Holy rush week..

If there is one thing I have learned from rush week it's this...Are you ready? Cause I mean this with every fiber in my body. It's deep, so if you don't wanna think to hard just stop reading. Here goes...when in doubt.... twerk it out. Yes I said twerk. That is currently a dance move that this white girl can NOT do. During rush it's usually those moments towards the end of the week when everyone hits that point where you wanna curl up in fetal position and yell anytime someone looks your way. Dramatic? I think not. If you have been through rush you know what I mean. For AOII it was in these stress filled moments when suddenly a twerking frenzy happened. And all of the sudden you are laughing to hard to think about the drama of rush, and instead you are holding your side because you can't stop laughing. (one of the many reasons I am way too obsessed with AOII)

It's not that rush itself is horrid because it can actually be quite fun...especially when you get to dress up in an abnormally large panda suit and wake up your roommate while dancing to "Candy Shop"...or when you play dodgeball down your sororities hallway...(not that we did any of that?...)  Im 68% sure it is just the combination of the lack of sleep along with the hundreds of hormonal girls who start randomly crying for no apparent reason. It's almost as though no males even exist on the week of rush. Like every single male specimen living on Auburn's campus teams up and decides "HEY let's leave hundreds of girls for a week to fight each other for other girls". Cool guys...real cool.

For me my therapy was driving around Auburn listening to Mumford and Sons for about an hour to clear my head. It's like I was annoyed with myself. I was mad I was letting myself get too worked up about the whole entire thing. I just focused on the line from "Ghosts that We Knew"that says "So give me hope in the darkness, when I can't see the light". I got so focused on myself and the negatives. It's like I had to pull myself out of the equation and realize that no matter how badly I wanted a girl in my sorority it's not MY decision. It's ultimately not the girls either. It's all in God's hands and that is what I had to focus on. And in focusing on that all my stress went away and a peace came over me that could only be from the Lord.

I mean I could be off..but I think when we get to heaven God is not gonna ask "So what sorority did you go?!" In the grand scheme of life it sooo doesn't matter what sorority you end up in!! Don't get me wrong, God cares about what is happening in our lives. But, he cares more about our heart more than anything. Which sounds like a DUH comment, but just trust me...when you have been doing rush for a week all your priorities get out of whack. So oh how thankful I am for rush being over, but oh how much more thankful I am for the perspective God has taught me throughout this challenging week.