Monday, December 5, 2011

Persil and Apples and Coffee and Tea

1. Timtammin in Lietuva!
2. Matching matching mittens cubed
3. Cards which speak for themselves
4. T and D actually being friends!
5. A blurry but joyful picture of A, D, and I
(these girls whom I love so much)

My time in Lithuania is drawing to a close.
Each time I am in the kitchen, stirring my medley of vegetables,
or scrounging through my cupboard looking for the pepper, I realize just how much I will miss this place.
I wrote this in an email to a dear friend this past week,
and am pasting it here as I can find no better way to express my thoughts about leaving:
As I make dinner, I realize that I am going to miss reading "Origan" and "Persil" on my spices,
and as I walk through the Old Town and stop on the bridge
to watch the sky turn bright pink with the black trees silhouetted against it,
I realize that I may never again see the water I am now looking into,
nor the person I am standing next to,
nor the boy I passed on the street.

I find it so interesting how much my heart has changed in these past few months,
and so much more inspiring how faithful and constant my Heavenly Father is.
He has been the same through all of the tears and laughter,
and truly, He has turned my darkness into light (Ps.18:28).
However sad I am though, moments like these become all the more real, special, and meaningful.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Thursday, December 1, 2011

A quick word on the occupy movement

I just finished an essay exam in my American Lit class.
The prompt was to write about how 4 American Authors paint of picture of America through their text.
Each author writes about an ugly time in America's history, and how the central characters hope for better lives caused changes that shaped our current social and political systems.
Each of these authors focus on this centralized theme of hope for change,
and each show that this hope is a tangible goal
reached only through perseverance and hard work.
It got me thinking about the occupy movement.
People want change. People have always wanted change,
but the difference between my generation and the generations before me is
that they were willing to work and fight for the changes they wished to see
while we would rather sleep in a park
hugging a cardboard sign with a silly slogan marked on it.
Effective, right?
I'd say no.
Hope and change are not passive.
They remain in the distant future until someone actively works toward achieving a goal.
Just a thought:
If you want something, go out and get it,
but don't sit in a public park and whine about it.
No one likes a whiner, and besides,
that is the mark of a spoiled and privileged generation.