Yesterday was my first day on the battle field. It was successful for the most part. But I'm not gonna hide the fact that I had a little trouble at times. I'll share two with you.
About noon, I received a phone call from the man who promised he would sponsor my Russian adventure. He told me he only has about 200$ of the 3,000$ he promised me at the beginning of May. Earlier that day I received a call from ILP stating they needed ALL of my money by THIS Monday, or else they wouldn't be able to schedule me a plane ticket, or get me a visa... so by the sound of it, it looks as if Russia isn't going to work out...
But, I know better than to give up so easily. See, when I first found ILP, and read about what it was, I got this incredible feeling that THIS is exactly what I was supposed to be doing after high school. It felt so right. So I have faith, that it will work out. I know there is currently a very very large and black rain cloud over the situation, but "this to shall pass." Right? I believe it will. This is just a test of faith. A test of the soul. And, I will win. I will go to Russia. Some how, I will get the money I need. It's all just gonna take lots of prayer, hard work, and remembering that my faith is greater than the problem.
which it is. :)
battle number two:
Yesterday was a super good day, besides the fact. :) I went and watched my incredibly talented friends perform at a Saturday market. I ate yummy homemade strawberry jam, and I had a party at my friends house. Complete with swimming, making pizza, and watching Mulan. :) What more could I ask for on a summer day? :) I even ended the day with a goodnight kiss. ;) And as cool as that was, that is where my battle was fought.
You see, I have a huge struggle with my height sometimes. Don't get me wrong, I like being tall. :) I like being able to go for runs and take half the steps other people have too (haha), I like being able to reach the top shelves, and I like being placed in the back row of pictures and choir concerts and such. Being tall is just who I am. BUT when you date someone, and feel taller than him. THAT is where my majour insecurities are found. But last night, I was not gonna let it get to me. so I chanted in my head:
"He likes me for me. He likes ME, for Me, HE LIKES ..me!.. for ME!"
:) It helped. for many reasons. See, the first time I chanted it to believe that height doesn't matter, its uncontrollable. Like I said, it's who I am. A done deal. The second time, I focused on the fact that he likes Me. and I am a lot more than just one aspect. And the third time, I focused on the fact that I am one of the luckiest girls alive. I have someone ubber talented, funny, smart, creative, active, and handsome liking.. me. FOR ME! I can not compare to him and his excellence, and yet, he is here with me. I am soo lucky. :) and thus, have no room to worry about silly things like my height.
choice of weapon?
faith. and chanting.
Mission:
successful. :)
About noon, I received a phone call from the man who promised he would sponsor my Russian adventure. He told me he only has about 200$ of the 3,000$ he promised me at the beginning of May. Earlier that day I received a call from ILP stating they needed ALL of my money by THIS Monday, or else they wouldn't be able to schedule me a plane ticket, or get me a visa... so by the sound of it, it looks as if Russia isn't going to work out...
But, I know better than to give up so easily. See, when I first found ILP, and read about what it was, I got this incredible feeling that THIS is exactly what I was supposed to be doing after high school. It felt so right. So I have faith, that it will work out. I know there is currently a very very large and black rain cloud over the situation, but "this to shall pass." Right? I believe it will. This is just a test of faith. A test of the soul. And, I will win. I will go to Russia. Some how, I will get the money I need. It's all just gonna take lots of prayer, hard work, and remembering that my faith is greater than the problem.
which it is. :)
battle number two:
Yesterday was a super good day, besides the fact. :) I went and watched my incredibly talented friends perform at a Saturday market. I ate yummy homemade strawberry jam, and I had a party at my friends house. Complete with swimming, making pizza, and watching Mulan. :) What more could I ask for on a summer day? :) I even ended the day with a goodnight kiss. ;) And as cool as that was, that is where my battle was fought.
You see, I have a huge struggle with my height sometimes. Don't get me wrong, I like being tall. :) I like being able to go for runs and take half the steps other people have too (haha), I like being able to reach the top shelves, and I like being placed in the back row of pictures and choir concerts and such. Being tall is just who I am. BUT when you date someone, and feel taller than him. THAT is where my majour insecurities are found. But last night, I was not gonna let it get to me. so I chanted in my head:
"He likes me for me. He likes ME, for Me, HE LIKES ..me!.. for ME!"
:) It helped. for many reasons. See, the first time I chanted it to believe that height doesn't matter, its uncontrollable. Like I said, it's who I am. A done deal. The second time, I focused on the fact that he likes Me. and I am a lot more than just one aspect. And the third time, I focused on the fact that I am one of the luckiest girls alive. I have someone ubber talented, funny, smart, creative, active, and handsome liking.. me. FOR ME! I can not compare to him and his excellence, and yet, he is here with me. I am soo lucky. :) and thus, have no room to worry about silly things like my height.
choice of weapon?
faith. and chanting.
Mission:
successful. :)
