Life is awesome for me right now!
I'm going to be vice president of Friends of Internationals (the international student ministry I'm involved with) next semester and I'm SUPER stoked about this opportunity God has given me. I'm also teaching a conversational English class for international students at Florida State University and I'm already starting to make lesson plans. I'm going to try to pick up French as my third language next semester, too, with also classes in Spanish literature and culture that I'm really interested in. After the semester ends, I'm headed on a plane for Peru to share the Gospel with villagers in San Jose de Quero for two months! In the meantime, I've made some amazing friends at this ol' university that I can't wait to spend time with and such :)
Yeah life pretty much rocks right now. But the rest of 2011 wasn't that way, and it's funny how the music I listened to each month of the year kind of shows what was going on in my life. Because it's 3:38 AM and my sleeping schedule is waaay off from pulling too many all-nighters for finals and I can't sleep, I'm going to make a list of songs that I listened to each month of this year.
January-Finally Home by MercyMe (My grandma had just died that Thanksgiving.)
February-When You Love Someone by Bethany Dillon
March-Yo No Se Manana by Luis Enrique (A salsa song about making the most of each moment in a dating relationship and not making promises about the future, because love can end easily. Great song!)
April-Desert Song by Hillsong United (I was in a terrible car wreck and my world was falling apart. But God was still God, no matter what season or circumstances I was in.)
May-Dear John by Taylor Swift (I was going through a breakup from a not-so-good relationship, and Taylor's amazing lyrics helped me get through it and make sense of my crazy emotions and thoughts!!!)
June-Up and Up by Relient K (Even though things had been bad in April and May, I had an amazing job tutoring Spanish students at my college that was so much fun. Most of all, I realized that at FSU orientation life had been rough, but it was about to get a lot better with my move to Tallahassee in August.)
July-Innocent by Taylor Swift (I had some people do some really mean things to me one night in July, but I forgave them and realized that one mistake doesn't define who a person is. Everyone makes mistakes.)
August-Now-This is Home by Switchfoot (Within the first week at FSU, I knew that I was exactly where God wanted me. I was super happy there!)
There's a lot more songs I could include for the fall semester or comments that I could make about why each song was important to me, but I don't want to bore your or myself heh. With that, I'm going to bed.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
If God Will Provide
You don't have to read this blog or look at my Facebook profile much to know that I am so happy to be here at Florida State University right now! I know this sounds so cliche, but I'm living the dream. I'm learning so much about Spanish and the Latino culture through my classes in the Spanish program. I've met so many amazing people in my classes and through the Baptist Collegiate Ministry. I've been able to live my dream of helping people from other countries adjust to life in America (and share my Savior with them!) through this ah-mazing club sponsored by the BCM called Friends of Internationals. Plus, I have my own apartment-which means that I can sit up at 2:50 AM and drink coffee while writing a blog without having to worry about waking up good ol' John and Karen Rambo :) Oh, and I've found an amazing church called Fellowship of the Hills! Not to mention I'm going to spend my entire summer in Peru doing mission work and possibly my spring break in Panama! Yeah life is pretty much awesome now.
God has provided for me. Every desire that He has placed on my heart He has given to me. I'm blessed beyond my wildest dreams. Yet there's that one special person He hasn't brought into my life at this time, and that's the right guy.
You, oh Life in the Teepee! reader, are probably laughing at me right now. And ha ha ha to you too. I mean, I know that I won't even be 20 for a few more months, so I still have my whole life ahead of me. I probably don't even have time for a boyfriend right now between schoolwork, BCM/FI activities, and a job next semester. Plus, not having a boyfriend/husband to fall in love with means that I can 100% fall in love with my Maker. And all of these reasons are great. But sometimes on nights like tonight, I wonder if this is the one thing God won't provide me.
I know that I'm weird, both inside and out. I have red hair for Pete's sake, red hair that makes me stand out from a crowd. I speak English with a deep Southern accent, yet speak Spanish in a way that made my professor from Spain ask me if I was from Argentina. Being from a town where some people think that Mexicans swim the Great Lakes to come to the U.S, I stood out because I was the only kid in 3rd grade who would rather study a globe than play kickball. I'm even a bit weird at FSU because instead of looking foward to partying on Friday nights, I get excited about drinking tea with international students for an hour and then helping students from all over the world go grocery shopping. Before that I walk around campus and start up conversations with students that lead to discussions about Christianity, then I bring cookies
to students' dorms who visit the BCM for the first time and chat with them. I'm not really normal lol. So if God will provide someone who can accept that about me, that will be awesome.
Sometimes I wonder if I get discouraged about falling in love because God hasn't provided many men in my life before. I've only seriously dated one person and gone on a few dates with three others. Most people start dating when they are 15 or 16, but I didn't even start until I was 18. I know that all things happen in God's time, but the fact that I didn't start dating until later doesn't give me much hope that God will provide.
If God will provide a husband for me one day, I wonder who it will be. Maybe I've met him already, but now isn't the right time for him to pursue me. There's always the chance that I haven't met him yet, but it's possible that I'll meet him tomorrow. No matter when he might come in my life, I really hope that God will provide him.
All things happen in time. I had the dreams of learning/studying a foreign language, living on my own, getting involved in an amazing collegiate ministry, and volunteering with immigrants to the US for a reason. God has given me the chance to do all of these things now. I lay my desire of having a husband in God's hands. If it's God's will to provide, then He will.
God has provided for me. Every desire that He has placed on my heart He has given to me. I'm blessed beyond my wildest dreams. Yet there's that one special person He hasn't brought into my life at this time, and that's the right guy.
You, oh Life in the Teepee! reader, are probably laughing at me right now. And ha ha ha to you too. I mean, I know that I won't even be 20 for a few more months, so I still have my whole life ahead of me. I probably don't even have time for a boyfriend right now between schoolwork, BCM/FI activities, and a job next semester. Plus, not having a boyfriend/husband to fall in love with means that I can 100% fall in love with my Maker. And all of these reasons are great. But sometimes on nights like tonight, I wonder if this is the one thing God won't provide me.
I know that I'm weird, both inside and out. I have red hair for Pete's sake, red hair that makes me stand out from a crowd. I speak English with a deep Southern accent, yet speak Spanish in a way that made my professor from Spain ask me if I was from Argentina. Being from a town where some people think that Mexicans swim the Great Lakes to come to the U.S, I stood out because I was the only kid in 3rd grade who would rather study a globe than play kickball. I'm even a bit weird at FSU because instead of looking foward to partying on Friday nights, I get excited about drinking tea with international students for an hour and then helping students from all over the world go grocery shopping. Before that I walk around campus and start up conversations with students that lead to discussions about Christianity, then I bring cookies
to students' dorms who visit the BCM for the first time and chat with them. I'm not really normal lol. So if God will provide someone who can accept that about me, that will be awesome.
Sometimes I wonder if I get discouraged about falling in love because God hasn't provided many men in my life before. I've only seriously dated one person and gone on a few dates with three others. Most people start dating when they are 15 or 16, but I didn't even start until I was 18. I know that all things happen in God's time, but the fact that I didn't start dating until later doesn't give me much hope that God will provide.
If God will provide a husband for me one day, I wonder who it will be. Maybe I've met him already, but now isn't the right time for him to pursue me. There's always the chance that I haven't met him yet, but it's possible that I'll meet him tomorrow. No matter when he might come in my life, I really hope that God will provide him.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Gulf of Mexico
I was surrounded by a huge group of my new Florida State University friends at the Gulf of Mexico. I looked around, first at the 13 international students and my two American friends Ellen and Matt that surrounded me on the beach, and then into the ocean, when I remembered the last time I was at the Gulf of Mexico...which you can see here. :)
It was July 29, 2010, and I was at Gavelston Beach, Texas surrounded by the 20 other college students who had given up their summer with me to serve Houston's immigrant community. As we were all working for an amazing non-profit Christian organization called Mission Centers of Houston and sharing a house together for nine weeks, I considered these people my family. When I looked around, first at my brothers and sisters in Christ and then at the beautiful ocean designed by my Creator Himself, I knew that only God could have put me here.
See, I had always loved other countries. Globes always fascinated me as a kid, and I'd ask my dad questions at age four like "Are people in Africa free?" I was obsessed with learning more about other languages, religions, and cultures, but most of all teaching others about my own. Those passions led me to move to Houston, Texas for a summer and help Latino immigrants. It was so awesome that I knew that only God could have put me there.
Meawnwhile, that night was my last night in Texas. The next day I'd be back in my hometown of Macclenny, Florida. As I looked into the Gulf of Mexico, I wondered where God would take me or only where God could have put me. Houston felt like my home. Would God really take me to other places that felt like home, too?
Sure enough, God would take me to Florida State University after I finished my AA degree. There, I'd get involved with an amazing ministry called Friends of Internationals, which allows American FSU students to help foreign FSU students get used to the culture shock of living in America. One of the things that we did was take the internationals out on special trips to see more of the US, which is what we were doing this past weekend in Pensacola. By making these friendships with internationals, we are able to share the Gospel with people who'd normally never step foot inside of a church.
It had only been a few months since I joined Friends of Internationals when I was staring out into the Gulf of Mexico that day, and already I felt at home. For one, the two other Americans who were with me, Matt and Ellen, actually understood my nerdy love of other cultures! I smiled as I saw Matt happily babbling in Arabic to a student from Egypt and Ellen teaching the three Koreans Russian. Plus, they were both so fun to hang out with and great examples of Christ to me. At that moment one of the Chinese girls came up to me.
"Caro-lee (this is my name in Mandarin), how do you call this in English?" Yessss! I loved answering English questions! Then Robert, the Panamanian, started speaking to me in Spanish. I loved being able to understand other languages!
I smiled at the Gulf of Mexico. The last time I looked at it, I was surrounded by a group of amazing people at Gavelston Beach, Texas. I was so happy on that July day that I wondered if I'd ever be that happy again with a group of people. But this time, I was looking at the Gulf of Mexico over a year later, and I was just as happy as I was before. At that moment I knew that there were good people, no matter where you go, and that God has plans for you, no matter what shore of the Gulf of Mexico you're on.
See, I had always loved other countries. Globes always fascinated me as a kid, and I'd ask my dad questions at age four like "Are people in Africa free?" I was obsessed with learning more about other languages, religions, and cultures, but most of all teaching others about my own. Those passions led me to move to Houston, Texas for a summer and help Latino immigrants. It was so awesome that I knew that only God could have put me there.
Meawnwhile, that night was my last night in Texas. The next day I'd be back in my hometown of Macclenny, Florida. As I looked into the Gulf of Mexico, I wondered where God would take me or only where God could have put me. Houston felt like my home. Would God really take me to other places that felt like home, too?
Sure enough, God would take me to Florida State University after I finished my AA degree. There, I'd get involved with an amazing ministry called Friends of Internationals, which allows American FSU students to help foreign FSU students get used to the culture shock of living in America. One of the things that we did was take the internationals out on special trips to see more of the US, which is what we were doing this past weekend in Pensacola. By making these friendships with internationals, we are able to share the Gospel with people who'd normally never step foot inside of a church.
It had only been a few months since I joined Friends of Internationals when I was staring out into the Gulf of Mexico that day, and already I felt at home. For one, the two other Americans who were with me, Matt and Ellen, actually understood my nerdy love of other cultures! I smiled as I saw Matt happily babbling in Arabic to a student from Egypt and Ellen teaching the three Koreans Russian. Plus, they were both so fun to hang out with and great examples of Christ to me. At that moment one of the Chinese girls came up to me.
"Caro-lee (this is my name in Mandarin), how do you call this in English?" Yessss! I loved answering English questions! Then Robert, the Panamanian, started speaking to me in Spanish. I loved being able to understand other languages!
I smiled at the Gulf of Mexico. The last time I looked at it, I was surrounded by a group of amazing people at Gavelston Beach, Texas. I was so happy on that July day that I wondered if I'd ever be that happy again with a group of people. But this time, I was looking at the Gulf of Mexico over a year later, and I was just as happy as I was before. At that moment I knew that there were good people, no matter where you go, and that God has plans for you, no matter what shore of the Gulf of Mexico you're on.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Macclenny, Florida
If you are a college student, I guarantee you that there are three questions that you had better get accustomed to, because you will be answering them frequently. They are:
"What's your name?"
"What's your major?"
And finally...
"Where are you from?"
When I get asked these questions, I can tell people that my name is Caroline without getting any strange looks. (That is, unless they ask about my last name, which is Rambo. Then they think I'm crazy.) When I tell people that I'm a Spanish major, some people give me a weird look because it's not every day you meet a red headed Spanish major. But then there comes that good ol' question about where I'm from. I'm realllly from a place called Macclenny, but no one knows where that is so I just say I'm from Jacksonville. But by this point, the speaker usually throws another question out there:
"Where did you get your Southern accent??????" Then I usually explain that I'm from a small town outside of Jacksonville. By this point this person not only think I'm crazy for 1. having a last name like Rambo and 2. being a red headed Spanish major, but they also think that I'm a hillbilly because I have obtained a Southeastern Georgia accent from living so daggum close to the FL/GA border all these years. Let's face it. I'm just a small town girl.....
These past few weeks at FSU, I've been embarrassed about being from such a small town. I haven't had the same opportunities that everyone else has. I haven't seen as much as the world that I've liked to. But this weekend, I went back to Macclenny and all of that changed. I've learned to be proud of the place that I'm from. Here's why.
Macclenny:
1. only has one high school, yet lets its students take college classes as early as when they're 15 years old. I finished my freshmen year of college when I was still in high school as a result. That's more than some of my friends from upscale private schools got from their education! This high school is also packed full of teachers who changed my life and who I still talk to this very day.
2. is the only place where you will run into everyone you know at the local Wal-Mart store. Shopping for lettuce can turn into social hour!
3. is a town where everyone cares about each other. When my grandma died this past Thanksgiving, when I was in a terrible car accident in April, all kinds of people who barely knew me went out of their way to check on me. We're a tightly knit community.
4. is where everyone knows your business. Last spring when I went to the dentist, the whole staff knew who I was dating.
5. is my hometown and will always be special to me.
I may complain about Macclenny. Heck, I might even be ridiculed because of the Southern accent I picked up from that place. But in the end of the day, just as I'm proud 1. to be named Caroline Rambo and 2. to be a red headed Spanish major, I will always be honored to be from Macclenny. Macclenny will always be my home.
"What's your name?"
"What's your major?"
And finally...
"Where are you from?"
When I get asked these questions, I can tell people that my name is Caroline without getting any strange looks. (That is, unless they ask about my last name, which is Rambo. Then they think I'm crazy.) When I tell people that I'm a Spanish major, some people give me a weird look because it's not every day you meet a red headed Spanish major. But then there comes that good ol' question about where I'm from. I'm realllly from a place called Macclenny, but no one knows where that is so I just say I'm from Jacksonville. But by this point, the speaker usually throws another question out there:
"Where did you get your Southern accent??????" Then I usually explain that I'm from a small town outside of Jacksonville. By this point this person not only think I'm crazy for 1. having a last name like Rambo and 2. being a red headed Spanish major, but they also think that I'm a hillbilly because I have obtained a Southeastern Georgia accent from living so daggum close to the FL/GA border all these years. Let's face it. I'm just a small town girl.....
These past few weeks at FSU, I've been embarrassed about being from such a small town. I haven't had the same opportunities that everyone else has. I haven't seen as much as the world that I've liked to. But this weekend, I went back to Macclenny and all of that changed. I've learned to be proud of the place that I'm from. Here's why.
Macclenny:
1. only has one high school, yet lets its students take college classes as early as when they're 15 years old. I finished my freshmen year of college when I was still in high school as a result. That's more than some of my friends from upscale private schools got from their education! This high school is also packed full of teachers who changed my life and who I still talk to this very day.
2. is the only place where you will run into everyone you know at the local Wal-Mart store. Shopping for lettuce can turn into social hour!
3. is a town where everyone cares about each other. When my grandma died this past Thanksgiving, when I was in a terrible car accident in April, all kinds of people who barely knew me went out of their way to check on me. We're a tightly knit community.
4. is where everyone knows your business. Last spring when I went to the dentist, the whole staff knew who I was dating.
5. is my hometown and will always be special to me.
I may complain about Macclenny. Heck, I might even be ridiculed because of the Southern accent I picked up from that place. But in the end of the day, just as I'm proud 1. to be named Caroline Rambo and 2. to be a red headed Spanish major, I will always be honored to be from Macclenny. Macclenny will always be my home.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Trustin' the Driver
One of the most important things that I have learned these past five weeks about living in the teepee (aka my apartment, but calling it a teepee is more fun) is that you must always keep the teepee supplied..with food. As Seminoles, we work hard every day, and we have a hearty appettite when we arrive back from working the territory (aka the FSU campus). Melissa, who not only is my sister and fellow Seminole, but who also dwells in the teepee with me, was mentioning this to me as I was watching The Office.
"We need more food! I'm hungry! And I don't like ramen noodles as much as you do." Hmph. Picky eaters!! But I put on my best Seminole smile.
"Oh that's fine, Sissy Dearest," I said as Melissa rolled her eyes. "Tomorrow we shall go to Publix after my educational psychology class gets out!"
And so we did tonight.
We talked and chattered on our way there. Melissa pulled into the Publix parking lot. But then suddenly a white car drove by, making a strange loop around us. Then it just stopped, with hardly any room for us to budge! It started to squeeze past us, but I was certain it was going to hit us. As it drove by, I saw my life flash before my eyes. Here's why.
I am a terrible driver, and when I mean terrible, I mean that I have totaled two cars. Because of these bad experiences with driving, I freak out whenever I sense any possibility of getting in a wreck. From a passenger's viewpoint who doesn't know what the driver is doing, it can get really scary, really quick. So from my point of view with that swerving car, I was petrified. Yet Melissa drove the car right past the other driver, and pulled us safetly past him.
"That was a close one!" I blurted out. "We could have been hit!"
Melissa looked confused. "It was fine," she said.
Then I realized that from the passenger's viewpoint, who doesn't know what the driver is doing, everything is scary. But from the driver's point of view, they know exactly what they are doing, and there is nothing to worry about (as long as I'm not the driver).
Well, y'all, God is like that. God is the one taking us where we need to go in life. He's the driver. Sometimes, we have no clue how He's going to get us out of a tricky situation or why He's taking us down a bumpy road. From a passenger's viewpoint, we're scared, because we have no clue what the driver is doing. But from God's point of view, He knows exactly what He's doing, and even though we might not understand everything, He's taking us where we need to go, even if that includes a few bumps in the road. But most of all, there's nothing to worry about with God as our driver, because He defeated death. I reckon that's the most important thing I've learned in the teepee thus far.
"We need more food! I'm hungry! And I don't like ramen noodles as much as you do." Hmph. Picky eaters!! But I put on my best Seminole smile.
"Oh that's fine, Sissy Dearest," I said as Melissa rolled her eyes. "Tomorrow we shall go to Publix after my educational psychology class gets out!"
And so we did tonight.
We talked and chattered on our way there. Melissa pulled into the Publix parking lot. But then suddenly a white car drove by, making a strange loop around us. Then it just stopped, with hardly any room for us to budge! It started to squeeze past us, but I was certain it was going to hit us. As it drove by, I saw my life flash before my eyes. Here's why.
I am a terrible driver, and when I mean terrible, I mean that I have totaled two cars. Because of these bad experiences with driving, I freak out whenever I sense any possibility of getting in a wreck. From a passenger's viewpoint who doesn't know what the driver is doing, it can get really scary, really quick. So from my point of view with that swerving car, I was petrified. Yet Melissa drove the car right past the other driver, and pulled us safetly past him.
"That was a close one!" I blurted out. "We could have been hit!"
Melissa looked confused. "It was fine," she said.
Then I realized that from the passenger's viewpoint, who doesn't know what the driver is doing, everything is scary. But from the driver's point of view, they know exactly what they are doing, and there is nothing to worry about (as long as I'm not the driver).
Well, y'all, God is like that. God is the one taking us where we need to go in life. He's the driver. Sometimes, we have no clue how He's going to get us out of a tricky situation or why He's taking us down a bumpy road. From a passenger's viewpoint, we're scared, because we have no clue what the driver is doing. But from God's point of view, He knows exactly what He's doing, and even though we might not understand everything, He's taking us where we need to go, even if that includes a few bumps in the road. But most of all, there's nothing to worry about with God as our driver, because He defeated death. I reckon that's the most important thing I've learned in the teepee thus far.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
War Paint and Rain!
Here are some fun facts about me, your favorite ginger:
I am a Seminole until I die. Go Florida State University!
My teepee, also known as my apartment, is my home. (Yeah I could just call it my apartment, but that's no fun. Plus I'm a Seminole, and Seminoles live in teepees. Duh.)
Ever since I moved into this here teepee and became a Seminole, I've learned a few lessons here. I'll keep learning these lessons for the next two or three years while I finish my degree. And I'm determined to let you non-Indian folk know about the things that I learn here, so that maybe you can take it with you to your civilization. Bahaha I crack myself up!
So let's start with today's first lesson: War paint washes off in the rain.
Now let me explain. Yesterday was my first day at Florida State University. If you have ever been to this amazing school, you'll know that it is HUGE! A girl can get exhausted walking around there, and since I had most of my classes spread out across this huge campus over the course of eight hours, you know that I had a long day ahead of me. So I decided to dress comfy, with my FSU t-shirt on, old basketball shorts, and flip-flops. I was comfy, but I was a nasty lookin' Nole! So since I only had one class today and then the BCM worship service after that, I decided that I'd try to look somewhat attractive. I mean, I didn't have a lot to do today, so why not? I put on a cute little pink dress. I straightened my hair. I did a nice job on my makeup. Then it was time for me to go to my bus stop and catch the Seminole Express to the main FSU campus!
I stood there, waiting for my bus. I felt like Rebecca Black in her song "Friday"!
I waited some more. Some ant bit my foot. Grrr.
I started searching for the Osecola Route bus, but no one was coming. Suddenly, I felt something come down from the sky. Rain. And it was coming down faster than Rebecca Black goes to the bus stop to find her friends on Friday!
"Mehhhhh I hate my liffeee!" I whimpered after that stupid bus showed up, 15 minutes late. I was soaking wet, would barely make my next class, and the kind girl next to me politely told me that I had a twig on my dress from the rain. I knew that my makeup had completely washed off and that my hard work of trying to look good was all in vain. I was not only a nasty lookin' Nole, but one drenched in the Florida rain.
As I finished my Spanish class that day and started heading out towards the BCM, I realized something: why do I want to spend my whole life working on my image when it's just going to wash off in the rain? Why do I want to try to prove that I'm the prettiest, richest, smartest, coolest girl there is when in the end, all of that stuff is going to mean nothing at the end of the day? Just like make-up washes off in the rain, image washes away in life. I want to spend my life on the things that matter, like helping people, doing the right thing no matter what, forgiving people who have hurt me, and loving people like Jesus would. I want to serve people, not serve myself, because at the end of the day, none of that stuff will matter when the storm of life comes, just like all of my attempts to look pretty were in vain when the rain came.
I am a Seminole until I die. Go Florida State University!
My teepee, also known as my apartment, is my home. (Yeah I could just call it my apartment, but that's no fun. Plus I'm a Seminole, and Seminoles live in teepees. Duh.)
Ever since I moved into this here teepee and became a Seminole, I've learned a few lessons here. I'll keep learning these lessons for the next two or three years while I finish my degree. And I'm determined to let you non-Indian folk know about the things that I learn here, so that maybe you can take it with you to your civilization. Bahaha I crack myself up!
So let's start with today's first lesson: War paint washes off in the rain.
Now let me explain. Yesterday was my first day at Florida State University. If you have ever been to this amazing school, you'll know that it is HUGE! A girl can get exhausted walking around there, and since I had most of my classes spread out across this huge campus over the course of eight hours, you know that I had a long day ahead of me. So I decided to dress comfy, with my FSU t-shirt on, old basketball shorts, and flip-flops. I was comfy, but I was a nasty lookin' Nole! So since I only had one class today and then the BCM worship service after that, I decided that I'd try to look somewhat attractive. I mean, I didn't have a lot to do today, so why not? I put on a cute little pink dress. I straightened my hair. I did a nice job on my makeup. Then it was time for me to go to my bus stop and catch the Seminole Express to the main FSU campus!
I stood there, waiting for my bus. I felt like Rebecca Black in her song "Friday"!
I waited some more. Some ant bit my foot. Grrr.
I started searching for the Osecola Route bus, but no one was coming. Suddenly, I felt something come down from the sky. Rain. And it was coming down faster than Rebecca Black goes to the bus stop to find her friends on Friday!
"Mehhhhh I hate my liffeee!" I whimpered after that stupid bus showed up, 15 minutes late. I was soaking wet, would barely make my next class, and the kind girl next to me politely told me that I had a twig on my dress from the rain. I knew that my makeup had completely washed off and that my hard work of trying to look good was all in vain. I was not only a nasty lookin' Nole, but one drenched in the Florida rain.
As I finished my Spanish class that day and started heading out towards the BCM, I realized something: why do I want to spend my whole life working on my image when it's just going to wash off in the rain? Why do I want to try to prove that I'm the prettiest, richest, smartest, coolest girl there is when in the end, all of that stuff is going to mean nothing at the end of the day? Just like make-up washes off in the rain, image washes away in life. I want to spend my life on the things that matter, like helping people, doing the right thing no matter what, forgiving people who have hurt me, and loving people like Jesus would. I want to serve people, not serve myself, because at the end of the day, none of that stuff will matter when the storm of life comes, just like all of my attempts to look pretty were in vain when the rain came.
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