This is just something that has been running through my mind recently:

1Now there were some present at that time who told Jesus about the Galileans whose blood Pilate had mixed with their sacrifices. 2Jesus answered, "Do you think that these Galileans were worse sinners than all the other Galileans because they suffered this way? 3I tell you, no! But unless you repent, you too will all perish. 4Or those eighteen who died when the tower in Siloam fell on them—do you think they were more guilty than all the others living in Jerusalem? 5I tell you, no! But unless you repent, you too will all perish." (Luke 1-4)

Why didn't anyone answer Pat Robertson with this verse? Or maybe they did, and I missed it. Hmm.

Anywayyss, life is good, life is busy, life is FANtastic. (:

I always feel like I should follow up a heavy post with a lighter one. So hence, a light and lovely post. (:

Alabama gymnastics is my new obession. I felt like I was at the Olympics (although I'm sure that's just my naivety speaking!) Anyway, our team is really super at gymnastics.



So even though I went to the gymnastics meet Friday night, the night did not end on such a pleasant note. I walked out to my dear old Tahoe in order to Betsy's (in order to escape from unfavorable/potentially awkward situations in the dorm, might I add), only to see a ticket on my windshield. What could this be, since I have my permit properly affixed to my mirror? Oh, the dear old parking lot nazis had fined me $50 for "improper parking - parking over the line." Infuriated, I took a picture of the offending parking job (psh) in order to document the injustice. I wish I knew how to put pictures from my phone onto the computer, but you will just have to believe me when I say that they reaalllyyy REALLY stretched it to call it improper parking. Then, breathing deeply, I turned the key in the ignition, only to hear nothing but a strange whistling sound. Oh JAMES RONALD DEAN! I almost cried, but I was too mad. hahaha.

However disheartening Friday night was, Saturday turned out to be quite lovely. My friend and I drove over the river and through the woods (literally) to the largest private art collection in the country, where I happened to meet the eccentric billionaire himself, who happened to be there at the same time. He's bff with Harper Lee (cool right?) I thought so at least. Then I got back to dorm sweet dorm and forced myself to call my now-friends at #HELP to send me someone to doctor my poor broken James. I waited in the cold by the car for awhile, watching an apparent drug bust take place in front of the dorm. Then some dudes arrived (not quite as sketchy as the last one, but still interesting) and jump-started James. Doctor's orders: drive it at least once every day so he doesn't go into any more comas. I was so happy that he didn't have to be towed! (:

And then, what would a good weekend be without getting lost at least once? Yes, last night James and I got lost in the foggy night somewhere in Northport trying to find a friend's party. It was surreal but adventurous.

And that concludes my lovely little pleasant post. I'm now off to eat pancakes for dinner at the BCM. (:

Back to Life.

One of the good things about your family living in a city where you don't know anyone is that being there kind of feels like a vacation. I don't have to worry about making sure I visit everyone, or worry that if I don't, they'll be angry. Maybe that sounds anti-social. Maybe it IS antisocial...I'm just being honest. And apparently, from reading other blogs, it seems that we mold our blogs to say a great deal about who we are, what we believe, and maybe even who we want to be. I wonder what picture this blog paints of myself...

But now, I am going to cheat and write something that I wrote in my journal the other day. Because after I wrote it, I really liked it and realized I could kill two birds with one stone (except that I hate that expression, but I can't think of an alternative). :)

[begin excerpt!]
"I wish that I could be the kind of easygoing, optimistic person who can so easily see the big picture. And sometimes I am that person. If I'm honest with myself, I am like that when I'm currently walking with God. Only when I'm spiritually dry and apathetic do I become all of the things I hate - selfish, lazy (well, laziness is always an issue), self-absorbed, bitter, quick to anger, money-hungry, self-loathing, etc. etc. Life without Jesus is truly awful in comparison. So why do I so often revert to it? As I have more and more experiences in this state of mind, I begin to see more and more clearly how Christianity is IT, how it truly answers my deepest-held questions and banishes my most unsettling feelings. For example, my quickness to sentimentality: I can let myself get lost in feeling sad that the past is gone, but I know that if I live my life like God intended for us to, living wholly in the moment, living with purpose, then I would have no time or desire for despairing about what can never be again. And concerning my tendency to feel inferior and socially incompetent, those problems start to resolve or get pushed aside when I'm close to God.

So the question remains: why can't I stay close to Him? Well, I've thought up the answer to my own question. How can I stay close to someone without doing that which keeps us close in the first place? It's like trying to stay close to a friend without ever talking to him, meeting with him, or acknowledging him at all. It's physically impossible! Duh, Amy! So therefore, my one desperately important "resolution" for this semester is to stay close to my Savior, the One who knows how many hairs I have on my head, the One who knows when a little sparrow falls from his tree. The One who not only saved me from the abyss, but who saved me from my own abyss. To talk to Him, listen to Him, and read His personal message to the world. Also, to not waste my time in idle, selfish musings about what I want, which right now is to "travel the world." Sometimes I let this travel bug consume my every thought - and this is a dangerous thing. It makes me discontent with my current situation, which is something an ardent Christ-follower should not be. (And I think that I'm where God wants me to be right now). Of course I will always want to travel, I can't help that. But I need to surrender this desire to Him, really surrender it. I need to say, "Father, you know this deep desire of mine. Use it as You will. If it could be useful to the Kingdom, then may it be. But if it would be better in all regards for me to lay it down completely at the moment, then please let me know, and give me the strength to do so. Let it never control me or keep me from doing Your work in the here and now, right where I am."

Deep in my heart, I know that this is what I really want. It's hard to have such heavy burdens of desire! To always be striving to BE somebody else. It is so much easier to say, Here God, I want you to take them. I am tired of striving to fulfill them when there are so many more important things to do, things of lasting significance.

Ahh. I don't like to be so dramatic. But maybe I have to face the fact that I AM that which I don't like...I think too much sometimes. And write it on this little blog for all the world to see. (: