Just in case you've forgotten.

If you're looking for great writing, turn around. If you don't have a preference, here is my mind spit up from a couple months ago concerning some points I've noticed about relationships. Recently, anyway. And needed a reminder of.

1)   Relationships are messy. Relationships come in and out like the tide. One moment you are curious, one moment you are in love, one moment you are betrayed. Relationships change and ebb and flow, never remaining the same. Bahhaaa, can you even count on anything? That leads me to point 2.

2)  The only person you can really count on is the Lord. Not saying that I understand everything (if anything) about God, but He is the only one who is consistent. Even If you think people are “there for you”, and they very well may be, there are emotional needs you have that they can’t fill. You will always exist with an underlying dissatisfaction if God’s love isn't what you count on. Because guess what, people are failures.

3) When love does exist, it’s the most beautiful thing there is. I understand that my writing sounds like a 12 year old at the moment. At this point, I honestly feel a sense of simplicity that I wouldn't employ if I was presenting for an academic think tank. Main message being: when you are allowed to be free within a relationship, love does some things for you that can mend a lot of hurt.

4) Hugs are important. Massages are important. Warm blankets are important. Hot soup is important. Taking naps is important. Kissing is important. Writing letters is important. And cleaning up your dishes and not leaving them on the sink is important. These are issues of personal health that must never be ignored.

5) Holding babies is therapeutic. Babies are reliant upon other people for everything. Even if you are at your most broken, you are still capable of caring of someone else who needs you.

6) The best blessings come as surprises. A disposition of gratitude gives a sweetness to life that is 

irreplaceable. Honestly, I can’t express how wonderful some people have been to me along this terrifying journey. I could never asked for them. I could never imagined them. And the level of commitment and adoption they have shown to me is so undeserved, and makes me feel so cherished. The love of God is displayed and distributed through his children.

7) Music is ridiculously strong love language that I've overlooked for some reason. Fun fact: to men especially. (Biology things).

8) Men are idiots. Extremely lovable ones, but idiots all the same ;)

9) Women need affirmation of truth. Because lies spread faster and hotter than truth, and in moments of dependence and nativity, there needs to be a strong, trustworthy voice that reminds her of what a good decision actually is.

10) Accountability is real thing and a real necessary thing. What this has meant to me is that relationships in which neither party ever asks anything from the other suck. And I don’t mean in a way that the relationship is so demanding that it kills the souls of both parties. I just mean that there’s the established nature where each one wants to help the other. So when I really need something, you want to try to give it. And when you really need something, I want to be there to give it. Why is this social exchange seemingly so hard to come by? Yikes. We need help.

11)  Jealousy makes nothing better, and is only an internal sickness. Jealousy hurts the one who is jealous, and SOMETIMES an external party. It eats the inside away a lot faster than whatever caused it in the first place, though.

12) Solitude is okay. It’s also necessary. Relationships are needed and good and wonderful. …solitude is also a lifeline. Solitude can be oxygen in a loud and chaotic world. Solitude allows you to connect with the creator who is always the one to count on.

13) Love hurts. Desperately. Expectations will be too high and you will get broken. Brokenness isn't easy nor fun. But life is worth the hurt, so pursue being alive. And pursue being free from chains of oppression. Love radically and recklessly, let go of what holds you down. Just be ready to hit the bottom, because the bottom comes.

14) Every time you think you’re too far gone, He is there to remind you that you’re His. And tomorrow is a new day.

Redefine

How am I supposed to figure things out when the world holds all the cards?

People ask how I'm doing, or what they can pray for me about. That's all really nice,and I appreciate every one of these people from the depth of my soul. In response I tell them that life is crazy but I'm loving it, or that things are hard but spring break is soon. Sometimes I'll tell them a story about an exam from that day or weird anecdote from a professor.

These things are true, but when I'm by myself I think different things. I become more... demanding in my search for an answer the question of, "how am I?" ..

I will let you know how I am when life stops spinning at 75 mph. When is there a moment to feel okay? Is there any time to feel content? Any afternoon where I can sit in reflection absolutely guilt-free? No! Are you crazy?!

I've spent a nice portion of my existence feeling naive. My house was a place of filled love, comfort, and safety... and protection from the big bad world. How wonderfully blessed I have been; not deserving at all on my own. But this meant for a lot of learning in a public school. A lot of learning in the city. Shocked glances and nervous stammers... sitting quietly at a cafeteria table. Let me tell you, I hated not knowing. Even today I attempt to stand boldly in conversations where the other party has a clear home team advantage. I want the playing field to be even, and I certainly don't want you using your information against me.

So as far as figuring out my life? I have no clue where to head next... while it seems like everybody else does. It seems like everyone else and their mother and their mothers' super successful friends who are senators, surgeons, and new age theorists have an EXACT idea of what this life means, while I sit here in a plan where all bets are off. How do you decide what to make of your only life when the world seems limitless? Not only is it limitless, but you're supposed to willingly try to fight its evils while it jeers at you, holding out it's boxing-gloved fists.

It's even the mere desire to have a plan that's annoying. Part of me wants to call it quits. I won't need to figure out who I am if I wait tables at a beach-side restaurant in Oahu. That would be good enough, I think. Then I wouldn't have to worry about philosophies, interviews, school debts and theological debates. I wouldn't have to search my heart as I attempt to heal pain, I wouldn't have to listen and heed the charges to fight to make better lives for others. I'll just disappear from what I know altogether, concentrating on attaining a master tan and perfectly highlighted hair... However, in these flippant fantasies I still can't remove the image cemented into my mind. It's me carrying a blond six-year-old from last summer. Carrying her little heart. Oh right, I think. There's a reason I care about what is happening here. People like that spunky babygirl keep my feet on the ground.

God takes care of us, and he takes care of me. I know that. It's not the relational aspect that I don't understand. It's how to interact with the world in which we've been placed. I want to know that I am acting fully and well in a world where I know how to reach out to the man that is homeless on S. Wacker. Living powerfully and not caring to climb the ladder of the elites who dine before the opera. What a constant paradox we balance, that exceeds social order and class systems, family legacies and physical limitations; how to interact with a limited world in a person-hood created by Yahweh, the divine?

So, dear merciless world, who seems to have everything figured out. With your Ted Talks and wildly successful black markets, prized art, genetically modified foods, and talk show hosts who seem to know it all, just give me a frickin' break. I will probably need help finding the subway. I will probably buy enough frappucinos to equal the fabricated value of eight Louis Vuitton bags, and fluster over my words as I try to reach my new neighbor with the story of Jesus that demands our attention. Just don't laugh at my need to be taught, and if you could, PLEASE, slow the heck down.