It's been interesting since I last entered. Christmas went well... this past semester has seen me sorting through a lot of very confusing things - things that I wasn't certain how to take, and others that I didn't want to take a all.
I finally made the decision to cross over into the Nursing program... I wish that I had had enough forethought to realize that it was inevitable, but the truth of the matter is that I had to deal with a lot of other things, including pride, before I could go on... There has been much prayer an petition, and I have struggled with the decision more than I really would have liked to, but it will be alright. God is faithful and utterly amazing... I love Him so much.
We arrived back from the Gulf around 1 in the afternoon yesterday. I know that this will sound stupid to some, but it was so emotionally draining and stressful. There were so many that we spoke to that we wished we ... I don't know. The first day down, all I did was work at the church. It was amazing - we built a set for a youth show that they were putting on... nothing extravagant, but ya know... it was amazing to us to be able to be a part of anything that felt like it was getting back to normalcy. The second day, I can't even remember what all we did without looking back on journal entries, but all I know is that that was the day that my heart started to break. It's one thing to see what has happened and say, "Oh, my word" and it's another thing to go and actually do something about it. The work was hard, yes, but it was so different to speak to people and to hear how it has truly effected their lives. I remember one woman stating on our last day, "I don't know which was worse - the water or losing everything." To see the tears that still come up... after six months, much has been done, but there is still much to be done. The amount of work in Pascagoula itself is overwhelming, let alone New Orleans. On Saturday, we drove to Kenner, to the church that our team leader, Rev. Munsell, is now pastoring. While we were there, we went to Lakeview and also into the 9th ward... one thing that got me was seeing the X's on all of the buildings.... even when they say no bodies were found, there is still the possibility that there will be people found in the homes - there are over a thousand people still unaccounted for... there are hundreds that they have already found. The most encouraging thing to me, personally, was to see one house, on the Blvd that we first stopped on which had "1 live" marked on the outside... even through the storm, God is faithful...
Last night someone asked me why they aren't my type... and to tell you the truth, I don't know. I know that I'm not ready for a relationship, but that's not the answer that I want to give to anybody... I'm just so confused right now. I know that it is coming up to that time, at least for those searching for true love in undergrad to start considering the possibilities, but I know that I have so much of my life before me... wow, that sounds conceited. I suppose that all I really want to do right now is get to know people... I'm not ready for a relationship and don't really want to be pushed into one. If I knew that he wasn't as serious as he is, I might consider entertaining the idea, but I just don't feel like the decision is an informed one...
Other than life's craziness, I have an exam tonight, in my night class, that I still haven't studied for. and also I have a paper that's due on Thursday, although I'm almost done with the book, so I'm not sure that I'll really have to worry about it, except for not having any grammatical errors (that is the only thing that our prof takes off for). I wish that I were more able to communicate what is going on.