So Monday night is my bible study night. I go to an upperclassmen one, and then before that one is finished I run over to one in my dorm. I love bible studies and getting to hear what is on everyone's heart and being able to set apart a time in my day to just read the word and talk about Jesus. So last night I went about my normal routine of running to and fro to bible studies. When I got to the Cross Hall Bible study, I was a little exhausted and stressed. I was worried that the cookies I had made for the two upperclassmen bible studies tasted like crap. I was worried about all the school work that I have been procrastinating on. I was worried about my future and whether I'm majoring in the right thing and also if I will be a old, single, cat-lady for the rest of my life. (You have probably realized by now that I worry over every little thing. I'm usually a stress bubble most of the time.) Needless to say, my mind was overflowing with doubt. So I sat down in the lobby ready to get Bible study over with, so that I could go back to my room and procrastinate and worry some more. Then Lindsey started talking about God's will for our lives, and what that really meant. We talked about that for awhile, and then Lindsey talked about her trip to Poland. While she was there, she visited some concentration camps and she told us how it affected her and her faith. By the time she was done talking I just wanted to cry. I'm not exactly sure what it was that she said, but something at that Bible study really spoke to my heart. So once we finished I went straight back to my room, locked the door, turned off the light and just prayed. I was in there for a good hour and half just praying, crying my eyes out, and singing praises to God. I realized how busy and selfish I had been so far this semester. I hadn't realized how far from God I had been till I had returned to Him and was sitting in perfect peace at His feet. For the first time since school had started, I didn't feel stressed or worried or consumed with anything but God. It was so peaceful and beautiful. I hadn't cried in I don't know how long. This time was a perfect gift from God, that he knew I desperately needed. As I sat in my comfy sofa chair in my completely dark room just singing and crying, I opened my eyes to see all my glow-in-the-dark dinosaurs glowing all over my room. It's sad but that was so perfect to me. I couldn't stop smiling. And to top off this perfect evening, I suddenly heard the voices of my two friends, Audrie and Allison, singing "Just Around the Riverbend" outside my door. I for sure wasn't opening that door because I looked plain old nasty with my tear-stained face. So I sat there and let them bang on my door and I laughed silently to myself. Its weird but the combination of those glow-in-the-dark dinosaurs, my friends singing Pocahontas songs, a wonderful Bible study, and a perfect time of prayer and singing to God made for one of the most precious and beautiful times I have ever had. I couldn't sleep after that, and I just wanted to tell everyone I knew about how good God has been to me. Since it was late at night, I ended up just calling my little brother and telling him how God had just swept me off my feet. I wish I could have that attitude and intensity about God all the time. So when I woke up this morning, I was pumped up and ready to go out and live life. I know there will be many, many days where I won't feel that excited about getting out of bed. But I hope that I never forget that God has placed me where I am for a reason, and that every day He gives me is a blessing. I need to live for his glory every day no matter what the circumstance. As my pastor said last Sunday, "Sometimes we don't feel like doing something, but we do it anyway because He is still worthy." And a good way to wrap this all up is this line from my devotional that I read last night. "You gave Your life for me because You loved me. Help me to do the same for You."

Kitty Litter, Milk and Ground Squirrel!

So the other night my friends Audrie and Allison were sitting with me in our lobby. I had made some hot chocolate and Allison got a whif of it. The whif that entered her nostrils triggered a memory of one of her childhood favorite meals, Malt-O-Meal. Well you might be asking, what in the who-ha is Malt-O-Meal? Well if Allison heard you ask this question, her reply would be a little something like this, "Do you like pudding? Do you like oatmeal? Do you like milk, butter and sugar? Well then you would love Malt-O-Meal because those are its ingredients." When she realized that neither I nor Audrie had ever had Malt-O-Meal, she sought out to find other people on our floor who had eaten this supposedly delightful meal. She ended up finding two people. She decided to make Malt-O-Meal the next night for the entire 2nd floor. Audrie and I didn't think she was gonna go through with it, but never tell Allison Post that she can't or won't do something. She will prove you wrong. She wouldn't be Allison Post if she didn't take it upon herself to revolutionize everyone's world by giving them Malt-O-Meal (MOM).  So yesterday, Allison and I made a trip to Walmart to buy some MOM. Upon arriving in the hot cereal aisle, we realized that they did have MOM but not the chocolate kind in the purple box. This would not suffice. Level 2ers do not settle for just Original MOM. Allison thought that there might be some on the back of the shelf. So I prepared to give her boost so that she could look to see if there was any chocolate MOM hidden somewhere. Well I went to lift her up and then this is where it gets interesting. I'm not the strongest person, so I didn't do a great job lifting her. So as she went up in the air, her knee hit me in the chest, then I kinda made her fall into the shelf knocking over all the oatmeal. We looked like idiots. All we accomplished was making a mess of things and getting ourselves hurt. Allison was set out to find the chocolate MOM and she wasn't gonna give up till she found it. So we went to United, and they didn't have it. So she called the Walmarts in Amarillo. Two of them didn't have it either, but the last one she called did. So we decided to drive to Amarillo to get the MOM and then while we were over there we would stop by and see The Kendall Harris Experience at the Church at Quail Creek. So we arrived at the Walmart and were overjoyed to find the chocolate MOM. I have never seen Allison Post that happy ever. So we then headed to the Church at Quail Creek. We were worried about finding it, but we actually had no trouble. But once we got there, we had no idea which door to go into or where we were supposed to go. We arrived there at 7 and we walked around the church for a good 15 minutes looking for everyone. We ended up walking into orchestra practice, and old people bible study and the preschool. Finally we found the door that we were supposed to go into, but there were these stairs right inside the door that we weren't sure if we were supposed to go up. Then our friend Sam appeared and Allison yelled "SAM!" a little loudly, which caused me to laugh really loud. Little did we know that everyone was upstairs and probably could hear us making a ruckus. So we walked in 15 minutes late while the preacher was talking. We had to leave by 8:30 so that I could get back in time for night duty. So we were sitting there listening to the guy talk not sure if we were gonna get to hear any of the Kendall Harris Experience because we had to leave soon. The guy wrapped it up and KHE played one final song to end the shindig. Yeah that's right. We got to hear one song. We pretty much missed all of the "Experience" of Kendall Harris. So even though it was done, all of our friends from the BSM stayed and were gonna hear Kendall play some more. But of course we had to leave to go back for night duty. We got there late and left early. As Allison and I were driving back to Canyon, we discussed our day and we realized just how awkward we are. Everywhere we went that day, we did something completely awkward or weird that caused people to stare at us and shake their heads. But we can't help it, it comes naturally. Then when we got back to Cross Hall, Allison and I went on to make the MOM. I have to admit the powder looked like sand. I thought that the chocolate MOM was quite tasty after it had been "doctored up" as Allison would say. The Original MOM on the other hand...well lets just say that it wasn't as big of a hit. Allison then took some of the chocolate MOM to the girls on our floor. I don't know what their opinion of it was, but I must say for myself that I enjoyed the experience. Is it my favorite food? Nope. But I think that because I went on an adventure with Allison to retrieve it, it made me appreciate it so much more. So my conclusion is that Allison and I are like MOM. The three of us are misunderstood and our awkwardness is not fully appreciated by everyone. We may not be super popular, but we are rare. There are not many like us and when you do find us (on the top shelf in the hot cereal aisle in a ghetto Walmart in Amarillo) it is an awkward but crazy fun experience that you will remember forever.

Hermit Quota Filled

This morning was the first morning in a very long time for me to be completely by myself with no distractions. I am a hermit by nature, and so if I go too long without time to be alone then I go crazy. This summer I was surrounded by people all the time, and it was so much fun. But by the end of the summer, I was completely drained. My hermit heart couldn't take that much human interaction. Then once I got to school, there was once again people everywhere, all the time. I had a roommate for awhile, who was super sweet and wonderful. But at the same time, I needed my room to be my unsocial  cave where I could run to when I was stressed and needed a break. So for the last month I have felt like a big stress bubble, and I could never find anytime to be alone. Well we had space open on Level 2 yesterday, so my roommate got to move into her own room. I will miss her greatly, but at the same time I was praising the Lord because He knew I needed space and time to myself. So this morning I woke up, got a pumpkin latte, came back to my room, sat in my freakishly comfy sofa chair, and read my Bible. It was so wonderfully beautiful. Except for the stupid construction outside Cross, it was completely quiet. I was able to just sit and rest in God's presence. I can always tell when I am not spending enough time in the word and with God, because everything starts stressing me out and I get emotional. I hope that I will be able to spend time every morning reading his word and resting in his peace. Because God is the only one who can sustain me and give me strength to get up every day and serve Him.

Autumn weather stop teasing me

So when I went outside this morning, the weather was beautiful. I thought that fall had finally arrrived. It was almost a little chilly and I could have worn a sweater. I was so excited. But then as the day went on, it got hotter and hotter and hotter. Fall is my favorite season, I just want it to hurry up and get here. Fall is wonderful for so many reasons. One reason, like I already mentioned, is the marvelous weather. Its not hot, and its just cold enough that you can wear a sweater if you want to.  You can drink hot chocolate and coffee all day long. My friend, Audrie, told me about a Pumpkin Spice latte that I'm really excited to try. Another good thing is that WT football starts. I'm not so into football, but I love the atmosphere at the games. I think my favorite thing about fall though is when all the leaves change colors. The reds, oranges and yellows look so beautiful. I thank God everytime I see the trees start to change. I just don't know how much longer I can wait for fall. I'm sick of the hot weather. I'm ready to go for walks around campus, taking pictures of all the beautifully colored leaves, drinking my coffee, in my sweater and jeans(and maybe a scarf if I'm feeling adventurous) with my friends enjoying the college life.

Oh the wonders of weekend duty

So I have weekend duty this weekend. I'm not gonna lie, I was a little sad about having to stay in the dorms almost all weekend. This normally wouldn't be a problem, considering I rarely leave Cross Hall. But the minute I started weekend duty, I never wanted to just walk around campus more. I felt like a moose that had been captured from the wild and forced to live at a petting zoo. But at the time, I had no idea of the crazy plans my friends Hannah and Allison had created. They returned from a trip to Walmart with some superhero boxers, that I also already had a pair of. The decided to make a music video, and we would dress up and make complete fools of ourselves. It was a hoot and a half! We tramatized so many people with our weirdness. And if that wasn't enough, we got Chicken E sweet tea and popcorn, and Allison and I watched Dr. Quin, Medicine Woman. Go ahead. Judge us if you must. But in all honesty, it was the most fun I've had in awhile. I mean come on. The show has Native Americans. Not to mention old time charm and wonderful quotes. So what if I spent my Friday night in Cross Hall wearing Ironman boxer shorts, an eye patch, a cape (an apron turned around), and a metal elephant belt. Jealous much. So what if Allison wishes she was living in a log cabin, and I in a teepee. This was a great night full of awesome college memories. I wouldn't want to spend my Friday night any other way.