fishies

19 05 2008

oh my gosh, this sounds just like what has been running through my head this year.

it sounds like something that i’ve been struggling to come to terms with this semester.

it sounds like something i’ve been trying to reconcile my “healthy attitude toward grades” with, something i’ve been trying to explain to the underclassmen who supposedly admire my hands-off approach to academics.

after all, why am i here?

this semester, i didn’t work hard enough, i didn’t care enough, i didn’t like my classes enough. it’s too late to remedy this (except i guess i could try to enjoy the last two finals that i have… which i kind of am?), but it is something i must keep in mind for next year.

and like my darling sib says, not just academically, but spiritually as well.





realization

18 05 2008

When I realize how out of touch I have been with those around me, with those I love, I shudder inside.

But you know what’s even worse?

Sometimes my pain comes from not knowing that I have not loved others like I should have, but from pride.

From PRIDE!

Oh God, please squish my heart into soft jello that melts so that I can love fluidly, love like You did.

Haha, terrible analogy.  :)  Even when I’m on the brink of tears, I’m such a goof.

Let’s try that again.

Oh God, soften my heart.  Break my heart for what breaks Yours.  I don’t know what to say, so I steal the words and breaths of others in order to try to give form and shape to something I don’t understand.  Where have I been?

I shudder at myself.

24 ‘For I will take you out of the nations; I will gather you from all the countries and bring you back into your own land. 25 I will sprinkle clean water on you, and you will be clean; I will cleanse you from all your impurities and from all your idols. 26 I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh. 27 And I will put my Spirit in you and move you to follow my decrees and be careful to keep my laws. 28 You will live in the land I gave your forefathers; you will be my people, and I will be your God. 29 I will save you from all your uncleanness. I will call for the grain and make it plentiful and will not bring famine upon you. 30 I will increase the fruit of the trees and the crops of the field, so that you will no longer suffer disgrace among the nations because of famine. 31 Then you will remember your evil ways and wicked deeds, and you will loathe yourselves for your sins and detestable practices. 32 I want you to know that I am not doing this for your sake, declares the Sovereign LORD. Be ashamed and disgraced for your conduct, O house of Israel!

Ezekiel 36

I will have to come back and digest them properly.  Right now all I can think of is how wretched a faux servant I’ve been.

Give us clean hands
Give us pure hearts

Let us not lift our souls to another

Oh God, let us be
A generation that seeks
That seeks your face
O God of Jacob.

“Give Us Clean Hands”





this time

18 05 2008

is a gift from God.

all of it.

thank You.

Savior King

And now the weak say I have strength
By the spirit of power that raised Christ from the dead
And now the poor stand and confess
That my portion is and I’m more blessed

Let now our hearts burn with a flame
A fire consuming all for Your Son’s holy name
And with the heavens we declare
You are our King

We love You, Lord, we worship You
You are our God, You alone are good

You asked Your Son to carry this
The heavy cross our weight of sin

I love You, Lord, I worship You
Hope which was lost, now stands renewed
I give my life to honor this
The love of Christ, the Savior King

I give my life to honor this
The love of Christ, the Savior King

Lyrics (edited)

On another note… I found out last night that Paul’s father passed away a few weeks ago. I found his obituary (James Estus Davis) today. Today Kimberly got married. Jan also got married today. It was senior takeover at Large Group today. Today was also ST transfer/foot washing. We found out today that LAUREN IS PREGNANT. What a (to)day.





i am ridiculously blessed

6 05 2008

I’m sitting here at 5am editing my JP, and it’s so clear that I’ve been immensely blessed by God in my friendships.  My friends are so giving…

I emailed only a few people asking them to look over an extremely boring and long draft of my JP (very tedious… goodness knows, I’m not a good writer) and suddenly 4, 5 people are sending me back edited copies of my draft, making it infinitely better.

I’m only page 3 right now because writing and editing is taking so long… but wow.  I hope to finish editing by breakfast and once again asking them to take a look at it.

My JP has a lot more flaws than I anticipated… But thankfully, no one has pointed fingers at me and said, “SO WHAT?!  YOUR PAPER IS TERRIBLE AND POINTLESS I JUST WASTED AN HOUR+ OF MY LIFE.”  Let us hope my advisor does not think that.





i forgot

5 05 2008

how vital this blog is to my sanity.

how did i manage to survive for three years without journaling?  at princeton of all places?  oh boy.

i love having this on the wordpress website, but i also want it on justin’s server so it’ll have it’s own domain and i’ll have the freedom of installing whatever widgets i want.  oh man, widgets are so much fun.

jp is a bit of a frolic.  i will get a draft done by breakfast.  a real draft.  and i’m not kidding this time. oh hallelujah.





ache

5 05 2008

That raw part of my soul aches.





i was talking to zach

3 05 2008

and realized that junior year is difficult not because of academics but… there are other things that happen.

and i think for many of us that other things are human relationships or lack thereof.

oh, how broken we all are! (interjecting, i am) junior year is hard, so hard, and so so hard and no one ever warned me. it wouldn’t have mattered. besides, it’s not like it’s junior year academics that are the brunt of the stress (it does contribute, i’d say so i’d say so oh why), so it’s not anything that anyone could have or would have foreseen.

example conversation (with whom? with myself?):

“hey sumin, junior year is going to be hard for everyone.”

“no way. why? sophomore year was hard! but it’s gonna get better.”

“yea, it was hard, but junior year? harder. work. but mainly people.”

“what do you mean?”

“crap’s gonna happen and there’s nothing you can do about it. you’ll cry your heart out and it won’t solve anything. you’ll see people in pain and you can’t reach out. you’ll laugh and then hear someone weeping and what can you do?”

“what?”

“basically, i’m telling you lots of things will happen and it’ll take its toll.”

“what?”

“you’re stupid.”

“um, looked in a mirror lately?”

“anyway, it’ll be hard for everyone in different ways. you’re not going to be able to really change anything for anyone, so stop meddling. the best you can do is listen. and listen to yourself. don’t be selfish, but don’t ignore your own needs.”

“oh.”

“good luck, you’re gonna need it.”

“what?”

“i’ll pray for you. and your class.”

“thanks.”

[gets up to leave]

“you know, you’re still going to love it. junior year is going to be hard, but it’s necessary. and you’ll still be happy.”

“i know.”





it can be done

28 04 2008

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.

// Phillipians 4:6





showers make everything a little bit better

27 04 2008

I just took a long hot shower, and I forgot how much I love them.  For some reason I have difficulty getting up and taking the shower, but once I’m in I hate to leave.  I guess that’s the way it is for most things for me–I don’t like taking the time and effort to go do something, but once I do I’m happy to be doing what I am doing.  Loser.

It’s so hard to forgive.  In fact, I think that a lot of times, it’s not my place to forgive.  I mean… Like for Paco, for instance, he lied to the community as a whole, so in some way it did affect me, it did hurt me, and I was in the position to perhaps forgive.  But for some people, their personal sins, their transgressions against others or perhaps God has nothing to do with me and I have no right to try to give my forgiveness to them.  It’s not really forgiveness.  It feels like an unfair superiority complex, where I believe I’m in the position to forgive, in the superior position to hand out my well-being.  In fact, I’m not.  In fact, I’m just as fallen–no, no, more.

I guess in being hurt, we are affected… but does that hurt give us the right to forgive?  I don’t know.  I suppose that’s why we turn to God, to ask Him for forgiveness, for healing, but my human nature, my human clinginess and inability to let go screams at no one in particular for someone to make things right.  The struggle is to redirect that energy into asking God to heal my heart, but I fail so badly.

The situation that I write of you have no way of knowing, nor will you ever know.  I don’t even think I know myself.  Spending so much time by myself is good for me, as I spend so much of the semester, so much of the week, so much of my days with others that I have little time to reflect.  (That’s what this journal is for, right?  I should get around to moving this to Justin’s server sometime.)  It’s just an ongoing part of the conversation.





sin and forgiveness

26 04 2008

I used to have a very elementary view of sin–sin ask for forgiveness it shall be given forgotten done. But that’s not how it is. We sin, we beg for forgiveness, it is granted, but then we have to deal with the effects of it in our lives and the lives of others. Forgiveness doesn’t wipe it away from our broken lives. It does wipe away our tears and lifts our hearts, but it’s not as if the imprint left on our souls go away. We may come to peace with it, but we must also come to peace with the consequences.

i was angry

so angry

i hadn’t been so angry

in a long time–angry

angry at him

angry that it could happen

angry that things turned out the way they did

angry that i had been used

angry that i hadn’t seen

angry that i had been deceived

it’s not even that i deserved to be angry

those who were really affected, targeted, receiving end had a right to be angry

to contain that grudge

to contain that hate

to contain that hurt

i acted as if i had that right

i acted as if i could

i acted as if i should

but oh God, my human memory forgot

forgot very quickly

forgot obscenely quickly

because i wanted to forget

and not forgive

forget and not forgive

to forget is not to forgive.

and then the opportunity came to be bitter

the opportunity came to be angry

the opportunity came to lash out

and i didn’t intend to forgive

but i think my heart did

i think God reached in and embraced me eased my soul told me to be quiet

and my heart forgave

without thinking.

and i am glad it did.