He thought the whole thing was pretty cool and promised that he'd be praying for her to stick to her commitment and grow strong in the Lord.
So all in all, it was a fairly amazing weekend. And I came back to school all happy and pumped and ready to let my little light shine!
It just figures that I'd walk into my room to find Liz and Jordan making out–and who knows what else–on top of her narrow bed! I slightly blew it by losing my temper. I threw my bag onto the floor and then said, “Excu-use me!”
Well, they hardly even noticed me standing in the open doorway, fists doubled in anger, as I stared at them. Finally Liz spoke in an exasperated tone, “Can't you just get lost for a little while, Goody Two-Shoes?”
I took in a deep breath and silently counted to ten (okay, I counted pretty fast). “Look, Liz, we had an agreement. And right now you're breaking it. If anyone should get lost for a few minutes it should be you two.” I almost couldn't believe my own words–the way I stood up for myself. And it wasn't in anger either. It's like I had an extra measure of self-control–as if God was empoweringme. And so I remained in the doorway, silently praying for strength and help, my feet rooted to the floor.
Finally, Liz sat up and glared at me. “Oh, okay,” she snarled as she gave Jordan a shove, causing him to tumble to the floor. “Let's get outta here!”
And that's when I knew I was back.
SEVEN
Saturday, October 19
I wasn't too excited about my first midterm week at college, but now I think it was a blessing in disguise since it proved a good distraction from my roommate situation. In an attempt to avoid Liz's hostile and unpredictable mood swings (she and Jordan are fighting again), I buried myself in the books and subsequently feel pretty good about my grades now. But Liz never seems to study, and she doesn't seem a bit concerned about her grades either. How can that be?
But here's what's really bugging me about her (petty as it sounds on paper)– she keeps eating my food. Now I realize I should be more generous and willing to share. And maybe I would be–if she'd just ask first! But, no, she sneaks around while I'm at class or the library or wherever, and like a little mouse (or a big rat!) she gets into the stash that my mom sends me and nibbles away.
This week alone, she's eaten almost all of my Mystic Mints (my favorite store-bought cookies!) and a whole box of Triscuits (that I hadn't even opened), plus she drank most of my Snapples. Okay, maybe it's partly my fault because I've tried to share with her, like when I'm having a snack and she's here, but I haven't let her know how much it bugs me when she just helps herself while I'm gone. And it's funny because she's the one who acts all like: “Oh, I'm so independent and don't need anyone!” and yet it appears she might starve if she didn't have my food. Maybe she should try getting up on time to get some breakfast downstairs!
Okay, enough whining about that. On a brighter note, I had a great e-mail from Chloe today, and it sounds like things are really going well for her. She is so turned on to God! Talk about your night-and-day conversion! But here's what really cracks me up: She keeps saying that no matter how much she changes on the inside, she has no desire to change her outward appearance unless God specifically tells her to. And I say, “Go girl!” Because who knows, maybe God could really use someone who looks like Chloe. I think she could end up reaching a whole different bunch of kids.
In some ways I envy her. I wish I could be more out there in my appearance–and even in my personality. Like Liz (not that I want to be like her), but sometimes I sort of envy the way she just plows through life being her own person–as obnoxious as that can sometimes be. And yet here I am all bent out of shape because I have a hardtime asking her to “please, don't eat my cookies.” Good grief! I almost make myself sick!
But then I remember
So all in all, it was a fairly amazing weekend. And I came back to school all happy and pumped and ready to let my little light shine!
It just figures that I'd walk into my room to find Liz and Jordan making out–and who knows what else–on top of her narrow bed! I slightly blew it by losing my temper. I threw my bag onto the floor and then said, “Excu-use me!”
Well, they hardly even noticed me standing in the open doorway, fists doubled in anger, as I stared at them. Finally Liz spoke in an exasperated tone, “Can't you just get lost for a little while, Goody Two-Shoes?”
I took in a deep breath and silently counted to ten (okay, I counted pretty fast). “Look, Liz, we had an agreement. And right now you're breaking it. If anyone should get lost for a few minutes it should be you two.” I almost couldn't believe my own words–the way I stood up for myself. And it wasn't in anger either. It's like I had an extra measure of self-control–as if God was empoweringme. And so I remained in the doorway, silently praying for strength and help, my feet rooted to the floor.
Finally, Liz sat up and glared at me. “Oh, okay,” she snarled as she gave Jordan a shove, causing him to tumble to the floor. “Let's get outta here!”
And that's when I knew I was back.
SEVEN
Saturday, October 19
I wasn't too excited about my first midterm week at college, but now I think it was a blessing in disguise since it proved a good distraction from my roommate situation. In an attempt to avoid Liz's hostile and unpredictable mood swings (she and Jordan are fighting again), I buried myself in the books and subsequently feel pretty good about my grades now. But Liz never seems to study, and she doesn't seem a bit concerned about her grades either. How can that be?
But here's what's really bugging me about her (petty as it sounds on paper)– she keeps eating my food. Now I realize I should be more generous and willing to share. And maybe I would be–if she'd just ask first! But, no, she sneaks around while I'm at class or the library or wherever, and like a little mouse (or a big rat!) she gets into the stash that my mom sends me and nibbles away.
This week alone, she's eaten almost all of my Mystic Mints (my favorite store-bought cookies!) and a whole box of Triscuits (that I hadn't even opened), plus she drank most of my Snapples. Okay, maybe it's partly my fault because I've tried to share with her, like when I'm having a snack and she's here, but I haven't let her know how much it bugs me when she just helps herself while I'm gone. And it's funny because she's the one who acts all like: “Oh, I'm so independent and don't need anyone!” and yet it appears she might starve if she didn't have my food. Maybe she should try getting up on time to get some breakfast downstairs!
Okay, enough whining about that. On a brighter note, I had a great e-mail from Chloe today, and it sounds like things are really going well for her. She is so turned on to God! Talk about your night-and-day conversion! But here's what really cracks me up: She keeps saying that no matter how much she changes on the inside, she has no desire to change her outward appearance unless God specifically tells her to. And I say, “Go girl!” Because who knows, maybe God could really use someone who looks like Chloe. I think she could end up reaching a whole different bunch of kids.
In some ways I envy her. I wish I could be more out there in my appearance–and even in my personality. Like Liz (not that I want to be like her), but sometimes I sort of envy the way she just plows through life being her own person–as obnoxious as that can sometimes be. And yet here I am all bent out of shape because I have a hardtime asking her to “please, don't eat my cookies.” Good grief! I almost make myself sick!
But then I remember
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