The two reasons why my posting is titled as such are due to: 1. the fact that I am listening to Track 2 of the Tchaikovsky album on my iTunes to which I do not know the name of, and 2.the concept of an alliteration was aesthetically appealing to me in my aimless aspirations as of this moment. Needless to say, this post will certainly not be about the life of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky (which I had to look up to spell correctly) nor how his music has dramatically changed my life, although I'd like to sit here to ponder and discuss his interesting name and how I like the "chai" portion of his last name.
I do not really know why I am posting right now, but I think it is because I was just on a fellow sister's blog, reading her update on her life and consequently feeling convicted for not updating mine. I am also secretly hoping that my brilliant writing skills will start kicking in at any minute, since my creative juices start ebbing and flowing around this time of the day--err, morning/late, late night. At this point, I do not think it is going to happen, and unfortunately, this blog will be very informal, conversational, and possibly off-tangent with a hint of sarcasm. I do apologize beforehand since this is really not my usual writing style but I am throwing all caution to the wind at this point and wanting to share portions of my heart.
RA training starts in about a week and school will begin in about 3 weeks from now. We will be moving dorms for the third time this summer and hall decorating frenzy will begin! I will need to order books as soon as possible and wipe the dust from old boks on my bookshelf so I may review them in preparation for my upcoming sciences. I will enter my junior year as a Biology major and double minor. My college career is half over--wow! These past few weeks have been a blur and even today has been significant, in which I found out that my best friend will soon be getting engaged and tying the knot next summer. Battles were fought and won, prayers were uttered staring at the great expanse of sky sprinkled with twinkling lights, bananablueberry muffins were ruined, an iPad was synced, and a trip to an ethnic part of town brought great joy, discovery, and new friends. Yesterday was the gathering of an Arabian-themed bridal shower with the anticipation of a covenant made next weekend; tomorrow will be sweet fellowship at church and boba tea and Indian food. All of these events somehow signify the strands in my life that the Lord is weaving together into a beautiful pattern and my eyes are being opened to the beauty of it all, regardless of the confusion or chaos or senselessness.
I am learning to celebrate each season as it comes.
Growing up constantly moving, change was always drastic and painful and it has only been recently that I have come to see it in a different light. In fact, I am viewing many things in a different light as I have become a different person. Within these past 2-3 months, the Potter has taken the clay and done some reshaping. Progressive sanctification is happening and I am left humbled and in awe of the changes. I am certainly not the only one as I look around and see it in my fellow brothers and sisters. Oh, praise Him!
I feel like half a lifetime has been lived out these past 2 weeks. Two of my sisters and I went on an adventure last weekend to Enchanted Rock and spent 2.5 days in the wilderness without changing, bathing, washing hands, or wearing makeup. We slept on the ground, heard the call of the wild, and took naps on top of, behind, and beside, monuments. In summary, it was wonderful for it was full of the wonders of Creation (eating cactus and raw corn was interesting!) and the wonders of our own lives, enlightened by the presence of the Creator as the excesses were deleted. We let go of some things in our lives; "Enough to Let Me Go" will be impressed upon my mind and heart for a long time. I am still pondering over the symbolism that weekend was to me. I think back upon the lessons that I learned that did not come to me as I was on the mountaintop; so often we rely on "mountaintop experiences" to sustain us when, in fact, these lessons also come in the valleys or through the canyons, and even on the backseat of an AC-less car stuck in traffic. As mentioned in Psalm 23, He leads us by streams of living water, to lay on green pastures, but also through the valley of shadow of death. There is a time for everything; there are many seasons in life. In all, He makes it beautiful in His time.
I wish I could describe the feeling right now churning within me. Perhaps it is the feeling of a worn traveler who stops at the crossroads of a path he is on and looks ahead and sees the journey that lies before him. He takes one last back and smiles; there is finality to his past and purpose for his future. (In every good movie, this is also the part where the music is a harmonious blend of bittersweetness and anticipation and causes a tangible sting to one's heart.) The pilgrim then hoists up his pack, tightens the straps, squares his shoulder, sets his gaze straight, and walks on toward the sun till his figure disappears from view.
All I know is that I am now in a new season of life and I want to rejoice in it. This summer, I have tasted and seen that the Lord is good. I am redeemed, reconciled, and restored. I am ready and refreshed for this new leg of the journey--I wonder what is next!
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