Sometimes it's hard to think of life in a "big picture" sense. You just see what's directly in front of you and you know that there has to be a solution to the problem but it's just way too big to see around. Sometimes it's homework piling up and you can't see how you could possibly finish all of it, let alone keep going and graduate. Sometimes it's a relationship that's in the rocks and you don't know how it will ever get better. Sometimes it's a bad hair day or you have a new ugly pimple on your face. In the midst of it you just feel like your world is falling apart. You feel like you can't keep going and waking up every day. You feel like doing nothing.
But it gets better. At least that's what I keep telling myself. Everything has to come to an end, right? One day I'm going to wake up and be happy and excited. Maybe that day will be tomorrow, maybe the end of the semester, and maybe in five years. Either way, in the big picture, it's only a couple blinks away. So I'm trying to rest in what I know to be true, in the big picture and the now picture. God's unfailing love for me.
Despite all these things, overwhelming victory is ours through Christ, who loved us. I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God's love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today or worries about tomorrow- not even the powers of hell can separate us from God's love. Romans 8:37-38
Being six hours away from home stinks. Being seven away from the love of my life really stinks. Having friends who take my weirdness makes it a whole lot better. Even though they don't understand my Harry Potter references & look at me strange when I start talking about washing my hair in Lake Michigan & my endless string of stories about my cousins. I am precisely where I am meant to be. 
This semester has been jam packed with practicing, but I still don't feel like I'm practicing enough. My Junior recital is next semester & I basically should be practicing nonstop. It's funny how the thing that used to release my stress has became my stressor. Not completely, of course. I love playing. But there isn't a time where I ever just sit down to play what I'm feeling, I'm constantly checking something off on my practicing to-do list. 
Thank God for:
It's been 31 days since I saw him.
As I'm entering into my third year of college I've decided to attempt to revamp my blog a bit. I'm not the same girl I was at 16 and it's silly of me to try and write about the same things that interested me back then. It's sort of left me not wanting to blog, but I miss it. Having this creative outlet is something I truly miss. So, here is to a beautiful new day. A beautiful new blog full of the daily life of a really weird girl. 
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... like being able to slow my day down so that I can have a good breakfast. 
As I've mentioned probs a million times, I really enjoy getting to know bloggers. I like reading things that are facts about them because it makes me feel as if I know them as people a little bit more. Like more than just there thoughts and, you know, useless information about their daily lives and beliefs. I just like knowing random meaningless facts. So here are 25 meaningless facts about yours truly:
I detest the comparison game, but I find myself playing it an awful lot. I feel like in college there's this unspoken competition: who has the hardest major. And on top of that: who has the hardest major on top of the hardest job. The sad thing is, I find myself playing that game a lot but get really annoyed when other people try to play along... because obviously my major is the hardest. The thing I'm trying to remind myself is that everyone has it hard, we're just all dealing with different kinds of hard. Physics is hard. But, practicing 12 hours a week is hard, too. And practicing 12 hours a week doesn't make physics any less hard, and vice versa. Working while in college is hard, and I give mad props to anyone working 10 hours a week all the way up to 40+. But doing "just" college is hard, too. And neither one takes away from the hardness of the other.
Something can be said for taking moments out of your day to drink a little coffee and reflect on the graciousness of our God. While I'm over here dwelling on all of the parts of life that have brought me down, God is already thinking up ways to make my life a testimony of His power and grace. When I focus on all of the negative, God is working double time to bring my life to a positive ending. It's sort of like a borrowed chord. It doesn't sound right in the middle of the song, it sounds ugly and like it shouldn't belong. But God, the composer of life, knows the rules and He tonicizes it. He brings it back to where it should be, and then you can understand how that borrowed chord fit in and that it really did belong and it was placed there to tell a story. Maybe it was put there to spice it up, or depict the text of Christ. Life is a little like counterpoint, and it's a good thing we have a composer who not only knows the rules but He created them and is the best composer out there. 
Dear Hunter,
