I just saw the most amazing thing. I wish I had a camera around to have gotten a picture of it.
As I was leaving the Southerns student center, I happened to glance to my right and down on the cement, I saw one of the most amazing birds I've ever seen. I've never seen that kind until today.
I figured that it was injured, because I got within a foot of it, and knelt down, and it didn't move. I thought it must've rammed into the glass doors or walls accidentally. I talked to it, and it just tilted it's head and just stared at me, blinking. I couldn't make myself walk away from it, so I just sat there, not sure what to do.
Eventually some college students walked up and started asking me what happened. I told them that I thought it was injured, since it's left foot was bent at a strange angle. What I found interesting was that all the other injured birds I'd seen would move away from me when I approached it, no matter how weak they may have been. But this one didn't move at all. Not even when 8 or 9 people were crowded around it, towering over it.
No one wanted to just leave it there. Some recommended picking it up and taking it to the outdour ed major department, figuring they out of any one would know what to do.
Just then someone gasped. A girl had seen another bird, about 5 feet away underneath a table, nearer the glass wall, dead. It was exactly like the other bird. Someone reached over to grab the live bird, and right at that split second (scaring everyone half to death) our live birdie flew up and away. That's when I realized what was going on.
The bird wasn't hurt. It just didn't want to leave it's mate. That made me so sad. Even God's little birds know more about love than many of us human beings.
That little bird didn't want to keep living it's life without it's life partner. Life just didn't go on without it's mate. And we human beings, we just leave and pick up new partners like we change hairstyles or purses. We give up on friends and loved ones so quickly. There's so little loyalty left. We don't stand by our mate till death, let alone till after death. Seperation for that little bird was a non-negotiable. And for us humans, seperation is always on option. There's always a way out. When the going get's tough, we just bail out. We bail out from marraige, from work, from school, and some of us, we even check out of reality for awhile. I'm not saying there aren't situations where seperation isn't the best thing. I actually believe that way more people should be seperated, even divorced, that aren't presently. I really truly believe that-- But that's for a whole other post. What I am saying is just that it's so sad how we christians, who profess to be converted, break up or divorce from each other just because "we fell out of love", or "we grew apart", or "just because"... The list goes on and on. We Christians. We who should show what "till death" is all about. We who should show what loyalty and commitment is all bout, we have just as high a rate (if not higher) of divorce and abuse as the world does.
Seeing how that birdie didn't want to keep living without it's life companion, made me think of Jesus. If we really loved Jesus, we wouldn't want a single moment of our lives to be lived without him. We wouldn't even think of leaving him. It would be a non-negotiable.
We've lost so much. We don't know the first thing about love as Christians, and I think that's the saddest thing in the world.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Yeah! Spring Break!
So I'm really happy right now, cuz spring break is finally here for me. I actually passed my Fundumentals 1 final, and i think I passed my math midterm, and my P.E. class didn't really have a midterm, so I'm quite thrilled, and so thankful for more than a week of FREEDOM!
School is one of the hardest things for me. I would rather be doing just about anything than be in school. But hey, God wanted me here this semester, so there must be a reason. Probably the biggest reason is for my character development.
But here's a picture of Sam and I from when he surprised us a couple weeks ago. He got to spend a short weekend with us, and I'm looking forward to his next visit. I'm just hoping that it wont be a surprise next time:)
So I have some fantastic news I've been meaning to share with the whole world, but I've kept forgetting. Here it is:
I can finally donate blood!!! Really truly! Since 2003 I have wanted to donate blood, but each time I've tried there's been a new reason for me not being able to.
First it was because I had been in certain countries in Europe less than 1o years before... Then it was because I had gotten malaria in Africa. I was told by the nurses there that in America, I would never be to give blood again... And I was crushed! So wrong. But anyway, while I was in Africa, I thought I'd come up with a fool-proof plan to give away some blood. See, at the hospital I was at, they are often looking for blood donors. Sometimes there are patients that need blood right away, and either their family and friends don't match their blood type, or simply don't want to share. So one day I had a chance to offer my services, certain that they would whisk me away to the lab to get tested. Pooh. Not a chance. They told me because I was a foreigner, and american, I couldn't give. They didn't want my blood on their hands in case I got sick or something dreadful happened. I promised that I wouldn't sue them. But it didn't work. Snap!
I really wanted to give blood. So for the past year and a half, every time southern has had a blood drive, I would try to cover my ears, and avoid walking by the big bus filled with willing donors.
But each time I heard and saw them, the pull to try one last time kept getting stronger. Finally, after fighting the urge for way too long, I talked my head into walking up to the registration table and casually ask about the possibilities of giving blood. I had to do it, at least to quiet myself for a few months. Of course, the ladies at the desk looked at me funny when I asked about someone who's had malaria being able to give blood or not, and they called their supervisor on the phone.
As the lady talked, deep down inside, i knew I would somehow be able to donate. I just had to!
I couldn't want to donate so bad without being able to.
So yeah, after dragging this story on forever, the end of the story is that I will be able to give blood after the third year anniversary of me being malaria free.
I was so happy to find out that my previous informants were WRONG.
I can give blood! I can't wait till this november!
Everyone, have a good rest of the week!
School is one of the hardest things for me. I would rather be doing just about anything than be in school. But hey, God wanted me here this semester, so there must be a reason. Probably the biggest reason is for my character development.
But here's a picture of Sam and I from when he surprised us a couple weeks ago. He got to spend a short weekend with us, and I'm looking forward to his next visit. I'm just hoping that it wont be a surprise next time:)
So I have some fantastic news I've been meaning to share with the whole world, but I've kept forgetting. Here it is:
I can finally donate blood!!! Really truly! Since 2003 I have wanted to donate blood, but each time I've tried there's been a new reason for me not being able to.
First it was because I had been in certain countries in Europe less than 1o years before... Then it was because I had gotten malaria in Africa. I was told by the nurses there that in America, I would never be to give blood again... And I was crushed! So wrong. But anyway, while I was in Africa, I thought I'd come up with a fool-proof plan to give away some blood. See, at the hospital I was at, they are often looking for blood donors. Sometimes there are patients that need blood right away, and either their family and friends don't match their blood type, or simply don't want to share. So one day I had a chance to offer my services, certain that they would whisk me away to the lab to get tested. Pooh. Not a chance. They told me because I was a foreigner, and american, I couldn't give. They didn't want my blood on their hands in case I got sick or something dreadful happened. I promised that I wouldn't sue them. But it didn't work. Snap!
I really wanted to give blood. So for the past year and a half, every time southern has had a blood drive, I would try to cover my ears, and avoid walking by the big bus filled with willing donors.
But each time I heard and saw them, the pull to try one last time kept getting stronger. Finally, after fighting the urge for way too long, I talked my head into walking up to the registration table and casually ask about the possibilities of giving blood. I had to do it, at least to quiet myself for a few months. Of course, the ladies at the desk looked at me funny when I asked about someone who's had malaria being able to give blood or not, and they called their supervisor on the phone.
As the lady talked, deep down inside, i knew I would somehow be able to donate. I just had to!
I couldn't want to donate so bad without being able to.
So yeah, after dragging this story on forever, the end of the story is that I will be able to give blood after the third year anniversary of me being malaria free.
I was so happy to find out that my previous informants were WRONG.
I can give blood! I can't wait till this november!
Everyone, have a good rest of the week!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
"Big" Mountains
I'm so nervous right now...
In less than 12 hours I'll be dressed up in my student nursing outfit, headed out to my first clinical... How can it be that after over a month of preparation, I feel so unready!
And it's not just a little part of the clinical that I'm anxious about-- it's the whole thing! Is everyone as apprehensive as I am on their first clinical? I feel presumptuous thinking that everything will go well tomorrow, when I have no idea how to do anything... But maybe it's just my lack of faith in believing that even though I can't mentally go through every single thing that I'm supposed to, that it wont come as second nature to me at the right time...
If I ever finish this semester without accidentally hurting someone, I will be sooo relieved. What's most likely going to happen is tomorrow at this time I will be trying to understand why on earth I was so afraid about the whole thing. But I don't want to forget how incapable I feel tonight, so when I face other "mountains" that seem inserpassable, I'll have the courage and faith to believe that God is in charge, and wont ever give me more than I can bear.
It's so important for us not to forget how God has led us in the past. If we simply look back at how many times he's saved our lives both physically and spiritually, we'll get the extra boost of faith, trust, and courage. Nursing clinicals? No problem. I know God will enlighten me every step of the way. Whatever happens with me tomorrow, He'll be right there with me.
Isaiah 40:31
In less than 12 hours I'll be dressed up in my student nursing outfit, headed out to my first clinical... How can it be that after over a month of preparation, I feel so unready!
And it's not just a little part of the clinical that I'm anxious about-- it's the whole thing! Is everyone as apprehensive as I am on their first clinical? I feel presumptuous thinking that everything will go well tomorrow, when I have no idea how to do anything... But maybe it's just my lack of faith in believing that even though I can't mentally go through every single thing that I'm supposed to, that it wont come as second nature to me at the right time...
If I ever finish this semester without accidentally hurting someone, I will be sooo relieved. What's most likely going to happen is tomorrow at this time I will be trying to understand why on earth I was so afraid about the whole thing. But I don't want to forget how incapable I feel tonight, so when I face other "mountains" that seem inserpassable, I'll have the courage and faith to believe that God is in charge, and wont ever give me more than I can bear.
It's so important for us not to forget how God has led us in the past. If we simply look back at how many times he's saved our lives both physically and spiritually, we'll get the extra boost of faith, trust, and courage. Nursing clinicals? No problem. I know God will enlighten me every step of the way. Whatever happens with me tomorrow, He'll be right there with me.
Isaiah 40:31
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