Much has happened since my heart last rejoiced in its own words. For the first time in a long time, this post is not a school assignment, but part of a brief catcher-upper to explain why my blog is in use again (at least for the time being).
It’s been one of those years. Over the past thirteen months I graduated from high school, began my freshman year of college, lost all my friends (twice), was given a new perspective on what it means to be “Christian,” gained a bunch of new friends and rediscovered some old ones, had a study group at 5:30 AM, learned what fennel is and what you use it in, learned how to make pizza, read some amazing books, watched IP Man (if you haven’t seen it, go watch it right now), cried my way through some of the many, many oral finals, and learned that when I eat potato chips my tongue swells up like something from Harry Potter. It was quite a year.
My perspective on life has refocused a lot. It hasn’t changed, really, but some things are more clear now. I still see through a glass dimly, but God’s graces certainly are new every morning. For example, I accidentally stepped on a mouse at a farmer’s market and it exploded and I didn’t freak out. Much.
I moved from my bedroom into my basement. I have my own coffeepot, and I have a bright red wall and many, many lamps. The first three weeks, I also had many, many spiders, but I caught them all and put them outside and I think my cat probably ate some of them. Over the next few weeks the ants thrived (sizewise somewhere between cute little ones and carpenter ants), but they too have met their ends in the great outdoors. This week is known as the Week of the Centipede, and next week is looking like it might be the Era of the Beetle. If current livestock trends keep up down here I might train them and sell them to the circus.
For those of you who are concerned about my little leggy roommates, I do have sticky traps. That was how I got rid of the rest of the spiders and a bunch of ants, but I’m learning that the centipedes don’t understand pain and prefer to rip a few legs off than die. Except their brains are too small to understand they’ll just get stuck again. I keep finding little legs lining the glue and a stuck, legless centipede a few inches past.
I feel kind of bad for the beetles, though. I don’t get the impression they have malicious intentions.
If you want to pray for me, pray that God pulls an Exodus 10: 19 in my basement: “And the Lord turned a mighty strong west wind, which took away the locusts, and cast them into the Red sea; there remained not one locust in all the coasts of Egypt.”
So there you go. My heart is rejoicing again. Things keep happening and I keep thinking “OH I should blog this!” and then it just doesn’t happen. But it will, because my rejoiceometer is getting full and my laptop is charged. But now, there are beetles to be caught and centipedes to outwit, so I must bid you adieu until the next time.