Dear friends and neighbors,
It’s been quite a while since I’ve updated this blog, and today seems like a perfect day to do just that, because I am so incredibly excited today, and I want to share it with you.
But first things first. I live in Nashville now, and I like it a lot. It’s kind of hot (ridiculously hot), but it’s really a cute little city. I also like Belmont quite a lot. There are a lot of people like me here: everyone wears flip-flops and owns Macbooks and listens to indie music, so I’m comfortable here. Sometimes I don’t know if comfort is necessarily a good thing, but eh, that’s beside the point. My roomie is super-nice, and my suitemates and my next-door neighbors and my classmates are also all incredibly kind people. Which is good. I like my classes, I like my teachers, I like my campus, I like my dorm room. I don’t like the cafeteria’s food. I don’t like doing homework. I do like going to shows every other day (that’s really not much of an exaggeration). And that’s life, more or less. It’s pretty darn awesome, if you ask me.
But I haven’t told you the best part yet. My major upon coming to Belmont was French, with a minor in Education and a plan to get my Master’s in Early Childhood Ed. in the year after getting my B.A. But for the last week or so, I’ve been feeling really discontent about my choice of major. As in, discontent enough to think, “I don’t know if I want to stay at Belmont after this semester.” (Well, that’s probably also because I’m insane and like to transfer schools every two days.) Because honestly, I’m never going to use a degree in French. I don’t want to go to France. And I don’t want my Master’s in Education, because I don’t want to teach in a classroom. I want to go serve God in China, like He told me to (and like He continues to tell me every second of every day). But Belmont doesn’t have a major in Asian Studies. Or so I thought. But, my friends, God works in the strangest ways. I’m taking an Asian Humanities class this semester, and my professor asked me about my choice of majors during class yesterday. I told him the truth: that, frankly, I wasn’t excited about my major because I want to go to China. And you know what he said? “Oh, well we are just starting a major in Asian Studies THIS SEMESTER.” Yeah. Yeah, I know. And he loves China and is really enthusiastic about me going there. Not only does Belmont now have the perfect major for me, but this means that I am probably going to be able to graduate on time (class of ‘09, baby!) AND I’m going to have the opportunity to study abroad in China/Hong Kong in the very near future. My goodness, I am so excited. I’m excited because God is awesome and always works out things perfectly. I’m excited because my life has this unbelievable purpose and calling. I’m excited because now I KNOW that I’m at Belmont for a reason. So, my friends, be encouraged, because God is flipping awesome, and the way He works in my life is just one little way that He constantly proves that. Yay.
And now I get to go to a sweet (FREE!) rock show, which is just icing on the cake. My cake. My cake of life. What I’m trying to say is that my life strongly resembles a piece of cake. Yum.
Love always,
Your best friend ever






