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April 29, 2014

Bible Study and Relationships.

Since I've been at school, I have joined a small group with a local church.  Just six or seven at us, sitting at Starbucks, drinking our respected frou-frou drinks, and discussing the Lord's word and our lives.  Last week we went over Colossians 3:18-4:1.  Basically going over the rules for Christian households, something that we discussed a little bit last fall in Ephesians 5:22-33.

When I read these verses back then, I had just started dating AJ.  My small group leader made some comments on these passages, having us take notes of who we should be looking for in our future husbands.  The opening lines of both of these passages are almost identical.  "Wives, submit to your husbands, as is fitting in the Lord [as to the Lord]." Not the greatest opening line directed to a very stubborn teenage girl in a new relationship.  The first time we went over this topic, I didn't think too much of it.  "Don't date/marry someone you can't submit to" was the main point drilled into our heads.  The more I thought about it though, the more that word "submit" bothered me... After talking with my leader a little more carefully on this subject, I got a better answer.  "Don't date/marry someone you couldn't let make the big decisions." If you can't relinquish control of major decisions like where you live, this job or that job, or kids or no kids (or when) then you shouldn't marry this person.  Honestly, it makes a lot of sense for those of us who still believe that the husband should be head of the household and the family.  This doesn't mean he doesn't take the wife's opinion into consideration, it just means that he has the last word.  (Again, difficult for a stubborn girl to hear).

Now, before I have someone gets up in arms about how sexist that statement sounds, hear me out.  I do believe there is a time and a place for the woman to take charge.  If the safety, physically, mentally, financially, or spiritually, of herself or the rest of her family is in danger, then by all means, don't listen to him.  I know there are men in this world that abuse the position they have over women and they don't deserve the respect that submission gives them.  But here is where the rest of the passages kicks in; "Husbands, love your wives and do not be harsh with them."  So let me give you the phrase that should have been drilled in our heads, "Do not date/marry someone who isn't worthy of the respect you are giving him by submitting."  I know plenty of girls who would have no problem submitting to whomever was the cutest or had the best car.  Submission isn't hard for them.  But those men may not be worthy of respect.

See, that's where things are a little backwards for me.  I'm very capable of giving respect, I give it to whomever deserves it.  But I am not as capable of submission.  I respect those in authority to me, but I do not always obey them, I only obey if I agree with them.  Basically, I only submit if I can pass it off as my own idea.  It's so bad that I will even blow off my chef's instructions in lab because I think that my way is better or that his suggestion doesn't matter.  So far, I haven't been wrong, but maybe that's the issue.  Maybe I should be wrong more often.  Maybe that will teach me how to submit, because right now, it is the most difficult thing for me to comprehend.  Letting another human being have a huge input on some of the biggest decisions of my life.  Not my idea of easy. Giving respect to that human being, piece of cake.  A piece of cake that I dictate the specifics of.  If it's chocolate and he likes vanilla or, heaven forbid, he prefers pie, then out he goes.

Alright, I have just made a food analogy, I think it's about time I actually made a few points and wrapped this up.

Ladies; when looking for your future husband, look for someone worthy of respect and someone you trust enough to submit to in big decisions.  Someone who is;

  • Understanding
  • Patient 
  • Forgiving
  • Trustworthy 
  • Respectful
  • Has God's will for his, and your, life always in mind

There are more to add to that list, but the reason I have just those on there is because they do mean something.

  • You want someone who understands that it isn't always easy to submit.  
  • You want someone who gives you time to come to grips with submission.  
  • You want someone who will forgive you when you snap at him because things aren't going your way. 
  • You want someone you can trust not to hurt you with the decisions he is making.  
  • You want someone who respects you just as much as you respect him.
  • You want someone who has submission to God, and to his will. 

Gentlemen; when looking for your future wife, look for someone is willing to submit, but not blindly.  Someone who is;

  • Strong
  • Humble
  • Patient 
  • Understanding
  • Respectful
  • Forgiving
  • Has God's will in mind

Yes, there are repeats, but bear with me.

  • You want someone with enough will of her own to give her opinion and fight for what she thinks is the right thing.
  • You want someone who is humble enough to realize that her opinion isn't always the best option. 
  • You want someone who is patient with you when you don't know what the right option is.
  • You want someone who understands that you are human and can make mistakes.
  • You want someone who respects you enough to submit to you leadership.
  • You want someone who, if the need arises, will give you another shot if you need one. 
  • You want someone who will be ever mindful of what God wants for you both. 

So there is my little speech on at least one section of relationships.  To be honest, a section that I struggle with quite a lot.  Something that has been weighing on my heart and a subject that's worth a blog post.

April 11, 2014

Saying Goodbye.

In the past month I have had to say goodbye in many different ways.  To friends at school who are graduating, my instructors who have helped me through a really tough quarter, my sanity, and my best friend.

Some goodbyes are easier than others, I don't sweat saying goodbye to my classmates, or most of my instructors.  They are just formalities, but others seem to push me past the limit of what I can handle.

  • My chef this past quarter has been amazing, she has helped me through so much and was that mother figure I needed when I am so far away from my own mom.  I won't have her for another class while I am here, but she has promised that we will work together again.  I had a brief visit with her yesterday and we caught up on each others lives.  We've both been better after getting out of that class, both mentally and physically. 

  • Another chef has also greatly helped me through some of my struggles this quarter.  He was a supporter and protector when the harassment in class became too much for me to handle on my own anymore.  Along with helping me protect a fellow classmate when the need arose.  Now he's definitely not my father figure, not even close, between the goofy jokes and teasing we bantered back and forth, he's more of a brother figure. Another thing I needed when I was so far away from my own brothers.
These two instructors helped make this quarter survivable, pushing me to do better in my classes and supporting the efforts I made.  Saying goodbye is not something that I enjoyed about my finals week.  A simple thank you doesn't seem to convey the weight they helped lift off my shoulders and the peace they still give me when I walk though the halls and get a hug or a simple smile. 


  • I said goodbye to my sanity long ago, but what little remained left me finals week.  I was living off the hope of being home that Friday, and nothing more.  I was physically not able to take another week of last quarter.  The headaches, light headedness, shakes, back pain, and more recently anxiety attacks made my everyday a bit of a struggle.  I could break down at any second of my day and thankfully, every time I did, I was alone.  Even my roommate was oblivious to them for the first week.  Currently, I don't suffer from them anymore, any of them.  From headaches to anxiety, I've been free of them for two weeks.   

  • Then, possibly the worst goodbye of them all; my goodbye to AJ.  On March 16th, I said goodbye to him over the phone for the next three months.  He headed off to boot camp and I was stranded in Kentucky staring down the barrel of the gun they call finals week. It's already been a month, I am happy to report, but that didn't make that morning any easier (or the next few weeks either, for that matter).  AJ and I would talk everyday, which was another reason I made it through last quarter.  His support and wise words helped me make sense of what was happening, and gave me comfort when I felt weak and defenseless.  He was my biggest fan when I found out my grade for my hardest final and cheered me on as I faced some difficult days.  Now it's my turn to take up that roll, as he is facing the hardest 13 weeks of his life so far.  A roll I am extremely proud to undertake, to try and some how repay what he has done for me.  
I have learned a lot in the last month.  Learned things bout myself and what I am capable of, things I didn't even think were possible for me.  Goodbyes are hard but I think they are some of the greatest teachers of all. They prove that life goes on after something ends and that not all farewells are sad.  They are just a symbol that life is starting a new chapter, for better or worse.  So yes, I said goodbye, but I opened myself up for so many more "hello's."

April Showers.

Spring has come to Louisville.
Most everyone from around here will say, "Finally!" but I am in awe at how quickly this season has irrupted here.  Being from Michigan means that I'm used to snow till May, now that I am here in Kentucky, we haven't had a snowflake in over a month!  It is truly gorgeous outside, which means it's time to pull the camera out again and drag my roommate outside with me to take some pictures.   One of these days I'll get a picture of her up here, but until now, enjoy some snapshots from my walk.