Bubbles

Audience?!
Ok, so, bubbles. I hate them. Not the ones that fill bathtubs or that come in bottles with small rings. I love those. Even as a 19 year old sophomore in college, I am not above chasing bubbles. I'm talking about social bubbles. Little worlds people create to encourage false senses of community and identity. I HATE BUBBLES. What's even funnier is that people think these bubbles are enough to keep people out. As if the rest of the world can't see them. Doesn't know of them. But guess what the word "Bubble" implies. It's see through. Better yet, it's very penetrable. The whole world can see you and the whole world knows about you and is gaining information by the second. You are not in a fortress, you are not behind a wall. You are in a psychological created spherical film made of soap. Now, I get it. I get that it's nice to think that you belong to a special community. There's some security in knowing you belong to a group that the whole world doesn't have all 10 fingers in. I get that. But should the film of your bubble be so thick that you lose touch to those around you? That you completely  forget what it is to connect with people outside of your bubble? Or completely block people from being able to join your bubble? This is definitely not Christ like. Christ invites ALL people to become part of the Kingdom community. So, what's the alternative? Haven't gotten a metaphor for it yet. But the basic idea is to have something that allows others to come in, but protects what's inside as well. Protect your culture, but don't be so foolish as to think the world so ignorant. And SHARE your culture. Celebrate your culture your lifestyle with others. (Create a metaphor for the environment I'm talking about and you earn 50 cool points :D). Peace out! Bu da dododododododo Subscribe!

Just Breathe

Hey guys it's Monday here on RTS and you know what that means....it means nothing yet lol. (This blog is starting to feel like I just complain but I promise, I'll eventually post more than that.) So, ever feel like you barely have time to breathe? If you're still in high school and you're breezing through everything (like I did for the most part), then you probably haven't felt it all that much (except for maybe the night before that History portfolio or senior research paper/presentation). My fellow college students however can definitely testify to this. I mean, between tests, quizzes, work, labs, I just feel like I barely have time to just stop and breathe. And the moments I do take to relax just end up back firing because I lose time to work. It's really bad when I just wish I'd wake up terribly sick or in pain just so that I'd have excuse to stay in bed and miss work and classes. It's just becomes too much. There never seems to be enough time. Thank God, the semester is almost over. I know I will triumph. I just need strength to hold on, to keep moving. Let's pray that God will give us each an extra breathe from His lungs to survive the last couple days (weeks or months depending on where you are) of the semester. Jeremiah 29:11

Neither here nor there...

hey beard lovers. so a couple weeks ago i posted a status about being in the midsts of a crisis. id been thinking about my life progress and my relationship with god. (sorry, this post is gonna be all lowercase cuz my phone is stupid). i realized i'm not the same person i was in highschool (praise god), but i'm still not the person i want to be, and i don't see myself making progress towards that. my next problem? i don't know where to begin in becoming that person. the person i wish to be is someone who quiet spirited, but not shy. someone who defaults to "lets pray" as a solution. someone who doesn't just blend into the wall, but also isn't overly concerned with being seen. most importantly, i want to be fearless. I'm tired of living life in fear of things. Fear of failure (i figured out how to uppercase now) (this is where my phone went berserk.  The rest of this is typed on a computer.) Fear of rejection (especially this!!). I've missed out on sooo many opportunities because I was too afraid to be rejected. Even in situations where I should have expected acceptance. I run. Because it's easy. Because it's safe. Because rejection sucks. Heartache sucks. But....it's boring in the "safe" zone. And I know that any risk worth taking is either going to end with me feeling elated or depressed, but it's the possibility of failure that makes the feeling of victory so good, right? I just wish sometimes my heart had shock absorbers, but I know that will never be the case. So, where do I go from here? How do I lose the fear? For I know my Father has not given me a spirit of fear, but how do I let go? Just the thought of doing things boldly freaks me out...What's the first step? Pray for me you guys. I need it.

Hey! I'm Blogging Here!

Hey guys, how ya'll doin. So I guess I've officially decided to blog now? I've always considered vlogging but 1) I have a crappy camera, 2) I HATE my camera voice, 3) ain't nobody got time to learn how to cut and edit videos. So, this is the next best thing. Blogging. I probably won't make the longest posts. I probably won't make the most interesting posts. I just need a space to release, to vent, and to collect my thoughts. To figure life out instead of allowing 101 things to just swim around in my brain. I'll probably just post as often as things pop into my mind. That's all for now. peace!

P.S.: I'll be doing opening (and probably closings) of famous Youtubers in my posts. The first person to guess correctly who I'm quoting will get a shout out in my next post.