Seven weeks and $2,945 left to collect.
That number is crazy talk. Crazy talk, because its the highest fundraising goal I have had to raise for myself. I always try to scrimp on fundraising goals that I set for myself on mission trips that I organize. I like to lower the figure by the amount of money that I personally pay, and then lower it by paying for as many costs out of pocket as possible.
I like to think that makes me a humble and good missionary. A missionary that doesn’t burden people. The reality is I am a scared missionary. Afraid that if I asked for the real number I wouldn’t see it come through. I like to keep the real number close to my chest, and count on my own working hours to bring in the biggest piece. I like to control and plan fundraising events. I like to work the hardest, and earn the most.
No room for that here. God’s provision alone. So, here’s to letting go and humbly approaching a throne.
I can never give away more than I have. Christ has given me something eternal. (1 Peter 4:11)
I would like to stand tall with a soft smile.
Turn to my friends and laugh at their jokes without hesitation.
I am hunkered down, not laughing. I am an accountant.
Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older? Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long.
The wait is over! No amount of Netflixing can deny it, it is upon me. I am in the golden age of youth and adulthood. Today I banked, bought MS student instead of shoes, threw out a bag of old clothes and shoes, and plugged my meetings into my phone calendar.
I am a Spiritual Life point person, on the Student Events committee, in a Finance Club, working full time at the world’s largest Victoria’s Secret, leasing my own apartment, and trying to quit coffee.
May the semester never take me away from my first love: Christ.
— Myunghwa Choi, ”Loneliness Unmasked” sermon (via breanna-lynn)