I’ve never been a people pleaser so it has always been easy for me to go about my business. To…ya know, do me regardless of what people’s opinions were. I accepted the notion “everyone won’t always like you” early.
This aspect of myself has only continued to blossom. I’ve always been conscious of who I was/am in Christ and representing Him in the best ways possible. So nowadays, if an issue arises, I respond right when I was wronged. Or, if I hurt anyone, I apologize. Simple. Pride isn’t necessary. A petty remark isn’t worth compromising my character in Christ.
Earlier this month, my church youth committee and I coordinated a youth gala. Many came out (and showed out — yes, ball gowns and suits!) to enjoy our live band and DJ, devour fine dining, win prizes in our many activities, flood the photobooth and enjoy each other’s presence.
Definitely a good time!
Hey guys, Medge here!
Summer has poured “rain on my parade” in the most unexpected of ways. From the silly little things like going to an editors meeting at 2:15 because you missed the follow up email saying that it now started at 2 :)…to the even more serious things, like missing the bill payment for school… or, even having a cracked screen on my laptop that holds all my writing files (including this post that I rewrote) with no funds to pay for damages. Needless to say, I was drowning.
I’ve been wanting to travel all summer. I had been feeling so off (for many reasons) and needed a break. God granted me the desires of my heart because last Thursday, my mom called me and told me to pack my bags for a trip to Canada the very next day!
Yes, just like that.
I’m really good at being “okay.” I’m great at it, actually! Doesn’t matter where or when, I can always muster up a smile for anyone.
My best friends, however, know me very well. And so I don’t feel the need to act outside of myself when I’m not feeling like myself. When I’m unhappy, they see it in my eyes. When I’m turned off, they see it in my demeanor. When I’m agitated, they see it in my silence. My mom is especially good at reading me! I don’t have to say a word, they just feel it.
So I’m continuously amazed…not by how my closest friends have the ability to feel like something’s off with me, but by the mere fact that God already knows.
I was having a great conversation with my dad yesterday — it was the kind where you figure out future plans together or try to get one another to understand future plans that one is trying to set in motion. A nice father-daughter convo where I explain how I’m aiming to “get my life.” The topic? Grad school and jobs.
Waiting: I hate it. I like to know what’s next and what’s going on.
So when I began to apply for internships, my thought process wasn’t any different. I confidently applied in the beginning of April, prepared to be set for the summer. But something strange happened — unsettling even. I wasn’t getting any answers.