Being home was wonderful – too short as winter breaks always are, but wonderful nonetheless. There is something about living with people who love you that makes life so comfortable, warm, and happy. Some other things that being home made me think about:
UNDERSTANDING: So much of the resentment, judgment, confusion, and ill will in this world do not come from differences, but rather form misunderstanding, perceived differences. To truly understand is probably to admit that you don’t understand, that you can’t understand, because in the end, we’re not God and we do not know everything.
CARING: People express how they care is such different ways – at school I live with wonderful girls who sometimes treat me the way I would treat someone if I really didn’t like them. I’ve come to learn the lack of hugs and expressed emotion doesn’t mean they don’t care – its the little things they do, the things they put up with, and the quiet support they give that show they care. Something else a friend helped me learn over break on the subject – caring about someone (this kind of goes along with understanding) is having the humility to realize that you do not know everything about them, you will never know them 100% – and so, caring is taking the moment to pause and consider what that unknown might be: might that comment bother them? might that object mean more to them than you think? might you be wrong?
SIN: It’s a terrible thing. It ruins individuals, relationships, friendships, and families. But – everyone does it. and – everyone can repent. Sin is never good, but the things people can learn from it may in the long run be good. Part of loving people is accepting that – loving the sinner in spite of the sin, because in reality we are all the worst of sinners.
MOTIVATION: My family motivates me more than almost anything else. To live up to their expectations, to be examples for them, to honor them, to be happy with them, to live with them forever.
TRADITIONS: I love traditions. I love making traditions. I love keeping traditions. There is a power in traditions that gives me comfort and stability. Part of why I love the holidays is that they are filled with traditions. December starts of with nightly “Christmas Tree Snacks” where the children act out the story of Christ’s birth with the figurines from the nativity while Father recites the story from Luke 2 (of course while sitting on the Christmas tree quilt and followed by cookies – the one time we’re allowed to eat outside the kitchen in my house). Then there’s the family Christmas party (that I missed because I was in finals) where we cook and clean for a week and a half and then entertain upwards of 200 people for an evening full of Christmas spirit. There’s Christmas eve and our live nativity. There’s santa’s gift and then breakfast and then presents under the tree. There’s burning slips of paper on new years eve and the beach on new years day. I love traditions 🙂
Now I’m back to school – with 14 hours of class, 12 hours of dance, and 20 hours of work a week – I”m not quite sure how I’ll have time for anything else (let alone all of that). But it is great to be back.