Comfortable

Well I've been in Macon for almost two months now, and it's beginning to feel like home. It's still weird to actually call it home; to know that after work I go to my own place, one that I pay for, where I have to keep up with everything and budget my money. It's weird being a grown up. I guess weird in a good way, however. I like being here and becoming accustomed to a new place. I like driving down the road and knowing that I'm starting out fresh here, that God has so much in store for me here. It's scary because yes I'm here by myself, but it's fun and its exciting. I don't really have too much to update just because my life consists of work and more work, but I really feel God working here and in my life. I miss Milledgeville a lot and I miss the community that I had there the most I think, but it's so encouraging to hear what all of ya'll are doing!

Why worry?

Erika and I were talking on the phone while she was driving home from Virginia yesterday and we talked about something. It's something we all do (well most of us at least) and something that really does no good for any of us; worrying. The book of Matthew tells us "therefore, do not worry about tomorrow for tomorrow will worry about itself. each day has enough trouble of its own." I think i tend to overlook this verse too many times, but it is so simple and so true. The beginning of this semester, none of us knew what we were going to do. We could have ended up anywhere doing really anything. Only yesterday did God's plan completely unravel for everyone. Katy found a job! How exciting? It's crazy because we all spend so much time worrying/thinking about/questioning whether or not we are doing the right thing or what that right thing really is. Haven't we all made it this far though? We're all relatively normal, fully functioning, God-fearing women. Sure, we've all made mistakes, but by the grace of God we are who we are today. Of course I worried along the way, but did it help me at all? NO. I just felt really convicted to share this little bit. It's something that speaks to me!

Come to me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your soul. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.

Matthew 11:28-30

It's That Time Again

I figured it was time for me to blog again..it had been a while. This weekend was by far a much needed reunion. I don't think I realized how much I have missed you all until we were actually together..doing nothing really but being us! I'm so glad I got to see all of your faces. I went home for Father's Day which was fun. Now I'm back in milly at the house with my psuedo roommates. I call them that because it's just so weird living with people I hardly know. Oh and Tinsley, you will love this...they definitely feed one of the cats that hangs around here. The bought a whole bag of catfood and keep a bowl of it and water on the porch. You would die if you were here. I don't have the heart to tell them that Ed Lord will probably kill them if he finds out. I just hope he doesn't find out until I leave. I go back to work tomorrow after a nice six day break. It will probably be a slap in the face. At least this time it's Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday rather than five days in a row. I'm getting excited about moving to Macon and getting my own place. I have it narrowed down to two or three places that are all really cute. I might go Wednesday to tour them all. Keep your fingers crossed! Anyways, I don't have too much to update you all on because 1. I just saw you all and 2. Let's face it, my life just really isn't that interesting. But I look forward to hearing from you all soon! Until next time!

The Last one Standing

I guess it's time for me to update as well seeing as I'm the only one who hasn't. Well, everyone is gone. I'm still here. I told Erika while we were standing in the Wal-Mart parking lot, crying as she was leaving, that I felt like I was on an episode of the Real World. I know, that sounds lame, but I felt like I was on the farewell episode. I felt like the person who was the last to leave. I finally said goodbye to Erika, and then it was just me standing in the parking lot. alone. I'm not trying to be depressing. I mean honestly I'm fine by myself. It's just weird without all of ya'll here. It's weird to walk into this house and not see my four best friends sitting on the couch/floor watching tv, playing on facebook, playing cards, and saying yeat. I know I'll adjust, but I'm ready to leave Milledgeville. I've come to that closure. All of you were what made Milledgeville the place it was for me. Now that you are gone, it's a different place.

Okay, enough of the sad stuff. I started my job this week, and I really love it. Orientation was probably the most boring two days of my life, but I actually worked on Wednesday and Thursday. All of the people are so nice. They are all so welcoming and helpful. And I really like the floor I'm on. All of the patients are great. I can tell it's going to be really hard at times. A lot of the patients stay for long periods of time so you get really attached to them. That will end up being hard. Funny story though, yesterday one of my patients was one of my grandma's really good friends. They used to work together every week at the hospital and they still talk on the phone at least one a week. Such a small world.

Well I miss you all, so much. I'm going to be visiting you all hopefully soon. After I have to work four shifts in a row (I know, fml), I'll have six days off so maybe that can be some visiting time. We will have to see how exhausted I am first.

More updates to come!

Beginning of the End

Well I guess it's my turn to get kind of mushy. It's weird to look around and see all of the pictures slowly come off the walls and clothes packed into boxes. All the memories we have made carefully being put away until we begin our new journeys, our futures. Memories like the time Katy fell down the hill between Parkhurst and Wells and me and Erika could only laugh; like the time we thought we were all going to die in Ashville, NC; like the time we dressed up in cow shirts to go to an intramural football game but turned around before we even got to the fields; like the time we cooked about fifty pounds of ground beef for Taco Tuesday; or how about the time Tinsley thought the Eiffell Tower was in Italy (you love me). I could go on forever with more memories, some happy, some embarrassing, some sad. The point is we have been through so much together. Each of you means so much to me, more than you will ever know. You all have taught me something different about myself and how to love.

Katy: My oldest friend. Who knew in first grade that we would end up being college roommates? You have known me pretty much my whole life. I consider your family my own. We have shared so many amazing experiences. You helped bring me to Christ. After all, you were the one who brought me to that summer camp at Awanita. Thank you for the light you always shiine to everyone around you. You are such a steady, genuine friend to everyone.

Tinsley: The suitemate from freshman year who me and Katy were scared to turn her alarm clock off the first night and thought she was out partying. Little did we know. You have grown to become one of my closest friends. Thank you for your honesty, for your caring listening. I'll never forget our Gossip Girl nights and venting sessions. God has blessed me by allowing me to live with you all through college and by teaching me a lot about myself through you.

Erika: Where do I begin? What will I do without our Blackbird dates? You are such an amazing dedicated person. You truly just beam with Christ's love and share that with everyone you meet. You're the only one I didn't live with, but our bond remains just as close with you, our honorary roommate! Thank you for always being such an encouragement and such a joy to everyone, especially me. Thank you for always smiling and always wanting to know more, to dig deeper.

Dana: What can I say? I lived with you for two years in the same room. While everyone else is probably laughing because they know I always complained about how loud you were, you were an awesome roommate and I wouldn't change it. We learned a lot about each other through living together. We could vent about our majors, I would let you talk about who knows what, and we could just play our random music together. You are such an accepting, loving person and I admire that so much. You probably won't even read this for a while, but know how much I have cherished these past two years.

Okay now that I am extremely depressed, I'll finish. Thank you for all for everything you have taught me over the years. I love you all more than you will ever know.

Everyone else is doing it...

So I guess I'll jump on the bandwagon and do this along with the rest of my friends. I'm not one to really let people read what I feel/think, but I guess I trust ya'll enough..ha. In two short weeks I'll be graduating; from college that is.  My life as a student is over.  No more late night cram sessions or early morning clinicals.  I'll be in the real world with a real job (hopefully) and a real paycheck.  It's kind of scary when I actually think about it.  For the past four years I've been in this place that has become home. I've been surrounded by my best friends and haven't really had to worry about getting out of my comfort zone. My plan was to move to Atlanta.  I knew some people there, I would find a job in one of the hospitals, and begin my life as an adult.  I'm pretty sure God probably laughed when He heard all of those plans.  Not to make fun but because, once again, I was trying to plan my life according to me, not to Him.  That's where I am now.  I have no plan really.  I was told all through nursing school that I would find a job in any hospital doing whatever I wanted to do.  I truly believed this, and my dream was to work at Children's Healthcare of Atlanta.  Well, two weeks from graduation, and I have no job, and I will probably not have one in Atlanta.  I am slowly becoming okay with that.  I am realizing that God's plans for my life are not always the ones I had imagined and that's okay.  He has something better for me, and I'm getting a great test in patience to see what that is.  I'm kind of just walking blindly waiting for my God to guide me.  Until then,  I'm just a nearly college graduate with an blank page ahead of her.