1. Slass Glippers

         Update: It’s 3:55 AM, and I’m wide awake. The sun will probably be up before I even finish this post, but it’s another one of those nights where I just have to talk about what’s incessantly running through my mind. I should preface this whole thing by saying that I don’t mean to offend anyone, but to encourage. I am not claiming to know everything there is to know or to have it all figured out. If I did would I be awake at 4 o’clock in the morning writing about it? I’ve learned all of this today for the most part and I’m sharing my revelation just like I did in “Glass Slippers.”

         I listened to a sermon today by a really great pastor in Memphis who is my favorite person to listen to preach at this point. I’ve yet to listen to one of his sermons (all podcasts. Haven’t actually made it to his church yet) that didn’t keep me up at night thinking about what he said, what it means, and what I can take away from it. That’s all Jesus Christ working through him, because usually I don’t even remember what sermons were about by the time I get to lunch after church. This guy’s name is Bryan Loritts, lead pastor at Fellowship Memphis, and this sermon was on marriage. He called it “Let’s Stay Together” if you want to go look up the podcast on iTunes, which would be a good idea by the way. The sermon was great. He talked about things that are ripping marriages apart in our culture, what makes a good biblical marriage, how a husband and wife should treat each other and how their relationship should look in comparison to their relationship with their children, and plenty of other little things that were really great to hear but the part that has been messing with me all day was a little part kind of in the middle of the sermon where he talked about women. 

        He brought up 1 Peter 3 where it says that women are the weaker vessel, and taken out of context, a power hungry man or an incredibly insecure woman might run that to places it has no business going. But he compared it to two vessels he has in his house: cups and glasses. “There’s cups and who cares how you handle cups? You know, men are like cups. You can be rough with them, throw them down. Who cares? But I have another vessel in my house. They’re glasses and I don’t do to this glass what I just did to that cup. Because it’s weaker, I handle it with care, and typically in my house, the weaker vessels are the more valuable vessels. You handle with care. Men, your wife ain’t one of the boys. You’re gentle. You live with her in an understanding way. You’re sensitive to her needs…” and he went on with more elaborations on how a husband treats his wife in that way. 

        I do understand that outside of one couple that I’m friends with, we are not married. I don’t even think I’m anywhere near an age that I should be when I do get married. But I do understand the fragility of being female. I think that’s why this part of his sermon stuck with me for the rest of the day. I know what it’s like to be weak. You’ll notice that a glass can stand on it’s own, as can I, but it can only take so much pressure before it explodes, as I sometimes do. I’ve been blessed with a spirit that is relatively gentle and quiet and kind and confident. I don’t know why because it’s not like I did anything to deserve to be a pretty peaceful individual. But I do not have a personality that is good at understanding girls who are drastically different than I am. It’s not that I don’t want to accept them for who they are, I just have a hard time because my personality and the personality of someone who is my opposite generally clash and I end up confused and aggravated and completely unable to understand the other individual. The gentle part of me can’t take attention-starved girls, the quiet side of me can’t take some loud girls, especially when they squeak. That’s unnatural. The kind side of me cannot handle a girl who is generally rude to everyone they meet, and the normal-dose-of-confidence side of me does not understand how someone can either dramatically lack confidence or walk around with their nose in the air like they’re untouchable. I don’t hate people like that. I just don’t understand them. And if I’m very honest, underneath those tough fronts I’ve watched my friends and people I’ve been around put up, there’s a whole lot of insecurity that’s being masked. That’s where this connects to what I heard today. That insecurity a hyper-confident girl masks is because of fragility and maybe she has a few chips or cracks in the glass that adds to the weakness of it due to broken relationships or families or painful experiences. The insecurity of a low-key girl like me who feels sometimes boring compared to the huge personalities I’m always around is because of being fragile, just in another form. And though the Lord specifically, intricately, and purposely designed us all uniquely, we do share a sense of weakness because we were simply made to be the weaker vessel between men and women. So I was encouraged that sometimes when I’m just really insecure at night, like out of character insecure, or when I’m overreacting because I’m hurt by something, even though society doesn’t really accept that sort of behavior, that is the way I was made and that is perfectly normal. I know that exists in all of us girls. I know there are hard nights all the time in our rooms when everyone is asleep and our minds roam to places our hearts just can’t handle. We are strong, but we are not invincible. We, by nature, have room for a stronger vessel and Stronger Vessel to come in and care for us, but only when we really accept who we are and who we are made to be. That means that girls don’t wear the pants in the relationship and I know, especially for very insecure girls, that could be a hard one to swallow, but it’s true. 

       But interwoven with all of these feminine thoughts today have been some thoughts about the guys I’ve noticed around me, around my friends, on social networks, in public. Few are willing to take the responsibility that the Lord requires in being the stronger vessel. I’m not saying that everyone has to go get married and have this superiority/servant relationship immediately, but I am saying that I don’t think many guys I see take anything seriously outside of their fantasy football/baseball team, their real football/baseball team, their Cole Haan’s, their tweets, or my favorite- their Affliction shirts. I see guys who don’t have a clue what’s going on in anyone around them’s head or heart because they never take the time to ask because no one else matters. I see boys who think that alcohol and sex and drugs and living young, wild, and free is the only thing that they should be doing at this stage in their lives and soon, they’re in jail, or in the delivery room with their girlfriend who they knocked up because they thought they were invincible. Or worse, they’re in jail while the ex-girlfriend, who they knocked up, is delivering the baby who she will raise on her own. I also see boys who even put up a Christian front to get girls who just want to hear the boy say he was saved so they can check that off the list of necessities and have a happy “Christian” relationship, but really the boy’s life shows anything but a transformed life and if she doesn’t notice that, so does hers. And I see boys who are great spiritual leaders among their friends, family, classmates, whoever and are actually actively pursuing Jesus, but they think it’s okay to mess with a girl’s heart just for funzies because we’re young and not serious yet, or they just settle for any girl and end up compromising the relationship with Jesus that they were striving for before this distraction of a girl came along and all the sudden that boy who was on the path to being a man is right back where all his buddies are. I can’t say I’d do any differently because I know that the male brain is so different than the female brain. I don’t know what I would be like as a boy at all so maybe I’m out of place. But I’m saying that as a girl who won’t just date anyone who comes my way because I’m holding out for a boy, or rather young man, who will treat me like he is commanded to and as I deserve to be treated, the male population I see right now is discouraging. I’m not saying there are no exceptions. I’m close to two guys who I would say are exceptions, and they know who they are, because they actively strive to be different so they break the standard. I just want guys to step it up a little bit and note that girls are fragile. We get hurt easier than you think we should and we hold onto it longer because it cuts really deep when it happens and I’m sorry if that frustrates you or makes your life harder. Guess what.. it’s not easy on this side either sometimes. I know that’s got to be frustrating, but that’s how we are, and whether you do it out of obligation because the Bible says so or just because you respect girls enough to not say things that might make a crack in the glass, I want to see some sort of change. I want to have a reason to be excited about marrying someone, not to have to be scared I’ll be treated like dirt that you just run over on your way to the next girl or the next football game or the next nap. I want to be treasured, and I know every single girl reading this does too. And since the two guys I mentioned are off limits, I’ll settle for a single life before I would marry any of the rest of the guys I’m in contact with at this point because I’m setting myself up for a disaster and that’s not something that I think I, or any other girl should have to go through just because watching Sports Center is more fun than figuring out why I had a bad day.

         I guess that’s all I got. Girls, again- it’s okay to not be the strongest, most over-confident, crude, sassy individual on the face of the earth. I don’t even think you can act that way and be true to who you are when you really get down to it. Guys, give me a reason to believe that 80% of our generation isn’t going to end up in divorce. I know we’ve both got a lot of growing up to do. I’m not jumping any guns or anything and I know a lot of maturing will happen between now and when our church doors swing open and we walk down the aisle. I just see brokenness in the heart of so many people around me even if it’s not recognized that way and it makes me sad.

        The sun is up now, so that’s cool. I should probably go take a nap before my day starts. Have a good day all. 

    **sorry if I offended anyone.. didn’t mean to. You’re allowed to hate me for being too opinionated. I don’t really mind.

  2. "The God of the universe - the Creator of nitrogen and pine needles, galaxies and e-minor, loves us with a radical, unconditional, self-sacrificing, love. And what is our typical response? We go to church, sing songs, and try not to cuss."
    Francis Chan (via christianakimx3)
  3. No place like Home

    Fayetteville is where I run to when I’m tired and need to get away. I feel whole there, like it’s my third home. I went this weekend and when I was on the way home the sky was clear and the bright green tree tops billowed through the hills as far as I could see and I drove in silence for an hour or so taking it in and I had sort of an overwhelming sense of peace that I wanted to tweet about but it wouldn’t have done it justice in just 140 characters.
    I was headed home to Memphis, to my second home. To the place where I’ve planted my feet and started to figure out who I am and what I’m supposed to do with myself. To my favorite place in the world. To the place I ran away from nine months ago because I thought it was the worst place in the world and to the place that I’ve fallen in love since the day I moved away from it.
    But driving through the hills today brought me peace because as I was taking in the beauty of it all, I loved the thought that my God ultimately carved the land around me, provided the trees rolling through the hills and the blue sky calmly complimenting the landscape from above and that He very much loved His Creation. And I know that more than He loves the trees and the sky and all that He’s so perfectly created, He loves me, His daughter, through none of my own doing. And no matter how far I run, He knows the cry of my heart and He knows my deepest longings and my fears and my failures and my talents and my desires. And He cares for me and has provided and intricately planned a course for my life that has yet to be revealed to me because He desperately loves me.
    So I slowed down and took in what was around me and soaked in the peace that I felt and finished the journey to my earthly home. I’ve been quiet today because I’m at peace. I’m thankful for what I’ve been given on earth and I’m thankful for the lovely people that surround me daily but just like every person on the planet whether we realize it or not, I’m tired. My spirit is tired because while I’m on this planet to glorify and commune with my Savior, this isn’t Home. So no matter how far I run or how hard I try to edit the pieces of my life and somehow make them peacefully fit together, I have an unspeakable peace that one day I’ll be Home with my Father and my sweet and perfect Savior. I’m ready to be there but I know that my work here isn’t done and has barely started so tonight I’m grateful for a breath of fresh air and the energy to keep going. I’m grateful for all that the Lord has given me and for revealing a little more of Himself to me. I’m thankful He made me who I am and loves me for me and that I don’t have to wait on someone in this world to tell me my worth, because I know that I’m of infinite worth to the One who made me and has entrusted me with the life that I have. I’m grateful for life itself and I’m grateful that whoever is reading this cared enough to finish it all. Have a good night, all. Thanks for reading and have a lovely week

  4. I’m going on a much needed day and a half excursion tomorrow to the city of grandmas and grandpas and I’m so excited. One, to see my grandparents, and two, to get away from home for a little bit. You know.. The same home that I hated being away from during the fall.. and now I wanna get away again. It’s not that I wanna leave because I hate this place, everyone in it, everything about my life, etc. If it was, I’d move away to an SEC school 5.5 hours away from home like last time. Im excited to leave because I’m excited to have a chance to fill up on energy again before I come back home. I’m exhausted because of work and school, church when I’m not at work or school and seeing friends and family somewhere in the middle of that. You know, the same tired everyone else on the planet experiences when they have a busy schedule. Nothing special. This semester has been probably the period of time that’s shown the most growth spiritually, emotionally, maybe physically cause I really like Chickfila a lot but I’ve poured a lot of that out into the people around me and it’s probably a sign that my spiritual life could use some work but I need my cup to be filled again because right now we’re running on empty.
    One thing I’ve come to terms with this semester through personal experience a little but mainly through watching and hearing about all my friends talk about it is that guys absolutely can’t measure up to everything we expect them to be. They can’t, most of them won’t even try, but the point is that they weren’t created to fill the hole in our heart that we try to fill with them. But all I’ve heard about is all but one of my female friends having some boy that played them, some boy that won’t get back together with them, some boy that’s mad at them for something stupid, some boy that hurt them, some boy that broke their heart and a lot of that has to do with the jerks they fall for, but a lot of that also had to do with a failing self image. And while I’m not perfect with that, I do feel blessed to not be unhealthily self conscious and to understand that no boy will ever complete me. So right now I’m at a place where I’m sick of relationships. I’m sick of them being so important to people. I’m sick of the sort of mistakes most of them lead to and the repercussions that come out of it. I’m sick of the guy and the girl not valuing the other for who they are, but rather what they bring to the table. I’m sick of it being a “while I’m in the mood” thing because that benefits one person only. I’m sick of none of the relationships being Christ centered and therefore self destructive. I’m sick of not knowing who I’ll marry, if I’ll ever even meet someone else who meets my standards, and if I do will that person even look my way twice? Maybe I’m tired of heartbreak and how the hearts of so many people I know are so broken. Maybe I’m scared to trust anyone so my reaction is stubbornness. Maybe I’m not actually trusting that God is molding someone into the man He has designed for me to marry and one day I’m gonna have to trust that person and I’m too scared to trust anyone with my emotions and my heart. Maybe that’s it. It probably is. I just don’t think about it. I don’t think about guys often. I’ve gotten to where I don’t worry about finding someone or being found or anything that I think most girls my age think about all the time. Maybe it’s a blessing that it doesn’t take over my mind or maybe it’s a bad thing that I’ve turned my brain off. If it is, I’ll learn. The hard way probably because that’s just how I do things.
    But while all of that isn’t a big part of my life right now since I don’t allow myself to think about it, the people that surround me every week are a huge part of my life. I remember on family weekend at UA, my family was walking to their car to go home and I was standing on the patio of my building watching them walk down the steps side by side and I realized that that’s the family now since I made the choice to run away. And one massive teardrop fell out of my eye before I wiped it away and went upstairs, having known that I made a mistake when I left. Thankfully, I see them everyday now. I know I’m in college and should be out living it up with three friends in an apartment complex in midtown but that’s not my lifestyle and I love being home. I’m being discipled by an amazing girl. I wish it wasn’t the most 4 year old thing ever to say that I wish I could be like her when I grow up. I do. She’s the best. And I have a circle of friends who are great as well. I think the people who are closest to me right now are some of the greatest people I’ve ever met in my life and they’ve blessed me in so many ways that I won’t elaborate on due to trying not to embarrass them. One of them read into me so well the other night without my elaboration and explanation which was cool to me. But one of the things she said was that all of the experiences I’ve been through, my highest and lowest moments, the things I have and haven’t done, have all prepared me for this time of my life. That’s comforting to me. To know that the happiest times of my life followed by the hardest times of my life meant more than hard days and having to toughen up. And I’m sure that these mediocre and frustrating and maybe frightening days that I’m going through right now will lead to better days. Or maybe I’ll find a better lens to see them through. Either way, I’ll be okay.
    Maybe next time I write it’ll be happier. Or more fun to read. Sorry if I’ve depressed you. Now you know more about me and what my life looks like right now. Maybe I’m just crazy and my life is perfect. I don’t know. But thanks for caring enough to read. If you’re like me you just read it because it’s words on Tumblr instead of pictures. I hope your weekend is wonderful and I hope that if you were to write right now it would be about all the amazing things Jesus is doing in your life and how you’re growing and blossoming everyday. I hope that’s what all of your lives look like because those are happy days. Those are days lived well and I hope that’s where you are. Thanks again for reading. Goodnight, friends.

  5. I’m so amazed at the blessings the Lord has poured into my life and how He’s opened my eyes to them since the new year started. It wasn’t some new years resolution to view life differently, but it was just timed that way.
    For one, it’s so good to be home. There are things I miss about Arkansas.. Living in a dorm right in the middle of a beautiful campus, hearing people call the hogs every day, my friendships I made up there, CRU, etc., but I know I’m where I belong now. As soon as I came home and got settled, my classes worked out and a job fell into my lap. I got asked to be more involved in the college ministry at church, and I get to spend time with my favorite people in the world every week. Though I’m incredibly busy, I’m blessed situationally.
    When I got home from school, my best friend from high school was home from Tennessee. For the first time in six months, I got to spend time with her quite a bit over the month we were off and she quickly became my emotional rock. I miss her mucho, but it’s something I’ve learned to deal with. We’re growing up and may not ever live in the same city again, and that’s okay. But when she’s gone, I’m not alone here. I’ve got friends here who are some of the greatest people I’ve ever met. I’ve felt so loved since I came home and I couldn’t ask for more. I’ve made some tough decisions, but my friends have been extremely faithful and loving over the past few months and I get sappy and cheesy and overwhelmed and happy and all these other emotions that make me spill out gratitude every other day.. Sorry, guys. It’s how I respond when I’m overwhelmed by my blessings, appreciation, and love for you. Bear with me, and don’t feel too awkward :) I’m blessed with earthly relationships.
    Those decisions I mentioned open doors between my Savior and I that were previously bound shut due to fear and a lack of faith. But taking one step in faith brought me joy, another step brought more joy, and another and another, until I let go and went running into the arms of my Heavenly Healer, Protector, Father, and Savior. I’ve never been at a place like this before. I feel the broken and crumbled places of my heart being slowly mended and glued back together. He’s blessing my earthly relationships and occasionally using those to help in my healing process. I’m learning what it is to trust my Father, and I’m desiring to know Him more and more everyday. I struggle with sins that I struggled with in 2011, but I know I’m forgiven and feel that love, and I didn’t feel that 2 months ago. I’m learning what it is to be discipled and the importance of discipleship in my faith and feeling overwhelmed with a desire to change the world around me- for the glorification of the Lord, not for my reputation’s sake. I’m learning how to be an active follower of Christ for really the first time in my life, and I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I’m blessed spiritually.
    But I understand what I’ve done to deserve these things. Nothing. I’m academically intelligent because God designed my brain that way. My friends are my friends because God placed them in my life and for some reason showed them how to love me. I’m living a life blessed and redeemed by a loving Creator who pours out amazing mercy and grace daily upon my sinful and broken being. And though I, by myself, am nothing and have nothing to offer, I’m given everything I could ever dream of, ask for, and more because of a sacrificial and desperate love from my Maker. I’m given life, and a beautiful life at that.
    Also, none of this was to boast about my life, how great it is, etc. But to show a little bit of my transformation from someone hurt, cold, and lost to someone loved, trusting, and hopeful.
    Thank you to all of my friends who’ve seen me for more than my mistakes, flaws, and problems. You’ve blessed my life, and I can’t thank you enough. I love you all :)

  6. I love my bestie klaud

  7. Dear friends:

    I’m sorry if I’ve been cross with you. I’m sorry if the things I say drip with sarcasm when I speak to you. Sorry if I’m impatient with you. Sorry for being selfish. I’m sorry that I claim the name of Jesus yet I love when it aids me, I speak sharp words when I’m angry, I don’t reflect the person of Christ. How many new friends have I made in this rut I’ve been in? None. How many have I made feel bad or unliked or unworthy? Pretty much everyone at one point or another. I don’t like who I’ve become. No one else does either. This semester brings change and I’m praying I’ll learn what the term “following Jesus” even means. I’d ask for a five second prayer if anyone reads this for me to straighten up this life I lead. I could send this to specific people but I’d rather everyone who follows me see that I’m sorry for who I’ve been and I want to learn to love again.

    Goodnight, all.

  8. Achievements

    Today, I took advantage of my birthday and made Kristen Haney post on tumblr. She will soon be hooked :)

  9. glass slippers

    Ladies, lift your chins up.

    I’m so tired of seeing girls around me at school and sometimes when I go home just be devastated over what some guy did to them or how a relationship didn’t work out and harsh words were exchanged. Like forget the words he said. I’m fully convinced that since guys are so different than girls are and they can be over things an hour after it happened, they don’t realize the impact it has on us. I know guys think we over-think everything, and we do, but that’s literally how we were made. It’s normal for teenage girls. What’s abnormal is when they let that turn into this whole depression state where they consider themselves worthless, unlovable, ugly, too much/not enough, etc. I know what it feels like to be pursued, to be desired, to be appreciated. It’s wonderful, right? But until we meet the guy we marry, relationships will end. And it hurts, it’s frustrating, maybe unfair, he cheated? He lied? Another girl was lined up? I know it all, I promise. And it stinks, but I know I’m still worth something. He liked you at some point right? Guys don’t become attracted to brick walls. You intrigued him. And people change. Minds change. It’s okay! I just hate to see girls so defeated, absolutely knowing there’s no way that she’ll ever meet her husband, ever be loved.

    It’s sad because it’s not something we just create to tell ourselves. Satan plants those thoughts in our head. You’re ugly. You’re undesirable. Who would ever want you? You messed up. You’re impure. No one cares about you anymore. A lot of girls believe a lot of those lies. But what does the Lord say? You’re beautiful. I want your affection, because you’re worth it. I made you on purpose, the way you are on purpose, who you are on purpose. I love you. You’re Mine.

    Believe it? You should. I should. I know who follows me on here, and the majority of those people are daughters and sons of the King and the others know about Him. But every one of the girls is worthwhile, pretty, desirable, worth being pursued by someone someday. It may not be today, but I feel sure the Lord has a plan and for many or all of us, that plan involves marriage. But we have to realize we’re not worthless and that what a guy thinks of us isn’t what defines us. We’re not ugly, not useless, not an idiot, not a mistake. It’s okay to be hurt. It’s okay to not pretend to be stronger than you really are. No one’s asking you to be fake. It’s okay to cry yourself to sleep every once in a while. But cry tonight, and when you wake up in the morning, it’s a new day. Treat it like one. God doesn’t give us breath each day so that we can wish the day away and hope for a new one. Be quiet, be gentle, be patient, be still, be pursued; wait for God to work in your life. He’ll do it in His own time, in His own way, probably when we least expect it. Some prince will come and love us and marry us so that we can walk down the aisle, the princess our King views us as and the princess we’ve always wanted to be.

    Anyways, I wanted to share some of the encouragement going on in my little noggin today. I should hit the road again. Love yourself, be happy where you are even when things aren’t perfect, thank the Lord for the breath you’re given today. Your time will come. Have a good day :)

  10. pig sooie

    Who’d have ever thought my pigs would be 3rd in the nation? Not I. It’s exciting. I’m rather emotional right now, so I’m sentimental about irrational things, so try not to judge. But I’ve always been a huge fan of what teams can do, because my cheer teams had issues knowing what a team was, and when we finally came together, everything changed. So yesterday when the Razorbacks came out on the field and they were all jacked up because it was the last home game and the seniors’ last game in our jersey, I couldn’t help but smile. Yeah, football’s just a game, but I think it’s amazing how a body of people become one for a few hours and suddenly all the differences fade away as long as Dennis Johnson has the ball and the quarterback isn’t throwing picks. People high five people they’ve never met before and everyone for a few minutes is friends. Our game was a good game. It was fun, but out of nowhere, all the necessary dominoes fell for our team to somehow be number three in the country? How does that happen? And all of Razorback Nation was a family. And then came the news this morning about Garrett Uekman and everything froze. Twitter and Facebook blew up with “#w88pigs88ie” in honor of his number and “R.I.P. Garrett Uekman” everywhere. I mean, I was sad on the way home, but since I didn’t really ever know his name before today, it didn’t really hit home until I read a news report about his death, and Knile Davis and Zach Hocker tweeted:

    Garrett uekman rest in peace my brother. Watch over us as we continue to chase the dream u started with us. I love u and will forever miss u. - KD

    Today, I lost a roommate, a very close friend, and a brother in Garrett Uekman. Thoughts and prayers out to the Uekman family. Love ya 88 - ZH

    and it hit home. They made me cry. He was a part of that team whether I knew his name or not. A part of a family, a part of a school. He’s not just a tight end in a red jersey. And all I can think is that he died happy. He died knowing his team was ranked third in the nation with hopes of beating the #1 team on Friday. He grew up in Little Rock and they said he always wanted to be a Razorback, and somehow, the night before his death, all these crazy upsets happen and he got a glimpse of his dream coming true, or so I imagine. I don’t know, sometimes I just get excited and think things aren’t so much a coincidence. I wasn’t crazy enough to believe that my team would ever beat the number one team in the nation the one semester I went there, but now I can’t help but hope for it. I think every one of those guys is going to go out there saying “we’re doing it for Garrett” this Friday night, and how great would it be to just be able to pull it off?

    Like I said, I know it’s just football, but the fans make a family, and I’m proud to be a Razorback if only just for a few more weeks. Plus.. I’m just changing schools, not changing teams. But if you read all the way through this, I’d ask that you’d take 30 seconds and pray for the Arkansas and OSU families and the families of those lost this weekend.

    Outside of that, I’m happy. I’m where I wanna be. I’m excited for Thanksgiving this week. I’m excited for the rest of the holiday season. I’m excited to live the life I live. How can I complain?

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