I am realizing that I have a very specific personality trait that just comes naturally. When I stop and think, "Oh, wait, everyone does this." I'm realizing that they don't, and that really bums me out. I'm realizing more and more than I have the urge to include and encourage. If a friend is in need of a hug, some reassurance or a few hours of my time, I'm there. If encouragement means just showing up or keeping them in prayer, I'm all over it, it energizes me to comfort others and see them succeed. I'm realizing God put this on my heart and in my actions to better love people. Care and exhortation is the way that I show love and when other people don't carry this out as naturally as I do, its discouraging. But then I become aware that they have been blessed with things that are far from what I do or am.
Being blessed in so many different ways practically screams teamwork in the kingdom of God. But do we work together? I know I am guilty of being selfish and not looking to others for things I can't do, but instead figuring them out on my own, and failing. I am realizing that I not only need to continue to encourage others, but look for in them the traits that they possess that I do not. And after finding those traits, playing upon them and seeking them out so that we can create something pretty fantastic. I'm realizing a lot of things lately.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Ish.
Once again, it is sunny, hot and gorge. in California.
Wearing shorts and tie-dye never felt so right.
I am seeing the lovely Mr. and Mrs. Brandon Fair tonight, after an extended absence from their presence. Counting down the hours to our reunion.
One of my very greatest friends is at Biola visiting. Lots of fun.
I keep spending money I don't have on art supplies I don't want/care about. Score.
I made it into the band. Worship band at church, that is, I will be possibly starting next week.
I can't seem to fall asleep before 2:00am these days.
Jamba Juice owns my stomach as well as my paycheck....shoot.
I just made 3 new playlists = my heart is now full.
Now going to have a delicious work out then take a scrumptious nap.
I have practically disowned knitting...this needs to be fixed.
God is still fantastic.
I found this quote today, thought its was great. Read please... Preach it Robbie.
“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on.” - Robert Frost.
Wearing shorts and tie-dye never felt so right.
I am seeing the lovely Mr. and Mrs. Brandon Fair tonight, after an extended absence from their presence. Counting down the hours to our reunion.
One of my very greatest friends is at Biola visiting. Lots of fun.
I keep spending money I don't have on art supplies I don't want/care about. Score.
I made it into the band. Worship band at church, that is, I will be possibly starting next week.
I can't seem to fall asleep before 2:00am these days.
Jamba Juice owns my stomach as well as my paycheck....shoot.
I just made 3 new playlists = my heart is now full.
Now going to have a delicious work out then take a scrumptious nap.
I have practically disowned knitting...this needs to be fixed.
God is still fantastic.
I found this quote today, thought its was great. Read please... Preach it Robbie.
“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on.” - Robert Frost.
Friday, March 20, 2009
God is so funny...
Haha, well what do ya know? The very day I finally express the sluggishness in my heart towards God, He takes it, shakes it, and remakes it! Last night, the Spirit moved like CRAZY, and so many hearts were touched and re-opened for the Lord.
After another powerful message and testimony from one of the Missions Conference Speakers, there was an extended time of worship. During this time, there were dancers in the front, just being led to dance in worship. There were 4 artists painting, and drawing beautiful pieces, as an act of worship. There was such an amazing uplifting presence of God and He worked mightily.
A leader of the SMU came up and challenged us to not only be a student body that worships, but a student body that prays. Prays for God to come, and to take us and send us out. Then anyone who needed prayer raised their hand and people all around laid hands on them and prayed.
Before I knew it, my hand was raised and I was being powerfully prayed over, experiencing God more personally than I have in a long time. It overwhelmed me. I was almost drowning in it, but it was phenomenal. Even now I can't stop singing, moving, praying, and overflowing with joy. Christ brought me out of my rut and back into relationship with Him, when I thought it was basically unredeemable. He redeemed me. Praise God. This is a Psalm spoken last night after we prayed and during worship. Take it in...all of it.
After another powerful message and testimony from one of the Missions Conference Speakers, there was an extended time of worship. During this time, there were dancers in the front, just being led to dance in worship. There were 4 artists painting, and drawing beautiful pieces, as an act of worship. There was such an amazing uplifting presence of God and He worked mightily.
A leader of the SMU came up and challenged us to not only be a student body that worships, but a student body that prays. Prays for God to come, and to take us and send us out. Then anyone who needed prayer raised their hand and people all around laid hands on them and prayed.
Before I knew it, my hand was raised and I was being powerfully prayed over, experiencing God more personally than I have in a long time. It overwhelmed me. I was almost drowning in it, but it was phenomenal. Even now I can't stop singing, moving, praying, and overflowing with joy. Christ brought me out of my rut and back into relationship with Him, when I thought it was basically unredeemable. He redeemed me. Praise God. This is a Psalm spoken last night after we prayed and during worship. Take it in...all of it.
Psalm 34
(emphasis added)
1 I will extol the LORD at all times;
his praise will always be on my lips.
(emphasis added)
1 I will extol the LORD at all times;
his praise will always be on my lips.
2 My soul will boast in the LORD;
let the afflicted hear and rejoice.
3 Glorify the LORD with me;
let us exalt his name together.
4 I sought the LORD, and he answered me;
he delivered me from all my fears.
5 Those who look to him are radiant;
their faces are never covered with shame.
6 This poor man called, and the LORD heard him;
he saved him out of all his troubles.
7 The angel of the LORD encamps around those who fear him,
and he delivers them.
8 Taste and see that the LORD is good;
blessed is the man who takes refuge in him.
9 Fear the LORD, you his saints,
for those who fear him lack nothing.
10 The lions may grow weak and hungry,
but those who seek the LORD lack no good thing.
11 Come, my children, listen to me;
I will teach you the fear of the LORD.
12 Whoever of you loves life
and desires to see many good days,
13 keep your tongue from evil
and your lips from speaking lies.
14 Turn from evil and do good;
seek peace and pursue it.
15 The eyes of the LORD are on the righteous
and his ears are attentive to their cry;
16 the face of the LORD is against those who do evil,
to cut off the memory of them from the earth.
17 The righteous cry out, and the LORD hears them;
he delivers them from all their troubles.
18 The LORD is close to the brokenhearted
and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
19 A righteous man may have many troubles,
but the LORD delivers him from them all;
20 he protects all his bones,
not one of them will be broken.
21 Evil will slay the wicked;
the foes of the righteous will be condemned.
22 The LORD redeems his servants;
no one will be condemned who takes refuge in him.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Shake it Up
(If you do not wish to know this much about my heart/personal life, I would suggest skipping this blog. No harm done.)
With that said, I have been feeling very stagnant lately. In my emotional life, relationships, enthusiasm for school, goals, the future, my spiritual life...pretty much all of it. I was talking with my dear friend, Amy, about this at our glorious lunch today, and she said something that made a lot of sense. She basically said, yeah this happens, its gonna be sucky for a while, but its a necessary step towards getting that movement back in your life. Amy is very wise, that is one of the many reasons she is one of my very best friends. So that made things on the relationship front wiggle around a little, but only a bit because of this craziness in my heart right now.
But I am still feeling really...stuck. I just want to jump around and scream in hopes to somehow understand why I feel this way, but that never seems to do the trick.
I'm feeling like nothing I am thinking is original or even my own thought. I'm feeling like everything/one around me is moving and clicking and working and my feet are just stuck in the ground, nearly incapable of movement despite my desire to move. I know this is unrealistic and everyone stuggles just as much and I'm sure more than I do, but this is the first time in a long while that I have felt almost useless and little vague in my own life. That is not intended to be as dramatic as it sounds, but you get it. I'm at the point now where I am starting to analyze, which is never a good thing in my brain because it's almost never constructive. Tonight at Missions Conference, George Verwer spoke a powerful message and ended with this passage and a challenge to not be lukewarm, which sounds very 'Christiany' but it wasn't.
Revelation 3:14-22...emphasis added.
With that said, I have been feeling very stagnant lately. In my emotional life, relationships, enthusiasm for school, goals, the future, my spiritual life...pretty much all of it. I was talking with my dear friend, Amy, about this at our glorious lunch today, and she said something that made a lot of sense. She basically said, yeah this happens, its gonna be sucky for a while, but its a necessary step towards getting that movement back in your life. Amy is very wise, that is one of the many reasons she is one of my very best friends. So that made things on the relationship front wiggle around a little, but only a bit because of this craziness in my heart right now.
But I am still feeling really...stuck. I just want to jump around and scream in hopes to somehow understand why I feel this way, but that never seems to do the trick.
I'm feeling like nothing I am thinking is original or even my own thought. I'm feeling like everything/one around me is moving and clicking and working and my feet are just stuck in the ground, nearly incapable of movement despite my desire to move. I know this is unrealistic and everyone stuggles just as much and I'm sure more than I do, but this is the first time in a long while that I have felt almost useless and little vague in my own life. That is not intended to be as dramatic as it sounds, but you get it. I'm at the point now where I am starting to analyze, which is never a good thing in my brain because it's almost never constructive. Tonight at Missions Conference, George Verwer spoke a powerful message and ended with this passage and a challenge to not be lukewarm, which sounds very 'Christiany' but it wasn't.
Revelation 3:14-22...emphasis added.
"To the angel of the church in Laodicea write:
These are the words of the Amen, the faithful and true witness, the ruler of God's creation.
I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot.
I wish you were either one or the other!
So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth.
You say, 'I am rich; I have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.'
But you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked.
I counsel you to buy from me gold refined in the fire, so you can become rich;
white clothes to wear, so you can cover your shameful nakedness; and salve to put on your eyes, so you can see.
Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest, and repent.
Here I am! I stand at the door and knock.
If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me. To him who overcomes, I will give the right to sit with me on my throne, just as I overcame and sat down with my Father on his throne.
who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches."
These are the words of the Amen, the faithful and true witness, the ruler of God's creation.
I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot.
I wish you were either one or the other!
So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth.
You say, 'I am rich; I have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.'
But you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked.
I counsel you to buy from me gold refined in the fire, so you can become rich;
white clothes to wear, so you can cover your shameful nakedness; and salve to put on your eyes, so you can see.
Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest, and repent.
Here I am! I stand at the door and knock.
If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me. To him who overcomes, I will give the right to sit with me on my throne, just as I overcame and sat down with my Father on his throne.
who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches."
I don't know if God is shaking me yet, I think it's more of a nudge, but He's getting there. I'm ready to crack my feet out of the cement and do this thing.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Christ alone.
At Singspiration (worship chapel, affectionately titled Singspo) tonight, this song was played last.
I've always really enjoyed hymns, maybe its because I grew up singing out of hymnals with no instruments and really had to pay attention to the words, or if I just enjoy the storyline-ish-ness of them. But tonight this song really stirred my heart. Both to comprehend the insane sacrifice of Christ, but also secure we are in Him and the complete selflessness that makes that possible. It really put into perspective for me how much there is to Christ, and how many different surfaces of my life and heart that He inhabits. That's only a glimpse of everything the Spirit brought to the surface for me, so I wanted to share it with you, in hopes that it may do the same. It's so ridiculously rich and beautiful.
I've always really enjoyed hymns, maybe its because I grew up singing out of hymnals with no instruments and really had to pay attention to the words, or if I just enjoy the storyline-ish-ness of them. But tonight this song really stirred my heart. Both to comprehend the insane sacrifice of Christ, but also secure we are in Him and the complete selflessness that makes that possible. It really put into perspective for me how much there is to Christ, and how many different surfaces of my life and heart that He inhabits. That's only a glimpse of everything the Spirit brought to the surface for me, so I wanted to share it with you, in hopes that it may do the same. It's so ridiculously rich and beautiful.
In Christ alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.
In Christ alone, Who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied;
For ev'ry sin on Him was laid—
Here in the death of Christ I live.
There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow'r of Christ in me;
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow'r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand.
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.
In Christ alone, Who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied;
For ev'ry sin on Him was laid—
Here in the death of Christ I live.
There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow'r of Christ in me;
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow'r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Art... yum.
I went to both the Getty and the LACMA (LA County Museum of Art) this weekend saw lots of tasty art. I could've wandered around those rooms for days. Degas, Renoir, Rembrandt, Picasso, Monet, on and on. As well as some super crazy ancient Asian art and also modern art peices by Franz West (click on it to take a peek), so great and innovative.
For my most recent photo project, I kept taking pictures of people looking at art, that was fantastic, we shall see how they turn out. I actually caught someone stroking their chin, SO classic.
It was a great weekend. Lots of laughing, art, music, friends, driving and great food (Ethiopian and Diddy Riese. Yesss.) Very emotionally fulfilling for sure.
Now off to do all the research I've been putting off for my next endeavor. Readdyyy? Go.
For my most recent photo project, I kept taking pictures of people looking at art, that was fantastic, we shall see how they turn out. I actually caught someone stroking their chin, SO classic.
It was a great weekend. Lots of laughing, art, music, friends, driving and great food (Ethiopian and Diddy Riese. Yesss.) Very emotionally fulfilling for sure.
Now off to do all the research I've been putting off for my next endeavor. Readdyyy? Go.
Friday, March 13, 2009
BonIverBonIverBonIverBonIver.
FAVORITE song of the moment.
"Blood Bank" - Bon Iver
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=774mOmdKtZM
Oh, your ears will thank me later, don't worry about it....
"Blood Bank" - Bon Iver
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=774mOmdKtZM
Oh, your ears will thank me later, don't worry about it....
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Welcome back personality, It's nice to see you again...
Shoot, craziest week ever. Over. Now I can breath.
After 2 days of an art symposium, 12 hours of work at Jamba, over 16 hours working on my Maquette project, 2 hellish midterms, LOTS of double shot lattes, at least 4 meals to-go eaten with my (then) current bff...art history textbook, and not many hours of sleep later... finite.
It's so crazy, last night even though I had nothing to study or glue together, I still couldn't fall asleep until 2am...that's a bad habit, sorry body.
And today after aerobics was canceled this morning (yessss) I was almost in a state of ecstasy all day. Nothing to do or worry about, well... not immediately. It was fantastic. Well, except for the fact that since my constant cycle of stress had ended, my personality returned. I guess it took the liberty of retreating to a safe place until the craze ended, wise move if you ask me. So, today it came back with full force. I've been extra touchy, chatty, witty and bouncy all day. Whoops.
I think I'm going to lay in the grass and listen to Bon Iver while reading my Nylon mag that just came in the mail. Yum.
After 2 days of an art symposium, 12 hours of work at Jamba, over 16 hours working on my Maquette project, 2 hellish midterms, LOTS of double shot lattes, at least 4 meals to-go eaten with my (then) current bff...art history textbook, and not many hours of sleep later... finite.
It's so crazy, last night even though I had nothing to study or glue together, I still couldn't fall asleep until 2am...that's a bad habit, sorry body.
And today after aerobics was canceled this morning (yessss) I was almost in a state of ecstasy all day. Nothing to do or worry about, well... not immediately. It was fantastic. Well, except for the fact that since my constant cycle of stress had ended, my personality returned. I guess it took the liberty of retreating to a safe place until the craze ended, wise move if you ask me. So, today it came back with full force. I've been extra touchy, chatty, witty and bouncy all day. Whoops.
I think I'm going to lay in the grass and listen to Bon Iver while reading my Nylon mag that just came in the mail. Yum.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Music to read by...
For your listening pleasure, I took the liberty of adding some of my current fave tunes for you to feast your ears on. What's better than music (well, nothing) but my thoughts put to music can make them slightly more interesting, slightly.
My marathon weekend/week is at its peak of insanity. Which means I am REALLY using my time well right now, procrastinate much? Hmmf.
Progress?
Maquette Project that I spent 16 hours in total on...check (critique went well, yesssss)
Roll of film shot for class in 2 hours...check
Quiz studied for tonights class...almost check
Art History and Theology Midterms tomorrow studied for...not even close.
Farewell normal sleeping patterns, meals and cohesive train of thought. I will miss you, see you on Friday.
My marathon weekend/week is at its peak of insanity. Which means I am REALLY using my time well right now, procrastinate much? Hmmf.
Progress?
Maquette Project that I spent 16 hours in total on...check (critique went well, yesssss)
Roll of film shot for class in 2 hours...check
Quiz studied for tonights class...almost check
Art History and Theology Midterms tomorrow studied for...not even close.
Farewell normal sleeping patterns, meals and cohesive train of thought. I will miss you, see you on Friday.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
I realized today that I am a wuss.
Yep, kind of a sad realization...but still.
I was driving around aimlessly, which is literally one of my favorite things. I love driving by myself, it helps me clear my head. I was driving with a semi-purpose though, to find the next subject for my photo project. After driving to Downtown Disney and chilling there for a while, I felt like a creep, so headed back and went to Brea for a bit.
It took me a while to find inspiration of any kind, haha but I finally decided on people pumping gas. This fulfills the assignment in many different ways so I was excited to finally have an idea, so I pursued it. I pulled in to the first station I saw and parked in an empty spot by the vacuum things. I got my camera out, loaded the film, and then stopped. I suddenly felt really strange about what I was about to do. Would I want someone to take pictures of me pumping gas? That's kinda weird... I kept thinking. So then without even realizing it, I start my car and drive away! Then thinking, Rachel... don't be lame this is totally fine, not a big deal. Pulling in to the next station, I do the SAME thing. What? I know, so lame. And then after a few more times of almost invading random strangers privacy, I'm late for work. Sooo close.
So, I shall try again tomorrow. But, I'm glad I learned how skiddish I am about such things and will now attempt to get over myself and just do it before its too late. Oh dear.
I was driving around aimlessly, which is literally one of my favorite things. I love driving by myself, it helps me clear my head. I was driving with a semi-purpose though, to find the next subject for my photo project. After driving to Downtown Disney and chilling there for a while, I felt like a creep, so headed back and went to Brea for a bit.
It took me a while to find inspiration of any kind, haha but I finally decided on people pumping gas. This fulfills the assignment in many different ways so I was excited to finally have an idea, so I pursued it. I pulled in to the first station I saw and parked in an empty spot by the vacuum things. I got my camera out, loaded the film, and then stopped. I suddenly felt really strange about what I was about to do. Would I want someone to take pictures of me pumping gas? That's kinda weird... I kept thinking. So then without even realizing it, I start my car and drive away! Then thinking, Rachel... don't be lame this is totally fine, not a big deal. Pulling in to the next station, I do the SAME thing. What? I know, so lame. And then after a few more times of almost invading random strangers privacy, I'm late for work. Sooo close.
So, I shall try again tomorrow. But, I'm glad I learned how skiddish I am about such things and will now attempt to get over myself and just do it before its too late. Oh dear.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Why Bob Dylan helps me love things....
While soaking up the musical stylings of good ol' Bob Dylan, somewhere in between Mr. Tambourine Man and Lay Lady Lay, I realized why I love art.
I know, big thought...biiig thought.
I think love it because it is different in the eyes of every viewer.
Explaination: In class the other day during our critique, which I now can take as constructive critisism instead of gutwrenchingly insulting, which it was at first. Now I ironically love crits. I learn new things, stylistically and see things differntly every time with every work of art. I eat it up.
Anyway, I realized that the artist may intend the piece to communicate one idea but each viewer pulls from their life experiences, emotions, or point of view to determine what the piece is or what it represents. I LOVE that. I love that something as specific as an artist intentionally portraying one thought, one detailed expression can be interpreted in countless ways. That is fascinating to me. And is why I love art, both observing and creating. It leaves endless possibilities, and endless ways to impact someone's life. It's a totally unitentionally intimate connection made between the artist and the viewer. It's beautiful, really.
This weekend there is an art symposium at Biola, its 2 straight days of artist talking about themselves and their work. That will be lots of artsy terminology for SURE, ha. I'm sure I'll wanna shoot myself after hearing "aesthetically pleaseing" for the hundredth time, buuuut the art should be sick and I'm oddly excited to go, even though it's required which usually takes the appeal out of most things. There will be lots of thinking, observing, feeling more cultured than I actually am-ing, and life impacting going on there, most def.
Also, last week my class went to the Hollyhock House in Hollywood, designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. SUCH a sick house. That man had major ego and OCD issues, but that house was crazy for the time it was built in. Look him up, he's a crazy cat.
I'm going to sip some more tea and listen to some more Mr. Dylan magic.
I know, big thought...biiig thought.
I think love it because it is different in the eyes of every viewer.
Explaination: In class the other day during our critique, which I now can take as constructive critisism instead of gutwrenchingly insulting, which it was at first. Now I ironically love crits. I learn new things, stylistically and see things differntly every time with every work of art. I eat it up.
Anyway, I realized that the artist may intend the piece to communicate one idea but each viewer pulls from their life experiences, emotions, or point of view to determine what the piece is or what it represents. I LOVE that. I love that something as specific as an artist intentionally portraying one thought, one detailed expression can be interpreted in countless ways. That is fascinating to me. And is why I love art, both observing and creating. It leaves endless possibilities, and endless ways to impact someone's life. It's a totally unitentionally intimate connection made between the artist and the viewer. It's beautiful, really.
This weekend there is an art symposium at Biola, its 2 straight days of artist talking about themselves and their work. That will be lots of artsy terminology for SURE, ha. I'm sure I'll wanna shoot myself after hearing "aesthetically pleaseing" for the hundredth time, buuuut the art should be sick and I'm oddly excited to go, even though it's required which usually takes the appeal out of most things. There will be lots of thinking, observing, feeling more cultured than I actually am-ing, and life impacting going on there, most def.
Also, last week my class went to the Hollyhock House in Hollywood, designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. SUCH a sick house. That man had major ego and OCD issues, but that house was crazy for the time it was built in. Look him up, he's a crazy cat.
I'm going to sip some more tea and listen to some more Mr. Dylan magic.
Monday, March 2, 2009
COMPLETELY infatuated with this song right now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UoNtIkRm1HE
click, listen and love friends, click, listen and love.
"sleeping lessons" - the shins.
you are welcome.
click, listen and love friends, click, listen and love.
"sleeping lessons" - the shins.
you are welcome.
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