My New Favorite Song.

I really like this song.

 

I guess I’l have to wait and see.

Picking A Major…

Okay, so my 1st year of college is done, and I still have not declared a major. The reason being I have no earthly idea what I want my major to be. However, I think I’m starting to get close, but then I change my mind again, and the whole process starts all over again. I’m very good at changing my mind, if you did not know that already.

Even before college started, in my senior year of high school actually, I knew without a doubt what my major would be. (So I thought.) The major-Psychology. Perfect. Then, I registered for my classes, and took a basic psychology class. By the end of my fall semester, I knew psychology was not what I wanted my major to be. I did like the psychology class I had taken, but not enough to major in it. Maybe more of a minor.

Well, then when the spring second semester started, and I still did not have a major I began to start wondering. What is it that God has called me to do with my life? I did not know and did not have a clue! (This may have been my problem from the beginning. Never praying about it.) I started praying. No clear, definite, call/answer.  I prayed some more. Still none. Kept praying. By this time, I was wondering if God even wanted me to do anything for Him? I knew there must be something, but did not know what it might be. 

I then came across a book “Congratulations, You’re Gifted” by Doug Fields. As soon as I saw the book, I had to buy it simply because my name was mentioned in the SYM podcast episode 77, along with the book title, but that’s a whole other story. Anyways, I bought the book. As I began reading this book, it was talking about discovering your SHAPE. As I began reading chapter 3 I started wondering what my passions were. This chapter in the book focused specifically on you passions, and how to figure out what your passions were. As I begin to think about my passions, it became very clear what my passion(s) were. Youth Ministry or more specifically youth workers. I have read/own a few youth ministry based books by Doug Fields, and I’m subscribed to some youth ministry magazines which seems a little odd since I have never been involved in youth ministry. But as I have read through these books and magazines, my heart has been filled with compassion not only for the youth, but also for the youth workers. I have always admired youth pastors and youth workers. 

I feel the youth are being taken care of. From what I have read and seen, there are plenty of compassionate, Christ filled youth workers who are reaching out to the students in their ministry who are doing a fantastic job. I have read more stories of the youth workers who say they are struggling to stay in ministry, and often wonder why they are doing that they are doing and if it’s even worth it. I know youth ministry is not easy at all, and I know the youth workers involved in youth ministry may at times not receive the thanks they deserve.

This is where my desire to serve youth workers comes in, and also why I feel I should major in business management. I want to reach out to youth workers, to let them know they are loved, cared for, and that they are making a difference in the lives of students.  I want to do this by providing youth workers a place to come, relax, unwind, think, pray, and refuel. A place where they can take a break from the youth ministry world for a while. 

I have a big “vision”, I guess it could be called, about this that I’m not sure will ever happen or not. Part of that “vision” includes building a retreat type place where not only youth workers, but all people involved in ministry can come to unwind, relax, and “recharge”.

I have prayed and thought about this for a while. Wondering if business management is the major I would need in order to take the next step with this if that was even possible. After praying, and thinking, my mind has not changed. I continue to pray about this, and ask God to show me if this is what he has called me to do.

I have many thoughts/ideas about how this would work, that I almost get excited thinking about it all. But then I wonder if it can really happen? Or if all my thoughts/ideas are unrealistic expectations that could never happen. I don’t know for sure, but I do know for now I’m praying and trusting God will show me where to go with all this.

To any youth worker who might be reading this, you are loved and appreciated! Thank you!

I’m not a poem writer…but I had to write a poem for my class.

I’m not a poem writer at all! In fact, I don’t even know anything about poetry. But, for my english final, I had to write a poem. So, I wrote one. I don’t know if it is good, bad, terrible, the worst thing ever, or far from even being a poem. All I know is that poem’s rhyme (at least I think they do.) so my poem rhymes but that’s about it. Help me out by reading it and telling me if it sounds like a poem, if it’s good, bad, or so terrible that even Robert Frost would be ashamed! Thanks! It’s due on Wednesday by the way. Yes, I’m a procrastinator.

One Stormy Night

            One stormy night, the wind blew down my window screen.

The wind whistled, and blew through the trees, howling like an angry wolf. I try to fall asleep, for I know the morning will arrive bright and early. My little eyes are getting weary, but I cannot, no, I cannot fall asleep. I wonder why I cannot sleep, for I know that I am sleepy. I soon will know why my eyes will not close. 

            The rain is falling hard and strong. Pitter-patter, pitter, patter up on my thin tin roof. The raindrops sound like little tin pellets, hitting the thin tin roof, pitter-patter, pitter, patter. Looking out my window, I see the rain overflowing the pond below, soaking the ground with its moisture. Tomorrow, I will not go out. For the world will be flooded with the soaking rain pounding on my thin tin roof.

            My little dog, he is scared of the storm. Each roll of thunder scares him even more. He paces by my windowsill, and then he jumps up on my bed hoping to escape his fear of the storm. I try to comfort him, and pet his little head; this has soothed him for now. He has drifted off to sleep again.

            I now know why my little eyes will not sleep. Looking out my window, I see my fear. Lightning bolts shaped like a “z” I now see clear out in the sky. The world lights up momentarily a shade of purple like I have never seen before. One split second is all it takes, and I can see the pond that is overflowing. My little dog is scared again. I comfort him once more.

            My eyes are getting very weary. Sleep must come somehow, in some sort of fashion. The storm, which keeps me up, will soon be passing. With my little dog close by my side, I once again close my little eyes. This time they do not open once again to watch the lighting strike the ground, or to see the rain fill up the pond.

        When morning comes, the storm has passed. My little dog has left me now, his fear too passing. The storm has moved to somewhere else leaving on floodwaters and debris behind. Awaking, I look out my window; the pond has flooded the pasture. The drive way also has been washed away. No going out today, I think. What a happy thought this is for me. My eyes close once again, but this time no storm will prevent sweet slumber from visiting my sleepy eyes

 

What do you think? Does it even sound like a poem? Thanks!