Smelling the roses is overrated. At least that's what I keep trying to convince myself of.
I've always been a stop and smell the roses kind of person. But who has time for that these days? It seems that I have been swallowed up in the hurry of life.
The past several weeks have been non-stop for me.
Early May, my focus was mainly on two things. Finishing up my last credits needed for my degree, which meant lots of studying for final exams. My other focus has been being a dedicated shift manager of a small coffee shop. But that all changed when I completed my last exam with flying colors, and i put in my notice at work.
Packed up my cozy little room, loaded it all in the car, and then off to Lynchburg... Graduation was wonderful. The paperwork involved in reaching graduation was no picnic, but the end result was walking across a stage and shaking Dr. Towns' hand, and smiling for cameras with old friends. Seeing my friends was a much needed thing for me, as I have missed them all greatly after being away from LU for my last semester.
From Lynchburg I headed east... took a short stop in Farmville to see more dear friends, and then continued on to the coast where I now am with my family. Unload the car... unpack... now I'm repacking. I often get sidetracked from packing in order to do things such as working on the endless process of trying to sort out details so i can leave the country. But such is my life right now. Soon I will finish packing, head back to northern virginia, stay a few days, then hop a place for Thailand. It's all coming together, it's just taking a while getting there...
I have a 24 hour flight ahead of me where i can smell the roses all i want. oh wait... i don't think i can get roses through customs...
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Monday, May 28, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Rev. Jerry Falwell. 1933-2007
Shortly after lunchtime on May 15th, 2007, Rev. Jerry Falwell went to be with his Savior.
As many of you know, i was a student at Jerry Falwell's school, Liberty University. I have plans to return to Liberty this weekend for the graduation commencement ceremonies after spending my last semester at home finishing my classes via community college. Today, more than ever, i wished i could have been back in Lynchburg with my Liberty family.
A dear friend of mine sent me a message this afternoon saying that she had heard that Dr. Falwell was in the hospital, and i immediately began to check the news. It said that he had been found unconscious in his office and was reported to be in "grave condition." Not long after reading this report i refreshed the website page, only to find that the headline had changed. "Jerry Fallwell: Dead at 73." was all it said.
I stared at the page for a few moments. I then picked up the phone to call the person who i know i can always call whenever i need someone, even if it's just to sit with me on the phone. My Mum. I told her the news... And it was then that the truth of it set in, and i began to cry.
I have always had differences with Dr. Falwell. I have not always agreed with his style, or his approach in handling issues. But I've always been able to put aside those differences and recognize him as a man of enormous faith whom i have a huge amount of love and respect for. He was a man of faith, or prayer, of dedication, and of passion. He was a champion. We all thought he was invincible.
He is gone, but his legacy will always remain. He raised up countless champions for Christ, and his vision will go on. This Saturday the graduating class of 2007 will walk across a stage and receive a diploma... but they won't shake the hand of their beloved chancellor. But they will still carry the vision... and the Big Hairy Audacious Goals... that he inspired in them.
A Little added something:
Whenever I think of him, I always remember the time I was stuck at a red light in my car with the Liberty bumperstickers, radio blaring, singing my lungs out to a risqué country song, only to look over to my right and see Dr. Falwell, laughing in big suburban in the lane next to mine. I will always have fond memories of the serious evangelist who doubled as a teddy bear of a man who loved to laugh.
As many of you know, i was a student at Jerry Falwell's school, Liberty University. I have plans to return to Liberty this weekend for the graduation commencement ceremonies after spending my last semester at home finishing my classes via community college. Today, more than ever, i wished i could have been back in Lynchburg with my Liberty family.
A dear friend of mine sent me a message this afternoon saying that she had heard that Dr. Falwell was in the hospital, and i immediately began to check the news. It said that he had been found unconscious in his office and was reported to be in "grave condition." Not long after reading this report i refreshed the website page, only to find that the headline had changed. "Jerry Fallwell: Dead at 73." was all it said.
I stared at the page for a few moments. I then picked up the phone to call the person who i know i can always call whenever i need someone, even if it's just to sit with me on the phone. My Mum. I told her the news... And it was then that the truth of it set in, and i began to cry.
I have always had differences with Dr. Falwell. I have not always agreed with his style, or his approach in handling issues. But I've always been able to put aside those differences and recognize him as a man of enormous faith whom i have a huge amount of love and respect for. He was a man of faith, or prayer, of dedication, and of passion. He was a champion. We all thought he was invincible.
He is gone, but his legacy will always remain. He raised up countless champions for Christ, and his vision will go on. This Saturday the graduating class of 2007 will walk across a stage and receive a diploma... but they won't shake the hand of their beloved chancellor. But they will still carry the vision... and the Big Hairy Audacious Goals... that he inspired in them.
A Little added something:
Whenever I think of him, I always remember the time I was stuck at a red light in my car with the Liberty bumperstickers, radio blaring, singing my lungs out to a risqué country song, only to look over to my right and see Dr. Falwell, laughing in big suburban in the lane next to mine. I will always have fond memories of the serious evangelist who doubled as a teddy bear of a man who loved to laugh.
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