Lessons I Have Been Learning

About two weeks ago to this day I realized that I was about to go broke. Like- actually broke. Not a penny to my name. Plus my rent was already past due and my utility bills were quickly approaching. Now, I will admit that I've found myself in difficult spots before where I've had to ask my parents for $20 for groceries, but this was different. My parents have been so gracious to me during this time so I am very thankful- they have provided money for a host of different reasons- but their money was running out as well. Just the mere thought of this sent me into a deep depression which has meant all the typical things- me unable to get out of bed, the only good part of my personality basically being nonexistent, isolating myself- the usual. Most significant and if I'm being honest, the most terrifying part of it all though is that I allowed myself to fall very behind on my schoolwork (I almost say this with a bit of a laugh though, because I have a very dear couple who their first question for me when I'm not doing well is- "How's your schoolwork?" Sorry T&C, it ain't good.)

My 21st birthday quickly approaches, and I have found it difficult not to compare it to where my mother was at this point in her life- freshly graduated from Cedarville, and about to get married to my father with her life much more in order than mine is currently. When I turn 21 I will be in the throes of an uncertain senior year also at Cedarville, with no clue what my next year of life is going to look like, and single as all heck (that part doesn't actually bother me, though.) I'm not where I want to be spiritually, mentally, and even physically, and it feels like the waves of life just keep tossing over me, and I am unable to catch my breath. I get frustrated a lot because I allow myself to think a lot: "Well, if Nana was still alive, x, x, and x wouldn't have happened." Now- I know that in reality if Nana was alive, though some things would have been able to be resolved or prevented more easily, she was not the panacea for my life.

So through this whole mess I have been learning and re-learning some very difficult lessons:

1) I need people.

                           Some of y'all are going to think I am real stupid for putting this as a lesson, because this is really obvious, right? Not so simple for my serotonin-lacking brain. When I am having a depressive episode, I tend to isolate myself rather than surround myself with people, which ends up making things so, SO much worse. Living alone, this escalates things. Even though I tend to get anxiously attached to people, I have had to face the hard truth that I actually need people to steer me in the right direction, to ground me, and to provide encouragement during the difficult times. After a quick coffee chat with my discipleship professor, he even recognized that in me. I thrive the most when I am regularly grabbing coffee and meals and just spending quality time with the people that I cherish the most. This goes hand in hand with my next lesson.

2) Humility is key.

                          I have a strange fear of being arrogant. I literally went into the office of my boss a couple of weeks ago and asked him if he thought I was arrogant or not. But I've realized over the past couple of weeks that I have had a pride of a different kind. In my not bringing myself to get help, to ask for help, to bring myself around people...I've been believing that I can do it all on my own. That I can manage the mess that is my life on my own. I've even skipped counseling twice in a month because I thought I couldn't give up an hour of my precious time to accomplish things to actually let it all out- spoiler alert: big mistake. I've never been able to do it all on my own, and I certainly cannot right now. So I've had to come to a point of accepting my life and myself as I truly am right now, and that many things are beyond my ability and control.

3) I need to look for what the Lord gives me and be grateful, even if it is not necessarily what I want...
                       This has been really difficult for me. I like to pray bold prayers because I know that the Lord answers bold prayers, but many of them have either not been answered, or have been answered in ways that I did not quote-on-quote "want." Whether it be relationships that weren't restored or did not deepen as I wanted them to, wanted opportunities that never came to fruition, difficult situations I was not delivered from...for the most part the Lord has fulfilled those wants) and what I thought I needed) in different ways. Other people were brought into my life, food was provided to me, I somehow ended up with just enough money for groceries, and people surrounded me for support in those situations I could not get out of. I'll admit sometimes I just am so upset that life isn't going how I'd like that I can't even notice what the Lord is providing, or I refuse to not be grateful. I am trying to turn that around.

Anyways- back to the whole "I'm broke" situation- it's now been resolved, thank goodness. Not through methods I would have wanted, but now I do not have to go into any further debt to pay for my rent and utilities for the rest of the semester. I had to find a little humility and bring myself to call upon someone I knew could help me out, and it took a lot out of me to admit my situation and ask for that help. 

It's still going to be a bumpy ride to the end of the semester, but I'll make it. I always do.

Until next time,

Laura xx

September

Today is technically the first day of fall, but it sure does not feel like fall out here in Ohio. We are still having daily highs into the 80s, and as of right now, the predicted high for October 1st is 91 degrees. You would think that after two years of being out here, my body would had adjusted to a longer summer, but alas- it has not! I'd be lying if I didn't say that I am wishing for cooler weather as the trees begin to change and the leaves begin to fall. Anyways, I cannot believe that we are already almost to October- I rarely think about my birthday month until it's upon me.

September has been a trip. I'm going to admit that it's been a bit of a mess, it just seems like I cannot get out from underneath the waves of life right now. I am learning day after day how difficult adulthood can be. I want to give a shout-out to my parents though, because honestly this past month would not have been survivable without both their emotional and financial support. I always wanted to be an adult, and have a place of my own where I could entertain and have space for my friends to come to and feel at home. It was so great in my mind and while it is still great in reality- there are so many things attached to it. I now have bills I am responsible for and while I've always looked being "domestic"...I am realizing why people have a hard time keeping up their homes when they have jobs and other responsibilities. Despite that, though, I love having this house. I get to bake things for people when I want, cook meals for friends, and have movie nights.

(Here's a picture of my living space. It's drab still, but it's coming together!)

Classes are going well so far- I am taking my lightest load yet with only 17 credit hours. I am taking my extra time to either embrace it being my last year here, or working. I still am working for the Center of Political Studies (H&G Department), but in a lesser capacity than I was this summer, as it is the school year now. I am so beyond thankful for the friendship, guidance, and support from those above me in the department, it's such a blessing to have professors who are willing to work with me and help me towards my goal of being a professor. I feel like I spend my life in our building, but it's been an extra home to me. I also have officially joined Dayton Avenue Baptist as a member, so I am so happy about that. I've found a family there as well. I find it so amazing that the Lord keeps providing me with support when I need it the most.

Coming up, I take the GRE (graduate record examination) on Saturday, which I have to admit I am quite nervous about. This whole "getting into grad school" is kind of wigging me out at the current moment. I am in major debt from my time at Cedarville, so I will really need to get an assistantship if at all possible for graduate school. Right now the school I am looking at the most is the University of Cincinnati- it's a good program where I could possibly just continue on to my PhD there if I am successful in my Master's program, and it's close to home. We'll see what happens, though.

I would really love if if I could have prayer over the next couple months as I complete my application process for grad school- and that I would rest in whatever the Lord does, and for my finances. If you want more details on my current financial situation and the details surrounding it, you can contact me directly, but I'm not super comfortable with throwing it out there on the internet.

So there's your September update! As things keep happening this semester, I will keep you all informed!

Laura xx

An Update

I am officially a senior at Cedarville University.

Let that soak in for a moment.

For those of you who have been with me through this entire journey, I am sure that many of you are amazed along with me that I have reached this point.

That being said, it's about time to give you all an update on life.

My summer was a paradox, it had so many great moments, but there were some very low moments as well. Peaks and valleys, as we would say in "Christianese." It was such a blessing to spend my summer here in Cedarville, but there were a lot of difficult personal decisions that I had to be making during that time, and many of the decisions I made were not wise. You live and you learn, but still it is difficult.

(So glad that I got to see Papa for a little bit.)

I was able to do some traveling, and though it ended up coming to bite me in the rear, I am still glad that I was able to go home, and then spend some time in two of my favorite cities. 

(I had perfect weather during both of my stopovers in Washington. About 80 and sunny, both times!)

Life has been a bit wild these past couple of weeks as my list of probably unwise decisions continues to pile up. As many of you know, I am living off-campus this year in a house. I truly do love having my own space, but it has come with a bit too much craziness for my liking. They do not teach you in school how difficult it is preparing finances for your first place. It makes even more difficult being out here on my own and without my parents here to ease the stress. I am so thankful to all the families that have decided to make me a little part of their family, though, because I would not have been surviving these transitions without them. 

This fall will be a trip, that's for sure. I am not overloaded with classes for once, I am only taking seventeen credits, but there's just a lot of other stuff going on. Hopefully there will be a few graduate school visits mixed in with my GRE exam and a trip or two to D.C. I am also hoping to get a bit more involved in my church and on campus during my final year here. We'll see. 

My heart hurts that it's my final year here. I'm going to try and soak up all the wisdom I can from my favorite men on campus and try to grow in this greenhouse as much as possible before I have to go back to the real world. 

Pray that I grow this year. There are some things that are going to be difficult things that I know will probably arise. 

Hopefully I'll be back to regular posting soon.

Laura xx

Nana- Six Months On

Grief is an odd thing. I don't think it ever quite ends, or I don't think it will in the case of Nana.
I know that I didn't properly grieve, it's hard to when consumed by schoolwork. That clicked during my final counseling session for the school year, when the dam of tears actually burst. My counselor was happy that the vulnerability had finally come, but I had suffered greatly between that Friday morning in May and the five months that had passed since my grandmother's death.

I did feel it. I still feel it. I felt it in the three months where I couldn't fall asleep at night without crying because my last memories of her played in my mind, and I couldn't rationalize the fact that in two weeks she went from not being able to finish a game of Rummy with me, to being with the Lord. I feel it when I replay a voicemail she left me on my phone last summer, it was just a simple message...she needed me to help her with something up in the trailer at Living Waters. I feel it when on the phone with my Papa, as I hear and feel his pain. I'm feeling it right now as I struggle with the fact that I won't be home this weekend for her burial. I feel like I am betraying her. My best friend and beloved grandmother, and I can't even come home for her burial?

 Oh, how I wish it was not so complex.

Life goes on, but the pain is still raw. The only photo I brought out to school with me this past year was one of Papa and Nana taken at Disney in 2016, in honor of their 60th anniversary. It means I get to "see" her every day, even if I don't get to physically see her again until glory. I know she's still with me in a figurative sense. I wear a ring of hers most days, one that her fingers could no longer hold after they became thin and bony, it makes me feel like she is there. Whenever I buy an iced coffee, a regular occurrence as all of you know, I can hear her voice in the back of my mind sassing me with: "What are you doing?! You don't need that! You have a Keurig at home!"

But I've reached the point where I no longer attempt to call the house phone in the afternoon, knowing that Nana is not eagerly awaiting my daily call. I no longer daily check my mailbox, knowing that my weekly letter from Papa doesn't come until Friday. When referring to the house, I only slip occasionally in no longer calling it Nana and Papa's. I'm improving. The real test will be when I come home at Christmas, but I try not to think about that. I didn't think I could last six months without her, but here I am, still here.

I am trying to focus on the fact that her pain ended six short months ago, while I sat watching football at the Mach's. In that moment my life may have changed forever negatively, but she went on to a life so much better than I could ever imagine. So I am comforted in that.

"Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints." Psalm 116:15

Until we meet again, Nan. 

The Great Adventure (and the failures leading to it!)

This is going to be a long one, so you might want to cozy up with a cup of coffee or tea.

But then again- when do I ever write anything brief? That would not be very Laura-like.

I have decided to dub this summer "The Great Adventure," hearkening back to my favorite early Steven Curtis Chapman hit. Moreover, it is a summer where I have made a covenant with the Lord to live more authentically and intentionally as I prepare for my senior year here in Cedarville. Reaching the point of that covenant meant me reaching a low I had not been to in over a year, though.

(Me in front of my lil house- 95 N. Main)

Let me give you some context.
Unfortunately, just as the summer was about to begin, I was not living authentically or intentionally, and had instead fallen into some old, bad habits. I'll be honest with you all, the last two-three weeks of the semester were an actual train wreck, perpetrated only by me. I will keep most of the details private, because not only is it still extremely tender, but it does not just involve me. I won't sugarcoat the reality of it, though- I was extremely suicidal the last couple weeks before school ended. I apologize if that shocks or really bothers anyone who is not familiar with me. I am a master at acting perfectly normal because I do not want to scare those in daily contact with me. It is not something I particularly care to discuss as it is a tender topic for me and for the Church as a whole, but many of you know that I have struggled with mental issues such as this for years. I have very few people who knew out here, but those who do have kept and continue to keep a watchful eye over me. The true issue with this, and with my continuing struggle with depression and anxiety is I like to gild everything that is going on, and that often leads into me lying about my life and sometimes even about those who are in it. My brain can somehow convince me that it is better to lie to those who have explicitly stated their care and concern for my well-being so I am not burdening them and that my current situation does not worry them. Oh! And a not-so-fun fact: I also was not attending chapel unless I forced myself to go and sit with our VP of Academics to keep me accountable, skipping my devotions and classes, and not preparing for finals as I should have. But I thought I was fine, floating along in the web of "little" lies which had built up...until I was confronted on them. 

Surprise! I was not the only one being affected!

You'd think after twenty-one years of life I would have learned that lesson by now, but alas, I have not. In my embarrassment, panic, and anguish the Lord humbled me to the point of repentance, and so I made a covenant to stop living as I had and to try to live with as truth and honesty as I could. But can I tell you something? It's not easy. Ingrained far back in my brain is the impulse to say "I'm fine," when anyone asks how things are going or how I'm doing, even if I am literally in crisis. Thankfully I had some people who were able to see right through that, but I ended up hurting both myself and others when mindlessly giving that answer time and time again. The Lord has taken ahold of me, however, while the consequences of my actions are painful and I am learning lessons that are also painful, this is all necessary.

I am prayerfully in the pursuit of the Higher, and of truth. 

Now with that out of the way- what exactly am I doing in Cedarville, Ohio this summer?

Those close to me know the struggle I had with trying to find a job. My father had helped me update my resume and I had applied nearly everywhere on campus, with lots of rejections or no replies. I had so badly wanted to be able to serve somewhere on campus during the summer, and so that was another reason I had been feeling suicidal. I was questioning whether I had missed some sort of sign from God that I was actually supposed to leave Cedarville for the summer...and at that point I had already committed to living downtown. I'd committed it to the Lord back in December of 2018, but my patience was worn thin. It was literally the last day of the semester when I SO GRACIOUSLY got an offer from Dr. Smith and the History & Government department to continue working for them, and to work for the school's lawyer on the side. To those who know me the best- that was the dream scenario which I'd refused to entertain the thought of. So that was absolutely wild to me, the Lord once again showed me that I needed to just trust Him. They've also graciously allowed me to use one of their offices for my work this summer, and they have just been so warm and kind in putting up with me. I am also taking four classes online...so I have not quite figured out how I am going to balance working 5-6 hours a day and doing schoolwork, but I'm working on it. This was my first week with all four classes, so it will just take a little time for me to get into my groove. 

As for the state of my mental health, I have been a bit lonely, which is unfortunately a major trigger for me. I would definitely call myself an introvert, but I often need people around me to ground me. I am not going to try and explain how my brain works, but essentially if I am alone and get locked up in my head my thoughts can become very irrational very quickly. I am extremely thankful for my friends who are willing to get together whenever their schedule allows, and for those who take me into their homes with no questions asked. As well, those from my church who have stepped in to meet my needs, and who offer to be of help anytime that I need it. I am learning every day what true biblical friendship looks like, and how the Church should function as a body and family. Everything is picking up though, so that is to my benefit as keeping busy keeps me somewhat okay. I also am able to find a fair bit of joy in my daily walks. I'm a big fan of nature, and walking around the outskirts of campus while listening to some good John Denver or Simon & Garfunkel always lifts my spirits.

(My typical sight on my daily walks: we don't have wildflowers in Ohio like we do in Maine, but it's still beautiful!)

Many of you have wondered if I will be coming home to Maine to visit this summer, and unfortunately it is looking like that answer is "no." It is kind of ironic because two of my best friends and a professor of mine will all be heading up there at various times in the next month, but it just does not look viable for me. I miss my ocean, I miss Canada, I miss Living Waters and my friends there, and of course I miss my family and pets...but this is where the Lord has me. I am excited for the opportunity to get to know some of my professors better, to spend quality time with my friends who live here, as well as spend time with my church family, and to grow spiritually.

You can always keep me in your prayers if you think of it, I am a bit of a mess. I love to jokingly refer to myself as trash, and I know that I am not actually trash...but I'm kind of fumbling through life right now. I am going to continue to keep a low profile on social media for the time being, I just know I won't be able to keep a healthy grasp on it. But I am able to see the Lord's goodness and faithfulness in the little things. All I have needed, Thy hand hath provided! 

I'll just leave you guys with a Bible verse that's been on my mind and heart a lot lately. Life on earth is finite, I've had to wrestle with the reminder of that in the months since Nana's passing. But I'm slowly learning to be intentional with my time, and make the most out of my limited days, especially my limited days here at Cedarville. It is hard to grapple with the fact that I only have a year left in this "greenhouse." I know I am still going to stumble and hurt those I love at times, but with the help and guidance of the Lord, there is mercy and grace for each day. 

"So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom." Psalm 90:12

Laura xx

Beauty From the Ashes: Part 3

"The Lord is faithful in all his words and kind in his works."

Psalm 145:13b

(This is Part 3 of a series, you can find part 1 here and part 2 here)

If I am being honest, I had no desire to actually sit down and write this conclusion. A total of like ten people read what I post, and I've had little motivation to even to get up in the morning. I miss Maine, a lot. Don't get me wrong, I love Ohio, and I am being tremendously blessed living out here, but I miss the comfort of Maine, and seeing my pets and Papa. Seasons of depression are difficult for me to get out of.

But I'm working on it.

Now- let us jump back into May 2018.

(I posted this picture on Facebook & Instagram to hint that I was returning in the fall)

That first week of May was a lot of fun. Even though it was finals week, I wasn't too stressed. Abby and I spent a lot of our time together as she was already through with finals, and we ended up having some conversations that I'll always remember, for their humour if nothing else. It was also in those few days that I made a lot of impulse decisions I'd later reverse, after realising my adviser didn't have a clue on what would be best for me. I spent one day as an Integrated Social Studies Education major, before I switched to a double major of PoliSci and History. It was a lot of big decisions that I shouldn't have been making whilst I was trying to pack things up and get ready for my trek back to Maine.

A friend from home had agreed to let me travel back with him, and so we made plans to leave on that Friday after he finished his last final. Claire and Nate helped me pack up my things and get them into Kurt's truck, and on the 4th I said a teary-eyed farewell to Cedarville until the fall. At this point, no one really knew that I was staying, and so I kind of hinted at it on social media. We were around the Akron area when my phone started to ring, and somehow I knew exactly who it was- Lynette. Her and I were not close enough at that point that I would have buzzed her as soon as I had made my decision, but it was so thrilling to tell her that I'd be back. Even though she was going to be up home during the summer, I hadn't wanted to leave that friendship in Ohio.

Home was home, I realized that quickly after I arrived. The initial high of seeing my pets and my grandparents was great, and I was excited to get back into a routine of daily Tim Hortons runs with dad and spending most afternoons at Nana and Papa's...but I knew I'd made the right decision about coming back to Cedarville. There was no future for me in Aroostook County, and especially in Fort Fairfield. It was also in that month in which I made some decisions I would like to gloss over, such as ill-fated decision to join the Honours Program and deciding to live in Faith for my Junior Year. But I did make the wise decision to take four summer classes, and while scoping out fall classes to take, I found out that I could take another class from Mach, so that was pretty dope. Everything ended up balancing out in the end.

So in conclusion, and reflection...

I have said this a million times over, but I am still passionate about it- I am SO glad that God worked in me and my circumstances so that I could return to Cedarville. He knew that was where I needed to be, but silly me had wanted to fight Him on it. And spoiler alert- disobedience and stubbornness towards God never works out. I just have to be reminded of that every once in a while....or maybe all the time. What the Lord has brought me in the past year has literally made this past year the craziest of my life. but I am thankful. It is still a bit difficult for me to reconcile and process it all, but I am trying to remind myself of the goodness and faithfulness of God.

I'll be back on in a week or so to give everyone a recap and update on life here in the 'Ville. 

Laura xx

Beauty From the Ashes- Part 2

"When I thought, 'My foot slips,' your steadfast love, O Lord, held me up. When the cares of my heart are many, your consolations cheer my soul."

Psalm 94: 18-19

(This is Part 2 of a series that will continue on into May, you can find part 1 here.)

It is kind of amusing, because when I first sat down to write this post about April 2018, I had a pretty gilded view of it. (Gilded- hah, get it? My area of history, the Gilded Age? I shouldn't be allowed to make jokes...) That changed when I went back through my journal and other writings from the month. I had forgot how truly difficult the month had been, at least for the first three weeks of it. The month began on Easter Sunday down in Niceville, Florida with my grandparents and favorite aunt and uncle. However, the very next day I found myself travelling once again on a Greyhound Bus, this time back to a school where I had an uncertain future. Sure, the Lord had already worked in great ways, but I was still returning to a mess.

At that point, I was resigned to the fact that I would be getting Bs in at least two of my classes. Now, to normal people, that would be fine...but for me, that just added to the pain I was feeling. I could tell that most of my professors were not exactly "on my side" and were not impressed with me. That combined with still not sleeping well and some financial issues, yikes. Life was a trip. It actually didn't begin to turn around until the last week of the month. That was one wild week, but it changed my course completely.

Monday, I had an interview planned with Tom Mach about the book he wrote about ten years ago. I had taken US History II that semester with him, and was literally heartbroken that I would never have him as a professor again. [Okay, first of all, this little aside does not have anything to do with Tom, but this was also the day that I fell in love with Founders Hall. The first floor is literally magical.] BACK TO THE STORY. It was through this interview that I was realised like, "Woah...this dude is legit." Like, he'd already helped me that semester, but I was literally...in millennial terms, "shook." He actually gave a crap about me, and my mental health. He took me seriously. This was the first instance where I had remorse for the decision I'd made to leave Cedarville.

The next instance was that Wednesday. I'd gone to chapel and sat with my beloved "BBBBBBs" AKA my "Balding, but biblically based Bible bros." (Some of the profs from our Bible department I used to sit with.) It was Senior chapel, but since I was leaving as well (albeit in different circumstances) I felt the message geared towards me. Dr. Estes spoke with such wisdom, and he ended his message singing a song that had been the song of my soul that entire semester, "Be Still My Soul." It is a song that still drives me to tears just hearing the first few bars. I felt the Lord speaking to me, and I just broke down into tears right there in my chapel seat. The Bible professors sitting with me noticed my distress, and prayed over me after chapel.

I didn't want to leave.

On Thursday my best friend, Abby McDole, returned from her semester in Spain. On Friday we reunited and spent the afternoon together in Xenia catching up. Her return brought even more guilt upon my heart. I'd already told her whilst she was in Spain that I wouldn't be returning, ruining a lot of our plans for the future. Now that she was back...it made me not want to leave even more. 

Saturday was the final straw. Abby and I got brunch before going shopping for me, as I didn't really have any "cool" clothes to wear to Elliv, an annual Cedarville variety show (remember, I dress like I'm already fifty). My heart was just absolutely restless during the entire day. We went to Elliv like we were going to that night, but I couldn't focus on it. The Lord decided that that night was the time for Him to grab my attention 100%. In the middle of the show, I had to get up and leave because I knew that I was going to break down. My head was spinning because I wanted to stay, but I didn't really want to stay. I knew the Lord was calling me to stay, but there were no certainties about anything, everything was planned for me to leave and never return. I'd been shipping all my stuff home, I'd applied to UMPI...it was going to be a mess no matter what. So I called my dad crying my eyes out because I didn't know what to do. But I told him that most likely I would end up staying at Cedarville.

Sunday, I went to Dayton Avenue for the first time, and it clicked. For the first time since I'd come out to Cedarville, I felt at home in a church. Blessings upon blessings upon blessings. I still love that church, and my church family (especially my Veritas family) with my whole heart. And that next day, I withdrew from my withdrawal interview (oh, the irony) and told Abby about my crazy change of plans.

One week. Just one week. It changed the course of my entire life, literally.

That was April. Thinking through my twenty-one years of life, I'm not sure I've ever had a month quite like that April. 

I am so grateful for that April, and for what the Lord did. I'll be finishing up this miniseries next month.

Laura xx

Beauty from the Ashes: Part 1

"You have turned for me my mourning into dancing: you have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness, that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!"

Psalm 30:11-12

(This is Part 1 of a series that will continue on into April and May.)

Today marks the one-year-anniversary of the time that I almost dropped out of Cedarville. Like, was about to hit up the Registrar's Office, and by the grace of God I was stopped in my tracks. I had been at my literal wit's end, and in my sleeplessness-induced state of psychosis, had not been sure I could even live. It was my lowest point, but God brought me up from it; slowly, but surely.

Not everything was solved immediately, and that's why this will be a three-part series. No amount of help I received made things perfect, though I should mention that I would not be here at Cedarville, or maybe even alive if I had not received that help. I stumbled the rest of the semester in a few of my classes, and I had to work my butt off and intentionally work on my relationship with the Lord to make it through the rest of that semester. However, that gracious allowance of the Lord to let me leave Cedarville for almost two weeks at the end of March to get me back in a place where I could work on my mental and spiritual health was major. 

I've learned a lot, and I am still learning from that dark March, and especially from that day. Most of all, I've learned that I cannot simply cure mental illness by denying that I suffer from it and stopping medication. Sure, I can be pretty convincing with appearances. And I am not denying that I truly am that type-A, driven person who loves her cardigan/shell/pearls combo that people see most of the time. But I had to accept that I am also a person who has to fight daily random panic attacks, is prone to bouts of depression, and some days can only bring myself to throw on some mascara and a baggy sweatshirt. Also that I take medication for a reason, and I do myself more harm than good when I quit it cold turkey.

I also learned, and am still learning that vulnerability is something that needs to happen, but not everyone is going to like my vulnerability or accept me for it, and I need to be okay with that. Mental illness is still fairly taboo in Christian circles. I sent a fairly vulnerable mass email to my professors on the 24th of March explaining my situation and why I would be leaving campus for nearly two weeks in the middle of the semester. I had a total of two professors (Mach and Murdoch) who I felt saw me as more than a letter grade, and actually reached out to help me. Despite how far that set me back in my trust of people, it has helped me grow. Just because some people will not be okay with my vulnerability, it doesn't mean I need to lie and act like I am fine 100% of the time. I am still working on this, and will continue to be, but praise the Lord for those people who I know will walk along with me even when I am a blubbering mess, and for those who currently walk along with me.

I left for Florida on March 25th, and while it was an adjustment for me getting back on my medication and keeping on top of schoolwork, my wild spirit was able to be soothed during the time spent with my grandparents at Michael & Cheryl's house.

I'll be back in April to reminisce about April of 2018. It was another month filled with intense struggle, but it was also the month in which God changed me radically and called me out into faith like I had never experienced before. I can't wait to delve into that, but I wanted to make sure I gave context.


Laura xx

Sassy...Ohioan?

I've had a phrase that I've been saying lately:

"The Lord is weird, but he is so good."

That basically sums up the "mini-journey" that I have been on since September of last year, and boyyy do I have some news for you all.

You are looking at the newest year-round resident of Cedarville, Ohio.

How did I get to this point, you may ask?

The Lord is weird, but he is so good. 😉

It was during September 2018 that the Lord began stirring my heart to stay in Cedarville permanently over the next year. That was humorous to me because it had been just mere months ago that I had sworn off Cedarville. However, at that time, obviously I was worried about being away from Nana and Papa for that long amount of time, and I had no clue about how it would all work out. So I began praying about it.

By October it was feeling right, but still I had no real direction, so I decided to shoot my dad a long email about how I was feeling and letting him know that I most likely would not return home the next summer. I physically cringed hitting "send" because I was afraid I was either going to get a call where he laughed at me, or yelled at me. It was neither- he sent me back an email saying he understood and would support my decision. That was a definite "God moment" and into November and December, God was just confirming and confirming my decision.

The only other two obstacles were going to be trying to find a job here over the summer, and to find housing. If those were not provided, I knew that this was not what God wanted for me over the summer. But to the glory of God, I was asked to help rent out the house my friend Hannah will be living in over the next year (and for a reasonable price, may I add!), and I have my first job interview on Wednesday. I have back-up positions I am going for if I do not get this one, but I am no longer worried about the possibility of NOT getting a job, it is more of a worry about getting a job with enough hours to keep me afloat over the summer.

So there you have it! 

I'll be honest, I'll miss my Maine summer. This will be my first summer where I do not spend any time at camp...ever, seriously. And obviously I'll miss my family and the pets, but there is no doubt in my mind that this will be a summer of great growth and stretching, and that this is where God wants me. I've got my church, and my ever-expanding Ohio family as a fantastic support system.

And a surprise little add-in: 

I will be graduating next spring! 

Okay, okay...this is not completely confirmed because Tom Mach and I need to have a little heart-to-heart before I make the final decision, but there really is no reason for me to NOT graduate next spring. So now I get to start thinking about my GRE, and grad school applications...just so much fun!

I will admit that everything going on right now is a tad bit overwhelming, but it is mostly all blessings. I have had to make SO many giant leaps of faith over the past year, and I do not regret any of them because the Lord has been faithful.

I am still going to leave my blog title as it is, because I'll always be a Mainer at heart and even though it is not in my immediate plans to return, who knows if someday I'll end up back there.

I do have some things that everyone could be praying for, though:

1. That my summer job is secured, and I can get enough hours to feed myself and still have a little money to have some fun. (I have enough money saved up for rent, already.
2. I either have to take 12 credits over the summer (while working) or 21 in the fall to graduate next spring- so prayers for perseverance.
3. That I can find an affordable apartment or house in Cedarville to sub-lease with people for the fall. It would probably be cheaper in the long-run for me to live off of campus for my senior year, and honestly I would prefer that, so if you guys could pray that if it be God's will, I find somewhere to live that is close-by.
4. Pray about my GRE/grad school decisions that will come up in the fall. I am not quite sure if I am ready for this transition or not- but it is coming up quickly whether I am ready or not!

I appreciate the prayers in advance, I cannot wait for you guys to all follow along with me on this next adventure!

Much love,

Laura xx 

My Nana

How do you write a small post about someone who meant the world to you?

(One of our first pictures together)

It's been a rough couple of weeks for me, and you all know that. Thank you to Tom & Chris, Lynette, Mandi, Sissy, Abby M, Laura, Kristen, Cam, Haley, Holly, my professors...and everyone else I am forgetting for the love and support you have given me.

I had the privilege of having Gail Frances Lunn as my Nana first and foremost, but also, in her terms, "a very special friend."

 It was only natural, having spent my first five years of life with her as my daytime caretaker, and the next 13 years of my life with her after-school each day, and countless hours besides that spent at her and Papa’s house. She was the first person I wanted to call when anything was going on, and when I would walk into her house, I would immediately seek her out. Even when physically apart we exchanged emails, phone calls, and eventually sent text messages and would FaceTime occasionally. The best part of my day out at Cedarville was our hour-long conversation we would share each day. Some days we didn't get it in, some days we went over the hour...but I cherished them. She also knew how much I loathed an empty mailbox, so she would write out her daily activities and thoughts and send them in letter form 2-3 times a week, and once a week slipping in a ten-dollar bill. She also sent me monthly care packages full of my favorite sweets she baked, my favorite candies, and usually decorations, or clothes, or coffee to fill the rest of the box. 

Oh, how I miss those already. 

She was my hero, I've never seen a stronger lady. And having shrunk to 4'11 by the time she passed, she was indeed small, but even more indeed mighty. She'd suffered from painful rheumatoid arthritis since my Mom was just a baby, and even though she'd joke about her mangled hands- I loved those mangled hands. Not only that, but she'd survived a bout of breast cancer, a fractured femur...and...well...some broken ribs that were caused by me hugging her a bit too hard as a preteen (dang osteoporosis!). But she had also survived the traumatic loss of her mother when she was 31, and the pain of her only sister walking out on our family about thirty years ago. The Lord was her strength, and she was bold about that. 

There are so many things that I miss about her, and many might seem strange to you, but they weren't strange to me.

•  Her cooking: I had many special "Nana meals" that I know will never taste quite as good even if I make them exactly according to her recipes. My birthday meal consisted of her meatloaf topped with bacon bits, turnip (her and I's favorite vegetable, with vinegar, of course!), olives, and her rhubarb dessert instead of a birthday cake. I am so happy that I was able to have my last birthday dinner with her celebrated early last August. Her sweets and breads were something I happily gorged on, and it will never be the same.

• Her hugs: They got progressively more bony as I grew up, and as I grew taller I had to bend over to get them, but I loved them. She always smelled of baby powder and White Rain hairspray, and I always caught a whiff of it whenever we hugged.

• Her hands: She had what I considered to be the most beautiful fingernails, and though her hands were gnarled and her finger joints loose (she used to love grossing me out by wiggling her top knuckles around), I sure loved them.

• Her distinct yelling of, "Laura!!!": I finally had grown up enough to figure out what I could say that would prompt that. And honestly, especially during our phone calls the past year and a half, I enjoyed being able to tell her the outrageous things I'd done that I knew would make her go off. (Oh, excuse me, she would yell at me right now for typing this, and try and explain that she was only "raising her voice." 😉) 

• Her scolding when I would say I was stressed: Y'all who know me well know that I am stress personified. But I couldn't say that I was stressed one bit without hearing, "You're stressed?! Why are you stressed?! There's no reason to be stressed! DON'T STRESS!!" It just is so funny because she stressed a lot, and I knew that...so occasionally I'd call her on it too, out of good jest. 

• Her handwriting: I have so many letters, cards, and a memories book that she made for me when I graduated high school so I can preserve it. She had such beautiful handwriting, and I loved scanning down to the bottom of each letter where I knew it would read, "Love you bunches!"

• Her hatred of coffee, Kraft Dinner, and me cracking my knuckles: That was one of the first things that struck me when I came home for her funeral. She wasn't there to yell at me for buying yet another iced coffee at Tim Horton's, or for cracking my knuckles. I did not like that silence. 

• Her support of me: She attended pretty much everything I ever did, and for at least my first ten years...she got it on film, too. I wanted to make her proud, and I know that I did make her proud. And I know she would still be proud of me. I felt her love every day. 

• Her never making it through a meal without spilling something on herself: this is pretty self-explanatory. It was extremely amusing, and my mother has inherited the trait.

• Her love of Fox News, Chopped, HGTV, and old game shows: I could always count on us to watch these together whenever at her house...although she normally would fall asleep.

• Her love of cards: I've never been much of a card player, until I played my first game of Rummy with her the summer of 2017. I enjoyed our rivalry, and it hurts my heart that we never got to finish our final game. (But she probably would have beat me anyways...)

She wouldn't have wanted the fuss of this post, because that wasn't the way she was.

But there is a Nana-shaped hole in my heart that feels worse to me than the actual hole in my heart I have.

I knew that she would never live to see me get married, or meet my children, but somewhere in my heart I hoped she would. But she'll live on in my memories. My children will know about their great-grandmother and the love she had for Jesus, and for me. 

(My last picture with her. I wish I'd known that it'd be the last.)

No matter the pain I feel, I am so thankful that her pain is gone. Her body betrayed her, and it betrays her no longer. Some of her last words were her saying she wanted to go home- and she is home, and I am thankful she is with Jesus. I am so thankful for her life, and that God let her be my Nana for nearly 21 years of my life.

Laura xx