ressurection

i completely forgot i had this. i feel like a bad blogger.
no worries, i'm going to clean out the cobwebs and start anew. writing is a part of me, and i've let it slide for way too long. It's just one of those things that I can't let go of, like some good soy ice cream or a beautiful day (which there have been many of, by the way). i think there's a little part of my soul reserved for words, and they get restless if i don't let them out, which makes me feel bad because i know what it's like to feel like you can't express yourself, be appreciated for what you are. i think we all feel like that at times- like we have so much to offer but it's all worthless because no one seems to feel like watching.

anyway. life.
i think i have molded well into the epitome of the broke college student stereotype. not that i ever thought that money was something to be used in exorbitance anyway. And i've always been good at finding things to do without money- which is a good thing, i suppose, because here at PHC you always need to be doing SOMETHING. God's Harvard? The school of perfectionist overachievers who all struggle with time management and scheduling sleep into their lives. okay, exaggeration. really. but it's one we attribute to ourselves, even though we all weren't homeschooled. Good news is, God's bigger than all that. And so much better. and here, we actually have the chance, supported by hundreds of other believers, to step on that path of God's wild, wild love and figure it all out for ourselves. Our faith is challenged, not to make us doubt but to make us seek Him harder. whether we accept that challenge is up to us.

i want to love. everyone.