Tomorrow marks the one month anniversary since moving in and starting the Chicago Semester. My roommate, Emily, and I were talking last night about how fast one month has gone- both good and bad. Between internship work, classwork, seeing family and friends I've been keeping myself busy. One of my favorite things in my daily routine is waking up at 6am to read my devotion and Bible- it's really helped start the day with God's peace; it proves He is bigger than anything and everything I wonder and worry about.
Something I focused on last week was the concept of choosing to have a good attitude. At my internship, I started filming and editing the video project my boss has me working on this semester. Something I'll never understand is why, even though I'm a film major, I get subtle panic attacks whenever I have to edit film... it's happened all throughout college too and to be honest, I'm not sure why. But, that was my task last week so I 'bulked-up' you might say and opened up Adobe Premiere with my shoulders back and head high (sometimes body language influences your feelings).
My Chicago roomies :) Emily and Retasya
I've finished one of the nine videos, and while I'll always be my own worst critic, it turned out okay. On Wednesdays I have the two classes I'm taking while in the city, and I haven't had the greatest attitude about the second one because of the traveling and content we do/work on. However, I woke up on Wednesday with the mentality that I was going to make the most of that class and not let it aggravate me. Crazy. I traveled the seven miles to the facility we were having class in and sat for the four hour class without any feelings of aggravation. Choosing to have a good attitude works!
Over the weekend, I worked at the hobby shop I worked at throughout high school and summers home from college, and then my parents and I went to a girls basketball game at my old high school because the team made it to sectionals. It was nice to sleep in my own bed and be home with them this weekend. On Sunday we went to Moody Bible Church and then to the Original Pancake House for breakfast. The sermon felt like the message was directed right at me (love when that happens) and I enjoyed walking around the Gold Coast with mom and dad as huge snow flakes slowly fell from the sky. It was more beautiful than cold and uncomfortable.
A low for the week was hearing the news that a grandfatherly figure who made a big impact on my life passed away late last week. It was hard to hear, but also slightly relieving because I knew he was suffering- and it was honestly harder to see him suffer than to hear he was resting in peace without pain with our Heavenly Father. A high for the week was starting a Bible study on Sunday night. I've never lead a Bible study, but I felt lead to start one our second week in the city. I spoke with my seminar professor who helped me find material to study and last night about ten girls came to our apartment and we studied Psalm 121 and shared hearts with each other. The girls said they were grateful for this because they, like me, were feeling a little alone and discouraged in this big city. While I know I'm not gifted, I felt the Holy Spirit guide me as I read Psalm 121 and prayed over the girls. I'm looking forward to seeing where this group will be in a short couple months- I believe God brought us together to encourage each other in this slightly uncertain time.
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