be anywhere but here.

this is why i love change- because anything new is better
simply due to the fact that it is different.

home= stress...
stress over money...stress because of conflict...stress because of junk...stress because of drama... inevitably i sink into this pit of depression and find my solace in the arms of my lover:
let's call him "TV" or "Food" or "Sleep" or "Reading" or anything else that lets me avoid reality...

knowing all this is why i so desperately wanted to avoid coming home- it makes me feel like a failure and i dread and hate failure more than anything...
so i tried to pump myself up the last few weeks of the semester by telling myself that this summer was going to be...well, pardon the redundancy- but different...

and i have tried-really i have- i seek out discipline and energy and focus- but they slip through my fingers and i am left tormented by these old demons and my looming failure once again...

i know i am not the only one to have felt this wretched and compared with so many my complaints must fall on deaf ears...so i would like to point my fellow malcontents to the only thing i find true solidarity with: Jesus Christ...

if you have never read My Utmost for His Highest then stop reading and go buy a copy right this minute...if you have one- flip to the May 19 entry and be comforted...it is called
"Out of the Wreck I Rise"
key verse: "Who shall seperate us from the love of Christ?" Romans 8:35-
Oswald Chambers says:

"God does not keep a man immune from trouble; He says- "I will be with him in trouble." It does not matter what actual troubles in the most extreme form get hold of a man's life, not one of them can seperate him from his relationship to God. We are "more than conquerors in all these things." Paul is not talking of imaginary things, but of things that are desperately actual; and he says we are super-victors in the midst of them, not by our ingenuity, or by our courage, or by anything other than the fact that not one of them affects our relationship to God in Jesus Christ. Rightly or wrongly, we ar where we are, exactly in the condition we are in. I am sorry for the Christian who has not something in his circumstances he wishes was not there....Either Jesus Christ is a deceiver and Paul is deluded, or some extraordinary thing happens to a man who holds on to the love of God when the odds are against God's character. Logic is silenced in the face of every one of these things. Only one thing can account for it- the love of God in Christ. "Out of the wreck I rise" every time."

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

...I'm a Yult

last week...the last week of my junior year of college- bizarre really to think that i have reached this point in my life- i drug Jmay with me to Wal-Mart...we come flyin' around the corner-(with a quickness might i add)- windows down- music blaring- and we had to wait while this man(of whose age i shall not wager a guess) leisurely walked in front of my divinely appointed parking spot...mildly annoyed- i finally whipped it into the spot at last and turned off the engine. after we jumped out of G-Baby... (nickname for my car after this really adorable kid in this really dumb Keanu Reeves movie called Hardball from back-in-the-day when i really liked Keanu Reeves movies- stupid, yes- but also endearing)...i mentioned to Jmay that he (the slow man) most likely thought we were just a couple of crazy teenagers...i was beginning to agree with this man's supposed thesis until she corrected me that we are not teenagers anymore...

what?...can it be true...am i an....an...a-a-a-adult???
aaahhh run for the hills....no, no...i can't be an adult- it just doesn't feel right.

but then, what are we?
Jmay suggested that first of all not panic..and second of all we are just 'young adults' -
well- i hated this title almost as much as the other. reminds me of that reject section of any bookstore where they keep all the prepubescent literature....no- 'young adult' will not do either....
yet having turned 21 (yesterday i might add) i can longer be a teenager- i don't care about hillary duff or the brand of my jeans- but i can't be an adult either- for although i love coffee and desperately care about the state of the world- i can sleep at night without having watched CNN and i do still think farting is funny-

so what am i?

a yult

Jmay and i decided that we will call ourselves 'yults'

why? the short answer is that in the heat of the moment where we were driven to categorically define ourselves we simply smushed "young" and "adult" together and came up with it
and the slightly longer answer is that we are ready to move on from barbies and playdough but not quite ready to pay all the bills....

not to mention- 'yult' is just a really fun word to say...