God vs Science

 

 

This picture has nothing to do with this post. It’s just so punny I had to put it somewhere.

Moving on! I just wanted to record a kind of cool experience that happened to me today. I’ve been worried about being out of work recently, you know the kind. Worried like stomach-full-of-snakes worried. Can’t-fall-asleep-without-nyquil worried. What-kind-of-sex-work-should-I-go-into worried (not that sex work is an unappealing option, it’s just not for me). So I finally prayed about it this morning, and a fantastic thing happened.

I offered my worry up in prayer, and God took it from me. Hope infiltrated the darkness, and I marched out the door with a smile on for the first time in weeks.

Ten minutes later, I got an interview.

BOOM, just like that. And a couple hours later, I got the job:)

Maybe some will think this is a coincidence. Others will be quick to look at the situation statistically, and point out I had applied literally dozens of places in the last two weeks. Funny though, that’s how I see God in everyday life. I never did buy into the whole “God vs Science” debate because God is science. God is that advanced calc class I never mastered. God is neuroscience. God is quantum entanglement. God is the Vasiliev theory. God is Hubble’s Law of Cosmic Expansion, Kepler’s Laws of Planetary Motion, and Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle.

Here’s what I’m talking about-

Matthew 8

“When Jesus came down from the mountainside, large crowds followed him. ² A man with leprosy^[a] came and knelt before him and said, “Lord, if you are willing, you can make me clean.”

³ Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man. “I am willing,” he said. “Be clean!”Immediately he was cleansed of his leprosy. ⁴ Then Jesus said to him, “See that you don’t tell anyone. But go, show yourself to the priest and offer the gift Moses commanded, as a testimony to them.” “

Did you know that thalidomide is used to treat complications of leprosy? Yeah, that hard to pronounce thingymajig regulates the immune response by suppressing a protein, tumor necrosis factor alpha. Wouldn’t you think the creator of the universe knew that by suppressing the tumor necrosis factor alpha protein, leprosy could be cured?
“Miracles!” Says the church. “Argg, science” says I. It’s one and the same.

And I just think that’s the bees knees.

Finding Meaning in the Day, take two

All right, so I’ve actually already written this post once but the internet ate it. Which honestly, might have been for the best. What started out as a positive post rambled into me questioning my relationship with God and in need of some serious emotional recharging, so let’s try this again!
Two months ago I had a fantastic job in my field of choice while still at uni. My budget was bangin, my workout schedule was being used AT LEAST half the time, school was a breeze, hell I was so put together I even made my own loaf of bread every week. I had worked hard to get to the point where I could look at myself and be like “this chick is who I want to be. Huzzah!”.
And then my mother committed suicide.
It would be a lie to say my entire world fell apart, because it didn’t. At that time I was actually going through an unrelated job change (read the last post), and one thing led to another…now I have a crappy part time out of some guy’s house.
(Edit- NOT PORN, I would’t be so worried about my finances if that were the case. Ten dollars an hour is not porn money people).
I stopped baking, working out, watching my budget, I just stopped trying. My world did not crumble on its own, I picked up a sledgehammer and helped with the demolition.

Hey, look at that. This post is going on the depressive side AGAIN dammit. Alright, I promise next time will be better. I have a positive, uplifting post in my head but when I sit down to type all this poison flows out. And I refuse to delete or re do this, because the point of this blog is honesty. I polish and edit myself until I feel acceptable to be presented to the world, and this blog is the exact opposite of that. When I read back on this I’ll know nothing was deleted or re done (although disclaimers and edits may be added). It’s my messy, raw, un-edited soul and I like it that way.

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
-Ernest Hemingway

Finding Meaning in the Day

Now that class is out and my job is only two days a week (I really miss full time*)

Annd for some reason this entire middle portion was deleted. I swear it was poignant, well written and full of meaning. Kinda. Okay it was really just me babbling, but I’m too frustrated to write it again.

 

*Long long looong story short, I have worked at least full time for two years now. I got a job in my field and while I hated my boss, I was really grateful for the opportunity and had planned to stay until I graduated. Then out of nowhere, I got offered my dream job. A designer I had worked with in the past told her boss about me, and he contacted me for an interview. 70K, my own showroom, the works. After researching this new guy, let’s call him Dick, and his company I decided to hand in my two weeks and GTFO. Well, Dick ended up being a trust-fund-baby meth addict. He went through 27 employees in one month, I have never, NEVER worked in such horrible conditions. And I have worked at (and enjoyed!) a car wash. The pay was $10 an hour. I lasted until pay day (two horrible weeks) and found a waitressing job on my way to his other location, they hired me on the spot. That same day, my mother committed suicide. I legitimately tried to go into work, but I FORGOT WHERE THIS PLACE WAS, as well as the name! The location I had written down was wrong as well. I think it was a God thing, at least I hope it was. It’s been over a month since Mom’s suicide, and while I am desperate for full time work I’m glad the universe forced me to take some time to myself.

Also, everytime you see the phrase “long story short” on this blog, it really means long story that is slightly condensed. Sorry I’m not sorry. That phrase reminds me of something Sister likes to say, “It must suck to suck”. Ah sisterly love.

In the beginning there was….Boredom

Hey all (if any) internet goers that made it here, welcome to my blog! The purpose of this – nothing. To you that is. I’m just your average 21 year old trying to “find myself” and I thought maybe recording things every once and awhile would help.

A bit about me-

– Still putting myself through Uni (with the help of my Dad who chips in for some tuition)

– Interior Design major who thinks Interior Design is a frivolous career, but you like what you like. I am struggling with the desire to go non profit, and then I think of the fact I was supposed to graduate this year. Not two years from now. I’m done changing my major

-Apartment renter! This sounds silly, but there is a kind of pride that accompanies paying for your own living expenses. Been here for over a year now and I love it!

-Frugal extraordinaire

-Panic attack haver

-Bible questioning, God fearing, sin having Christian

-Depression feeder

-Yoga fanatic

-Doctor Who watcher

Most, if not all of my posts will be about these things or have links to other sites that have these things. I guess this blog is really just a space I’m carving for myself that holds a bunch of my thoughts, interests, pictures, ect to kind of answer the question “Who am I?”

I’m looking forward to finding out