home is whenever i’m with you.

Forgive me readers (aka my friends who love me enough to read my blog), for I have sinned. It has been 2 weeks since my last post. Allow me to explain…

May 3-6: Studied/Crammed for and took my last 2 finals of the semester.

Friday, May 6th: Went out for exactly 1 hour with the 1Ls for a “we survived” celebration before heading home to do laundry/clean my apartment/pack everything I need for the summer.

Saturday, May 7th: Drive 6.5 hours to Atlanta to spend time with my older sister Crystal, her husband Shelton and my adorable nephews.

Sunday, May 8th: Woke up at 6am (after staying up with the boys watching The Cosby Show until midnight) and drove 9.5 hours home. Drove straight to my Uncle’s house for a Mother’s Day dinner with my whole family.

i obviously got a little excited when I finally drove into VA and sped up.

Monday, May 9th – Thursday May 12th: Woke up at 9, packed again, and headed to Ocean City for a graduation/survival of 1st year of law school vacation with my sorority sisters.

Friday, May 13th – Sunday, May 15: Stopped at home for a hair appointment followed by another road trip to Harrisonburg for my line sister’s wedding!

photo courtesy of Bradley Jones Photography

Almost 2,000 miles later, I am completely exhausted and happy to be home. My first year of law school was great. I learned so much, in the classroom and out, and I made some great new friends. But there’s no place like home.

in a thousand years and a thousand tears,                                            i’ll come finding my original crew.                                                            – “I Feel Home” by O.A.R.

blog title: “Home” by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
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you will be my first love/and i choose you again.

Earlier this week, I was hanging with a friend. After discussing a million other things, we started talking about people who try to convert their friends to their religion by saying things like, “I really like you and I really don’t want you to go to hell.” She mentioned some of her friends who claim to be “born-again” and then she said, “They claim to be born-again, but they’re really not because their parents were already Protestant before they were even born. It’s all they know.” I literally LOLed and said “no that’s not how being born-again works,” but I understood what she was trying to say. That these so called “born-again Christians” were only repeating what they had been told their whole lives. She was assuming that they didn’t choose it for themselves.

This is a topic that I have struggled with for many years. I was born to parents who had already accepted Jesus Christ as their savior. I’ve attended the same church my entire life. My pastor was even at the hospital when I was born. There has never been one moment in my life that I doubted that Jesus Christ died on the cross for my sins. Or that God created everything in this world, myself included. But when did I accept him for myself? When did I really fall in love with Jesus?

I wish I had a great story for the day I asked Jesus to come into my heart. Instead, I remember once, in my second year of college, after a messy breakup, someone told me that in order to heal, I needed to come back to my first love: Jesus . And do you know what my idiotic self said back? “I’m not really sure Jesus was my first love.” I wasn’t even sure if I knew how to love God. And ever since that day, there has been a hole in my relationship with God. As soon as I said that, my mind was flooded with all kinds of negative thoughts that pulled me further and further away from God. Every time I sinned, or fell off track, I heard the voice of the enemy telling me that God had officially run out of patience. I felt like God must have given up on me because I just couldn’t get it right. But the truth was…I had given up on myself and the redeeming power of God’s grace. 

 I dwelled on Isaiah 59:1-2:

“Surely the arm of the Lord is not too short to save,

Nor his ear to dull to hear.

But your iniquities have separated you from your God;

Your sins have hidden his face from you,

So that he will not hear.”

Instead of Romans 5:8:

“but God demonstrates his own love for us in this:

while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”

While Jesus was hanging on the cross, he already knew every sin I would commit. He was even prepared for the many times that I would walk away from him, or pretend that I couldn’t hear him calling my name. But he loved me anyway. He loved me before I even existed.

He is my first love. And I have chosen to love him and follow him for myself.

 Have you made your choice yet?

(all photos courtesy of http://weheartit.com) — song title: “My First Love” Avant feat. Keke Wyatt