Pleased

  I am pleased to say that I am very happy with my decision in taking this class. Not only have I completely changed the way I view school, but I also have learned to have empathy for those who had the same problems I did with learning and school. I think my favorite part about this class was the fact that we all, at least most of us, understood the importance to what Dr.Borders was trying to reach out to us. Not only was this class a load off our shoulders, it taught us to appreciate what valuable education is being served to us on a silver platter. I mean how many other professors care about so much they are willing to do literally whatever it takes for us to just get what he's trying to say? I'm here to say that I get it. It took me a little while but I finally got it. Literally my whole way of looking at school is completely different and it has improved my grades tremendously. 

   I know some may not be as please with the progress this class made, but I try and look at the good side of things which in my opinion out weighs the bad. It's better to just be happy with what you have instead of complaining about the negative. Especially when the good outweighed the bad. What's the point in being completely negative anyways? I understand trying to correct something, but there are ways of going about it... in a positive way. 

   So yeah, excellent class. Wish I could take it again. Peace =)

You Make Beautiful Things

You Make Beautiful Things

 By: Gungor

All this pain

I wonder if I’ll even find my way

I wonder if my life could really change at all

All this earth

Could all that is lost ever be found

Could a garden come up from this ground at all

You make beautiful things

You make beautiful things out of the dust

You make beautiful things

You make beautiful things out of us

All around

Hope is springing up from this old ground

Out of chaos life is being found in You

You make beautiful things

You make beautiful things out of the dust

You make beautiful things

You make beautiful things out of us

You make beautiful things

You make beautiful things out of the dust

You make beautiful things

You make beautiful things out of us

You make me new, You are making me new

You make me new, You are making me new

You make beautiful things

You make beautiful things out of the dust

You make beautiful things

You make beautiful things out of us

For the Seniors in the Class

This one is for all the seniors that are graduating soon in class:

How are you guys handling all of this? I. Am. Terrified. 

This past summer it hit me that I will be graduating in 2 years. This made my anxiety level sky rocket. More than it's ever been. And it's even gotten to the point where it's hurting me physically. I've never had back pain like this. I feel like an old old old worn out woman everyday.

I try and live by the advice I give to other people who come to me with anxiety and stress issues, but it's much harder this time. 

I'm so scared that I'm not going to get into any graduate schools because I screwed up my grades the last 2 years. And I need to go to graduate school so I can get the job that I want. Otherwise, I, and every other Psychology major, can say that I have no hope in finding a job with just a BA in Psych.

And if I don't find a job then where am I going to live? With my parents?! This is just the main issues. I'm not even going to talk about everything else that weighs me down.

The point of this project and mainly this class, is to forget about grades and focus on learning. That's been so hard for me because of all this weighing me down. I have been focusing on learning a little bit more in my other classes and especially this one. I've learned a lot, but I'm still scared to death.

I mean I'm a Psychology major for crying out loud! I should know ways to ease this myself!  

So seniors, how are you making it? Have any ways to calm me down? Advice? Anyone? Please?!

The Project So Far...

   I just have to say how impressed I am with my group's progress so far. Or at least the results for it. I interviewed one of my favorite professors on Thursday and the results show why he is one of my fav's. His answers to the questions literally made me feel warm and fuzzy inside because I could see his passion in teaching and his care for us! I can't wait to show you guys what he said! Maybe I can post his answers later.Get excited.

   Because of professors like this, I find a true appreciation for my college and education. I hope that we only gain more professors like this!

Oh My Confusing!

This week's classes really left me with a lot of questions to ask.

Like the fact that there is no author named in any of the gospels. So the only reason we know it was Luke who wrote Luke was by the way it was written? What?! This bothers me because I like to be very definite with my answers to questions. I know that is all doesn't really matter in the long run, but shouldn't it matter a little?

I like the idea that the gospels weren't written for us to know the events but instead know what it all means. But that just opens the gate for eisegesis. Not that that gate hasn't already been opened. There is no birth story in John or Mark. So what does that mean? Luke says nothing about Jesus dying for our sins. Why not and what does that mean? 

And the crazy discussion about spirituality. Ugh.... So if our languages effect the way we think then how do we know what to think? Does this mean the English Bible is false? There are so many translations that say different things and some even change the meaning of things. So what are we suppose to do with that? How are we to know the truth if we've messed it up from the very beginning? And that very beginning is the fact that our language makes us think differently! Maybe we have to learn Greek and Hebrew. And be super good at it too. 

So if it's our bodies that go to heaven instead of our spirit, then I better take care of myself since I really will be stuck with this body forever ;)

"Crows & Locusts" by Brooke Fraser

It was the year
The crows and the locusts came
The fields drained dry the rain
The fields are bleeding

"Daddy don't cry, it'll be alright"
She puts some water on the wound
And hums a little tune
While her courage puddles on the ground
Pooling, pooling

See the murder and the swarm descend
And the night is getting thick
The moon telling her tricks
She'd betray her every time

It was the year
The crows and the locusts came
The fields drained dry the rain
The fields are bleeding

It was the age
The foxes came for the fields
We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel
And prayed for mercy, prayed for mercy

The rumble is low and the heat is high
Got a feeling that there's rain out in the oil black sky
Gonna chase away the devil when that sun does rise
Gonna plead the blood
Gonna plead the blood

It was the year
The crows and the locusts came
The fields drained dry the rain
The fields are bleeding

It was the age
The foxes came for the fields
We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel
And prayed for mercy, prayed for mercy

She limps on up to the top of a mount
Looks at the faltered harvest
Feels her sweat in the ground and the burn in her nose
And the knowing in her guts
Something's still gonna grow
She ain't leaving 'till it does.

What can wash away my sin
Nothing but the blood...
What can make me whole again
Nothing but the blood...

Matthew 5:13

"You are the salt of the earth. But what good is salt if it has lost its flavor? Can you make it salty again? It will be thrown out and trampled underfoot as worthless." 

   

   This really hit home for me. The gospels assume that we are a certain kind of person. We are who the Lord has made us to be, but we chose to be someone else. If we try and change who we are (who the Lord made us to be) then we lose our salty flavor. And if we lose our flavor, then we will be  thrown out and trampled underfoot as worthless. 

   Lately I've been in a rough battle. Dealing with things I never thought I'd ever have to deal with after I decided to pick up my cross and follow Christ. I (my flesh) wants me to be a completely different person that the Lord has called me to be. I want to give up and stop caring about everything. But then the Lord always finds ways to show me who I really am. Who he made me to be. Like the last time He did this, he used one of my friends to show me this scripture. My friend was completely oblivious to what was going on my life.

"Because we belong to the day, we must live decent lives for all to see. Don't participate in the darkness of wild parties and drunkenness, or in sexual promiscuity and immoral living, or in quarreling and jealousy. Instead, clothe yourself with the presence of the Lord Jesus Christ. And don't let yourself think about ways to indulge your evil desires." Romans 13:13-14

   Who I am is who the Lord wants me to be. I'm tired of trying to change myself. I want to be the salt of the earth.