Trust

God often uses the experiences in our lives to teach us lessons.  The answers to our prayers, the yeses, nos, wait and see all can be used to help us grow. I think God is often trying to teach me patience and trust in His plan. I've chosen a career where the payout is long term, because I will literally be in school forever, so I have to trust that each step of the way is contributing to the long term goal of my vocation. I've seen countless friends enter into relationships and get married, and while that area of my life is still in writing, I've learned patience and trust in God's long term plan (still working on that one), and I've seen how the opportunities in my life and where God is calling me to serve may not have been possible if I were walking a different path.

So God uses our experiences to teach us all the time, to teach us to trust in Him and his timing. I've always known that, but I've still held on to some semblance of control in a lot of situations, choosing where to go to school, choosing to say yes or no. But recently God has been teaching me about his timing through someone else's suffering, and nothing about the situation is in my control. It is hard to cope with watching someone suffer and knowing that there will be an eventual outcome, but it is made even more difficult when you don't know what the timeframe is. You want to keep them around for as long as possible, but you also want their suffering to end. You feel guilty wanting things to be one way or another, and wonder if it is selfish to want them to stay and selfish to want them to be free. It takes endurance and relying on God to understand his mercy and to understand the lessons we learn through suffering. It takes strength of character to truly say in your heart "not my will, but yours" and give the anxiety and the heartache over to God. I know trials teach us something in the long term, but sometimes it is not visible at first. Again, this takes trusting that God will eventually reveal to us how those experiences shaped us. This verse spoke to me this morning, and gave me reassurance that even if we don't get the answers or the relief in this life, God has bigger plans for all of us.

"The God of all grace who called you to his eternal glory through Christ Jesus will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you after you have suffered a little. To him be dominion forever. Amen"

1 Peter 5:10-11

I could say a lot more about timing and suffering and mercy, but wiser folks than me have shared those messages before. All I'll leave you with is this: Surrender yourself to trust in God. He will never lead you astray.

Life Lately: March

Since I last posted, I went on Spring break for a week, saw Beauty and the Beast, took a policy and advocacy trip to Tallahassee (Florida state capital), celebrated my 27th birthday, went to Disney, had a few major assignments/presentations due,  and watched the Tarheels win the National Championship. March (and the first week of April) was a whirlwind.

Here's a little photo rundown:

Spring Break:

Trip to St. Augustine with friends from Church to hear Audrey Assad play

 A few relaxing (and chilly) days on Hilton Head Island with my Dad

 

Two day solo Disney trip to Animal Kingdom and the EPCOT Flower and Garden Festival

 

St. Patrick's Day Cupcakes!

Tallahassee:

Pre-advocacy hanging out around Tally with the one and only Miss Christie!

Inside the Florida State Capitol Building

Past Two Weeks: 

Birthday Cupcakes (which were eaten in Academic Assessment Class)

 

March Babies Birthday Celebration in Disney

REDEMPTION is spelled U-N-C

Future Plans: 
How we plan to spend the rest of the Spring/Summer: Relaxing nights at the Wine and Cheese Bar

Phew! Looking forward to a more relaxing April and May!

Now back to your regularly scheduled programming 

:D

Why I Run

This morning I did something I never thought I would be able to do: I ran 5 miles. 

When I say that I have never been a runner, I mean that I was never I runner. I DREADED the timed mile run days in gym during elementary and middle school.  I loved soccer when I was little, but I tended to play defense because I couldn't deal with running the length of the field. Granted, I had sports-induced asthma and chronic allergies as a kid, which made sustained cardio difficult at time. I was active through dance, but never got into running.  In college and post-college, I danced and exercised sporadically but nothing consistent. Trying to go on a run would just bring dread and pain, and I never really knew what I was doing. I really never learned to "run" properly, and I would just start, regardless of form or pacing. I was also very self-conscious about running. I ran slowly and I was very aware of all the other more fit and better runners around me, especially when running around a college campus.

Last year I signed up for a 5K with some friends, and ready or not, I had to figure this thing out. I  humbly resigned myself to literally start from the very beginning. I used some app to get me up to 5k by the run (maybe Couch to 5K, but I can't remember) and started slowly, alternating running with walking for months until I could run 3.1 miles without stopping.  The 5K was really just a fun run (Color Run), but still, crossing that finish line let me check off a bucket list item. I ran sporadically that summer, but I moved and then made the mistake of running when it was too hot and I didn't have enough water, resulting in a heat stroke (yeah, never will make that mistake again) and I just never quite got back into it. I live in Florida now, and trying to figure out how to run in Florida during August is equivalent to figure out how to run through a swamp on the Sun, so I just let it go.

I didn't make running a specific New Year's resolution, but I knew I wanted to get back into it. So on January 1st, 2017, I laced up my running shoes and ran a slow and cold mile around my neighborhood. And since then, I've stayed consistent and have run 2-3 times a week.

A few weeks into January I got the crazy idea to give myself a long-term goal for running motivation, and a friend and I signed up to run a half-marathon. Luckily, it was in November so I had plenty of time and it was also in Disney World, so it would be a lot of fun.

Now the race is still a while away, so I'm nowhere near going into training mode, but I finally feel like I can call myself a runner. I've been on enough runs to see good and bad days, to realize that mile 1 does not define your run, and to find a rhythm and a pace to actually enjoy the act of running.

Running has taught me to slow down (literally) and have patience. I am not a fast runner. It takes me a while to run and the more miles I am trying to add on, the longer I am running with just myself and my music. I am okay with that. At first it drove me crazy that it would take me so long to get from point A to point B, but I slowly learned and accepted that it doesn't matter how long it takes you to get to point B, its just about getting there. I think I've learned a lot about God through running, and running has helped me not only open a silence and stillness to hear Him more, but also has helped me become more accepting of His timing. I'm running towards a destination, a next step, and its more important to consider how I get there than how fast I get there. I'm putting in the work to get there, and that's what matters.

I'm getting better about not comparing myself to other runners when they pass me by on the trail. I try to instead give them a mental congratulations for getting out there and running, because I don't know what mental battles they have ragging against them. Some days it sucks and I run really slowly, other days, like today, I only plan to run 2.0 miles because I'm tired, but I break through that wall after mile 1.0 and just see where the road takes me.

Why I haven't blogged as often

As I've mention recently, I've been getting more into the work of author and researcher Dr. Brene Brown. She focuses a lot of her work on the most core and essential human emotions and experiences, and how they can sometimes be flip sides of the same coin: shame, love, joy, worry, etc. They all come down in core (or at least how I interpret them) to vulnerability. In reading one of her books about whole-hearted living, The Gifts of Imperfection: Your Guide to a Wholehearted Life, I began thinking of my own struggles with perfection, and owning "being smart" as a core personality trait. I'll go into more on that later, but through that experience I realized that I don't think my blog or what I have to say is ever "good enough" so why bother posting it. But let's be real, this is a creative outlet and nothing more. I'm not a "blogger", I'm not trying to make money or have pictures that look perfect. I just like sharing my thoughts, my experiences and some creative ideas I may have from time to time. I'm in no way shape or form a theologian or even remotely experienced in working in ministry. I'm a Catholic girl in her mid-twenties in graduate school, and this is just my life right now and what I'm thinking and experiencing.

I write because it helps me to process through big ideas, to slow my mind and body down enough to get words on paper (or screen) in an organized fashion that helps me to make sense of it all. I feel like my processing things out and posting them, not only does it hold me accountable to work through some of the bigger topics in life, but also maybe my processing may help someone else see something more clearly.

I've decided to write regardless if anyone reads. If you have thoughts or questions, I will always try to answer, but this isn't a business or a full-time gig, so I'm just going to let it be what it is for now. On that note I have to go, I should probably be doing homework or research or something right now. #graduateschoolproblems

Or maybe I'm just going to Disney World again :D