Maybe I was preoccupied with surviving day to day, but my last class went by as usual, with me in a chipper mood because I knew my doctored up caf coffee was coming. (I gave in on my last semester of college. I now drink coffee). My last piano lesson passed by with me thanking Diana, as our own domestic goddess Gabrielle floated in with her plate of warm, homemade glory that can make any future and present housewife feel insecure.
My last chapel worship leading experience was my first time leading for everyone from behind an acoustic piano. It came and went in an understated way.
I carried out my last semester of college in my first "official" relationship. I've already seen God use that experience. Sometimes when we submit our futures to God, a small, hidden part of us retains its grip in subconscious hopes that our submission will not require relinquishing something we don't want to. Denying our emotions and following peace can mean pain. But God gives us grace for every test of our obedience, and does not let us fall when we only seek to please Him. What good are my words to Him if I only follow through when it is comfortable, even though He is only asking of me so that He may give more? I have to blindly trust.
Yet He has never broken a promise.Who am I if I don't keep mine to Him?? It's the least I can do. I only stand to benefit. He only asks so He may give.
I'm the one who thrives on getting to the next tangible goal, and carrying out a clear plan. I can knock out a well organized to-do list like it's calorie-free cheesecake. Yet in two unexpected processes of having to recognize serious unrest in my heart and act on its confirmations, I find myself not just "free" in the sense of having graduated, but perhaps more "free" than my planning self expected, or would have liked. I had quite a comfortable life waiting for me next fall in every sense. But I would have been emotionally and spiritually unfulfilled, having no time to devote to things I am passionate about.
Promise #1 that God comes through with, pronto: tithing. Having no solid job in my future, I tithed a higher amount than necessary last weekend, feeling God putting it on my heart. Not only did the exact amount appear as a gift, but that day I was offered a part time job for the exact number of days I plan to be home. Well HEY HEY. My name is Sara and I'm a volunteer calling you on behalf of Solano County Supervisor _______ in his reelection campaign, asking if he is receiving your support in this election. Yes, I'm the one making a political phone call to your house during dinner, and quite enjoying it- it's easy, pays decently, and if you give me attitude I'll find way too much joy in hanging up on YOU. (after wishing you a great day). Oh HO! The tables can TUUUURN. (the only downside is occasionally calling a person who is crying due to losing a loved one... they hung up before I could even consider sounding like a lunatic and asking if they wanted someone to talk to... ugh. That part is really rough). :(
Sara's Rules of Cold Calls:
- Never assume gender. Even if its name is Michelle every time you check and the box says "F".
- There is an ironically beautiful way to politely hang up first on a rude person.
- Bad words to mix up: "deficit" and "defecate"
- If you wish them a great day, they don't win by saying "NO". Just don't inform them.
- Don't drink soda.
- Don't giggle.
- Do NOT get the hiccups.
- DO change your name spur of the moment to whatever comes to mind. Animated characters, various fruits and small animals are preferable.
- DO leave messages in accents. Accuracy is irrelevant.
- DO leave messages while in yoga poses.
To be continued.
