I love my dad.

I love everyone equally, but, as my brilliant dad puts it, "sometimes we just love certain people more equally than we love others."

I close my eyes ( Read more... )

I swear, if I couldn't sing, I don't think half as many people in college would bother talking to me. Kind of depressing. It kind of makes me wanna laugh and cry at the same time. Kind of like that time in PE when I pulled up my jeans really quickly and ended up tearing the beltloop out because I couldn't get them pass my mountainous butt. It's ( Read more... )

Hmm, personal update. (By the way, I'm planning on sticking with livejournal. I'm already in the process of private-locking my entries prior to college, and I'm posting publicly from now on.)

I got the job! Last week I interviewed for the UCSD Student Safety Awareness & Sexual Assault Resource Center. Yes. I hate telling people where I [am going ( Read more... )

I've never felt so vulnerable in my life.

I guess that's what brokeness entails.

Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, "The Lord is my portion; therefor I will wait for Him." Lamentations 3:23-24

So weak, to be made strong.

The communications major is not about academics and GPA, really. It's about the business world, really ( Read more... )

I swung by my mailbox after class today and was graced with another issue of TIME. I quickly flipped open to a random page, where I was met with a photo (p 51). A coast guard had snatched an elderly African-American couple off their roof. The old lady almost looked dead, as if she had been rotting in water for weeks, just waiting. Maybe not even ( Read more... )

My suitemate next door is a Jesus freak too. We pray together every Tuesday afternoon now. There's something so earth-shaking about two meek girls in a dorm room praying for this generation. Something so enormous seems to happen when a servant silently calls on the name of the Living King.