falling down and growing up

After graduation, when I first moved home, I was entirely convinced that my life sucked. I didn't have a job, I was leaving my church and all my friends at school, and I was losing the independence of living on my own. All in exchange for no social life, my parents' church that I didn't like, the structure of 5.00pm dinner times and no direction in life. Boo hoo, I know. I was determined to move out as soon as humanly possible.

It's been a couple months now, and it's hard to describe how wrong I was. I still don't have a job, I don't have a single friend in Sacramento, I still don't like my parents' church, and it blows my mind why anyone would want to eat dinner at 5.00. That's like, closer to lunch time than dinner time. But would you believe how much I've grown up in the past two months? I've learned so much about myself and about the Lord. It makes SO MUCH SENSE why he placed me where he did, took away all the things he did, and didn't give me the things I thought I needed. I had Isaiah 55.8-9 floating through my head for a month, as a constant reminder to myself.

"For my thoughts are not your thoughts,

neither are your ways my ways" declares the Lord.

"As the heavens are higher than the earth,

so are my ways higher than your ways,

and my thoughts than your thoughts."

I can't lie about how resentful I was towards God, and how jealous I was of all the people I knew who kept landing jobs. I have no right to doubt him though, and it's becoming painfully evident my idea of what's best for me is only the tiniest fraction of what God has in store.

Here's a wonderful quote that describes my outlook on life much more poetically than I know how:

"Ideals are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands. But like the seafaring man on the desert of waters, you choose them as your guides, and following them you will reach your destiny." –Carl Schurz

If nothing else, the thing that didn't change all this time was my idealism. It's about all I had to go on in trying to figure out what to do next with my life. It also made me more determined to read books and expand my knowledge, because now that I'm out of college I realize there is no such thing as being done with learning. Instead there is a giant world of learning to do and I've missed out on so much of it in the past four years by not reading beyond textbooks and being isolated in my little college world! That's why I read "Abortion: The Personal Dilemma" by R.F. Gardner, a Christian gynecologist.

His perspective is absolutely fascinating, and I definitely recommend it for the insight he provides on the spirituality and legality of the issue. Also as a result I've changed my mind on a couple things. Rather than being a proponent of the sanctity of human life, I think it's more important to value the quality of human life. Biblically, Israeli genocide campaigns, the Flood, Soddom and Gomorrah, Ananias and Sapphira, all imply that God holds a standard that goes beyond sustaining life at all costs. He cared for spiritual condition, purity in the body, and reclaiming the heart of his people. So when it comes to abortion or capital punishment and such, I'd rather advocate for changing the circumstances leading up to a person being in that scenario, rather than try to change the scenario itself. Not to say it isn't important, only that that isn't where I personally fit. For example, incest caused by dysfunctional families, or suicide from depression and hopelessness. Obviously most these situations don't have singular causes, but when you're at that point considering hurting or killing yourself or someone else or your baby, it's become damage control. It's just as important to focus on prevention.

BUT.

Our world is corrupt and fallen. There is no denying that evil exists and is, in many cases, thriving. There is a lot of ground that needs to be reclaimed– this is a spiritual battle in every sense. And for some situations, the cause is so immense the only thing left is damage control. I had a very horrible dream the other night. I'm very thankful I don't remember my dreams, only the impressions I get from them. But the part I do remember was spending a long time of semi-waking hours praying against sex trafficking of young girls. There is no denying how heavy my heart feels at the very thought. And then knowing what a reality it is for hundreds of thousands of girls every day, I don't know how I could even presume to live life as usual. It's all led me to a few conclusions.

I like design because it is a means of communication. To the extent that it captures people's attention and speaks volumes when words can't, I value its importance. But I've been realizing there's nothing life altering about a logo or an annual report. I don't care for UX or UI or gaming or phone applications or the digital direction design is moving in. I don't care to help the world function, I care to promote eternity. It's the story of paradise city I wrote a little while ago. I want to expand people's realities and minds to know what's happening around the world, and motivate them to be involved towards change. So in keeping with visual communication, I think it's just as valuable for me to be able to use written communication in conjunction. I want to be a drawbridge between those who need to hear and those crying to be heard.

And so I've been reading, reading. Currently in "Associated Press Guide to News Writing" by Rene Cappon and "Planet of Slums" by Mike Davis (yay Borders close-out sale!) I'll let you know how they go.

So much has changed on my perspective from being at home. It took the Lord removing all those distractions from my life to get right with him, and also to see how much he's truly blessed me with. I feel like the Lord took the time to look me straight in the eyes and ask, "Do you love me? Even without your friends, community, church, fellowship or a job? Not my work, not even my people, do you love ME?" And until I'm able to say unequivocally yes; until I am seeking first the kingdom of God and nothing else, I will continue to find myself in the same place. After that, though, is the preparation time. There is so much to do, so much to learn! It makes me feel like Louis Carroll's White Rabbit. And yet I've learned so much already about God's timing, and cultivating the inner life so that he is my source of joy and contentment no matter the outward circumstances.

I've also gotten to spend some incredible time with my family that I value very much. I've been road tripping with Daddy for interviews, learning to skateboard with Collin, and cooking with Mom. Such a welcome change, being a part of their lives again after only drifting in and out for four years. This is a very inspired, liberating, even adventurous time in my life, and I'm thankful this one doesn't take hindsight for me to see how life-changing and necessary it really is.