3.29.16

Of all of the struggles I have in this life, pride is by far the biggest. It’s something that I consistently try to keep in check (and consistently fail to keep in check). I usually just push it aside as something that isn’t a huge deal, but it really is, and it often takes grandiose reminders to put me back in my place.

Today was International Chapel at my college, and it is one of my favorite days of the year. I always look forward to singing in 5 or 6 different languages and hearing scripture read in several languages as well.

To preface, language is absolutely fascinating to me. I could talk about how weird and quirky English is with any stranger I meet, and I have loved learning Spanish in the few classes I’ve had. I’ve worshiped in Italian and Spanish, and those church services are forever etched in my brain. I think languages are so amazing.

But the most amazing thing about worshiping in multiple languages is the reminder of how big God is. He isn’t an American God. He’s not even justĀ an English-speaking God. He speaks every language imagined, and that is so beautiful.

So, while I’m thinking of how devastatingly awkward I am when I interact with certain people or what I’m going to do next week, God is encompassing the entire universe, conversing with his beloved children in their native tongues.

I am not the center of the universe, and that is beautiful.

Praise be to the God of all languages.

More.

The other day, as I sat in class, my professor began listing off things that women can teach younger women. The list was comprised of the following:

how to be pure, kind, self-controlled, busy at home, how to love your children, and how to love your husband

None of these things are bad qualities. However, they become just that when we list them as the only things women have to offer. Women are so much more. We are powerful. We are intelligent. We are capable. We are valuable.

This same professor, on a different occasion, said that dads need to make sure they’re telling their daughters how pretty they are. I will be the first to admit that it is nice to feel like others think I’m pretty. But is that the main message our daughters need to hear? How about telling them how smart they are, how valuable they are, or how worthy they are in the eyes of God?

My dad is one of the kindest men I know, but I’ll be honest: I often let his compliments based on my physical appearance go in one ear and out the next.I appreciate them, but when I think of kind things my father has said to me, they’re about my abilities – my “inquisitive” mind, my hardworking attitude, my ambition – not about the way I dressed or the fact that I actually brushed my hair for once.

It’s time we started telling our daughters how amazing they truly are.

They are more.

No One is Alone

You are alone. You are a burden to others. No one cares. You are unwanted.

These are some of Satan’s lies that I believe on a daily basis. I am a faceless person in a crowd. My shoulder swings back as someone bumps into me – I am invisible.

I focus a lot on my studies. Education has always been something I have poured myself into. I value it so much, especially now that I’m in college. From a very young age, I knew that learning was a wonderful, important thing, and that it was a privilege. Now I think I use it as an excuse for not keeping up with my interpersonal relationships.

“Oh, I can’t make it. I have to study.” I tell people over and over, only to go back to my room and feel an emptiness creeping over me as I stare at a blank computer screen or the first page of a book that I cannot make myself read.

I’ve told friends (and friends have told me), “Let’s go get a cup of coffee together. Even if we just study next to each other, at least we’ll be together.” I let the words tumble out of my mouth as I make empty promises for yet another shot of espresso.

Tonight was different.

I have been up to my nose in coursework this week, and I knew my weekend would be packed, so I decided to take myself out for that cup of coffee – at least I’d be out in public instead of my empty dorm room. The homework would get done either way.

As soon as I walk in, after first taking in the bittersweet smell that all coffee shops share, I see a friend – someone whom I’ve recently gotten to know. She offers me the chair across from her, and instead of studying our own books at the same table, we talk about our week, both the struggles and the blessings. It was a perfect opportunity to catch up with someone I desperately needed to spend time with.

She leaves a little while later, and I begin to open my books, trying to collect my thoughts through the hum of the coffee shop chatter. Three hours go by, and I have worked through several assignments I was hoping to finish – my whole purpose in escaping my dorm room.

In walks a great friend of mine, and she instantly pulls out the chair across from me, where just a few hours ago another pal sat. We work on homework some more, but mostly we talk about how much we love our shared major. In walks another friend, and she instantly joins in the conversation.

The conversation spans topics of school, church, lifestyles, and so many other things. It is truly beautiful.

As the coffee shop chairs are being stacked on the tables, we roam towards a dorm room, where we continue to talk about so many different things. Then on to Sonic, where fried foods accompany even more vulnerable conversation.

You are alone… until you aren’t.

Christ tells you these truths: You are loved. You are worthy. People care. You are not invisible.

Christ is able to work through these amazing, wonderful, vulnerable people He put on this earth.

All you have to do is be there.