A month ago today was duct tape wars, the ever popular (and one of the few) traditions of Messiah College. A whole month has gone by? Has time always flown that fast? I mean, it was reading day, and Amanda and I laid on my bed for nearly 3 hours just talking, laughing, and re-living some of our favorite moments from the past year. "Par-deeeee". I was frantically finishing my Music History I paper with Sarah and Alicia in the library. The night before my staff and i danced the rain after South Side Bash was rained out, jammin' away, getting soaked to the core, and not having a care in the world. It's the moments like that that will forever be crystal clear in my memory, while everything else may be a blur. I'm trying hard to remember the good moments, the ones that someday will really matter.
These past couple of days have been a little rough due to a spontaneous upper respitory infection that came from no where. Runny nose, hacking cough, and congestion is exactly what I wanted. The doctor said that we're apparently still not out of the 'cold season'. Seriously? It's June. It feels pretty warm to me.
But, I am a very blessed child of God. I'm well aware. And I am very thankful. I haven't been sick this entire academic year--not even a sniffle! (exclude the broken leg). So, I am thankful for this upper respitory infection, for bringing me a wonderful new symptom everyday. How curtious. Thank you.
Weekends at Messiah. Some would call them boring. I have thus far found them absolutely wonderful. Full of sunshine, reading, books, music, piano, and crafts. A good portion of my afternoon was spent in the Mountain View classroom, one of my favorite spots on campus. My music theory IV project involved the writing of a contempory piece. I may have taken it to the extreme, but it was so worth it. My piece was comprised of 8 parts, each part titled after one of my staff members, the music representing them, their personality, and our relationship. At one of our last gatherings I told them about it and told them that I'd be willing to play each of their songs. One of the hardest things I've ever done in my life... dont ask why, its an excruciatingly long story. However, they all seemed to appreciate it. I miss them all an aweful lot, especially recently. I mean, I'm rooming with Becca this summer, but we hardly get to see each other because of our crazy work schedules. I just want to be a group again. To see each and every one of them, give them a hug and see how they really are. It's been 3 long weeks.
Not a piano session goes by when I don't play every one of their songs. (thats like, every other day). All 8 of them. Well, now theres 9. I originally hadn't written a song for myelf because I think that I would have a really biased opinion of my personality, and my own relationship with myself. And plus, I had already gone above and beyond what the project required, why spend more time writing a song about me? lame. Well after I was playing everyones songs, out of nowhere, one just came to me. Never does that happen. And rarely do i write a song unless I have to. I worked it for awhile. But its a song that I just kept playing and playing, and i dont think that I can get sick of it. I realized on my way to dinner that it's my song. My song. God must have given it to me. I know He did. And it's something I'm passionate about, it moves me to tears.
So, thats something im excited about. I know that it's me. I wouldn't have been able to write it a month ago because I've come so far, I was a differnt person. I'm learning who I am. More importantly, I'm learning who I am in God, which is turning out to be a whole lot more than I originally expected. For really, the first time in my life, i'm excited about Him. Don't get me wrong, I still have my lousy days. But reading books that are actually challanging the way I think and put things of life into different perspectives has thus far proven to be beneficial. It's more than a 'summer fling' i hope. It's good.
I need Him. It's about love. And relationships. Thats what life's about. I get it.
