I was thinking about next year and how I don't have any idea where I'm headed in May. I've sent MFA applications to five schools around the country. The closest to home is six hours away. The closest to here is five hours away. Of all five schools, the one with the closest family friends is three hours, my friend Rebecca's extended family.
I began to think about Rebecca's little sister Kaitlyn who's finally on the uphill climb in her horrific battle with Lyme Disease. She has miraculously regained mobility but remains hyper-sensitive to touch, sound, light, smells, etc. She's made huge steps (no pun intended) but has a long way to go.
Katie: God, You've given her such a great testimony of spiritual strength through physical weakness. You're going to do such great things with Kait! I'm so excited to see it!
God: Actually, Katie, I'm not going to wait until she's healed to do great things with her. I'm doing great things with her right now. I'm using her as she is, where she is.
I began to think about how God can and is doing the same things in each of our lives. He's not waiting until we're healed, until we're in a middle-of-nowhere grad school, until we're all put together.
He is using us right now, where we are, as we are.
Being used,
<>< Katie
PS: For more about Kaitlyn's story, check out her caringbridge. You do have to register for the site but it's open to anyone with a (free) CaringBridge account.
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Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Have Pen; Will Travel
My life ends in May.
Or at least my calendar ends in May. In May, I will walk across the stage to receive a hard-earned diploma, but I have no idea where I'm going to walk when I descend the stage.
I'm praying by then I'll have it all figured out.
Today I started filling out five graduate school applications to study creative writing. I've been told getting a masters in creative writing is like getting a masters in violin: you're never going to use it.
Thanks for the encouragement!
The person who told me that went on to explain that I should do it because I love to write and I want to get better.
So I'm throwing caution into the wind and applying to MFA programs in five states around the country (only one of which have I ever visited before).
On tomorrow's to do list is updating my resume and applying for writing and editing jobs all over the country. So if you know anyone that needs a writer/editor, I can probably hook you up with a good one!
The next day I'll apply for hobo positions in mid-sized cities. Does anyone have a shopping cart I can borrow?
As I was mulling over these options and moping, I was having a nice facebook conversation with Casey. She provided the traditional suggestions: Have you considered journalism or teaching? Yes, thanks, and, no, I'm not interested.
She also provided me with some encouragement, said she was praying for me, and sent me on my way. It helped.
That night, as I was going to turn off my iPod off, "Peace Be Still" by Rush of Fools began to play.
I didn't sign. I didn't sing.
I sat cross-legged on my bed and let those words wash over me as God sang His daughter to sleep.
Come to Me, you who are weak.
Let My strength be yours tonight.
Come and rest, let My love be your bed
Let My heart be yours tonight.
Peace be still; peace be still.
Please be still and know that I AM God.
And know that I AM God.
Come empty cup, let Me fill you up.
I'll descent on you like a dove tonight.
Lift your head, let your eyes fall into Mine.
Let your fear subside tonight.
Peace be still, peace be still.
Please be still and know that I AM God.
And know that I AM God.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah...
The line that hit me the most was, "Please know [in your heart] that I AM God." I know that He is God. I know that He has it all figured out. I know that I don't have to know. But that doesn't give me peace.
Please know in your heart that I AM God.
<>< Katie
Writer's Notebook entry dated 12-30-10.
Update 1-20-11: Four of the applications are now complete, the resume is updated, Dad told me I'd make a good hobo (what the heck does that mean?), and the oldest working iPod known to man has since died (August 3, 2005-January 13, 2011).
Or at least my calendar ends in May. In May, I will walk across the stage to receive a hard-earned diploma, but I have no idea where I'm going to walk when I descend the stage.
I'm praying by then I'll have it all figured out.
Today I started filling out five graduate school applications to study creative writing. I've been told getting a masters in creative writing is like getting a masters in violin: you're never going to use it.
Thanks for the encouragement!
The person who told me that went on to explain that I should do it because I love to write and I want to get better.
So I'm throwing caution into the wind and applying to MFA programs in five states around the country (only one of which have I ever visited before).
On tomorrow's to do list is updating my resume and applying for writing and editing jobs all over the country. So if you know anyone that needs a writer/editor, I can probably hook you up with a good one!
The next day I'll apply for hobo positions in mid-sized cities. Does anyone have a shopping cart I can borrow?
As I was mulling over these options and moping, I was having a nice facebook conversation with Casey. She provided the traditional suggestions: Have you considered journalism or teaching? Yes, thanks, and, no, I'm not interested.
She also provided me with some encouragement, said she was praying for me, and sent me on my way. It helped.
That night, as I was going to turn off my iPod off, "Peace Be Still" by Rush of Fools began to play.
I didn't sign. I didn't sing.
I sat cross-legged on my bed and let those words wash over me as God sang His daughter to sleep.
Come to Me, you who are weak.
Let My strength be yours tonight.
Come and rest, let My love be your bed
Let My heart be yours tonight.
Peace be still; peace be still.
Please be still and know that I AM God.
And know that I AM God.
Come empty cup, let Me fill you up.
I'll descent on you like a dove tonight.
Lift your head, let your eyes fall into Mine.
Let your fear subside tonight.
Peace be still, peace be still.
Please be still and know that I AM God.
And know that I AM God.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah...
The line that hit me the most was, "Please know [in your heart] that I AM God." I know that He is God. I know that He has it all figured out. I know that I don't have to know. But that doesn't give me peace.
Please know in your heart that I AM God.
<>< Katie
Writer's Notebook entry dated 12-30-10.
Update 1-20-11: Four of the applications are now complete, the resume is updated, Dad told me I'd make a good hobo (what the heck does that mean?), and the oldest working iPod known to man has since died (August 3, 2005-January 13, 2011).
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