Waiting to Hatch

Chillipepper!

Yay! I'm actually writing a blog again. Sunday night, I got back from Chillipepper. If you don't know what that is, just ask me sometime. It was very exciting for me because my favorite band was there (Jars of Clay!) not to mention it's usually my favorite weekend out of the whole year. There's something about seeing old friends and campers in an environment of organized chaos and complete exhaustion that just warms my soul. Sadly, I didn't get to "learn" a whole lot. I was always either taking pictures or just somehow missed the speakers. But the weekend did confirm my desire and hopefully calling to somehow be fully vocationally envolved in ministry. (I say "hopefully" because the calling part is still confusing) It was also an exciting weekend for me because of the worship. The most involved way that I worship is through singing along. It's something that I'm passionate about. At Furman, I don't get to do that very often at all. I'm involved in BCM but we've had a little trouble getting stuff organized this year. So far there has been very little music. And I don't go to a church where I really get that either. DecembeRadio did a great job in leading worship and I was incredibly thankful for that. You know how sometimes in friendships lots of things change, and the friendship still grows and is fruitful but you don't get to have those fits of laughter or do whatever activity it was that brought you together. But then when you randomly get that chance to do that activity, it's just so joyous and comforting. That was me and God this weekend. I hadn't strayed or pulled away from God, but there was so much going in my life that was new. And God was there for all that, but this weekend I got to relax and I could just worship and enjoy God remember the reasons why I loved him so much in the first place. I was talking to one of my friends about that this weekend, and could only describe that feeling as being right on the edge of tears because I was so thankful to be in a place where the worship was clear to me. I'm not really sure if this makes sense really to anyone but me.

-Ok I have to make a quick interupption to say that Carol, the sweet elderly man that works as the janitor in the chapel, (oh yea I'm at work right now) just explained to me how when it's windy, leaves blow in the door. And it doesn't just happen at one door. It happens at the door down the hall too. And the more the door opens, the more the leaves come in. And that's one way you can tell it's windy. Ok, I'll continue now. :)

Another thing I experienced at Chillipepper was lots of people asking me if I had found a boyfriend since arriving at Furman. I'm not really sure why people associate college with finding a boyfriend, but they do. And I don't say this because I was annoyed or anything, I acutally found it kind of funny. But because of all this, I started thinking about dating. (I mean more than usual for an 18 year old single girl, because it kind of comes up a lot anyway) I don't usually discuss this in my blogs because I don't necessarily want everyone to know what I think about dating, but I'm probably not going to say anything too shocking, so I figure it's ok. First of all, I have not found a boyfriend because I am not searching for a boyfriend. I'm the type of person believes that I should try your best to live as God wants me to, and one day God will bless me with a wonderful amazing godly guy that will somehow care for me enough to make it so I don't have to chase after him. And that day could come tomorrow or 10 years from tomorrow (I'd prefer the first of those two) but that is what I'm trying to do. And an important reason for why I'm saying this is for some of my friends. It's really easy to think that if you are single there is something horribly wrong with you. I've heard a lot of girls say this and it isn't true. Yes, we all have our flaws but we are still beautiful creatures of God and recipients of grace. Ok, I'll step off my soapbox now.

One last thing that is probably only humorous to me. On the way to Chillipepper (while getting slightly lost) we came across a street named Fred King. I mean seriously, Fred King? Who names a street Fred King?

posted by Shari @ 10:01 AM