Testimony - Staff Training 2010

The last week or so has been an interesting week spiritually. I am being to (dare I say) trust again. I think I am learning to trust God with the small things and in a weird way it shows me how big He really is. If He has time to hear my small stuff, how much more does he care about the big stuff. Well, big stuff to me anyway.

I came across a verse the other day, looking for a different one. (Apparently I need to re-memorize my Scripture. I’ve forgotten the references to just about everything.) 1 Peter 5:10-11 – It’s only part of 10 that really speaks to me. “ And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.” In the grand scheme of things, God has made many more people suffer for much long than I have had to. But the better part of three years seemed like long enough for me. And I am not out of the woods yet, not by a long shot, but its better than it used to be.

So for part of staff training I have to give my testimony tomorrow night…I haven’t done that since the last time I worked at camp…maybe not even then. So I guess I want to write it out so I don’t say something stupid. Just give myself some guides.

My testimony sounds just about like everyone elses here at camp. Born in a Christian home in a small town in Iowa. Dad was a police officer, mom was a teacher. I never felt the need to make trouble. I was baptized when I was in third grade. I went to awanas, youth, triennial, I started coming to camp when I was in third grade, I was on the youth leadership team, I completed evangelism explosion, led see you at the pole for 4 years, if it had anything to do with God, I did it. I started working at camp the summer after my 8^th grade year I think, I never went to a high school camp, I just started working here…and that’s been 10 years ago…wow.

5 years ago I moved out to Colorado for massage school. (Massage blurb) I loved, love, love, love, love Colorado. Met my best friends there, just made some major memories there.

But like Ric said in his testimony, there is a difference between knowing God in your head, and knowing God in your heart. I thought I knew God in my heart, because of all that I knew about Him. I am very much my fathers daughter in that I could tell you how something works in theory, but in actuality, I’ve never done it.

About 2.5 years ago, it all started to go wrong. A serious boyfriend broke up with me, lost a well paying job that I hated, had 2 major medical issues with no insurance that created medical bills to rival my yearly income at the time, I lost my house and had to move back home to Iowa…to my home town to my parents house. I have never cried more or been so mad at God as when I was driving out of the Yampa Valley. I had never felt like such a failure in my whole life. At that point, I started comparing. “why doesn’t God bless me like he does that family?” “why is that person bad and they get EVERYTHING?!” Comparison is every bit as toxic as Tom was saying it is the other night. And as I was leaving the valley, I remember telling God I didn’t want anything to do with Him. He’d messed up my life enough. What had I ever done to him?

When I got back to Iowa, I had no friends basically. I was closer to camp, but that was 3.5 hours away and I was broke. I was SO BORED. So I got involved with some negative groups and activities that I had been curious about for awhile. My thought was “well, God isn’t a part of my life anymore, so I don’t have to worry about that judgement and that guilt.” So continued to be apart of that group for …about a year.

When I was in the LaCrosse Barnes and Noble last summer with a bunch of staff, they all gravitated towards the Christian book section and I thought ”…fine…I’ll follow, only because they expect me to.” Low and behold there was a book there called Angry conversations with God. This woman essentially takes God to marriage counseling to figure out whats wrong with their relationship. What sold me on the book, was in the intro (so nicely labeled “just because this is the intro DON’T SKIP IT!) She was talking to her friend Mary saying “I know God is good, Mary, He’s just not good to me.” This woman was speaking my language! I was tired of being angry last summer. I was also tired of being one person around one group, and a different person around another group, trying to remember who I’d told what to, who didn’t know at all, etc. I was tired of being mad. I read that book and re-read it and it made a lot of sense to me, which was what I needed. I needed a jumping off point. So this last year almost, has been rough, I am by no means out of the woods…on anything actually. Im still dealing with things from Colorado, I don’t talk to the group of people was hanging out with anymore…so that’s a step in the right direction. But I will always have those experiences in my head, that baggage for lack of a better word. But as of the last few months, I’ve had closer friendships with people who’ve had a great impact on me. They’ve provided great conversation which is what I crave and definitely being back in the valley here has had a great impact on me. Just a few days ago, I had a God moment, which is what I used to call a coincidence, when I was looking up a Bible verse. I was looking for the one that said ‘His grace is sufficient for me.’ But I picked up another Bible and looked under Grace and it showed me 1 Peter 5:10.

So this is my rebuild time. I have suffered, God brought me through a desert, a dark time, I’ve gone thru things no one should have to go thru, let alone at 22-23. I’m hopeful for the first time in a long time. I’m excited to see God work. And now that I’ve been all this crap, it gives bible verses new meaning. 5 years ago that verse meant next to nothing. A hard time was a bad afternoon in the kitchen at camp, or a family fight….I know now, what suffering is. I know what its like to cry out to God for a break, only to see the next wave rolling in. So now, I’m looking for God in the small things…like please God, let the chicken get done in time for lunch. And if God can take care of my small stuff, how much more should I rely on Him for the big stuff? I can’t even make a comparison from how I was 5 years ago to now. This time around its going to be different and I’m really excited about that.

Taking a cue from a great friends Blog I have decided to make a list of things I think are attractive in guys.

PS - Check out my friend Trinettes Blog at http://trinettekaiser.blogspot.com/

I love her! She is an honest, powerful, creative, passionate God loving whirlwind and I love when I get to hang out with her!

My list is as follows :

Love Handles

nerdy non-obscene t-shirt collections

Scottish, Irish, British or Australian accents...ok, most accents

the ability to discuss without arguing

uniforms!

having man-skills ie: hunting, cars, etc

travel

Zach Braff, Seth Rogan, Tyson Ritter, Adam Lambert (...yes, I know!!), Jeffery Dean Morgan

curly hair, baldies or red heads

a great laugh and sense of humor

laying in the grass under a tree and talking

Hockey games

loves animals

- except for cats

facial hair and stubble

big thighs

trucks

glasses

good kisses

cooking

appreciates art, music - culture, etc

an open mind and soft heart

showing emotion

being able to be in each others company but not HAVE to fill every silence

Great, easy smile and gives good hugs

For years I have had the description of the Lover in Song of Songs 5:10-16 bookmarked in my Bible because 1) the description appeals to me :) 2) I believe if I am supposed to be with someone, and God knows the desires of my heart, my man will bear a striking (although non-coincidental) resemblance to this description. Call me crazy, but I've thought that for years.

So, whilst I enjoy my season of singleness, I will be wishin' and hopin' and thinkin' and prayin' for my Song of Songs man :)

Coffee for One

So lately I’ve been saying how happy I am. But now, today, I don’t know. I’ve been so happy because I am dating someone. I was happy single. But it’s been nice to have someone want me. I haven’t had that for a long, long time. I’ve been thinking just today, “do I want this?” “Is this person the best there is for me?” If it is, quite honestly that makes me very sad. He’s a nice person, I for the most part enjoy his company. I love that he wants to touch me. I like cooking for someone who enjoys my cooking. And the look on people’s faces when I say I am dating someone…that makes me sad too. Like they are happy I’m with someone no matter who it is. So much importance is placed on a persons ability to attract a mate. And if you are alone, “Well, you must be deficient in some way.” “Why doesn’t anyone want to be with you?” You are too fat, too independent, too loud and outspoken, too intelligent or too intellectual. A life of chosen singlehood is relatively unheard of outside of the church. And while I have told more people than I should have about this relationship, because I wanted them to know I was dating, I wish I wouldn’t have. I was happy for all the reasons listed above, but I doubt it’s a forever thing. And I don’t know that I want to marry him. He is a good man, a decent and caring man. But I don’t know that he’s my forever man. I don’t know. I voiced this concern to my friend Jayne tonight (4/24) for the first time and it felt good to say it outloud.

I could be single for the rest of my life and be happy as long as I am surrounded by friends and company and friends. In fact, if this man and I break up, I probably will be single for the rest of my life. It doesn’t scare me. In fact I kind of like it. It doesn’t make you a lonely person. Believe me there is nothing more lonely than being the only person involved in a two person relationship. As a wise woman once said “It would take one hell of a man to be better than no man.”

(Post Script : as of 5/11 I currently am single. I’m feeling great about it. Balanced and at peace, etc. I’m looking forward to making the most of what is shaping up to be a GREAT summer!)

I think I may be built to be single. I don't think I know how to be in a relationship. Which is fine with me. I kind of like to come and go as I please, make my own plans, do my own thing. Are there benefits to being in a relationship - I'm sure there are. But for right now, I'm looking forward to a season of singleness!

Dirty and Smiling

The problem with a blog - unbeknowst to me at the time of creating it - is that you can't REALLY personally vent.  You can only allude to the situation or the person in question and thats just passive aggressive and I can't stand that.  Even though I know my list of readers is relatively small, it's just one of those social things I should probably just avoid because I will regret it later.  I think if I removed the link from my Facebook page I would feel a little more free to write what I want.  But I also feel like thats cheating.  I don't know why.  

So as far as the title of the  blog goes, is derived from the Ani DiFranco song 'Not A Pretty Girl'  and the chunk of lyric it comes from is this - 

I am not an angry girl
but it seems like I've got everyone fooled
every time I say something they find hard to hear
they chalk it up to my anger
and never to their own fear
and imagine you're a girl
just trying to finally come clean
knowing full well they'd prefer you
were dirty and smiling

I would love to come clean.  Tell people I'm pissed but I am the universal peacemaker (read - Universal Pacifier....not like a binky but like in calming the situation).  Saying things like "No, really, I'm ok!", or "Thats great, that'll work too.", "sure, I didn't see it from that way."  Since when have I been afraid to say what I need.  And if I actually told people "Hey that hurt when you did that.", "It made me feel like crap when this happened." man, things would come undone.  "What happened to the 'Happy Mandy'?"  "When did you become such a bitch?"  I'm afraid my first act of coming clean will be painful.  A separation and distinction which has needed to happen for some time now but I was afraid of the pain. Now I am not sure which would cause more pain - maintaining this friendship or losing it. 

I was here - Written whilst sitting in the Tattered Cover bookstore in Denver, CO

I was here –

 A great song by Lady Antebellum and everytime I hear it I wonder “What mark have I made? Who will remember me? How will they remember me?”  This song is like a call to DO SOMETHING with my life!  Everytime I hear it I am inspired and defeated at the same time.  But I imagine those two emotions go hand in hand for many people.  On the one hand I am totally jazzed to get out there and do – What?!  And then the defeat kicks in.  How?  Who can I reach?  Who would listen to me?  What am I even trying to say?  I don’t have the literary background to write the ideas and questions that are in my brain.  Most of them aren’t of cultural importance anyway.  Just every thought every mid-twenties individual has – who am I?  How did I get here in life?  How do I move past here to a place personal peace and contentment?  What does actually make me tick? 

            I love doing massage.  I am happy I went to massage school.  The school and the state of Colorado changed my life.  How do I translate my transformation into something meaningful to others?  What if massage doesn’t always do it for me for the rest of my life?  I want to go back to school for History.  Then I get into the physical roadblocks to my happiness.  Namely – money.  But I digress J

 (If I haven’t said it before, I have a hard time staying focused and on topic.  One of the many reasons I will never be a writer J)

 I was inspired this year by a former teacher and currently close friend.  While I was in high school, she was my speech coach.  The woman has had more of an impact on me than all the other women in my life combined.  I am grateful for her continuous wisdom and knowledge, her amazing warped sense of humor, boundless charity, and so many other positive qualities – so many so that I am running out of words to describe the greatness I see in her.  So like I was saying, I was inspired by her this year.  I volunteered to help her coach speech.  I enjoyed competeing in speech in high school and thought “If I affect one student in even the smallest way like she made an impact on me, it was worth it.”  I don’t know if I did, but I got to work with some incredibly talented, passionate and thoughtful kids and it was so worth it.  They were my daily dose of laughter in a life that had been so drab.  

Moses and Psalms 23 - Written in March and finally posted

Things have been good.  Really good.  Really, really good.  Have I convinced you yet?  And as I am writing this, the commercial for the Star Wars Symphony is on….coincidence?  Definitely.  But it still makes me happy. 

And the reason for my recent happiness, you ask?  Well, I will be getting out of Eldora at least for the summer.  I will be working in the kitchen at Village Creek Bible Camp.  www.villagecreek.net For those of you who don’t know me well, I spent most of my growing up summers here as well as every summer in High School.  It saved me from the boredom and debauchery that is Eldora in the summer.  I met some of my best, lifelong friends here and made amazing, totally inexplicable memories here.  So needless to say, I am excited to return to VCBC.  I realize that being 5-10 years older than the last time I worked on staff at camp puts me in a different space and gives me a different perspective.  I was discussing this job with a friend and I said I was excited about the spiritual concentration I usually have at camp.  And she made the comment that camp always feels like Moses being called into the wilderness to tend is father in laws sheep before he was given the directive to go to back to Egypt.  This comment excited me for two reasons. 1) I am excited about the prospect of God calling me to camp to reveal something to me.  2) When I was at the Quaker church a few weeks ago, the sermon was on Moses and the burning bush – what is God telling you?  I am excited to hear what God has to tell me. Ok, so maybe that is basically the same thing but it was two different experiences.

 And yesterday I just bought my plane ticket to go out to Colorado to see friends.  Things are good!!

 And Psalms 23.  The camp theme this summer is my favorite Christian book of all time.  Traveling Light by Max Lucado.  When I read that book when I was 16, it totally changed my relationship with God.  I am excited by the ‘coincidence’ of this.

Schedule

So the last few weeks have been filled with things I'd love to blog/vent about.

But 1) my laptop is in the shop. A $16 cable crapped out and its going to cost $220 to fix. I like to write my blogs on Word, in my own time, on my own computer and then copy/paste them on here while I'm online at mom and dads (FYI - I don't have TV or internet at my casa. Stone age, right? I know!! I love it!) Anyway. So thats been 'cramping my style' for lack of a better term.

And 2) there have been so many many things that I have come to mind that I'd like to share, but I don't get to write them down. Case in point - apparently sometime last week I went to write about 'Things I hate #1'. That was the title of the blog draft when I logged in. No words or prompts as to what I was upset about....But clearly I was agitated enough to attempt to blog about it. ( Common sense says "Start a journal". Realistic sense says "yeah, right. Like I'd ever follow thru on that one." ) Can I remember it today? Nope. Gone-dy. (Like Ghandi, but like gone....heard that today and it cracked me up...I was tired enough apparently)

So to conclude - My goal is to write at least once a month. It will probably be more than that, I just don't want to set myself up for failure.

And P.S. District Individual Speech was today. So many great kids. Someday I will write a blog about them and how I see them, but I don't have the time or the energy right now. But they did so well!!