04 May 2008

Tall tales on the high seas...

Sometimes life on the island can get pretty surreal for me. Like, seriously? Is this my life? I mean, I get to do stuff I love every day. I found something that I love to do every day and actually get to do it! On my last day off I got to sit out in the sun with my roommate and read for hours. Then we took a boat in to town to go grocery shopping for stuff for the house that we share. We rode in on the front of our boat, the… bow? That was so awesome. We went in with two other staff who were trawling at the same time cuz the fish activity was crazy that day. So Emily and I just chilled in the front. It was a cruise ship day, which is always funny for me to go to town on cruise ship days, cuz I live here. So, I kinda just laugh at them, like, “Ha, I live here, I’m not a tourist”. There’s this place in Avalon, by the mole, with this fenced in volleyball net. Everytime I pass it, I can’t help thinking about the first time I was here, being Catalina, at the end of my senior year in high school. I never could have imagined this life that I’m leading now, and that was only five years ago. I can’t wait to see where I go in the next five years and the crazy adventures that’ll get me there.

 

p.s. I love the flow of so many different people we get here. I’ve met so many amazing people at this place that it’s seriously crazy.

01 May 2008

...for they will see God

I am starting to get a real vibe of annoyance from everybody, all directed at different people. I started to wonder if I should share that during our “Family Time” last night, but didn’t get the guts enough to do it. I don’t know if I’m more sensitive to it because I’ve been reading Piercing The Darkness and the comparisons with the divisions in their church are starting to look familiar. Like, am I just being paranoid, or am I really starting to see a self-righteous indignation rising up in us? So then we start Bible study, the third week led by Susie going through the first part of Matthew 5 – the Beatitudes. We did verses 8 and 9, “Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God” and “Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God”. The peacemakers one totally hit me first cuz I had just been thinking about division and bitterness. But I was also thinking about the correlation between the “blessed”s and the rewards that came because of it. For the most part, they had been pretty straightforward to me, like “blessed are the mournful, for they will be comforted” or “blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy”. Neither of these two, the peacemakers and the pure in heart, really made sense to me why they would be the direct outcome. But, the more and more I thought about the “pure in heart” one, I think it started to make a lot of sense and having a lot of direct comparisons to my own life. I got the image of the screens that are at the kitchen counters here and how dirty they get. Cuz, when they’re clean, it’s easy to see what’s out there on the other side for whatever it truly is. But then, as we let dirt on it and accumulate on it, everything that we loot at has a haze of dirt “covering” it. So that’s like my heart, pure if I continue to keep it clean and maintain that cleanliness. But if I let in the dirt and crap from the world, the screen gets dirty, dirtying everything I look at on the other side. So, if I feed myself dirty images and thoughts, pretty soon that’s the basis that my mind and heart automatically use to judge things. Which could explain a lot about the frequency that my mind is in the gutter. Cuz everything I look at, think about, my mind goes to how it could possibly be dirty. But if my heart were pure, I could see those things in their pure sense as God intends, rather than with the dirtiness that the world has slopped it in. Which is part of the reason to be here, to take away many of the temptations I was facing on the mainland, and try to start cleaning the screen so I can see God and witness his blessings and creation as he intended us to. But I still seem to have a long way to go. At least there’s progress?

p.s. Emily and Eliot are freakin awesome...

18 April 2008

Spring Cleaning

Yup, it's that time of year again... Time for the health inspector to come out. Woohoo. It was a crazy couple of days in the kitchen getting everything clean and totally organized, especially since we just recently had a barge bring us a ton of food that all needed a place to live. But we did it and got a 100% from the health inspector! Feels good. It was even kind of nice just doing all the cleaning. And it was totally a God thing too how everything panned out. We've had this camp of jr. highers in and she was set to come in anywhere between 12:30p - 1:30p which is lunch time and peak craziness. But the day before, we found out that all the campers were going on a hike and just needed sack lunches.. something we could totally set up and have out of the way the night before, giving us all the time we needed to clean up and not be rushing around trying to get a meal out. And then their was craziness in the bath pavilion too that got fixed and cleaned up with about 20 minutes to spare, another thing that would've been a real struggle had the campers not decided to do their hike on this particular day. It's days like this that I totally love my job and remember just how awesome God really is to provide for us how He does.

p.s. You know that move in volleyball that used to be illegal, where you save the ball by sticking your foot way out and kicking it?... Well, after a countless number of failed attempts, I successfully did it today and man did it look gorgeous. One of the highlights to a perfect day off...

08 April 2008

My apologies

So, I know I said I’d be writing in this intermittently but unforeseen problems came up and I was without my computer for about five weeks. I know, I know.. “How did I possibly survive?” but it wasn’t too bad. I don’t have it back completely yet but there’ll be a little upsurge of activity at least this week. Yay!

This blog marks the longest I’ve been away from Sacramento in my entire life… 83 days, or a little over 11 weeks. It’s been a crazy ride so far. I came here expecting to be leading OTS (opportunity to serve) by now but it’s been like so many other areas in my life teaching me to be flexible and patient and I’m so glad for where I am now. Most of you know that I’m working in the kitchen. Pretty hard core working in the kitchen. Most days I’m relied upon to make all the breads and desserts for the day, in other words, I’m the baker of the kitchen. And I absolutely love it. I love the experience I’m getting just for life in general.

A couple months ago, when I first got to Catalina island, one of my really good friends asked me why I was doing this. Why was I leaving everything and everyone I knew. I thought I’d share with everyone else that e-mail about my motivation for being here and where I am now in those respects…


So, what has led me to working on an island away from family and friends and everything I know... There are a couple different reasons, not sure really where to start. I guess I'll start at the fact that I'm completely burnt out at school. I was a fairly good student. Up until I declared math (halfway through juniour year) I had around a 3.75 gpa from mostly A's and a few B's. My last 3 semesters I've failed 2 classes each semester. I've learned in a classroom setting too long and I feel like I can't do that anymore for a while. Don't get me wrong, I'm going back to school soon and getting a degree, just not right now. And I've decided to change my major so that means I won't be graduating any time soon enough to stick with it. But then I'm not completely sure yet that I want to change it to Accounting cuz the last time I picked something it was completely wrong so I wanna be more sure this next time. So, a break from school is the first reason or circumstance that put me here.

Secondly, most people that know me know I'm pretty introverted. I mean, I can be exciting and energetic and hang out with lots of people, but that drains me so much. IV has been great for me but a lot of times I crash afterward. Like if I hit one extreme I soon hit the other one going into a sulking/depression-like state. Sometimes it's really hard for me to get away and recharge enough to be social. The few people that know about it call them my "quiet days" and they were fairly frequent especially 2 semesters ago. I realized after the summer that I couldn't remember a single time where me hitting that low was as drastic and noticeable here as it had been in Sacramento. Then I recognized that it was because of my environment. When I was here, within a couple of hours of feeling like I needed space from people and stuff, I could get away and recharge, whether it was to drag a chair onto the little patch of sand by the water and watch the waves crash while listening to music/writing to someone and letting the water wash up onto my feet.. or walking up to the top of the hill by this cross that's up there and looking out at the expanse of ocean and talking to God.. or just taking a nap. I really missed that this past semester. Cuz I'd be at a small group or at a bus stop and start feeling really antsy. Like really bad, like I needed to get away and out of my skin, but I couldn't. That was really hard cuz I knew there was a place that I left that if I were there I'd be able to get away. That's part of the reason I feel like CBS is more home than Sacramento ever was to me. That's just speaking of the actual place. CBS was the first time I ever in my life have felt attached to a place. Part of my heart is here and I think it always will be. That's not to say that I didn't leave some parts of my heart in Sacramento with so many people. That's why I was so overwhelmed at my goodbye party. Cuz I feel so attached to the people that were there and it was so great to see that it is reciprocated. And in that night I did doubt if it was worth it to leave.

The third reason might be a little selfish and mean but I really think that I need to be honest about it. I need space from my family. Every moment I was spending with them, which was kind of a lot considering I lived with them, I was irritable and not fun to be around. I was annoyed by everything my parents would say to me and felt like they couldn't treat me like an adult as long as I was still living with them. Like, if my mom didn't tell me to do something it wouldn't get done or that I wasn't responsible enough to take the consequences of not doing it, if that makes sense. It was anything from reminding me to call the jury commission to move my date (something that I was the one who told them I was going to do in the first place), to choosing to wear flip-flops when it's 65 degrees out. Or they'd tell me to do something that I was going to do or in the process of doing but as soon as they told me to do it I didn't want to do it any more cuz then their mindset would be that I only did it because they told me to which just perpetuates the problem. So I felt, and feel, that the only way to have a healthy relationship with my parents right now is to have some space from them, 400 miles of space to be exact. That way they can start to realize that I am an adult that can live and survive independently from them, and I can start acting like more of an adult and be more mature in my reactions to them and other people that might not always agree with my methods of doing things.

Another thing that I've been dealing with is my feelings of loneliness. Me struggling with being alone and what God wants with me in that state. To be completely honest, part of it is the idea of being on this island with a limited number of prospects in boyfriends, which gives me something else to blame for my singleness other than myself. Cuz that's where I was. I was in a self-destructive mode because I knew the only common denominator in every failed attempt at some relationship was me, so I must be the problem. I know it's untrue and completely unfair to me but that's the lie I was feeding myself and I'm believing it. So I wanted to go to a place where that wouldn't be as much of an issue. I mean, people have been known to get into relationships here, I can think of 3 just off the top of my head of people I know personally that it happened, but it's not nearly as high as, say, IV.

Lastly and probably the most significant thing is that I need to reconnect with God. I've been stagnant at best with my relationship with him and I'm really suffering for it. And I'm hoping that this will be the jumpstart I need to get back on track and grow up spiritually.


So, I'd say those are the main reasons and circumstances that have led me to where I am now. So where am I now? Still burnt out from school, but I have a feeling that’s gonna take a bit longer to get over since I was in school for 17.5 years and I’ve only been “out of it” for 4 months. The introvert is getting plenty of recharge time and it’s so amazing. Having my InterVarsity out here was so amazing, cuz it was like the best of both worlds and I’ve missed them sorely since they’ve left. I like that our house (the girl’s cottage) is a second staff lounge where people come to play Monopoly or Twister or watch movies/Friends. Most of the time I’m up for hanging out with people, but if I need to, I can just go upstairs and read or sleep and that’s great. I think my relationship with my parents is getting better too. I actually find myself wanting to call them and tell them what’s going on with me almost every week. I mean, our relationship is still far from perfect and there’s stuff I’m dealing with working through, but I think we’re at least in a healthier place. The loneliness.. still an issue, but again, I think I’m getting better slowly. I just fear attaching myself to any guy close enough to my age that might come along for a week or as permanent staff. But so far, so good. And I do think I’m reconnecting with God since I’ve been here. Definitely not as much as I’d hoped at this point, but I’ve had more time for reflection and processing what God has been telling me. I think it’s easier for me to hear Him out here too. There’s still tons of distractions, but I’ve opened myself up more to hear Him and He’s showing me so many people that He’s working through and giving me so much hope for my life. Also, having so many Sacramento people out here in the last month has been such a blessing and affirmation that I really am where I’m supposed to be. My parents came out for a weekend and I’ve just gotten this overwhelming amount of support from them and everybody that they know I’m in the right place and that’s the best thing I could ask for from any of them.

Wow, well there’s a huge blog for everybody to make up for the months of silence. Hopefully, it’ll even out now with shorter blogs but shorter times between them.

p.s. Don’t forget that I am on an island and therefore, the news I get is very delayed in getting here, so keep me in the loop please!

03 December 2007

Worship... just some thoughts...

What is it? I think my favorite definition I found of "worship" is "the reverent love and devotion accorded a deity, an idol, or a sacred object." The idea of reverence, love, and devotion strike a certain chord with me. When you mention "worship" to most Americans familiar with religion they automatically think of singing songs at a church service of some kind, right? I definitely don't think that's an incorrect picture to see, cuz for most, that's the easiest outlet for worshiping or praising God. But I definitely don't think that's the only way to worship God. I really believe that worship is anything that is done in reverence to someone/something and acknowledging that person/thing as your motivation for pursuing whatever it is that you're doing. There's nothing saying that gardening or photography or cooking are any less valid forms to worship God than singing. I love this idea and am trying to broaden my ways that express worship for my King and Savior. That being said, there are a couple songs that my church has sung the past couple weeks that have really moved me in how I see God in my life and I thought I'd share the words...

Stir In Me

Stir in me
A fire that the world cannot explain
I come to worship You
Stir in me
A passion that my heart cannot contain
I come to worship You

Hold me, break me
Mold me and make me more and more like You
I come to worship You
Love You, fear You
Draw ever near You as I worship You
I come to worship You

Beautiful

I need You like the rain
Come to me and sing again
I long for Your love so much
I've wanted Your pure touch
You're beautiful

I need You to be here
Come to me, I can feel You near
I love You, You are my hope
You love me as Your own
You're beautiful

Unspeakable Joy

My highest praise
Lord, belongs to Thee
For grace upon grace
You have given me

As I come in worship before You
I bow down and still my own voice
In silence my soul will adore You
For I've found unspeakable joy

What You've begun
Lord, You're seeing through
My heart undone
Now belongs to You


Lastly, I wanted to leave off with something that I kind of thought about after something my pastor said in service this morning...
I want to live my life in such a way that I never need to tell anyone/no one would ever need to ask if I'm a Christian.

p.s. after midnight is definitely a great time for deep thoughts and introspective ramblings...

21 October 2007

My weekends.. not so thrilling..

So... I told myself I had stuff to blog about, but now that I'm sitting here, homework done and out of the way.. I dunno.. I feel uninspired. But I told Eric I would to give him a distraction, so.. here goes.

Hmm... I feel like this weekend was a lot more productive than last weekend. Well, maybe not productive, per se. Just, I did stuff rather than sit at home and veg. Actually, I didn't really veg last weekend.. but I did on Monday, so.. I officially have no idea what I'm talking about. :)

My last weekend and this weekend were actually quite similar. Both started out with me having the house to myself on Friday night. Kind of bittersweet in the fact that I had nowhere else to be Friday night, but home by myself. Both Saturdays I actually went to football games, but those games couldn't have been more different. Last weekend I went to Sac State's homecoming game where the most exciting thing that happened was the fact that I had to sneak in to the stadium cuz I left my student ID at home. That was fun cuz I had to get past 3 "check points", and on the last one we made an elaborate plan of 2 of my friend getting their seats then one of them coming back with the other's ID and then us going back in, me using the other ID. And then the game was pretty lame. We only stayed till the half-time "festivities" and saw the only score that Sac State made the whole game, making the final score 3-17 or something equally ridiculous.

This weekend, on the other hand, I went to a highschool football game. My cousin's highschool football game, to be exact. He's a co-captain and is on the offensive and defensive line. They had some really great plays and I wasn't bored at any point in the game, even if it was a little cold. Oh, and it was an away game up in Foresthill, so we got to drive over the Foresthill Bridge which was featured in XXX (it was the one Vin Diesel drove off of in the beginning). And my cousin's team won 42-12, with my cousin getting a couple really good sacks including one of the quarterback before he could throw the ball. And I met my cousin's girlfriend, which somehow was a big deal. I guess it was kinda weird that I hadn't met her yet cuz me and my cousin are pretty close so everyone kept saying I needed to meet her but I was never in any real hurry to. It was pretty amusing at one point in the game my aunt noticed me laughing and asked me why.. It was cuz that game was so much better than my college school's homecoming game. I dunno why, that's just funny to me.

Let's see.. What else? Last weekend I was able to go out drinking with a few people. That was fun. I like when I can go out and eat with friends cuz it means I can drink a bit more than if I was out with family. I don't usually have more than one drink when I'm with the fam, cuz, what's the point, right? So I had 2 drinks last weekend after the football game. That got me fairly "happy" but I screwed myself over a little bit cuz I worked out the check for 5 people and by the end of that I had lost most of my buzz. :( Oh well. I'm sure I'll have other days to.. play the trumpet..

I don't know what else to blog about now.. I had classes.. was sick most of the week.. slept.. took a few tests.. did some other boring things, I'm sure.. Oh, and was asked when I was gonna hook up with a few different guys, that was a fun convo. :) Alright, I guess I'm done for this time. ttfn

p.s. Why is the abbreviation for "number" 'no.'? There's no 'o' in "number"...

08 October 2007

Do You Feel It?

If you felt the way I felt…
The sight of me looking at you
Would make your heart stop in its track
And you’d fear that the look in your own eyes
Would betray you and everything you’re holding back

If you felt the way I felt…
The brush of my hand on yours
Would send shivers down your spine
And your fingers would tingle with longing
To be intertwined with mine

If you felt the way I felt…
The sound of my voice when I say your name
Would be music to your ears
And hearing every song that we’ve shared
Would take away the tears

If you felt the way I felt…
The taste of my lips on yours
Would fill your thoughts every night
And every sweet dessert in comparison
Just wouldn’t taste right

If you felt the way I felt…
The fragrance of my hair when it’s on your shoulder
Would linger with you long after I’ve gone
And even the smell of a familiar food we’ve shared
Would be all it takes to make your heart undone

If you felt the way I felt…
Your heart would hurt every time you thought about me


~ rjr ~

01 October 2007

These are the days...

I went to SoCal last weekend. It was unbelievably hard to come back from there. On the drive back I was sitting there thinking, when did I become that girl? The girl that works a summer on an island.. The girl that takes weekend roadtrips to visit with friends cuz they aren't all in one place.. Sometimes it feels like it's someone else's life. Cuz how did I get so blessed in this life?

Now I'm at a crossing of roads. I've found it. Home... Love... Belonging... Joy...
And I had to leave it all. I had to go "home" to a city I have no attachment to.. a school that has the ghosts of past mistakes.. a place that's not my home. I had to come back. To finish a semester in a major that I can't and don't want to excel in. I don't want to have any more to do with it, but I've had no other direction for so long I suffered through. Only now that I've found direction, I don't want to suffer through it anymore. But I have to. I have to do well in these classes so I can transfer to CSULB next fall and start the next chapter of my life.

So this weekend was quite packed with excitement. I didn't even find out for sure that I'd be going to CBS until Friday when I was getting on the train to leave. I took Amtrak for 5 hours to meet up with a friend from highschool in the Santa Cruz area and 2 or her work friends, driving the rest of the way down to L.A., bringing us in at 1am. Had a rushed breakfast in the morning and headed off to the island with Lauren B & Aaron H, surprising most of the people over there. I swear, stepping off that boat onto the pier, I already felt refreshed and so at home. Getting to see Stuart was definitely a highlight of my weekend. I hope it was able to brighten his week a little bit too. Watched people work hard.. had a great family style dinner.. played some volleyball.. talked under the stars till we were too cold to stay out any longer.. and made some more memories that are definitely up to par with some great ones from this summer.

Sunday, which I can't believe was only yesterday, Stuart, Aaron, & Lauren tried to work it so we could stay a bit later, but it wasn't to be and we parted ways with the island after only 23 hours. The rest seems like a rush and a blur to get home, filled with goodbyes and half-baked plans for next visits, even saying goodbye to tiny Bernard.. my friend Amanda's hamster who didn't make the trip back to Santa Cruz. I think I was able to cram in some quality time with all people involved, but still.. they sure made it hard to say goodbye.

And now I find myself missing my heart. I left it there, with those people and that amazing place. There are tiny fragments of it in a few of the people here in Sacramento, but the majority of it is there and I feel like a shell of a person being so far from it.. hollow and purposeless. Which makes it very difficult to function "normally" as I have in weeks past. I didn't even go to any of my classes today cuz I didn't do any of the homework this weekend and my heart isn't in it so why bother. But after resting up and doing some serious thinking I'm trying hard to pull it together for this last leg.. these last 2 and 1/2 months until I can follow this passion I've found. To somehow channel it all and all the people waiting for me in SoCal and focus. Like I've never focused before. Good luck me... ttfn.

p.s. Way to not be a teen anymore, Eric...

20 September 2007

Not quite an adventure...

I'm so excited for the weather right now. This is, like, my favorite time of year. When it starts to get cold and gloomy/drizzly. It's just the best. The smell of rain coming in or just leaving, it's just perfect. Anyway, I got to school today about 7:45 and thought it'd be a good day for my first hot chocolate of the season. Well, actually, second cuz I had one on Saturday on the way to Tahoe, but I didn't want to count it cuz it was Starbucks and they really don't know how to make hot chocolate. Not that I'm picky or anything. ; )

So I went to one of our campus's many Java Citys (weird spelling, I know, but how would you pluralize a business's name?) and ordered my black & white hot chocolate. It's also called a tuxedo, but the tuxedo has espresso in it and I really don't like coffee, so to avoid confusion, that's how I order it instead. I had 2 of those cards that once you get stamped 10 times you get a free drink. Well, I had one stamped 8 times (but it looked like 9) and another with 2 stamps. At the register, the guy took the card with 8, stamped it again and gave me the one with 2 on it back and I didn't pay for anything. Then the girl that made my drink ended up making it with the coffee in it and they spelled my name Rane so she had trouble pronouncing it. I always enjoy that. I took about 5 steps, smelled the coffee and went back, got the right drink and they let me keep the other one to give to someone else.

Summation... 2 drinks all for a 8-stamp Java card. I love these kinda days!

p.s. Uggs are still uggly even when worn in inclement weather...

10 September 2007

What a crazy week...

So this last week has definitely been busy to say the least. And I only had 4 days of instruction instead of 5 cuz of Labor Day.

Tuesday was pretty easy, just French, Geometry and working in the art gallery, though I'd forgotten most of my French by now and it's not as fun when you're that rusty. Tuesday night was the launching of the new Tuesday Off Campus bible study. We had a pretty good turn out of 10 people, 2 of which were new to InterVarsity (IV). We had pizza and an informal get to know each other time. A pretty good day/night.

Wednesday was so much more stressful I almost had a nervous breakdown. It started out with realizing that the placement of one of my classes raises my chances of running into someone that I'm honestly kind of trying to avoid for as long as possible. It's a really sticky situation that I wish I hadn't gotten myself into, and I do take part of the blame for where it is now. So yeah, lot's of stress for that even before my first class. When I did get to my first class I soon realized that I was already behind. I had ordered my textbook from the bookstore but found out the weekend before that it was on backorder. So I had to order the book online and it still won't be coming in till some time next week. But I already have reading quizzes every class and homework problems that we're supposed to do solutions on the board for participation points. Kinda hard to do either of those without the book. From there I went straight to French class, still rusty, then to Accounting. The accounting class, I find out, is mostly student discovery learning, so we teach ourselves. That wouldn't be so bad if it weren't topping off the horrible day I'd been having. So nothing very terrible happened, it was just the accumulation of so many other things that I could barely take it anymore. And after all that I had an hour for lunch, but I couldn't even eat cuz my stomach was so out of control from stress. Then I went to 7 hours of work, and during that whole time I was having extreme lower back pain. I did get to see my siss, Eryn, for a little bit that night, so that was a bonus for the day.

Thursday was a lot easier again except for the continuation of the lower back pain. There had been a little bit more drama about the guy I'm trying to avoid and ending up not eating with some friends because of it. Had IV's large group meeting that I got to go to on time for the first time in a year. I finally worked out my work schedule so I wouldn't work those nights. And after that was our annual LUAU. That was so much fun. Mocktails, Leis, Sundaes out of a rain gutter, and dancing and limbo in a big back yard. Day in a row #3 of going to bed really late cuz of staying out late.

Finally, Friday, found the school days normalizing. The math class I was missing a book for now has one in our library's book reserve room so I was able to get copies of the first couple chapters until mine comes in. Took a nap, hung out with some IV people and hung around campus until a bunch of IV people met to go to our $3.50 theater. I went with a group of guys and one other girl and we saw Live Free or Die Hard. Let me just say, John McClane is my hero! I absolutely luvd this movie and would see it over and over again if given the opportunity. It makes me want to go back and see the first 3 again in all their glory... and make the guys that I found out had never seen the other ones see them too. Ahh, I would definitely call it one of this year's best. :)

So that was my first week of scool. Now comes #2... Only 15 more to go.. woot.. woot. ttfn

p.s. Why does Donald Duck wear a shirt but no pants and Mickey wear shorts but no shirt?