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Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Half the Battle.

Usually waking up at 9:45 a.m. would be a treat, but when you're on Christmas vacation waking up at 9:45 a.m. feels like 6 a.m. But let me just say that when Jackie Basik tells you to be awake and ready to go to the gym at 9 a.m., you wake up at 9 a.m. dagumit. She's scary when she's mad...

Needless to say today we woke up and headed to Lifetime Fitness to attend a lovely cardio fitness class. Personally, I don't love classes. I feel pressure to keep up and to hold the lunge position for just a little bit longer then the lady next to me so that I feel like America's Next Top Model.

So that's exactly what I will do. I'll hold that lunge positon until I realize as I'm in the lunge position that I can't feel my legs anymore and proceed to make that "AUUUAHHHHHH GAH" sound while trying to stand up. Then quickly soft smile to the instructor so she knows I'm not going to pass out.

I always secretly hope the instructor isn't going to show up, but let me tell you something....she is ALWAYS there. It's the worst.

I also figured out today as I was in the middle of struggling through my tricep dips that I never regret doing these classes. I get a way better work out doing these classes because I have an instructor to listen to. I realized that I want the results without actually going to the classes.

I want to be more fit without going to the gym. I want to look like Taylor Swift simply by sitting on the couch watching One Tree Hill. After years of trying that method, I have come to the sad realization that that method ain't gonna fly.

Similar to my quiet times, I have realized that showing up is half the battle.

Once I'm at the gym I walk straight to the room and begin the death class, I mean cardio class and within an hour I'm done. I'm in better shape at the end of each workout and I feel closer to my goal. I listen to what the instructor tells me to do, do it, and that is when I begin to feel my body change.

So often I pray that I will grow closer to the Lord and get to know him on a personal level. Then, I proceed with my week and choose to ignore my alarm clock that wakes me up for my quiet time so that I can sleep 30 minutes longer. It's the same thing as working out, I want the results without putting the time in.

I am never going to know Jesus better if I am not pursuing a relationship with him daily. Similar to a workout instructor, Jesus is never not there. Often times we don't show up, but don't think for a second Jesus isn't wishing that you would.

In the same way I won't get fit if I don't go to the gym, we will never strengthen our relationship with Jesus if we don't purpose to make time for him.

After I spend time in the word and actively pursue the Lord I NEVER regret it. I feel closer to my goal of knowing Him on a deeper level every time. Once I open my Bible and begin my conversation with Jesus as if he is sitting right next to me, the results come. The relationship deepens. Doors open and prayers are answered. I think the real issue is putting aside our own wants and desires in order to pursue Christ.

It may take effort to get there, but once you're there you never regret it. Showing up is simply half the battle.

"To have found God & still pursue Him is the souls paradox of love." -A.W. Tozer


Wednesday, November 5, 2014

The knot in my back.

I am just slightly confused right now. This entire week I have not had much to do. No big tests or group projects. No meetings. I had so much free time that yesterday I cooked! Okay well... I made a salad for dinner. BUT do you know how much effort it takes in college to make a salad? Okay not that much, but still. I had time to make food. Mind blown.

Usually each hour of my day is strategically planned out down to a solid 2 minute bathroom break. Okay I'm being dramatic (are you surprised?), but for real my days have become a mass collection of places I need to be or things I should be doing. Don't get me wrong. I absolutely LOVE the things I'm involved in at Auburn. It's what keeps me proactive and it also allows me to appreciate the days I get an hour to watch Grey's Anatomy on Netflix.

But it's weird not having anything to be doing and I found myself feeling guilty for not being busy. How messed up is that? It's like the constant stress of having somewhere to be is keeping me sustained and that my friends is what is wrong with our society...or maybe just me.

We have got to stop the glorification of busy. 

Yes, life is busy. I get that. And oddly enough I really do love how busy my days are. They are full of some freaking cool people I get to surround myself with and organizations I feel blessed to simply be a part of. These things are good. These things are the Lord's small yet incredible blessings he puts in my life.

It's when the idea of being busy becomes our idol and constant focus that we are in sin.

These things become a problem when we begin to glorify them and not the Lord. When we become so obsessed with the next hour of today, instead of becoming obsessed with the one who gave us today. I have found myself glorifying the idea of being busy all the time. Blahhh. 

But wow I am so glad for days like today. Days where I can breathe. Days that I don't have a knot in my back from being stressed out. I forgot how wonderful it is to not be busy. Glorifying the idea of being busy is such an easy trap to get caught in. Trust me...I'm in college too. I get it. But how sad would it be if we looked back at our lives and only remembered the stress of life and brushed over the quiet, simple moments that God places in front of us?

The moment we stop putting the Lord first over our busy little lives is the moment it all stops mattering. None of the awesome things you may be doing is relevant if God isn't the one being glorified throughout it all.

Wouldn't it be nice if we would all just slow down and breathe? Maybe if we glorify HIM instead of the constant focus on being busy our lives would look different.

So stop going and doing and stressing constantly. Stop dwelling on what your GPA is going to be or the four different meetings you have on Friday. Stop making the phrase "I'm just so busy" a part of your everyday vocabulary. Stop idolizing the blessings God gives us and focus on HIM.

Acknowledge the fact that it's OKAY to be happy with a calm day and thank the Lord for the days where the knot in your back is gone.



"So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they are busy doing things they THINK are important. This is because they are chasing the wrong things." -Morrie Schwartz

"Half an hour's meditation with Jesus is essential, except when you are busy. Then a full hour is needed." - Saint Francis de Sales

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

21 & Invisalign.

Last week on Monday I turned the big 2-1. Let me just say, it was fun. Don't worry mom, not too much fun. It was the perfect way to spend a 21st birthday. My friends planned me a "surprise fiesta" and after a good bit of fun chaos, some of us ended up sitting on the front porch playing cards until 1 a.m. I realized after that night I have never felt more mature...which is ironic because the entire night I ran around with a tiny sombrero on my head and a fake mustache on my face.

Anyway, I felt old. Not your, "let's play bingo and watch The Golden Girls until 10 p.m." old. But the old like when I walk past the alcohol aisle in Kroger I want to yell " I CAN BUY YOU AND YOU AND YOU! (followed by an evil laugh of course). I think subconsciously I began to think I was cool. Little did I know what God had planned.

About 2 months ago I got fitted for Invisalign. Essentially braces, just clear and removable so you can eat. Can't get much better right?! Yeah, that's what I thought too. So last Friday, my trays came in. I turned 21 on Monday and got a lisp on Friday. I kid you not I feel like Darla from Finding Nemo. That is quite dramatic, I'll admit. It is clear and from five feet away you can't even see them. But, my words have become harder to say and my mouth feels full...all the time. I feel like a football player who always has to wear his mouth guard. Zero fun sir. (Remember the Titans reference...#neverforget)

The same year I'm legal is the same year I feel like I just got braces put on. Don't get me wrong. I'm thankful that in a year I will have straight teeth, but I've decided this year is going to be a humbling year.

If I have learned one thing lately it's this: don't pray for something if you don't want it to be answered. Within the past month I prayed a prayer. I prayed that God would become my security and humble me. I thought it got lost in the crowd up there in heaven or that maybe God just forgot about it. But God doesn't play around with prayers y'all and I've decided I'm glad.

The moment I got cocky is the same moment God said, "Hey Brianna, you're not all that and a bag of chips." The moment I got cocky, is the moment God showed me He is my only source of security. The moment I got cocky, God gave me a lisp. The moment I got cocky is the same moment God answered my prayers.

He is my security. He is the only thing I can take pride in. 21 and Invisalign. Look at that combination, and just when I thought God didn't hear my prayer.

"True beauty comes from a person who boldly and unabashedly knows who they are in Christ."









Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Belly Laughing.

Did you know that it is statistically proven that if you smile or laugh (even when you're not watching Elf) that something in your brain happens and you actually become happier? Can you tell I'm not a Neurologist...?

Within the past week of sorority rush I have cried laughing and woken up with some seriously sore abs. I'm not gonna lie to you though, there were many moments I did not feel like laughing or even smiling. Waking up at 5 am is not my cup of tea. To many people rush is dumb and just all fake conversations and smiles. And yes, there are moments that seem to be that way. But I will say, it's a process that works. Don't ask me why or to explain it because I can't. Honestly, I don't even know how I got into a sorority considering my severe lack of a filter during conversations. And yet as cliche as it may sound, rush is such a perfect example of God's sovereignty.

It is a week where there is no other choice but to acknowledge God's presence and his perfect placement. Boo hoo Brianna, you didn't get your "rush crush" (if you're a guy you just said HUH GAYYY). But that's why I have a love/hate relationship with rush. I get so worked up, but then quickly realize that my "rush crush" ended up in a sorority where she will thrive. Why? Because that is where GOD wants her to be and suddenly I shut myself up and rush is SO cool again.

Another thing God taught me was to smile, and smile often. Even when you don't feel like it. Let's be honest for moment. Many days during rush I wanted to scream and yell "HEY GUESS WHAT? I DON'T CARE WHAT YOUR MAJOR IS BECAUSE I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT MY BED FEELS LIKE!" But they highly discouraged that... So instead I smiled and gradually it not only became natural and comfortable, but genuine. I'm not saying I was fake half the week and real the other half.  I'm saying that God taught me that when we smile, no matter what the circumstances, HE sees us and HE smiles too.

So in a bizarre way rush started my junior year out in a positive way. Because of rush I am going to make my goal for the year to smile, and smile often. I want to make God belly laugh this year. I want to make sure when he looks down at my life he is overjoyed with how I am living. Even when life throws unappetizing situations in our lap, let's make it our goal to smile, and smile often.

"I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don't want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines and sing out loud in the car with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes and read books so good they make me jump up and down, and I want my everyday to make God belly laugh, glad that he gave life to someone who loves the gift."

Cold Tangerines by Shauna Niequist






Sunday, July 13, 2014

Stories to Tell.

Studying abroad in Italy or maybe working at a Young Life camp. That would have been the answer for my ideal summer. But I can 1000% guarantee you that eating a subpar Zoe's salad with an 83-year-old lady from church would be nowhere NEAR my summer plans. Not even in the same proximity. I would have been trying really hard to tan somewhere on a beach in Italy in my ideal summer plans. It's funny the way God doesn't abide by what we have planned and boy am I glad.

One afternoon lunch with this precious lady from church has altered the way I go about life.

Marcie. Last week Mrs. Marcie May invited my mother, my aunt and I to lunch at her home. This woman is 83 and made me laugh harder than any Chris Farley SNL skit. (...when SNL was good) Also she was just plain cute. Picture the little old wife from UP and then add like 5 golden retriever puppies sitting around her and that is how cute Mrs. Marcie is. It just doesn't get much cuter.

She became a Christian when she was in her 40s and since then has woken up every morning saying, "Abba, what are we doing today?" Every. Single. Morning. She looks forward to waking up every morning and listening to Jesus' instructions for her day. She told me how she has had the most FUN days of her life by just waking up and walking daily with Jesus. And she has stories. She has SO many stories about her encounters with the same people me and you encounter daily, but in her stories... she shares Jesus with them.

I think we make Jesus boring in our minds. Okay fine, I make Jesus boring in my mind. Maybe not good to admit, but it's true. I put Him in a box. But after talking to Mrs. Marcie I could feel the walls beginning to fall. I walked away so incredibly PUMPED about Jesus! I want to be a funny, spunky, Jesus-loving 83 year-old lady sharing Christ with the bakers at Publix.

I was sitting next to her eating lunch and I felt like a sponge. I felt like Jesus' love was literally pouring out of her and strait onto me. At one point I got so excited/inspired by Mrs. Marcie that I wanted to pick her fragile little body up and squeeze her as tight as possible...but she is on blood thinners so I opted not to.

My mom asked Mrs. Marcie what was the biggest regret she has. Her answer? She wishes she wouldn't have been so stubborn towards God.

So no, I didn't go to Italy or get the chance to go to a Young Life camp, but I consider myself honored to have gotten to enjoy one afternoon with Mrs. Marcie May. What a humbling reminder that it doesn't matter how old I am, I should be waking up daily saying, "Abba, what are we going to do today?" Oh how glad I am that Mrs. Marcie has helped break down the boring box I put Jesus in and shown my the FUN I get to have by waking up with Him each morning. I can only pray when I'm 83 I will have had endless encounters with Jesus and dozens of stories to tell.

"They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green, proclaiming, "The Lord is UPRIGHT; he is my rock, and there is no wickedness in him."

Psalm 92:14


Monday, June 9, 2014

Turn and Run.

This summer I have made a new friend. Clive. Clive Staples Lewis. You may know him as C.S. Lewis. Well, regretfully I doubt we would've been friends. He probably would have spoken five words to me and I would have walked away scratching my blonde hair in confusion. The man was brilliant.

I never thought one dead man could affect my walk with Jesus so much.

This book, "The Screwtape Letters" is written from one demon, Screwtape, to his apprentice, Wormwood, giving Wormwood advice on how to destroy mortals. Everything is backwards. When he writes, "the Enemy" he is referring to God. When he writes, "the Kingdom" he is talking about Hell. Did I mention he was brilliant?

This book has changed the way my mind works. It has given me perspective into the mind of Satan and let me tell you something, he too is also brilliant. Satan is sneaky and manipulative. He is smart and ruthless. He is deceptive and unpredictable.

But let me tell you another thing I have learned, he is NOT unstoppable.

Satan does whatever he can to distract us from having an eternal perspective. He does whatever he can to turn our minds away from Jesus and toward the desires of the world.

The more this book makes me aware of his tactics, the more I begin to see the importance of our foundation and depth in our relationship with God. The deeper our foundation with Jesus is, the more challenging it is for Satan to accomplish his goals. Satan's tactics WILL work if we are not rooted in the gospel.

C.S. Lewis reminds me of the power we have through Jesus. Sure, Satan is powerful, but oh how much more powerful we are when we have Jesus on our side.

We can't let Satan win. Even the small things. We must refuse to skip church because we are "too sleepy." We must refuse to spend an hour watching T.V. before bed when we could be diving into the word. We must refuse to laugh at the things Jesus cringes at. We must refuse to be silent in the opportunities Jesus would seize! What a POWERFUL GIFT it is to have Jesus on our side!

What a wonderful warning he has given me through this book. Satan is active. He is moving and working and doing things daily in our lives. He is not just a mythical red-horned man with a pitchfork. It's ironically fantastic though because the more aware I am of Satan, the more aware I am of the constant work Jesus is doing in my daily life.

What a needed challenge to all of us to look for the signs of Satan, turn from them, and run into the arms of God.

"Indeed the safest road to hell is the gradual one-the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones and without signposts." -Screwtape

"Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand." Eph. 6:10-13

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Finding the GOOD.

Finals. Lol. Am I right?

Everyone keeps saying, "One test at a time" or "Just don't stress about the future! Be in the moment."

Halt. Halt right there.

Can we just be honest for a split second? Brace yourself because you are about to take a glimpse into what I like to call Brianna's stream of consciousness during the week of finals:

You're supposed to focus on the moment, on that specific test, yet all that matters is how that test will effect your GPA... and how your GPA will effect what job you get...and how if you get a low paying job you won't be able to eat....and if you can't eat neither can your dog...and then you're running around the house trying to feed your animal and you slip and bust your head open....oh but guess what?! You can't afford an operation!!! So now you're sitting in your shack, alone...very alone (don't kid yourself, you can't afford to date someone), with a dead starved dog and a busted head. DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN.

Yeah live in the moment my butt.

After my thoughts snowball out of control, the simplest most genius thought someone once told me comes to mind. You know when you are complaining and moaning about your problems/worries/(cough cough...FINALS) and you list all your worries then end by saying, "...but I trust God's plan!" FALSE. Oh so false. You cannot worry and trust God at the same time. It is just not a thing. Wait, I'm wrong, it is a thing some like to call a oxymoron.

Trust me, I don't have my head buried in the Jesus sand. I know it's hard to trust God with all the little things, especially exams. Feels impossible sometimes. I mean the entire reason we are in school is to succeed in the future and if you don't do well on exams how is this possible? Okay, yes this is true, but think about the fact that God already knows your grades and they are perfect. Maybe not a perfect A, but the perfect grades for you. No matter what circumstances happen in your lifetime, God is doing what He knows is best for you at the time. May sound cliche, but I don't care because that truth has carried me through difficult days.

Maybe God created finals week to see which of his children will praise Him during a week where there seems to be little to celebrate. (I'm pretty sure it's not to boost sales for Starbucks coffee and Five Hour Energy Drinks...)

So take advantage of finals week. Look at this as a week to praise Jesus for friends to pull all nighters with and Diet Coke that still tastes good at 4 a.m. Most importantly, use this week to be the person who exemplifies God's faithfulness. Be the person people look at, but immediately see a glimpse of Jesus' calm and trusting personality. Be a light this week that glorifies Christ even when you're borderline B/C in Marriage and Family (like WUT...I'm smart I promise). TRUST that God thought out your life down to this very moment you would be reading this blog and stop worrying because that just won't help.

God is good. His plan for you is good. Life is good. Okay say it with me...FINALS ARE GOOD.

"For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the GLORY that is to be revealed to us. And we know that for those who love God all things work together for GOOD, for those who are called according to his purpose."

 Romans 8:18, 28

Monday, April 7, 2014

Rain or Shine.

Seven in the morning. That is when my eyes shot open today. Trust me, it was not voluntary. I would've bet money a tornado was whirling about outside my window. It was just rain, yet suddenly I was in a bad mood. I was going to have to walk to my classes in RAIN?! (Like OMG. I just like can't even..)  Literally had not even started my day and already I was slightly ticked off because the weather conditions.

It's just funny to me how the smallest things can happen and all of the sudden your entire day is snowballing into "the worst day ever". Maybe it's just me and my slightly fabricated spin I put on things.....nah. It's you too. You know it's true. When you start complaining to someone about how bad your day has been you probably add in your long list of complaints, "AND it's raining."(How dare God not make every single day sunny...)

If you believe in God's sovereignty then you believe that God is 100% fully aware that it is raining outside right now...AND not only did he make it rain, but he allowed it to rain for a reason. Maybe God wanted to see how many people would wake up like I did and complain for 5 minutes before getting out of bed in comparison to how many people would wake up and say "Thank you Jesus for another day to serve you and jump in rain puddles." (called OUT)

Why do we let such minuscule things in our life have such a tight grip on the happiness of our day?

Music. It's a beautiful day. Not a cloud in the sky. Finish classes. Just ate Panda Express. Feeling good. (Maybe not that good...)You get back to your dorm room and no one is in there. Lights are off. You turn on your computer and tap that Pandora button. First radio station on is Coldplay. Don't even think about getting me wrong, I love me some Coldplay, but nothing brings the mood lower than that band. One song and suddenly all you wanna do is watch movies all day and Instagram coffee with a sappy quote.

Same day happens, but instead of Coldplay playing first, who pops up? Uh oh.......it's yo guh KE$HA! And just like that you're painting your face and feeling like P-Diddy. The rest of your day is most likely gonna be full of spunk.

It's just comical to me how things like music or the weather can be so influential because they shouldn't matter. God sent Jesus to die on a cross so that we can live. We make that previous sentence way too casual. Jesus DIED a painful, long death for YOU. He was thinking of YOUR name. He was dying for YOU. And He didn't have to. He had zero obligations. You didn't do anything to deserve it. He did it strictly out of love. THAT, that right there should be our constant joy everyday.

We need to quit letting our joy be determined by the tiniest events in our day. Maybe we start looking at why God allows for little things to happen instead of complaining about them.

He has a reason behind EVERY single thing he allows in your day. Whether it's you cracking your phone or tripping in class, He has a hidden agenda. ("Sneaky brown noser with a hidden agenda" #LizzieMcguire....you SO were thinking that too.)

I like wondering what God is doing. Why he allows what he allows in my life may not make sense and may seem pointless, but I am quite sure it is important in some way, shape or fashion. I think he likes keeping us on our toes.

God is in control of it all. Period.

If our joy is truly found in the cross, we have NO excuse to not be full of JOY everyday...rain or shine.

“For you shall go out in JOY and be led forth in peace; the mountains and the hills before you shall break forth into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands."
       Isaiah 55:12




















Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Thanks Webster.

Webster's dictionary defines the word average as: A level that is typical for a group, class, or series. Stop. Stop now. I know what you are thinking. What a TERRIBLE way to start a blog post. I couldn't agree more. But really, I think I just put myself to sleep.

Average is how I feel like I am often described. "You're an average student." If I had a dollar for every time I was told that I think I could buy the freaking Eiffel Tower...or maybe just a lot of baguettes. I'm never the kid in class with the 99 on a test, but I'm usually not the one who gets a 30 on the test either (...that was only ONE time). I AM an average student. At first I hated that because in my mind average is usually forgotten and not important. But, that my friends is what my mama calls, "a lie from the pit of hell."

I think for me I begin to subconsciously think that God doesn't have time for the "average" people. I get stuck in my mind that God only focuses on the super smart super important people. You know...those people we all secretly hate who get 500 likes on their instagram (kidding). I start to think God will use only them because they are not what Webster defines "a typical group or class." What a bunch of lies. Every single person God creates has meaning and by NO means is forgotten by God. Whether you are failing school or doing fabulous, He has called YOU. He made YOU perfectly the way he wanted you. Quit questioning God.

He didn't just put people on this earth for kicks and giggles. He is going to use you and me, but the moment we start to doubt that is the moment we get overly focused on what the world says about us. It doesn't matter if the world defines you as average. Who gives a rat's butt...(thought about using another word...then thought eh better not.) I have this feeling God is going to be so frustrated if we waste all our time here focusing on what others think, as oppose to what He thinks.

Honestly, not one of us is "qualified" to be used by God. However, if you are a Christian, you are able. We gotta stop having a pity party and pull our big girl pants up. Start each day with this, "God I know it is only you who makes me able. Show me today how you can use me to further your kingdom." BOOM.

He calls the people who think they are not qualified. He WILL use you if you let him.

For now, I will wait each day to see where God wants to use me. How dare I begin to get frustrated that I am the way God made me. If the God that created every single aspect of the UNIVERSE wants me to be average then by all means, i'll rock the "average student" title. I don't deserve anything God gives me. The fact he gave me a brain to think with is a blessing. I am fully confident that God knows what He is doing up there. So honestly, I think i'll survive being called average.

"But he said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me... For when I am weak, then I am strong."
        
         2 Corinthians 12:9-10



Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Concourse Hours.

Do you ever have a moment that describes your entire life perfectly? Maybe that one thing you say or do and you walk away thinking how that single moment pretty much summed up your entire life. For me most of these happen walking down the concourse to class, and I quickly come to the conclusion that as always...this is as good as it's gonna get (thank you Mia Thermopolis).

Let me explain. Usually when you are walking to class many others are also walking to class. So the odds of me walking past someone I know is oddly high. Well actually wait, half of the time I think I see someone I know and make eye contact with them for just long enough to realize it's definitely not anyone I know.

I kid you not many times I have started to wave and MID-WAVE I realize once again, I have never seen them before. Let me just describe to you what my mid-wave looks like...it's that awkward half smile where you don't show your teeth and raise your hand up to wave, but right when you realize it's a stranger, you drop that hand like Beyonce' dropped her new album. Awka-awkward.

Just to snowball off that story..then there was the moment I was walking to class and I saw a girl I actually did know. She was walking right by me. She waved. I waved. Things were going smooth. Until I went to say "Hey! How are you?!"  (...as if she is going to say "Terrible my dog died" in 10 seconds?) and instead of actually saying it, I mouthed it...we were 5 feet away from each other. Son of a nutcracker. WHY?! NO WORDS CAME OUT, but my lips moved! I walked away and immediately wanted to turn around and yell "I can speak I swear!"

And those are just a few of the awkward encounters I have had...sooo there's that. But the more I think about it the more I love these painfully awkward encounters. I truly think it is God's way of saying "Laugh a little and don't take life so seriously." Walking to class or to take a test can be such a mood killer. Rarely do you see someone pumped to go take a test. It's funny to think about how stressed we get before a test. I mean yes, tests are important, but when you look back at life are you gonna think "Man...I remember this one test." No, I would bet big bucks you won't.

So to me, these awkward moments are good for the soul. I think God is cracking himself up in Heaven watching me walk down the concourse. Gosh I'm so glad God has a sense of humor. I love to think about how it's the days like today when I have a test and I'm not feeling to peppy, God knows how to lighten the mood. So... next time you do something that is so awkward you wanna curl up in fetal position, just laugh it off and thank God for the little reminder that life just isn't meant to be so serious.