live: senior showcase

A post about the events of my daily life.

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I have been a member of class cabinet at Asbury all four years of college, and I have absolutely loved it. Though it is often crazy and overwhelming and emotional, I wouldn’t trade my experience as a student leader for anything. With a group of other devoted Awakened class members, I have helped plan all of our class events, such as the Mr. GQ contest, class retreats, formal dances, class picnics, and more recently Senior Showcase.

For almost a month I poured 40+ hour work weeks into planning this event and a few others, in addition to studying for my 18 credit hour classes and working in the training room almost 10 hours a week. There were a few particularly busy days where I don’t think I cleaned my room, did my laundry, or showered at all. So, with a shout-out to my roommates who didn’t disown me, my professors who didn’t fail me, my boss who didn’t fire me, my boyfriend who didn’t dump me, and my God who didn’t leave me, I would like to share with you a short blog post that a junior here at Asbury wrote about this year’s Senior Showcase. It touches my heart that after so much time thrown into one event, there are people watching who recognize the hard work and raw emotion that was necessary for it to all come together. So please, read Caleb’s blog post here. I hope you appreciate his honesty and personable writing style as much as I do!

walk: a chapel reminder

A post about God’s love and continual grace throughout my walk with him.

At Asbury, students are required to attend a chapel service three times a week. At first I thought that this was unfair and annoying, but over my four years here I’ve come to the surprising realization that my favorite thing about Asbury is my time in chapel. It’s the only place where the entire student body gathers on campus, which makes it not only a big attraction for school pranks, but also the primary location for the development of school community. Our experiences in chapel are shared by every student at Asbury, which means that we talk about them over lunch, tweet about them, write Facebook statuses about them, and use them to propel discussions during student congress events.

This Monday was no exception. This Monday was staff and faculty testimony chapel, which has traditionally been one of my favorites every semester. We heard from a woman who works in the registrar office about her walk with Christ. I would highly encourage you to listen to her message here. Make sure to click the “Glen and Nancy Elwood” link. I’m not going to spoil the ending for you, because the way she presented her story was so powerful that I don’t want to interfere with that at all.

There are many things you can take away from this message, but I think the most important of them is that you should never give up in praying for others. This message was convicting for me because so often I’ve given up in my prayers after a year or so simply because I think that the situation is hopeless. The woman who spoke in chapel gave me an entirely different perspective however. For sixteen years she prayed for someone, with miraculous results. I had to share her message because it holds such truth and such hope. Please listen to the link. In the four years I’ve attended Asbury’s chapels, this is only the second message that has gotten a standing ovation. Her devotion to God in times of despair is truly inspiring. If nothing else, she so gracefully reminded me that we believe in a God who answers prayers. Nothing is impossible with him.

live: Junior-Senior

A post about the events of my daily life.

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Just thought I’d share a picture from our Junior-Senior formal last weekend. Zach and I had a ton of fun, and I learned how to do the wobble in heels! It’s so sad to think that in two weeks this undergraduate season of my life will be over…

walk: physical therapy school

A post about God’s love and continual grace throughout my walk with him.

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When I was in high school, I read this Groucho Marx quote, and I remember thinking that he was crazy. Back then, I thought I was awesome. Why wouldn’t a club want me as a member, and why wouldn’t I want to join other elitists in a club that celebrated our superiority? God knew that it would take a lot (read: PAIN) to change my thinking, and that’s exactly what happened. I went from a 4.35 GPA in high school to a 2.95 GPA during my first semester in college. I lost my scholarship, lost respect from my peers and family, and also lost the pride I had for my own accomplishments. Through that drastic change and a few others, I learned that I am nothing without God and the gifts he has given me.

But I am stubborn, and I didn’t learn my lesson well enough the first time.

This year I was reminded of this lesson in a very different way. Instead of failing at something I thought I deserved to win, I succeeded at something that I knew I deserved to lose.

I got into graduate school.

I applied to the physical therapy program at the University of Kentucky along with four of my friends from Asbury. I thought that I could possibly get an interview because I would be an in-state student, I had good references, and I had a lot of volunteer work under my belt. Of course, I knew that all of my friends would get interviews too, because they had MANY more observation hours than I did, better grades than I did, and had pursued physical therapy longer than I had as well.

We all got interviews, and I was the last one to have mine. All of my friends said that it was easy and actually a lot of fun. They told me about how they had joked around with the interviewers, how they had been asked all of the right questions, and how they felt very confident that they had put their best side forward. My interview was different though. Afterwards, I told everyone that it went great, but I was lying. My interview was terrible. I stuttered over my words, I wiggled in my chair, I tried to crack a joke but neither of my interviewers thought it was funny. I asked all the wrong questions and felt like they asked questions that didn’t highlight my strengths. Afterwards I was so flustered that I got lost in downtown Lexington for almost an hour and missed my lunch date with two of my friends.

I was devastated. This was my one shot, and I had ruined it.

Two weeks later, we received the news: I was accepted into UK’s DPT program.

…but none of my friends were.

I can’t even begin to describe the emotions that swept over me in that moment. I felt so completely and utterly undeserving of this gift. I felt like I had suddenly been accepted into a club that normally would never have invited someone like me in, but for some reason made an exception just this once. I knew that whatever had happened, it was all God.

I don’t deserve to go to UK this fall. I don’t deserve to be a physical therapist. When I told my friend Jessica about what happened, she said that my attitude toward graduate school reminded her of how Christians should feel about our salvation. We are so undeserving of any love, grace, or redemption from God, but he still offers all of those freely. We should be eternally humbled by this offer, but instead we take it for granted.

Because of all of these events, I have chosen to view my acceptance into graduate school and my acceptance into God’s kingdom in a completely new way. In a culture that continually tells us that we deserve the best and that we deserve to be happy, I know better. I deserve nothing, and have been given everything. I am a steward of these gifts, and along with that comes great responsibility. How can I not strive to do my best for Christ at every moment? I am clearly here for a reason, and I don’t want to disappoint the One who gave all of these gifts to me freely. God chose me, and now I must choose to bring him glory in everything that I do. I am eternally grateful to him for everything he’s done for me, whether that is as small as getting me into graduate school or as vast as welcoming me into the family of God.

PS: to check out the last time I talked about physical therapy school, go here.

live: aurora borealis

A post about the events of my daily life.

There is no time of your life quite like college. These four years are perhaps the only opportunity to live so close to all of your friends, pull three all-nighters in a row, eat anything you want at all times of the day and night, decorate your room with a mixture of Justin Bieber posters and neon pink crates that your mom swore you would need, sleep in all day just because you want to, and travel to southern Ohio with thirteen of your best friends at the drop of a hat because some website claimed that you would see the Northern Lights there.

Yes, you read that last one correctly. Yesterday at around 1:30pm, Zach found out from accuweather.com that there was a solar flare coming towards earth’s atmosphere that would create a spectacular aurora borealis at 9pm… in southern Ohio. Granted, we probably should have seen that something about this seemed very odd, considering that most of these light shows occur 2,000 miles north of southern Ohio, but it was an opportunity to get fourteen people to pack into two cars and drive two and a half hours to Adam’s Lake State Park and lay on the ground for three hours hoping for a miracle. The closest we came to the Northern Lights was a flaming shooting star right above our heads, but that didn’t matter. Somehow, in the craziness of a spontaneous adventure with friends during the sentimentality of the last two weeks of college, we were all perfectly content to just enjoy each others’ company under a not-so brilliantly lit-up sky.

I loved talking about everything from summer plans to intelligent life on other planets to the origin of life on earth with these people. It’s tragic to think that after four years of adventures like these, this might be the end of our journey together. I have thirteen wonderful friends right now though, and thirteen wonderful brothers and sisters in Christ for eternity, and that is enough.

Just for kicks and giggles, here is the map of aurora borealis visibility that convinced us to drive to Ohio:

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And here is the map of what actually happened:

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As you can see, we were just a few miles off target. But I will say this: if you have not canoed to the middle of a very still lake in the middle of the night and seen how the stars reflect perfectly in the water, my dear friends, you have not lived. If you’re lucky enough to have an amazing boyfriend like I do, you can even convince him to do all of the paddling and lay on your back while he spins you in circles. The result: the most beautiful light show I’ve ever seen.