Posted by Rebecca
Sun, 01 Mar 2009 01:11:00 GMT
Well, I survived another recruiting event.
There were tons of strange mishaps (that were weird and way out of my control) but thankfully, with a lot of help from coworkers, my assistant, and a few students, I was able to get around those and put on a successful event.
Yesterday I received two praises that I think are some of the highest I could receive, and they really humbled me - I never knew people were paying attention to anything I was doing.
The first praise came from our executive assistant of administration. She’s not really my boss, but she’s the head honcho when it comes to administrative stuff in our department. She told me that she wanted to hold a meeting with all the staff at my level (who all do recruiting for different graduate research programs) and have me explain in detail to them everything that I do for this event. She said that they should all follow my example of how I organize everything, how I deal with the faculty, with our current students, with our visitors, and with our staff.
I was totally floored by this. Even now I don’t really know what to say about it.
The second praise came from one of our current students who had overheard some of our visiting applicants talking with each other about their experience communicating with me prior to the event. Apparently, they pretty much all agreed that I was a “real person” who was “helpful, attentive, and friendly” and that they really felt comfortable dealing with a staff member who seemed genuinely interested in them having a great time while visiting the university. That was really cool to hear. I try really hard to be all of those things, so it is great to hear that people think I am all those things.
I’m zonked, but I’ve had several of our current students request my presence at the student/applicant house party tonight, so I think I’m going to go for a little while. It should be fun - the flier for the party billed it as the “Great-Anti-Depression Party” and people are supposed to dress like rich people or hobos.
I’m definitely going as a hobo - way more comfortable and I’m too tired to dress up rich tonight.
I look forward to finding out how many of these applicants come to our program.
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Posted by Rebecca
Wed, 25 Feb 2009 15:17:00 GMT
A recent excavation in Jerusalem yielded artifacts dating all the way back to the First and Second Temple Periods.
Read about the archaeological evidence that supports the historical accuracy of the old Testament here.
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Posted by Rebecca
Wed, 25 Feb 2009 01:58:00 GMT
…if you were robbed?
Would you seek justice?
Would you let it go?
Would you file an insurance claim?
Would you throw a pity party?
Or would you do something else?
Just thought I’d ask.
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Posted by Rebecca
Tue, 24 Feb 2009 03:29:00 GMT
So I start it off thinking about how this might be a sign of something or that might be a sign of something because how on earth could that happen when it did when before it would have never happened but it did happen and will happen and I have to deal with it even though it makes no sense.And on a side note why does hurricane hormones have to show up when circumstances are enough to upset me anyway like I really need the extra dose of estrogen thanks a lot.Then I thought maybe it’s meaningless and maybe I just ascribe meaning to things because I can’t deal with life but then wondering if maybe I can just see the spiritual significance of things that others can’t and then worrying that I have too much pride so then I talk myself out of it and then worry that I’m down on myself and I have to be balanced so I don’t get depressed because I’m an INFP and we get depressed at the drop of a hat but I don’t really because I’m healed of that but I’m still afraid of it because I’m completely irrational and think too much according to everyone but I think that’s better than not thinking at all and if everyone would just think a little more then things wouldn’t be so bad. Then I feel like half of me is here and half of me is in another dimension and I can’t make sense of either place because I can’t be full here or fully there and my heart is torn because nothing makes sense and usually when this world makes no sense I turn to the spiritual but I can’t make heads or tails of that either and suddenly I feel like a zombie and the dead woman comes clawing around and I want a cigarette except not really.So then I think that maybe it’s ok because the Master Designer put all this in me and knew I’d write it on this page before the foundations of the earth so what’s the big deal am I making it too significant?And then I jump to the truth that I hate to love all the while wishing I could understand the Truth I love to love but somehow it’s just out of reach at the moment and I’m stuck riding this tornado forced to trust and hope that it will set me down in the right spot and not implode my lungs or rip me to shreds and sometimes I swear my heart stops beating and I have to punch myself in the chest to make it start again because the world keeps spinning and there’s other cliches but I’m tired of them all.And I feel like this town is too small and I can’t escape but I don’t want to leave because this is where my heart functions best so I grit my english teeth and bear it.
I forgot something.
Then I remembered the truth and the lie from the same mouth and the eyes show me the soul and I know what’s really in there but maybe I’m just seeing what I want because seeing is believing by golly by george but then I realize I can’t see anything and I believe anyway so then I worry that I just want to believe but then I realize I don’t know what to believe because this body wants to believe my G-d toys with me and messes with my head like those freaks on mount Olympus because He’s bored and has nothing to do but then I turn on the news and my spirit reminds me He has plenty to do and that I know better anyway and I really do and I love Him.So I think maybe I’m crazy on the edge and I thank the L-rd I’m not addicted to drugs because I don’t need them to be nuts I’m already almost there anyway so let’s not make it worse and I’m down on myself again except I don’t really feel like I am I just feel like it’s the truth and that I’m ok with being imperfect I just want control even though I don’t want to be in charge.And I find myself trying to rationalize it again and I search desperately for answers that I will never get because they do not exist and no matter which side you’re looking at the stormy waves from we’re all on the same boat and I’m not special even though I’m unique. Then I randomly remember an irrelevant song and fall asleep trying to picture silence.
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Posted by Rebecca
Tue, 24 Feb 2009 01:46:00 GMT
I’m working a lot lately and that means I have no creativity.
I’ll be back in a few weeks, hopefully.
Until then, read something more interesting. Shouldn’t be difficult. :)
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Posted by Rebecca
Tue, 17 Feb 2009 17:27:00 GMT
This might hurt, it’s not safe
But I know that I’ve gotta make a change
I don’t care if I break,
At least I’ll be feeling something
‘Cause just okay is not enough
Help me fight through the nothingness of life
I don’t wanna go through the motions
I don’t wanna go one more day
without Your all consuming passion inside of me
I don’t wanna spend my whole life asking,
“What if I had given everything,
instead of going through the motions?”
No regrets, not this time
I’m gonna let my heart defeat my mind
Let Your love make me whole
I think I’m finally feeling something
‘Cause just okay is not enough
Help me fight through the nothingness of this life
‘Cause I don’t wanna go through the motions
I don’t wanna go one more day
without Your all consuming passion inside of me
I don’t wanna spend my whole life asking,
“What if I had given everything,
instead of going through the motions?”
take me all the way (take me all the way)
take me all the way (‘cause I don’t wanna go through the motions)
take me all the way (I know I’m finally feeling something real)
take me all the way
I don’t wanna go through the motions
I don’t wanna go one more day
without Your all consuming passion inside of me
I don’t wanna spend my whole life asking,
“What if I had given everything,
instead of going through the motions?”
I don’t wanna go through the motions
I don’t wanna go one more day
without Your all consuming passion inside of me
I don’t wanna spend my whole life asking,
“What if I had given everything,
instead of going through the motions?”
take me all the way (take me all the way)
take me all the way (I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go)
take me all the way (through the motions)
take me all the way
I don’t wanna go through the motions
The Motions
Matthew West
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Posted by Rebecca
Mon, 09 Feb 2009 14:15:00 GMT
When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.
There is no life - no life without its hunger;
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;
But when you come and I am filled with wonder,
Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.
(So many artists have recorded this that I don’t really know who to credit for writing it.)
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Posted by Rebecca
Sun, 08 Feb 2009 07:54:00 GMT
Oh L-rd, your loving words are like a healing balm to my wounded heart.
In the moment of conviction You come swiftly to my side, comforting me when I finally face myself and see the truth.
You do not cut me off.
You do not shut me out.
I am mortified and humiliated, and You still lift my face though I am drenched in disobedience.
You sing love songs to my soul and give me courage to live as You lead me.
Wash me with Your words. Let me forget them no more.
Change me and heal me and finish what you started.
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Posted by Rebecca
Fri, 06 Feb 2009 17:39:00 GMT
A co-worker sent me this. I needed it.
The song is originally from the move Fireproof which is about suffering marriages and how God can heal them.
However, I think the lyrics can be applied to a variety of life situations, which is why I posted it.
You can view the original music video, which contains scenes from the movie, here.
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