Randomness
January 18, 2012
I’ve been running on coffee and adrenaline for the last two days, so I’ll try to keep this brief. I just have a bit of randomness today.
- I started my second semester in the education program today. (Which is part of the reason I’ve had no sleep. I had tons of homework to do BEFORE my first class.) I feel good about the semester. Today wasn’t nearly as overwhelming as the beginning of last semester was. Oh, and I think I’m going to love my technology class. I’m such a nerd.
- I. Am. An. Idiot. I wish I was wise enough to NOT stick my foot in my mouth, but sadly that is not the case. At least I’m old enough to not stress about it too much. A little bit… but not too much.
- Today I found out that I am three years older than my technology professor. And on top of that, he has been teaching for seven years and has a Ph.D. So not only am I older than my pastor, but also my professor. I think I am officially old now. (At least I don’t have any gray hairs.)
- I really need to stop just throwing a coat over my pajamas when I take Shiloh to school in the morning. It’s going to be awkward when I get a flat tire or something and actually have to get out of my car.
- God keeps reminding me about love lately. That is something I’m not always (okay I’m just not) good at. I’m trying to learn to look past what I see and just love people anyway. I am constantly reminded that I don’t know where people are coming from. I deserve to be judged more than most, and yet people have shown me love. I need to do the same.
- The pick-up line at Shiloh’s school makes it very difficult for me to love people. I want to throw things when parents cut in line after I’ve waited patiently for thirty minutes. I can’t swear that it’s God’s love that keeps me calm when this happens. I think it’s the fact that I know my daughter is probably best friends with their kid and that would make for an awkward situation in the future. (I seem to create enough awkward situations without throwing things.) Just being honest.
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Just think…God is giving you a source of sanctification through the pick-up line!
Only partially kidding. You’re a very nice lady if you can control your temper there!
Haha. You are probably right.
I’m an idiot, too, and I have gray hairs! You do NOT deserve to be judged more than most. Maybe once you’re less harsh with yourself, you’ll find it easier to meet others where they are. Parents at pick-up and drop-off are at their worst behavior always.
I guess we’re all idiots sometimes. haha. And I have friends younger than myself with gray hairs so I’m just waiting… My mom is in her mid-fifties and she is just starting to find gray hairs, so I hope I take after her. There’s always hair dye though.
April, you are probably right. I actually don’t know where I was going with it when I said “more than most”. But I am usually harder on myself than anyone else is, and I do struggle to not look at other people the same way. Point taken. Thank you.
And yes, the pick up line makes me wish Shiloh rode the bus (although the only time she’s been on the bus for a field trip, she fell off of the seat and the teacher made the bus driver pull over while she got up – my clumsy daughter – lol).
I wonder what God is teaching you when these folks cut line? I always wonder those sorts of things.
Patience? I usually think I’m a pretty patient person until I get to the school. lol. I wonder about stuff like that also.
lol…Jenn…i love your since of humor…
I’m with you on the school lines…sucks!
God Bless…
I like how your second to last point says, “God’s reminding me about love” and your last point is “It’s hard for me to love these people…”. That is real life right there. Despite what goes on, the big or the small, His love is bigger than all of that.
Thanks for sharing, Jenn!
Yes, His love is bigger. I just have to be reminded sometimes. Thanks for reading.
Being older than your pastor and teacher is something I faced as a young pastor. How in the world could I teach on marriage and children when people who are grandparents have probably forgotten more than I know? As for being old: I think it means you have lived life and survived and now are on the up swing.
Have a good day Jenn and thanks again for the post on my blog.
At least I’m only a year older than my pastor. There are of course many people at church older than I am. I’ll bet it would be weird to be a pastor to people 30+ years older.