Spring Sing Sneak Peek #1

Last year I didn't do such a great job of documenting Spring Sing.

There are various reasons (ranging from the mundane to the fascinating) for this that I don't care to elaborate on a public website.

However, I have decided to make an effort to better document my involvement in Spring Sing this year.

Therefore, let me welcome you to your Spring Sing Sneak Peek (or SSSP) #1.

Every Monday at 7:00 pm I attend an Executive Meeting with the people you see here. (Plus a few others.)

Definitely fun, sometimes productive times. 

Today I...

• went to New Testament, Spanish, and Chemistry
• loved chapel
• FINALLY sang all of Rotala correctly (a Chorale thing)
• planned a fantastic website
• went to Developmental Psych and Western Thought
• laughed hysterically on the way to Chic-fil-a with new, great friends
• finished a headband
• slept through Masterclass
• played with puppets with 2nd graders
• saw best friends who were up for a visit
• was brave
• watched the Bachelor
• laughed til it hurt with wonderful girls

Today I had an absolutely fantastic day and just needed to write it down so I'll remember. 

Up at 6:30 - check

Practice before classes - check

Know all my class locations - check

I have never been this prepared (nor this cold) on a first day of school. 

What is happening to me?

My Word

Apparently the trend is for New Year's Resolutions to be out. I get that. Resolutions are hard to keep. If they were easy we would already be doing them and we wouldn't need resolutions.

For a couple years, spurred on by a youth minister, I made New Year's Covenants. Sometimes those were awesome, but more often than not they were awful because of the horrible guilt I felt after breaking a Covenant. (Much more serious than a Resolution, apparently.)

Well this year I'm doing the one-word thing. Some blogger some where started this last year and is continuing it this year and I'm jumping on the bandwagon. Instead of making Resolutions, you pick (or God picks for you) one word that will define your year. One word that you strive to achieve. One word that you come back to throughout the year.

So I prayerfully thought for awhile and decided my word was definitely love. How beautiful, right? I'll love everyone around me. God's love will radiate from me. I already love to love in most cases and it's something I enjoy doing. I'll be loved by God and love others in return.

Fantastic word. And probably great for someone else.

But not me. Not this year.  

That was when my Lord whispered to me, "What about trust?"

Well. Peace out, one-word-year. It's the thought that counts, right? There's no way I could dedicate a year to that word.

Trust that God has a plan for me? A good plan?

Trust that He knows what He's doing even when I can't begin to fathom it?

Trust the people in my life who have been there time and again?

Become a trustworthy person?

No thanks. Too hard. Not worth it.

Fortunately, though, my God can be just as stubborn as I am (often more) and thoroughly convinced me that Trust is indeed to be my word for 2011. He will write it on my heart in ways I didn't (and don't) think it can be written. He will convince me daily that I can and should trust in Him. He will make me into a trustworthy person whose yes is yes and no is no.

It will be hard and long and exciting and I'm sure tedious, but I trust that the Lord will be faithful as He always is.

Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Hicks

It was a beautiful celebration of two lives becoming one.

Thanks, Audrey and Andrew, for letting me be a part of it.

Love you both! 

Public Service Announcement

Attention:

DO NOT GO SEE "HOW DO YOU KNOW."

Even if you think the combo of Reese, Owen, Paul, Jack, and Kathryn can't be a dud - you're wrong.

Save yourself the time and money.

A Christmas to Remember

I love Christmas.

This one seemed particularly fantastic.

I don't know whether my favorite part of the day was when my 3-year-old cousin told my dad she gave him a homemade gift because it "was on her shelf and just looked so ugly she had to give it away" or when Nanny (my dad's mom) retold all my favorite stories about everyone's childhood or when Grandfather (my mom's dad) told me his analysis of everyone in the room. 

It was all pretty great.