Friday, August 16, 2013

Oh Sweet Nostalgia.

Tomorrow morning I leave for my final year of college. Probably my last year of academia. I can't help but think of the numerous blessings I've had ever since I applied to the Abbey. Actually, even the picture of my high school soccer team makes me thankful for more than just my time at the Abbey. All these chapters of my life have made me who I am and praise be Jesus Christ He has never let me go and has led me in my life - whether I wanted Him to or not; whether I realized He was or not.
I was thinking about that day when I leave my parents house forever and what exactly I would want to take with me. That high school soccer picture tugs at my heart but what would I do with it? A little plastic frame like that won't quite fit my adult interior design. Why does it matter anyway? I have those memories in my mind and that was such a long time ago. It matters because that soccer team was probably my favorite high school memory and it formed me in a lot of ways. These little memories, little keep-sakes might be silly and "you cant take it with you" but those times in our lives make us who we are - who God created us to be. In those little moments God was loving the person we are now because He was helping us get here. Woah.
All the little decorations from numerous moments in my life remind me just how incredibly blessed I am for the childhood I had and for these past three years at the Abbey. Did I honestly just pack for college for the very last time? When I move back into my mustard yellow room at the end of my senior year I have absolutely no clue how long I plan to stay. A week? A month? A summer? A year? It's all SO exciting but so...adult!
If you have been a faithful reader of my not-so-consistent blog you will recall I didn't initially plan on going to college. And if you read a little more than my most popular blog post, Fear, Doubt, and Belmont Abbey, you will remember that a huge portion of my testimony is from my freshman year at the Abbey. There is no doubt in my mind that God truly changed my plans from cosmetology school to Belmont Abbey College for a reason, or a few. The struggles I've been through in college - from deep seeded wounds that needed healing, to spiritual ups and downs, to friendship lessons, to paper upon paper upon paper, to heart breaks - have challenged me in the most beautiful ways. They've revealed to me that under all my fallenness there is a woman God created me to be.

There are a couple huge moments in my college years that I wouldn't trade for anything. Of course all the healing of my insecurities and all that goes along with that I wouldn't trade for anything, but also starting this crazy blog. I sit amazed that I thought up some of these things and that the Lord used me to get a little bit of truth out into this often dark and scary world.

I'm also incredibly grateful for my time studying abroad. If anyone is familiar with the Abbey -current day- they will know that studying abroad isn't something people go to the Abbey for. Actually we got rid of our study abroad office while I was in Austria so its not really an option anymore. Praise the Lord for that time I had in Austria. It formed me almost more than anything else did in my college years. The memories and friendships I have from Austria are one of those most important keep-sakes of my life.

Totus Tuus. I am incredibly thankful for the opportunity to be stretched further than I ever imagined. I am so thankful for the training I had, the challenge of leading a team, of teaching children from barely four years old to almost eighteen about the Lord, for the amazing team I worked with, and the numerous ways I am beginning to realize it formed me. I am also just amazed that I did that. It takes a Totus Tuus missionary to really understand what a Totus Tuus missionary goes through - I know because I didn't believe how hard it was until I did it.

Not to get all sappy on you but if it wasn't for Belmont Abbey I wouldn't be dating, who I believe is, the man of my dreams. I am terribly grateful for that first diocesan confirmation retreat that I helped out with not only because it opened my eyes to my dream job but also because the weekend kicked of my friendship with my now boyfriend. Jake and I have a crazy story of ups and downs, backs and forth, limbo and praise the Lord since June 7th, the feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus this year, a relationship.
The weekend of the confirmation retreat Jake told me he thought I was really cool (after I did something super odd like sang to myself in a weird voice...classic) and that we should hangout. I proceeded to tell him I couldn't be friends with him because he was graduating in like two months and I didn't want to get attached to any of the seniors - I'd miss them too much. He told me that was the dumbest thing he'd ever heard and then he came over to my room almost every night until the end of the semester when timing for us just wasn't right.
Jake moved to Alaska to be a youth minister when I was studying abroad in Austria and being away from everything we knew brought us back together and a genuine friendship truly blossomed between us. We continued to grow as best friends when I got back to the Abbey until we realized we had feelings for one another again but should probably not try to start anything considering the distance between North Carolina and Alaska (Ha!). So about a week later, Ash Wednesday, I told Jake I wasn't going to talk to him during Lent. To my surprise I ruined poor Jake's plans to ask me, the very next day - valentines day, to be his girlfriend. It was a tough month and a half but the Lord did amazing things in my heart that were completely not what I had planned. When Jake and I started talking again he was pretty peeved I abandoned him for 40+ days but I was totally convinced he was the one for me. I gushed all my feelings on him in total honesty leaving him pretty pissed off and terribly confused. Life was ...interesting for about two or so months until Jake came to visit a day before I left for Totus Tuus training. We hung out with our friends Patrick and Christina and witnessed their beautiful and holy relationship which really opened Jake's eyes to what he really wanted in life and a relationship. A week later I received a phone call from Jake and heard the most beautiful words anyone has ever said to me. A week or so after that Jake asked me to be his princess and the rest is history. Who knows what God has planned for us but I am so grateful God called me to Belmont Abbey and led me to that confirmation retreat, ...and Austria and Totus Tuus, because he has blessed me with the most amazing boyfriend I think I could have ever imagined. All those little chapters in my life brought us to this beautiful relationship we now have.

So who knows where I'll be in my life when I move back home. Who knows what God has planned for me this senior year. I am terribly excited to have a blast with my Abbey friends, to go through senior year challenges, to grow closer to the Lord in the beautiful Adoration chapel across from my dorm, and to grow more in love with Jacob Coffman. So many changes have been made in my life these past three years and all I can do is praise God for the life He has blessed me with thus far.

Heres my food for thought:

Monday, August 12, 2013

Prayer

I'm one week off Totus Tuus and a week from going back to school to begin the year that finishes off my education. Hoo-rah, I am so ready to have one more blessed and splendid year at the beautiful Abbey and then get scared out of mind to live the rest of my life as a responsible adult. Sounds fun! There are always little anxieties here in there throughout life - big and small, important, self-inflicted, or really stupid and pointless. Anxieties all the same. Something brings us back though, back to our center, back to reality - I'm not talking about what society thinks is reality because thats a bunch of ...well, you know. I digress...But being a responsible adult, buying a car, paying bills and loans sounds frightening at times, so does writing a thesis. These are just some things I can become anxious about and of course they need some attention and hard work when the time is right but it's the same with everything. My prayer life has actually been giving me some anxiety. You'd think Totus Tuus's structured prayer schedule would leave me set for life but actually that is quite a mistake. I had a schedule around my prayer schedule where my prayer fit in like a piece of the puzzle (to stretch this analogy further - no one likes a puzzle with missing pieces so the prayer was essential). Now that I'm free from my 7am-10pm daily schedule (no my friends that is not an exaggeration) I've also found it extremely easy to go a total day without prayer - I even forget to say Grace before meals a lot. 


Last semester my FOCUS discipler tried to gently beat into me the importance of structure in my life so that I made absolute sure I had time for prayer every day. I respectfully fought her on this (Sorry Sarah.) but now having been forced out of necessity to experience a very structured prayer schedule I see the beauty of it and miss it quite a lot. I'm excited to go back to the Abbey and structure my life again. 
I can't believe I just said that. I hate structure - actually at times I've resented it. I'm not the adventurous and spontaneous type that might suddenly decide to get lost in the wilderness (that sounds kind of manly to me actually) but I do like to do what I want, when I want and structure cramps my style. (I'm also very intrigued by the adventure of a thesis as painful as it sounds and of life after graduation despite how scary it may seem.)

Heres the deal though - Prayer is necessary. Not just in Totus Tuus. I've lived my entire life developing and re-developing a prayer life. The Lord has proven to me time and time again the importance of prayer and His desire for my time with Him. Truth be told all summer I was seeking that proof again. I prayed a lot and considered it necessary. I knew ministry is impossible without God's grace. However, prayer is not a magic trick that just gives you the strength to get through anything - its life with the Lord. Its time spent with the one who loves and knows you best, to worship and honor and love him and to receive from him the graces and love we require as His creation. That's what kept me in prayer all summer. And thats what keeps me yearning for it in such a new way now. I don't yearn for time with the Lord because I know he will make me feel wonderful inside. I actually yearn for Him because prayer is necessary. I have no choice but to yearn for the Lord. 

That is such a strange concept for me to grasp. Growing up I've learned that there are moments of consolation in prayer and moments of dryness and how true that is but despite that knowledge I still didn't/don't want to pray when I didn't/don't feel like praying. Now realizing that I have this quiet, innate yearning deep within me to be with my Lord even if I don't "want" to I'm starting to possibly grasp just what this whole relationship with Christ is about. 
We were made for Him. Absolutely, one hundred percent, no "ifs" "ands" or "buts" - we were made for Him and Him alone. He LOVES us. Absolutely, one hundred percent, no conditions. He desires us, yearns for us. Thing is He doesn't need us. He does not require us but he loves us, he created us simply to love us and to share in a beautiful relationship with us of perfect love. Sorry to break it to you folks but we're fallen and so our relationship with God isn't so perfect. God doesn't stop there though He seeks us and loves us constantly with his perfect love - standing there with open arms, thirsting for us, for our love. He desires to give us our eternal reward so that we may be in that perfect relationship with him that he created us for in Heaven. Prayer is essential to our love story with our Lord. 
Prayer is time to give to our God what is due. To adore and love him and to allow the one who knows us best, our creator, our GOD to take over our lives and lead us in love to Love. 

This afternoon I volunteered to take a friends Adoration hour at my home parish. As I began to journal a little  - one of my favorite forms of prayer (perfect for those with ADD!) - I realized how many things I was anxious about. Some minor, some important, some self-inflicted and silly. But I poured them in complete openness and honesty before the Lord, explaining to Him everything. Through journaling I came to contemplate solutions to my anxieties but in the end each one came down to just resting in the Lord. Every time I turn to the Lord in complete openness and honesty He snaps me, very gently, back to reality. He reminds me without sending me a voice or even a solution a lot of the time that He has a plan and He is constantly loving me and He is taking care of me. Without my time in prayer today I might have manufactured some grand scheme to some of my "problems" and taken the weak and frazzled reigns on my life but the Lord stood there with open arms, ready to love me and calm me down just like always. It's moments like those in prayer that I remember just how necessary God in my life is and giving Him my life requires time with Him in prayer.