Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Looking For Mr. Right

I sat in the auditorium along with the other 300 freshmen waiting for our first 8 am Old Testament class. The air was buzzing with the chatter of expectant voices. I breathed in the excitement of the crowd and turned to my new friend Rebecca in the seat next to me, "Just think. Somewhere in this crowd are our future husbands!" We both giggled and sighed longingly.

Our freshman year passed by, and so did many upperclassmen bachelors. I made every attempt to sit next to guys in the cafeteria, but none were interested in me.

Sophomore year seemed to bring renewed promise of a future mate, as one of the guys professed his interest in me. Although I was not at all attracted to him and barely knew him, I thought maybe God knew better and so agreed to start a relationship. What resulted was a very miserable me and a very messy break-up.

Junior year I had a couple of sweet guy friends whom I was secretly madly in love with...or so I thought. I asked to go everywhere with them and do things for them and with them, but again, neither showed even the faintest interest in me...sigh!
    
Invest in friendships...
Senior year came and with it a little more wisdom. I branched out and spent more time with other female students. I made guy friends for the sheer joy of friendship and not to interview for marriage. And no I never did find my husband in college, but now I'm very glad I didn't!

I wish someone had told me sooner not to waste so much time and energy seeking out "the one".  I wish I had let go of all my expectations for a relationship, and had more fun with the girls. I wish I hadn't turned away so many potential guy friends simply because they didn't meet my expectations of a future spouse.

So I'm telling each of you now, if you're still single or single again: embrace the sweetness that is the single life. Go out, have fun, travel, date or don't date, but take the pressure off yourself and those around you. Then when you do meet Mr. Right, you'll have lots of stories to share with him!

make some memories!

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Nothing Gold Can Stay

From the platform at the top of the park, I could see the faint outlines and some of the remaining bricks of where the foundations of buildings once stood. The plaques scattered throughout the park show pictures of how life was just a hundred years ago--a mill, a storage building, a pedestrian bridge, all bustling with activity and industry. My eyes go back and forth from busy pictures to the scene before me, quiet and overrun with foliage. It's hard to believe so much has changed in so little time.

So different from a hundred years ago!
I love places like this. Places that echo with the voices of lives once lived. They keep me grounded. They remind me that my life is just a tiny blip in the vastness of eternity. My mind starts looking forward, to what this place will look like in another hundred years. I wonder who will stand here and wonder about my life and how I lived it. I wonder if they will look at my pictures and dream about a day in the life of Sarah in 2014. 

Let us keep proper perspective of our lives. Let us live every moment to the fullest, without taking ourselves too seriously. And let us leave a beautiful legacy to those who will come after us. Ours is too short of a life not to.

"Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leaf's a flower;
but only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay."

-Robert Frost

Friday, September 12, 2014

Sabbath


I love me a clean house! The feel of a squeaky floor under my bare feet or the smell of fresh linens on my bed. Ahhh! It only lasts about 5 minutes before the dog, or the baby, or the husband track in something...but it's 5 minutes I thoroughly enjoy!

I've recently gotten back into the habit of taking a cue from ancient Jewish culture--getting my house in order before the Sabbath so I can focus on more important things. A few extra minutes washing dishes on Friday night, means more time for making pancakes instead of fishing for a clean dish Saturday morning. A quick vacuuming of crumbs and dog hair Friday night, means a clean canvas for wrestling, tickle fights, and reading all weekend. It means we can pack up and go out of town for the weekend or pack up a picnic lunch to take to the park. It means giving myself permission to not be a clean freak for a few days each week, and to do some of the other things I don't get to do--like painting, or reading, or sitting on the porch to watch the rain. 
More time for playing at the creek!

I challenge all of us to take a day each week and not do. For our sanity, our health, and the well-being of our families.