I am searching for Truth.
The usual info: My name is Melissa. I am saved by the blood of Christ alone. I'm twenty-two and I'm majoring in Political Science. I plan on going overseas. I reside in Southern California.
A few of my favorite things:
Taking risks makes life interesting, no matter the outcome.
Communicating is easy when it’s easy and hard when it’s hard.
I’ve always considered communication to be key in any relationship; good communication prevents arguments from arising out of misunderstandings, encourages growth and beneficial compromise, and brings two people closer through gained knowledge of the other. It’s fun and easy when the topics include light, but not necessarily superficial, topics, such as childhood memories, favorite activities or movies or books, appreciation for the sweet things my boyfriend does for me, and so on. But when the tough topics come up, such as the dark sides of my past, character traits that I’m not so proud of, and how I’ve been hurt by my boyfriend without his knowledge, suddenly communication isn’t so fun anymore. It’s heavy, and it’s so much easier to avoid. But in the long run, how are things to improve between us if neither speaks up?
While it’s difficult to articulate to him how I’m frustrated or hurt or bothered by his actions, even if it’s by accident, it’s incredibly important to speak up. Especially when he doesn’t realize I’m hurt. People are not psychic and usually need direct communication, not heavy sighs, the cold shoulder, or the silent treatment for days on end. So today I’ve been opening up to him—and it’s been no easy thing. But I know it’s important to vocalize important matters before they’ve become habit and especially before I explode. In fact, these tough conversations mean easier ones later because our problems will have been smoothed out, not brushed under the rug, causing bumps in our relationship.
Anyway, I’m thankful for a boyfriend who listens and cares for me, who doesn’t shrug at my hurts. He’s a keeper.
I’m finally moved into my room for the semester. I’m antsy for school to begin now that I’m living in close proximity to it once more.
This is my final semester at CBU and its thrilling to know in just four short months I’ll be done with my undergraduate career. Holy macanolli.
Just found my Justin Timberlake bear that my elementary school best friend gave me in the third grade. It’s been thirteen years, but NSYNC is back together, right?
There was a time when this bear had a shirt with Justin’s face (top ramen hair and all), but I tore it off when NSYNC was done. 😢
"The mystery is not that everybody isn’t saved, but that anybody is saved… The mystery, I say, is this, that He should ever have chosen to give it to me and to you. That’s the thing that we ought to be amazed about, not that He has mercy upon some and not upon others, but that He has mercy on anybody at all! And especially that He has had mercy upon us."
Martyn Lloyd Jones, “God’s Mercy”
These next four months will probably be the most challenging of my life thus far. I’ll be:
On top of this, I’m planning my sister’s bridal shower that will take place in October and reading over 200 pages a week for classes.
To help relieve whatever stress is bound to come this semester, I’m already reading for the one class that put the syllabus online ahead of time and beginning to choose my topic for my senior paper. But juggling all of this will take more than a little extra effort. It’s absolutely necessary for me to rely on the Father to sustain me all the way through to December, when I’ll graduate. All my efforts will be in vain if I don’t depend on Him. So I am going against all (worldly) logic and deciding that Sundays will be my day of Sabbath, a time to rest from work, classes, and homework. It’ll be a time to relax and praise the Father for each week He gets me through.
Pray for me, friends. I am in for some difficult times, but I want to serve people. Working and volunteering is exactly how I plan to do that. Because I could decide to drop the note-taking classes, IJM Club, homeless ministry, and youth group. This would mean my only focus would be on the four political science classes—but that’s not what I want. I desire to serve God and serve people when I am able. And I do believe I am able.
The other day I got to use Google Glass, and I must say, it is incredibly awesome. When they were first introduced a couple weeks back, I thought they were a cool invention, but not practical. Who wants to wear that on their face all day? But when I used it, I decided that maybe it would be worth at least having to put on when desired. It’s such a cool invention and I was so enamored by the way it projected eight feet away from my eye so there was no trouble to focus on the small screen, nor did I look cross-eyed. I was floored when it took a picture by my command.
Seriously, it was awesome.
"I’d rather be in the mountains thinking of God, than in church thinking about the mountains."
Today I get to drive up to good ol’ Yosemite, where John Muir created many of the hikes available to adventure upon, and indeed I am excited to think of the Lord while in such a wonderful place.
A great deal of our understanding of love comes from media—movies, songs, television shows, and so on—and from nearly every popular presentation of love we can generalize this: love is defined culturally as an intensity of desire and longing. In essence, the more I want something, the more I love it.
Jesus defined love differently. He described the epitome of love as a person giving his or her life away.
"Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends."
The apostle John agreed with Jesus:
"But whoever has the world’s goods, and sees his brother in need and closes his heart against him, how does the love of God abide in him? Little children, let us not love with word or with tongue, but in deed and truth."
1 John 3:17-18
Ken Wytsma, Pursuing Justice