Learn

I love to learn. I never ever, ever want to quit learning. I love to read. I love to know what you're reading. It's all fascinating to me. While considering this fact, I figured out that's probably the reason I can't stand school so much this year. I'm learning absolutely nothing (nothing valuable, at least). Everyday, I paint. Seriously, that is all. I paint from 8:40 in the morning until 2:05 in the afternoon and occasionally stop to change the song on my iPod.

You would think one would love to wake up every morning to do what they enjoy for countless hours at a time, but to me, this is becoming all too repetitive. I never want painting shoved down my throat. Lately, you might as well squirt acrylics in my eyes and ears and watch what happens. I think it's making me dumber. I tried to do math the other day, and drooled on myself. Obviously, I need to fix something here.

So here's what I did tonight. I took this experience, and I learned from it.

First of all, I learned to praise my sweet God in Heaven that I decided on not going to art school. I contemplated what I cannot simply live without, and that's writing, and missions. I am designed to serve, fellowship, and to put it all on paper.

Secondly, I learned why the problem even existed in the first place. Our spirits were never designed to stop learning.

"By wisdom a house is built, and through understanding it is established; through knowledge its rooms are filled with rare and beautiful treasures."
- Proverbs 24:3-4

"He who gets wisdom loves his own soul; he who cherishes understanding prospers."

-Proverbs 19:8


We're supposed to love learning. Our Creator made us that way. I want to learn what He wants to show me. I think it's time for me to sit and listen. I'll be the first to admit, I'm not so good at listening. Believe me, I'm trying. I am constantly guilty of texting while you're speaking to me, as well as waiting for what I'm going to say next instead of listening to your thoughts. It's a problem, but a problem that I'm fixing nonetheless.

So my prayer tonight is: Jesus please teach me something. I'm seeking your knowledge, and I want you to show me what you know.

I'm also more than ready to learn from the inadequate amount of people who read this silly blog. I know I don't know everything, and since I obviously have quite a lot of time on my hands until May 23rd (my graduation day, praise the Lamb. And yes, you're all invited), I'd love to get coffee with you, and hear what you have to teach.

In Joy,

Kandace

a few of my favorite things..

I have a confession to make, and it's an addiction.

What I'm about to tell you about is something I have on a near daily basis.
I make time for it, I keep it to myself, and sometimes I can do it at hours at a time.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am a professed napper. I love naps. Seriously, give me 5 minutes with the Food Network channel on in the background and I'm out like an uncoordinated kickball player.
Why such an obsession? Well, for a few reasons: for one, I'm an early bird, and no one else under the age of 1,000 is, therefore, I sleep less in order to have a social life with all the rest of you night owls (shame on you for making me adjust- kidding, I don't know what I'd do without you guys). Secondly, procrastinating is one of my favorite past times. I've done it ever since I can remember. I'm sure my mother birthed me past my due date because I simply decided to kick it in a uterus instead of being born on this Earth (my apologies for making you all read the word uterus, it made me uncomfortable too).

However, I have another reason for napping, and that's because I've learned to value the importance of rest. I'm no scientist, but I've worked enough hours at a gym desk to read enough Health magazines to know that sleep is nearly magical. Sleeping fixes your muscles, it allows your skin rest, and quite frankly, it makes us all a little less pissed off.

A friend of my family said one time that sleep is a declaration of faith. As we close our tired little eyes, we're putting our lives in God's hands believing that we're going to wake up in a few short hours in order to go on with a new day (or meeting, or dinner, we're talking about naps here).

God wants us to sleep. He wants us to lay our heads on his chest and breathe out all our exhaustion. He rested on the 7th day, didn't he?

Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the Lord guards the city, the guard keeps watch in vain. It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives sleep to his beloved. (Psalm 127:1-2)

So here we are, sitting here with our 5 hour energy's, and espresso IV drips, wondering why on the planet we just yelled at the lady at the DMV. Don't we just need a nap? So I encourage you all to take a little delight in my sport. Take a little breather, and let your soul take a cat nap. God can use us so much more when we have a little bit of rest.

Well this is embarrassing...

Here we go again everybody.

This is that same ol' same ol' post where I apologize for my lack of blogging, say that I've been busy, and promise that it'll never happen again.
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However, I feel as though it is necessary. Since my last post, my world has been shaken up completely. I spent weeks in Guatemala, completely submerged in my sweet Savior's unfailing love, only to comeback and learn to put on forgiveness everyday and let go of relationships that did nothing but waste my time and provide me with a bitter attitude, but that's all I can say for that matter.

So I had to make a decision, and that decision was to stop deciding.

It's comical to me that I think I know everything. When really, the Creator of the universe has it all planned out, and not only does He have it planned out, it's the perfect plan. I learn this more every day, especially since Maumelle traffic is nothing short of purgatory. Everyday, I get to spend close to an hour in my Toyota 4runner (her name's Donna, and she's a gem) just talking to Jesus. It's in those moments when we're still and quiet that He'll tell us all the news. Things this year that seemed unplanned and stupid to me, really turned out to make sense, because in reality, it's all about his good, perfect plan.

So once again, I thank God for the people placed in my life. Whether it's newly rekindled friendships or the ones who take me to the dollar movie when I thought my Saturdays were done for. I thank God for Guatemala, and the beautiful families and experiences He's showed me there. You've all been around me to help me grow, and I'm blessed to be doing life together with all of you.