LIFE IN TECHNICOLOR

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God is so good. 

This afternoon, I received a phone call from Sallie congratulating me on my new position at the Chimes next year: I’m going to be the Web Content Editor! Seriously, praise Jesus. This job is an answer to prayer. Literally.

A few weeks ago, I applied for a job with AS/SMU, and I was feeling pretty confident about it because I met all the requirements, had good references, and knew a number of the staff. I thought I was a good fit for the position and that I would at least receive an interview. However, I got an email from the SMU president-elect not a day later, informing me that they had decided not to go through with my application. 

Not even an interview. Ouch.

I was a little angry, sort of hurt, and pretty confused. The president-elect was very nice about it but I felt like he was being pretentious. I googled “I didn’t get the job now what,” “can I ask why I didn’t get an interview,” and other similar queries. I reevaluated where I was and started questioning myself. This was the second time in a row where I had been turned down for a job in my niche. Where was God leading me, if not here? Was He saying I was in the wrong major?

I started praying in the shower a lot, asking God to give me direction. A couple weeks later, staff applications for the Chimes came out. I knew I would apply for staff writer, my current position, but was unsure about applying for an editor position. 

I don’t remember what prompted me, since it feels like so long ago, but after reviewing the different job descriptions, I decided to also apply for copy editor and web content editor, two positions I thought I would enjoy.

I turned in my three applications and received an email two days later saying I had been selected for an interview! The interview was the next day, so naturally, I was nervous. I was sitting in the library trying to meditate on Romans and Isaiah… couldn’t focus. Tried reading theology… couldn’t focus either. I freaked out and texted Amber. She told me to calm down. I came back to my room, talked to my roommate, and we watched Bones.

I had the interview the next day (actually, 9:30 at night), and it went really well. Not that I’ve been interviewed many times before, but I’ve been interviewed enough times to know I’m not particularly good at it. So I was really surprised how well it went. That was definitely, definitely God. Even though I was still anxious about whether or not I would get the job, I felt really peaceful after the interview. 

A few days later (actually, four), I got the phone call. I now knew the reason why God closed the door to the office assistant job. I’m so thankful. He blessed me not only with  solid confirmation that this is the major I should be in, but He also blessed me with a real job! 

Help me to praise you, Lord, in the good times and in the bad times.

119.

Apparently it’s important enough to warrant one of my few and far between tumblr posts, but……………

I just got back from the midnight showing of The Avengers with a bunch of great people that I really like. Such a good movie. The jokes! Loved it.

Even though I have class in exactly five hours and I haven’t gone to bed yet, tonight was so much fun. I would say more but my mental capacity is quickly nearing close to zero.

118.

Before you start reading, let me tell you about how much of a fail this is. Everyone did this 30days thing like, over a year ago, but I was still finishing 10things, so I told myself, “Just wait a couple months and you can start in the fall and do one or two a week or something!” Pah. Never happened. If anything… I started tumblring extreeemely infrequently. (Did that even make sense?) I want to tumblr regularly again, so I’m going to finallyfinallyfinally do the below thing. Good luck (to you, but mostly me…).

Day 01 → Your current relationship, if single discuss how single life is.

I’m single. I’ll be honest: sometimes there are days when I wish that I wasn’t single. Who doesn’t? Valentine’s Day at Biola isn’t exactly a quiet event. But single life is good because I am in no way, shape, or form to be in a relationship right now.

I’m not going to mess around in a bunch of relationships that I’m not serious about before getting married because I’m not dumb. I’ve learned that I am the kind of person who loves with the entirety of the heart, not just a part of it. 

And I’m too busy right now, too selfish, and not deep enough in love with the Lord to meet the kind of man I want to marry. I want to marry a man who seeks God, who I can put second so we can both put God first. The guy I marry won’t be perfect. We’ll both be cracked jars of clay. And he won’t love me because I deserve it (I don’t) or because I’m beautiful (I’m not) but because he’ll see my worth and value in Christ.

This guy might not exist yet — chances are God is still molding him into the man he’ll become, and that’s okay with me. The woman this man is going to marry hasn’t fully come into existence yet either. 

So yes, to answer the question, single life is good because that is the place I need to be in right now. I definitely enjoy it. I love spending time with my friends and using my hard-earned money (believe me, I sweat and bleed for those meager checks) to buy myself a nice thing or two. Like the In-N-Out my roomie and I got tonight, which we ate while watching the newest Once Upon a Time episode. :)

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Today I overslept my 8:30 French class by mistake, ran off to elections chapel at 9:30 to cover it for the Chimes, went to the Chimes office and was there until 11:57 writing the article up and then writing a paper for my noon class. Luckily, I was able to print out my paper out on the office printer since I didn’t have time to go back to my room. Then I’m embarrassed to say that I studied for the NT quiz at 1:30 during my noon class. After NT finished at 2:45, I went to eat breakfast/lunch/early dinner. 

Mondays, man…….. they can be pretty brutal.

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Sometimes I have to remind myself not to be too busy reliving old memories that I forget to make news ones.

115.

日本、こころのそこからおいのりしてます。

One year ago, right about now — a little past 11:30 pm — I was standing in the lobby on the floor that I lived on in my dorm when I first heard about the earthquake. Later that night, sometime past midnight, I texted my mom to ask about our relatives. (I estimate that at least 80% of my mom’s family still lives there.) I found out that they were safe later that weekend. Some of my relatives were even in Sendai, where the quake was devastating, when it happened and they were safe. Safe. How crazy is that? Out of all the people who died, my relatives didn’t. Huh. The Monday after the tsunami, I went to the weekly ISA prayer meeting. I’d been there a few times before. We prayed for Japan and I realized how much Japan, my family, needs help. I cried. Missions Conference started that Wednesday and what an experience that was. Japan was so prayed for. One year later and I still haven’t tried to describe it. Maybe one day I’ll try, but not now. Missions Conference could not have been planned for a better time. That week was an emotional rollercoaster. Low to high.

Ever since the earthquake a year ago, God brought to my attention the utter need Japan has for Him. He also created that tug in my heart. I want to go and share that with them, those people whose blood runs through my veins. I’m not fluent in the language and I’ve never been there, so I don’t know how He’ll make that happen, but I have faith that He will. He saved my family for a reason and I am so convinced it is so that they can know Him.

114.

I had a horrible Tuesday morning. I smashed my finger in the door getting ready for class and then I had to go to the health center, where they drilled a hole in my fingernail to drain the excess blood, so I missed three-questers of my class. 

Now I’m trying to figure out how to type quickly with a bandaged index finger so I can keep up my note-taking during the senate meeting. whee!

Prayers for quick healing would really be appreciated since my finger still hurts quite a lot.

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There is nothing like visiting home after a bad week down at school and having a good dinner with my parents. ptl.

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