Tuesday, May 24, 2011


Sometimes it’s time to speak up.  
People may tell you that it’s not a big enough deal to make a fuss about it, or that maybe you’re the one who should be getting over it.  But, the truth is that there is no such thing as being a cry-baby, tattle-tale, or snitch when someone’s well-being is on the line.  Of course that sentiment varies by circumstance and should be taken with a grain of salt, but I think you get what I mean.  
It’s funny…sometimes the hardest person for me to speak up for is myself.  I’m the tough girl, the one-of-the-guys…girl.  Wouldn’t complaining about mistreatment be a little (God forbid!) girlie?  Not always, and definitely not for me at this moment.  It’s fun to be one of the guys and it’s fun to have a little bit of a tough side.  I’ve seen more crazy sights, climbed (and fallen out of) a lot of trees, had to jump a fence for fear of being impaled on a bull horn, and gotten more bloody knees than I care to count.  I wouldn’t trade those toughening experiences for anything.  Unfortunately, though, these experiences have left me at a loss for being consistently able to identify when I am being physically mistreated.  I mean…how is a girl who has grown up being a toughie going to be able to tell the difference between simple rough-housing and unnecessary roughness?  The answer is - the people who care about me.
If a friend or family member is shocked by something you just told them in your signature laugh-it-off tone, take note of it.  Friends and/or family are removed from your immediate situation and are, more often than not, able to see the situation for what it really is.  Where you might laugh off the fact that one of your guy friends “gently” hit your face, people who actually care about you will raise an eyebrow or two.  And, if a guy friend gives you a dead-leg for no reason and the next day you have a purple bruise the size of his fist, people who care about you can point out that that bruise qualifies as being unnecessary.  
The sad fact of it is, abuse comes in an overwhelming amount of different forms.  Though I am specifically referencing men in this post, I won’t neglect to point out that women will be guilty of abuse too.  Everyone has their own style, but abuse is more common than I care to think about.  
The point is…listen to your family, listen to your friends (your real friends, that is).  They are most consistently the ones who will act and speak out of their love for you.  And, if you fall into the trap of thinking that it’s none of your family or friends’ business and you think they should stay out of it…then be veryworried.  The day that you refuse to acknowledge that your hurt causes severe pain to those closest to you is the day that you have truly begun to go under.  Pain is like quicksand; it appears harmless until it is moments from taking your life from away.

Friday, May 20, 2011


Why are you running, running, running?
Why are you hiding away?
You may think that what you have done is beyond my power to forgive.
You may think what you have said makes me shrug and turn away.
You may think that you are lost.
But you are not lost to me.
How could you ever be?
Where are you that I cannot go?
Where have you been that I have not been?
What did you see that I have not seen?
What did you do?
No, it cannot be undone, 
The pain cannot be unmade, 
The life cannot be un-lived,
The time will not run backward,
You cannot un-choose your choice.
But the pain can be healed,
Your choices can be redeemed,
Your life can be blessed,
And love can bring you home.

Love languages...


3 - Words of Affirmation
9 - Quality Time
1 - Receiving Gifts
6 - Acts of Service
11 - Physical Touch
A person whose primary language is Physical Touch is, not surprisingly, very touchy. Hugs, pats on the back, and thoughtful touches on the arm—they can all be ways to show excitement, concern, care, and love. Physical presence and accessibility are crucial, while neglect or abuse can be unforgivable and destructive.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

In honor of the last two weeks of my undergrad career.  God bless you, Doris Day.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

It's my mind and I'll think emo if I want to!

My mind keeps drifting back to things I've supposedly already thought about.  It's like the whiplash that comes the morning after the car crash; I check my thoughts out and then they check right back in.  On a less emo note, I graduate from Biola University in three weeks!  Only two of those three weeks will be spent on homework and class time, considering that I thankfully do not have any finals during finals week. I'm excited, but the idea of "moving on with life" only leaves me apprehensive.  I'm doing the whole application thing, applying for organizations that I would actually like to be a part of and not merely employed.  I don't want to cringe when I tell people where I work or what exactly it is I do... I want to be PROUD of what I do!  If my occupation is what enables me to live my life and thrive, then I want that occupation to add to my life's blood, not take away from it.
I guess my current emo thought-pattern makes sense.  It's hard to focus on one of the few undergrad assignments I have left when the weight of my future weighs on my mind.  I'm supposed to be making a powerpoint for a presentation in class tomorrow...but who cares about such things when caps and gowns coat my mind?  In honor of such chaos, I'm not even going to proof-read this post.