Dangerous...

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Being Single In the Ministry

Let me just tell you. It's stinkin' hard.

I remember when I made it to the final round of interviewing at the church. I was sitting at a conference table with six (maybe more) people being asked all sorts of questions and the pastor asked me something about how I was going to balance the church with my personal life. He then told me that there would be people who would see me as a single woman and expect much, much more of me and my "loads" of free time. However, having my time taken advantage of has not been an issue at all since I've been at the church (most people are quick to offer the "you have friends and school" excuse before I even think it). No, the hardest part of being single in the ministry is....

being single.

And boy, do people like to point it out. I didn't go to a dinner event at church once and a member asked me the next Sunday where I was and I explained that it was a "couples thing" and "since I'm not part of a couple..." and she said "Why not? It can't be THAT hard to find someone!"

Thanks for that.

And we recently had a family camping trip (and, aside from the fact that I don't camp...) not only do I not own camping supplies, but I don't have the family, either. Again, I was asked why I didn't go... It just makes me feel weird. I know I'm part of the "church family" and I never sit by myself for too long before someone invites me to join, but I always feel like a leach or a party crasher.

Maybe I'm just homesick.

Or maybe I haven't gotten past the idol of marriage and a family.

Even today, a seminary student came by the church to interview the staff members for a paper he was writing and he asked me how I balanced my church responsibilities with my own relationship and children. I (perkily) said "Oh! I'm single." and he gave me the awkward "oh..." and stared at the floor before he apologized to me.

Now, I know what y'all outside of the ministry staff and/or seminary culture may be thinking..."25 is still way young, you have your whole life ahead of you"...but inside the ministry staff/seminary culture, I might as well be a spinster..my eggs have probably expired by now, anyway.

I just wanted to put it out there...it's hard walking in these shoes. Just please let me hold your babies a little while longer. And, for the love of Pete, stop telling me that "One day, when you least expect it..." because if that's the case, he'll never get here; I'm always wishing for Prince Charming to be serving the Lord right next to me.

Updates?! Not so much..

It was a dark and stormy night in the smallish town of Wake Forest. It was just after midnight and the only sounds that could be heard were the rain spattering against the window, the leaves rustling  in the wind, and the whistle of the train in the distance. Most of the other seminarians were tucked snuggly into their beds as Bekah sat in fear. In the corner of her dark living room, she hovered in the soft glow of her Macbook and desperately tried to deny the inevitable. However, the calendar doesn't lie. It is time for her to face the truth and to realize that it, yes, IT, is here. IT is the Attack of the Syllabi! 2 exams in 2 weeks? Eh. Not so bad. 2 papers due in those same 2 weeks? A little tough, but not miserable. 1,394 pages to be read during said 2 weeks? Death! Murderous, heinous, unavoidable death!!!!! 

So, blogspot, I bid you adieu...until mid-October, that is. If you see me on here, slap me back into reality. I can run, I can hide, but I cannot avoid the Attack of the Syllabi.

Song of the Day (9/21/2010) * Rufus Wainwright- Hallelujah

Modish Monday #1

In efforts to blog more, I've decided to do theme days. Because I like alliteration, from now on we will be celebrating Modish Mondays and I'll be showing all the stuff I think is cute! So! Here we go!!

Recently, I've been missing the sorority life and having reasons to get glammed up, so here are some presh dresses! After writing this blog, I'm lusting for a soiree'!! A girl can dream, I suppose...

    

  

Just give me embellishments and a good ruffle and I'm there! I love being a girl :)

I Love Spontaneous Weekend Adventures!

Every so often, Kacie and I get to the point where we'd be willing to cut off a body part in order to have a nice, juicy steak. So, every so often, we have "Roomie Steak Night" where we go out and grub on some cow. Tonight was a momentous Roomie Steak Night, because we had a third in our party. (For the record and for future reference, you should feel honored to be included in Roomie Steak Night; As a rule, we don't often include others...) Just sayin'. We put on our fat pants and we don't speak. It's glorious.


Anyway, after dinner, we were a bit wound up and we didn't feel like going home. After sitting in the car and and getting serenaded by Scott to the tune of a Hanson song, we decided to go to the Factory-- Kacie and I have always talked about taking pictures in the fountain and tonight, we FINALLY decided to do it...

Much to our dismay, the ONE night that we ACTUALLY go out there, there's no water in the fountain. Booo! But that's not why Kacie is sad...she's doubled over in pain and dismay because she tripped over that pipe (in the SAME spot, no less) at least three different times!! 

It was worth it, though, because she and I FINALLY got our roommate sprocket pic. 

Then, I decided that I wanted to ride my sprocket like a horse...

...and Scott decided to feed it.

The end.

Labor Day, in the park, don't think it was the 4th of July...

We spent a gloriously sunshiney day at Joiner Park picnicking and playing croquet!

Let me introduce you to the teams:

  
                      Red Team: Bobby & Claire       Green Team: Jesse & Whitney          

  

                   

                Orange Team: Richard & Elizabeth     Black Team: Brad and Mitch

 

  Yellow Team: Cory, & Sunni, who's not in the pic     Blue Team: Scott & Myself

 

Scott and I came in second place (without cheating, thankyouverymuchElizabethandRichie!!) and we are fine with that, because first is the worst, and second is the best :) Here he is taking our final stroke:

Plus, Scott has sweet victory dance skills HAHAHA!!

  

Happy Labor Day!!