Autobiography in 500 words.

I'm applying to Grad School. Ugh. I'm still staying on staff with Campus Crusade, but if I get accepted I will drive to Chattanooga once a week to pursue my Masters in Professional Counseling specializing in Spiritual Formation. The thought of it is enough to send me into a random dance equivalent to one my childhood BFF and I used to do. Imagine New Kids on the Block's Hangin' Tough.





Anyway, I had to write out my life in 500 words. Nice. Suprising who or what made the cut and what didn't. Ex-fiance' didn't make the cut. The nightmares had in the past when thinking about 7th grade and the fact that I was Napoleon Dynamites twin didn't make the cut either (see picture). Isn't it amazing to think that these painful things in your past now don't even make the 500 word essay? I remember my discipler Debbie telling me over and over again, "Time is your friend." I used to mumble things under my breath about that one, but I've found it to be bittersweet and true. The events of life shape and mold you and you move on to the next twist or turn and before you know it things that were so hard are just part of your journey.

Now on to shallow and superficial things. Does anyone want to chip in and buy Simon Cowell a new shirt? One with color? Also, I'm bored to tears with my music. Any suggestions? Okay, I'm off to do something important (I have no clue what I'm doing).

Beth

It's time....

So, I've often been told that I should have a blog. Well, here's my first attempt at sharing my thoughts and stories and sending them out into the cold, dark abyss of cyber-space.
What does one talk about on a blog? Who cares enough to read it? Then I think about my own stalkerish tendencies and realize that perhaps there are others out there who are stalkers as well. My mother. Eric. Haley. My mother. Leigh. My mother.
Aww....poor Anoop just got the boot off of American Idol. Let us pause for a moment of silence for the fallen Tarheel.
The past week in Knoxville and the few days to come are filled with a mixture of emotion. I'm saying "bye" to 13 of my senior women who I just absolutley love. These dear women have allowed me into their lives, each at a different level, and I've grown to love Jesus more because of them. Every April I wrestle with this particular job hazard...saying "bye", sending out, wishing well and then realizing come August I will start over again. Oh my....it is worth it.
As I watch American Idol I would not want to mess with Lil Rounds or Alison for that matter.
So.........that's all I've got for tonight. Who knows when my next post will be? I'm sure you all will be on the edge of your seats waiting. ;)
Beth