The Reaction

Okay, so I was teaching when the earthquake happened,

it kinda threw me off because it sounded like there had been a fairly serious car accident right outside my house...my townhouse on the end of a tiny road...

I didn't learn 'til after from that students parent that it had been an earthquake!

I was shocked that an earthquake had hit the east-side!

That was the first and probably last earthquake I'll ever feel.

But as I was talking to the mother she was saying how her husband is convinced the world will end next year and how their church is having a 12 week revival (hooyah!)

and we were joking that God is just warming up and after that revival

*poof*

we're all gone!

It is kinda funny to talk about but maybe just because none of us knows how/when/ or what it's going to be like so it's one of those awkward nervous jokes.

But it actually got me thinking that age old question

what would I do differently if I knew the whole world was going to end, say, next year?

Would I really do anything different?

Probably not much, I might try to enjoy life better, relax and not be so hard on myself.

But I'd probably still work, practice, freak out about work, train, eat healthily and unheathily.

I mean come on I'm still human.

I might try to enjoy the earth even though I know heaven will be WAY better.

I'd want all my friends to be in the right place (in their hearts I mean)

but I'm not sure how I'd do that if I knew they weren't with the Lord now.

I don't think I'm much of an evangelist (well the big bible-thumpin' kind)

but I am passionate, and may have a turn for the flair,

what about all those kids I teach, or the people I work with, or the people that are awkwardly uncomfortable to be around?

What could I do or what would I do different to show them God?

Anything?

The musicians quandary

Sonata I'm playing pt. 1

part 2

The guy I've been taking piano lessons from is truly

magnificent.

He's a technical master, a musician

he is always so encouraging and inspiring.

I have learned SO much from him already in playing and teaching.

And I'd love to take percussion lessons every now and again

but there doesn't seem to be anyone that I would want to take lessons from.

And especially someone like my piano teacher.

I look forward to practicing piano and making music

and learning how to control the instrument

and make it work for me not me work for it.

And I feel I might have lost that inspiration for percussion,

I mean, I love playing and I love learning

but I've got nothing to work for

no one to play for

I have no goals or accountability.

I guess I could take lessons from some old someone

but I don't want it to be counteractive.

Anyways, I want to learn how to take my piano knowledge

and use it in my percussive life, teaching wise especially.

I want to encourage and inspire my students so that they want to practice

so they want to put into effect what they've been learning.

Then you have the teenagers, and the kids who look like they don't care

what do you do with them??

I've got a lot to learn and a lot to do

but I want to be that percussion teacher who is like my piano teacher.

I want to encourage, inspire and motivate

even the most reluctant students!

Accountability

I've had ideas of a post about accountability

floating around in my head for a bit.

This one'll have to be good

so I'll really have to do some good construction on this one.

Oh, heart...

I let you get away from me tonight

I made you turn away from the one you truly love,

and the one who truly loves you back,

I took your guard down

and let you flirt.

It hurts

and I'm sorry.

I GOT A BIKE!!!

She's a beaut!

Specialized Dolce sport

white with plum

(I got a different seat because the one it came with-ouch)

I got Look pedals:

And Specialized shoes that look pretty close to these:

It took two hours to get fitted!

But thats just because I'm so petite, they said

...and maybe a bit picky.

But come on, this was my first bike!

I had a lot of questions and a few concerns.

I took it to the business park to practice clipping in and out of my pedals.

I think the hardest thing is when you first get on.

Oh, and in reference to the last post, boys!

boys-oh, boys-oh!

Holy Matrimony!

I had a good conversation with a really good friend today

about boys...

about our similar and different views on relationships.

I've dated, I had an official boyfriend in college

for one month :)

aaand I've had some unhealthy relationships with boys.

But now, I'm almost uninterested in dating.

I'm a to-the-point kinda girl

all or nothin'

I don't want to beat around the bush

I just want to meet a guy

fall in love

and get married

bam. bam. bam.

We talked about courting-

the establishment of an agreed relationship of a more enduring kind.

I'm not messing around

I have no desire to get into a relationship and tangle all sorts of heart strings

then figure out it's not right.

Even further, I don't like talking about boys in a dating sort of light.

Because even just talking about it

turns my heart strings into flailing octopus tentacles,

just dying to reach out and suction onto "love."

My heart can sometimes fall so easily into artificial "love"

It's messy, and not in the good kind

like when God messes around with your heart (thats good)

Ultimately it's lust

and I'm feeling 'lusted-out.'

The next relationship I have I deeply desire for it to be holy

and pure.

The last time I tried making a 'list' for my 'husband-to-be'

it ended up with like three things on it with the biggest being

he has to be like Jesus. He has to be passionately in love with Jesus.

I heard someone say this once and I like it;

I want to fall in love with the Jesus inside of him.

So I'm thankful that even though I feel social (and self) pressure to be married,

the Lord has really changed my heart lately to feel content with single-hood again.

It has to be Gods timing, and I'll just have to wait-no-trust. Ok.

Redeemed

I went to the doctor today

again!

I don't think I've been to the doctor twice in one year.....ever.

But I went to mom's doctor, hesitantly.

The nurses were nice, they always are.

super nice

and they called everyone sweet pea :)

They weighed me and I was happy with the number

and measured me....

I'll still round up.

The doctor was nice she sat with me and we talked for a good while

then I had to get my blood stolen.......

two times in one year!!!

I had to wait for, like, forever!

Trying to stay calm but since I was already so dizzy and fed up with it

I think I freaked out a little.

When I finally got in the room they made me sit there for Forever!!!

(slightly hyperventilating)

And when the nurse finally came in and tied that thing on my arm

and made me squeeze the ball! (which I've never had to do)

I couldn't squeeze very long and seriously felt like I was going to pass out.

...then I started crying

It's a certain kind of cry, like when you're dehydrated

and over-whatevered and you head gets funny

I just started crying I couldn't help it.

So we found a room I could lie down in.

Long story short it was fine, I didn't die,

my blood is perfect

(and they gave me a Sesame Street band-aid)

I'm a perfect specimen of human.

But we have no idea why I'm so dang dizzy!

to be continued...