Never have I ever been a procrastinator until this semester. Considering it's my final one as an undergraduate student, I am giving myself every right to embrace this characteristic.
So, here I am, In the library, not siting at my usual table on the second floor in the corner by the window, causing life to already be out of the ordinary, and 100% procrastinating all of the homework I have due way too soon. On, you guessed it... Facebook.
So after this past weekend, and how absolutely, truly incredible it was, I have nothing else to talk about other than BASIC related things. So that's what I'm doing. Talking to anyone and everyone I can about how much I LOVE BASIC, and how much God loves BASIC, and how coming to St. Rose was positively the best decision I have yet to make in my 22 years of living aside from accepting Jesus as my Lord and savior, and then... I start sobbing.
God's presence overwhelmed my heart so strongly that tears just began flowing from my eyes.
My purpose, my passion, my peace. It is all here. It is all right here in front of me and I refuse to overlook it.
Thank you, God for this powerful moment and reminder in the Neil Hellman library.
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Where Your Heart Is
Lately, I've been thinking about this scripture a lot: "For where your treasure is, there your heart will also be." It is mentioned several times throughout the bible, on various occasions, including Matthew 6:21 and Luke 12:34. I have heard this scripture being used in countless messages lately, and it has stuck with me.
So, the question is, where is your heart?
I tend to say "My heart" in regards to a lot of things, because I love a lot. So here is just a list of a few things that I can think of right off the top of my head: My family, my friends, making new friends, my dog, pursuing a career in speech-language pathology, serving in children's ministry, pretending I can sing, long walks on the beach, exploring whimsical cities and villages, painting, learning new things, wearing fuzzy socks, writing ANYTHING, snapping photos of EVERYTHING, laughing loudly, eating caprese salad, drinking coffee, frolicking through sunflower fields, and watching hot air balloons rise.
However, as much as I may love all of those things, I think where your heart truly is, is where your passion and purpose also lies. So, let me tell you a little story.
I so badly want to work for BASIC someday. Like, I can’t remember another thing I was ever so passionate about as I am about St. Rose BASIC. And then to see everything that goes on at each conference, and what they’re all about, it makes my heart flutter. I think that’s why I want to hear back from Naz so badly. Like, I'd consider pausing school if the right doors opened.
Looking back on the last conference I attended, the very first one ever held in New Jersey, I like, couldn't breathe when they announced that they were looking for new staff and I could barely stay in my seat long enough for them to stop talking so I could go over and talk to them. Then, a few months ago? I felt this heart pounding sensation -- I even journaled about it -- about somehow, someway ending up in Rochester next year.
So, the question is, where is your heart?
I tend to say "My heart" in regards to a lot of things, because I love a lot. So here is just a list of a few things that I can think of right off the top of my head: My family, my friends, making new friends, my dog, pursuing a career in speech-language pathology, serving in children's ministry, pretending I can sing, long walks on the beach, exploring whimsical cities and villages, painting, learning new things, wearing fuzzy socks, writing ANYTHING, snapping photos of EVERYTHING, laughing loudly, eating caprese salad, drinking coffee, frolicking through sunflower fields, and watching hot air balloons rise.
However, as much as I may love all of those things, I think where your heart truly is, is where your passion and purpose also lies. So, let me tell you a little story.
I so badly want to work for BASIC someday. Like, I can’t remember another thing I was ever so passionate about as I am about St. Rose BASIC. And then to see everything that goes on at each conference, and what they’re all about, it makes my heart flutter. I think that’s why I want to hear back from Naz so badly. Like, I'd consider pausing school if the right doors opened.
Looking back on the last conference I attended, the very first one ever held in New Jersey, I like, couldn't breathe when they announced that they were looking for new staff and I could barely stay in my seat long enough for them to stop talking so I could go over and talk to them. Then, a few months ago? I felt this heart pounding sensation -- I even journaled about it -- about somehow, someway ending up in Rochester next year.
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