Today is September 21st, 2009. I am currently sitting on my lovely bed at the Tridelt house overlooking the sun porch and big trees. Anne Blalock is my lovely roommate. Oh, and I had a lovely semester in New York City. But there's another blog for that. I think that's enough catching up for now....
Last night as I was attempting to begin studying for my first Criminology test on Thursday, I realized how many exciting things this fall holds. So, naturally, I decided this warranted a countdown list...because we all know how much Rachel loves countdowns.
The semester has been off to a great start. Beginning with a last encounter with work week/rush (PTL!), two thrilling football games (2-0..Hook 'em!), and a weekend trip to Virginia/North Carolina to visit project friends, it's been good. I can feel the Lord teaching me unique things in this season of life. I will expound more on this later.
As for the rest of this semester, here are some exciting things which warrant countdowns:
OU weekend in Dallas for the Red River Rivalry- 25 days
San Francisco weekend with Anne- 39 days
Rufus Wainwright concert- 56 days
Denver for Thanksgiving- 66 days
Micalla comes to visit- 81 days
New York for Christmas break- 87 days
We will also begin the graduation/ Anne's wedding countdown....but not yet. I think 100 days or less is a good rule.
These next two weekends are also going to be pretty eventful. This Thursday we have our Tridelt/Kappa ranch party and then Friday me and my bffl's will be taking a trip to "Greer Pastures", the family farm in La Grange. This weekend is the antique festival, which only happens 2 weekends out of the year, and after talking about taking a girls trip to the farm for the past 3 years, it is finally happening. Should be a good time. The following weekend is my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary and therefore all the Greer's will be congregating in Houston for the weekend to celebrate. The woman I lived with in New York will also be having an art show in Houston on Thursday and so my mom and I will be going a day early to be there for it. However, the plot thickens. Rachel called me a few days ago asking if I would drive up on Tuesday to be on a panel discussion with a few other women to discuss the major theme of her pieces: the power and burden of beauty. So, I will also be driving up on Tuesday and driving back for class on Wednesday...only to return Thursday. I am excited to be able to participate in her panel discussion, as I was able to see the process and development of this theme in her work throughout last semester and discussed it with her often. Her show in New York will be the first weekend in November and she already said she would fly me up if I wouldn't mind being a part of the panel discussion there as well (wouldn't mind? please.) However, I have not yet committed as I am still waiting to make sure I will not have any exams that week. Ugh. School, please stop cramping my style. k thanks.
Yesterday I listened to a Tim Keller sermon called "Waiting and living by faith". I was there when he gave it in the spring and had been wanting to re-listen to it in light of trusting God with the future/next year/every day of my life....It was a powerful reminder of what it really looks like to "wait on the Lord", a phrase thrown around way too often in Christian circles without a correct understanding/interpretation of what this actually means. Something he said that struck me was our need to lay down the burden of "assumed omnipotence". I struggle with doing this for fear that a loss of control will leave me high and dry and off course. I am learning that this reflects an incorrect view of God and what is true about Him and His character. He will not leave me high and dry. I am learning that "waiting on the Lord" is not a passive thing, but requires me to trust Him each step of the way, accepting my inability and discovering that complete dependency upon Him is actually the safest place to be. It is a process...like everything else...and that is ok.
Off to Ballet....the only class I have Monday/Wednesday. Senior year isn't too shabby after all.
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