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Name: Vania
Gender: Female
Interests: People, cultures, missions. DESIGN--graphic, web, almost anything. I also appreciate the seemingly insignificant, amusing things in life.
Occupation: Graphic Designer... straight u
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AIM:  vgrace106
Member Since:
5/20/2007
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| revisitation (of blog) June 16, 2008
No insights or colorful anecdotes for now. My brain is practically slaughtered and I could barely muster the energy to spew out comprehensible information that may be of any worth to you. But then again, that's the case with so many other bloggers... At least I can type. :)
Yours truly is taking two summer classes at her community college, this being Semester #2. Intro to Sociology began in mid-May, and it consists of 6 intensive weeks of mental slavery. But I've actually enjoyed it. U. S. History began today, this being an 8-week course which, I must add, starts at exactly 8:25 AM. No joke.
Add to my intellectual dogpile a new job. Two jobs, technically. My freelance graphic design work allows for a flexible schedule, but it's still work.
That's me right now. I would covet your prayers for survival. :) | | |
| leaving my mark... February 14, 2008
It's been a while!
Lately, classes and homework take up 90% of my time. I enjoy most of the experience, but there are those things I'd rather do without. While I usually come home feeling rather enlightened in some way, there are days I face people who get on my nerves. Some people act like they're still in high school, behaving irresponsibly, not getting work done and disrespecting professors. Ah...but even so, they make life interesting. Besides, when I run my own design firm, I can find some use for them...as my custodial staff. ;) Anyway...
One of the really cool things about going to community college is the diverse student body. It's kind of like being on a bus or a subway in the way that you're stuck with people who are headed in the same direction as you are, though not necessarily to the same destination. Everyone is between the ages of 17 and 60ish, and they come in different colors, with different worldviews, from different backgrounds. I'm becoming acquainted with these people and learning about their experiences, and it's becoming more clear to me that I am exactly where God wants me to be.
I've been wanting to do something...anything...to reach out and make an impact there. After a little while of praying about it, interestingly enough, I met these two girls who invited me to pray with them twice a week! I'm really excited to see what'll happen.
On a different note, I got to see someone get serenaded today, with this being Valentine's Day (in case y'all forgot). A certain husband sent this quartet to sing his wife three love songs and deliver her a red carnation. It was adorable!
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| sensory overload... January 11, 2008
I have to keep a journal for my English class. This was part of my first entry--
Sensory overload. Those are the words that come to mind when I reflect on my first two days of college. Mornings are bright and bustling with activity-- students running to their next class, or making a mad dash out of the building, friends mingling before and after classes, faculty members mumbling to each other, the tapping of keyboard keys, texting tones sounding off.
And I was taking a quiet stroll through all of this.
I really wasn't nervous. More than anything, I was determined to A) dodge any bullets that may crush my spirits and B) resurrect my inner overachiever. But on another hand, I was also feeling lost and awfully small, which was a bit overwhelming. But such is the spirit of freshmandom. (That's not a word, but if I didn't say so, you'd just assume it is and marvel at my intellect.)
As much as I wanted to, I didn't include that part in parentheses. ;)
Since that time, I finished re-reading Pilgrim's Progress for the third time. This time, I saw it in light of this "new era" in my life. (Doesn't that sound dramatic?) Here I am, Christian, crossing paths with all these people--some are named Worldly Wiseman, many Talkative, some Ignorance, some Legality, etc., all of whom think they're headed to the Celestial City. I talk to whoever seems friendly, but most people keep to themselves, hence the reason for feeling small, and having to ever so tactfully bulldoze their barriers. (I love that word.) Only then can I be a witness.
Christian would've been as strong as a piece of chewed up gum on the ground without his companions, Faithful and Hopeful. Thank God for those companions! I see their smiling faces in the halls, and even simply brushing by lends me a good share of encouragement. (Having them there means that someone can vouch for my sanity.) And at the end of the week, when my brain has exhausted its last ounce of energy, there are those beautiful e-mails and such from friends who simply want to know how my week went.
All that being said probably paints a dreary picture, but it really isn't (anymore). I've had my share of amusing experiences, most of which have to do with my first impressions... Stories shall be available upon request. ;)
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| getting back up and looking forward. December 27, 2007
I woke up feeling utterly miserable on Christmas Eve, barely surviving the shopping errands we had to run in the morning. When we came home, I checked my temperature, and it was up to 101.7. Later that night, I had gotten up to almost 104. So I kicked off Christmas with a trip to the ER, where I was told I have pharyngitis. (Such inflammation causes these fevers sometimes. I learned something!) I spent the rest of the day in bed, my body temperature fluctuating, no appetite whatsoever, my nose running, my body aching all over, my throat KILLING me, and wishing my head would explode already so I'd be out of my misery. On top of that, I had a medication schedule to follow-- four medicines, each at overlapping four-hour intervals. AND I was all alone in the house.
How was my Christmas? Well, I've had better...
There was the temptation to complain and whine about why this happened to me, naturally. But a thought kept reoccuring to me-- the meaning of Christmas doesn't change.
And 'twas such a profound truth. Whether your Christmas was like that picturesque family huddle around the tree, or if wasn't exactly ideal... the meaning doesn't change. It's politically correct to say, "It's about giving and spending time with family." (And some will add "Santa" to that list.) But no, the raw truth is that the day is about remembering the birth of the man who came to save us from our sins, and transform our lives. We can give and spend time with family at any time of the year. (And don't get me started on Santa. *shudders*)
In the past few years, I've made it a point to pray about God's plan for the new year. And last year, He showed me that 2007 would be difficult. And it has been. But I'm also coming away from it having grown, having been challenged, having discovered who my family is, and realizing, for the millionth time, that God is in control. And He loves me. So I'm looking forward to a brighter new year, Lord willing.
"We love because He first loved us."
1 John 4:19
"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world."
John 16:33 | | |
| status update November 15, 2007
Jordan is indeed right. It's time for an update. Thanks, J! :)
I seem to have gotten lost in Facebook Land, where I feast with, make tea for, and "defenstrate" friends, battle pirates, throw frisbees, and nominate people for peculiar award titles. My favorite -- "Most likely to encourage my dangerous, drunken escapades." (That honor goes to Mr. Aaron Fahnestock.)
Anyway, I'm headed to Texas on the 20th. I shall be visiting my dad, his wife, and my soon-coming younger sibling, who is currently residing in her uterus. I'm stoked about seeing them and catching up with some old friends, whom we're also spending Thanksgiving with. But it's the travelling part I'm dreading...
Lately, there has been a part of my life in which I am suspended in a state of uncertainty. And as you can probably imagine, it's rather frustrating most of the time. I'm the kind of person who likes to be emotionally prepared for things, to know what's happening. But this not knowing... let me ask you, is ignorance bliss if you know you're ignorant? Especially if it's about something you really want to know? Well... all I can say is, God is really teaching me about trusting Him right now.
So that would be all for now. :) Until next time... whenever that'll be. | | |
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