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DIY Block O’ Wood

DIY Block O' Wood

This DIY project I found on, none other than, Pintererst!

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I’ve now been back in the windy city for 1 month, 2 weeks, and 3 days (don’t you love consecutive numbers?). I have nothing to say about that, it’s a fact. It just is.

Quotes I’ve come across this week:

Our body is the servant of the mind. It obeys the operations of the mind, whether they be deliberately chosen or automatically expressed.  Feelings are the consequences, not the cause of our emotional problems. Our emotions are good sources of information about how we are thinking. We cannot control our emotions directly, but we can influence how we are feeling by changing our thoughts. Change your thoughts first, and the desired feelings will follow. Our reactions, our emotions, our attitudes are the result of our thoughts.

-Dr. Archibald Hart, Habits of the Mind

Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.

Proverbs 4:23 (NIV)

“In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take, the relationships we were afraid to have and the decisions we waited to long to make.”

“The more scared we are of a work or a calling, the more sure we can be that we have to do it.”

-Steven Pressfield, The War of Art

Home, or house.

DIY Book Wreath

This is how I spent my Christmas holidays…

 

Time to Think

If you like TED talks as much as me, check this out! I found it interesting, it’ll only take a few minutes.

Don’t Regret Regret

Another Day…

Just another day in Costa Rica…if you’re curious, this is what life has looked like for me in the last 5 weeks.

Costa Rica sounds like a pretty idealistic place, doesn’t it? New adventures to be had every day (and not to mention a nice tan)! But let me tell you, adventures get pricey and rain every day does get a little old. Oh and also, I’m not coming back home fluent in Spanish, which I’m perfectly okay with. I love my life here, but not for the reasons you’d think. I feel like I’m experiencing real, honest…growth, I guess. Life is moving on in a consistent pace, and that makes me happy.

I go to class for 4 hours a day, from 8-12am. Some days are awesome, and some days are really frustrating. I’m learning a lot of Spanish, and I’m learning a lot about what it takes to learn a language. I took 1 year of Spanish in high school that was pretty much gone by the time I got here, so I’ve had to start from square one. But, just because I’m living in a Spanish-speaking country doesn’t mean that learning the language has become any easier than it would be at home surrounded by the English language. I get a lot more opportunities to try to speak Spanish, so in that way it helps because a lot of the time I don’t get the option to speak English. It has forced me into a lot of discomfort, which I don’t believe is a bad thing. I’m not sure I ever will be completely fluent in Spanish, and somehow I don’t even really think it’s possible to be fluent in a language that’s not your first language. I still haven’t found any direction in this, but I don’t regret making the choice to learn.

So, if you didn’t clue in, if I’m only going to school until noon, that gives me more free time than I know what to do with. The first few weeks were hard. I was so consumed in my North American mind of constant busyness that I dreaded the time I had on my own. Have you ever heard of an 18 year-old in bed every night by 9?! Didn’t think so, but I didn’t know what to do with myself! So I slept. Pathetic.

This had to be remedied, I knew right away. The party doesn’t last forever, at some point I was going to have to embrace life for what it was giving me. And it was giving me so much, I just couldn’t see it.

The first week all I wanted was music, that would fill my time. So I prayed, all week, “God, give me an instrument. That’s all I want God, please be gracious Father.” I was so restless and that would fill my time. That weekend we went on a weekend trip. In our final few hours at our hostel I was sitting in the living room when I looked up and saw a guitar hanging on the wall. I found a secluded spot and played until the last moment that I could, but I didn’t even realize that my prayer had been answered. I wanted something to occupy my days…plural. This had given me a few hours, but it wasn’t what I had asked for. I thanked God, but not without giving him a reminder of my criteria, and the weeks went on.

So, what was my mistake? Was I not specific enough? God’s supposed to know our thoughts, right? (Psalm 38:9 You know what I long for, Lord; you hear my every sigh. NLT) If I believe that the Bible is truth, then God knew what I was asking, before I even asked it. I even believe that God knows me better than I will ever be able to know myself, and I know that in that moment God knew what I REALLY needed. God has given me music as a gift, not a crutch. I enjoy music, but I do not rely on it. If  I would have taken home that guitar, would I have left room for God? Or would I just wanted what He could give me. God didn’t mess up, he’s showing me how to redefine my priorities and so much more.

Conspirators

Advent Conspiracy

What will you change about the way you celebrate this year?

Summing Things Up

“My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who reveals himself in the slight details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble mind.” -Albert Einstein