Amazing to think that after 2 years of hard work, I'm finished. I defended today and everything went really well. So, a few revisions and I'll be good to go! Whew...that was a long haul!
The funny thing is that I'm called a "Master." That is the most untrue thing I've heard in my life
31 March, 2008
24 March, 2008
D-Day minus 7
Start the drumroll, folks.....
In a week from today, I should be done with my defense and hopefully granted signatures toward my Master's degree. I honestly never thought this day would come, but it is approaching quickly. All that to say, I'm a bit nervous. I'm told it's like a firing squad... they just start barraging you with questions, one after another, waiting for you to slip. I know my committee isn't that die-hard, but you never know.
One week!!!
In a week from today, I should be done with my defense and hopefully granted signatures toward my Master's degree. I honestly never thought this day would come, but it is approaching quickly. All that to say, I'm a bit nervous. I'm told it's like a firing squad... they just start barraging you with questions, one after another, waiting for you to slip. I know my committee isn't that die-hard, but you never know.
One week!!!
13 March, 2008
Not my own strength
It has been one of those months. You know the ones I'm talking about.....the one where you feel like you're going from 0 to 90 to nothing and the world has been moving even faster than you. In the past month, I have...
written the rest of my thesis (and still making revisions)
traveled to DisneyWorld
Interviewed in Nashville
Job searched
completed another paper for conference
worked for the Dean
...and that doesn't include anything of my personal life. It has been a crazy month. I've realized, yet again, that I'm a giver (Maybe it's more like "devoted" or "stubborn") I don't say that to sound self-righteous, but I give all of myself to anything I do (I don't want to seem that I've got it all figured out, because I know I have a LOT to learn. I'm also incredibly selfish at times, which is a HUGE flaw). All that to say, I have this tendency to put my problems, needs, etc., on the backburner until everyone else in my life is stable and ok. I'm really good at choosing to smile and move on, spending energy to look forward and keep marching.
It's not that I'm at an emotionally unstable point in my life right now. Things are going very well, life is great, I have everything I need. I think it's more that I tend to give to those who need extra attention from me, and I neglect my needs until, all of a sudden, they smack me in the face. Couple that with the fact that I can't sit still and be silent, and it's no wonder that I'm tired.
And I'm not just tired, but I'm empty. I have absolutely nothing to give right now, and I'm desperately needing sustenance. You know that feeling where all you can do is breathe, and hope that the rest of the body functions? Maybe I'm being dramatic, but I'm right there.
Its a great thing that Spring Break is around the corner. For the last few weeks, this verse is repeating itself over and over in my head:
" This is what the Sovereign Lord, the Holy One of Israel, says: "In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength, but you would have none of it. " - Isaiah 30:15.
He goes on to talk about the Israelites, basically trying to take control of God's plan and not allowing Him to see it through. His writing reprimands and warns, and it's a good thing for me to take heed.
So, I'm going to be like Elijah (1 Kings 19: 1-18), waiting on God to reveal Himself in anyway He will. The interesting thing is that I remember meditating on this passage while at Summit 2004, our Challenge retreat. I was in the exact same position, waiting on Him and drawing His strength. He proved faithful, and He will again. I just need some extra "uumph" to get through :)
written the rest of my thesis (and still making revisions)
traveled to DisneyWorld
Interviewed in Nashville
Job searched
completed another paper for conference
worked for the Dean
...and that doesn't include anything of my personal life. It has been a crazy month. I've realized, yet again, that I'm a giver (Maybe it's more like "devoted" or "stubborn") I don't say that to sound self-righteous, but I give all of myself to anything I do (I don't want to seem that I've got it all figured out, because I know I have a LOT to learn. I'm also incredibly selfish at times, which is a HUGE flaw). All that to say, I have this tendency to put my problems, needs, etc., on the backburner until everyone else in my life is stable and ok. I'm really good at choosing to smile and move on, spending energy to look forward and keep marching.
It's not that I'm at an emotionally unstable point in my life right now. Things are going very well, life is great, I have everything I need. I think it's more that I tend to give to those who need extra attention from me, and I neglect my needs until, all of a sudden, they smack me in the face. Couple that with the fact that I can't sit still and be silent, and it's no wonder that I'm tired.
And I'm not just tired, but I'm empty. I have absolutely nothing to give right now, and I'm desperately needing sustenance. You know that feeling where all you can do is breathe, and hope that the rest of the body functions? Maybe I'm being dramatic, but I'm right there.
Its a great thing that Spring Break is around the corner. For the last few weeks, this verse is repeating itself over and over in my head:
" This is what the Sovereign Lord, the Holy One of Israel, says: "In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength, but you would have none of it. " - Isaiah 30:15.
He goes on to talk about the Israelites, basically trying to take control of God's plan and not allowing Him to see it through. His writing reprimands and warns, and it's a good thing for me to take heed.
So, I'm going to be like Elijah (1 Kings 19: 1-18), waiting on God to reveal Himself in anyway He will. The interesting thing is that I remember meditating on this passage while at Summit 2004, our Challenge retreat. I was in the exact same position, waiting on Him and drawing His strength. He proved faithful, and He will again. I just need some extra "uumph" to get through :)
11 March, 2008
Gotta love surveys
This is all Mandy and Meaghan's fault... so, lets have some fun with this!
1.Link to the person’s blog who tagged you: Meaghan and Mandy
2. Post these rules on your blog.
3. List seven random and/or weird facts about yourself.
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A. I crave Macaroni and Cheese.... blue box please!
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B. I have a secret fear of clowns.
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C. I'm not sure I'd ever move to a place where I can't wear flip flops all year long. Bless the South!
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D. I will be graduating with my Master's in less than 3 months. OH MY GOODNESS- that is weird.
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E. I am more in shape than I have ever been- trying to be able to run some races next fall.
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F. I'm slightly obsessed with the GoFugYourself blog
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G. I'm told that if I'm nervous, I tend to repeat myself.
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4. Tag seven random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
Tag, you're it!
Valerie
Mark
Anna
Becca
The Seley's
And...thats all. I can't tag anyone else 'cause no one has blogs!
1.Link to the person’s blog who tagged you: Meaghan and Mandy
2. Post these rules on your blog.
3. List seven random and/or weird facts about yourself.
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A. I crave Macaroni and Cheese.... blue box please!
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B. I have a secret fear of clowns.
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C. I'm not sure I'd ever move to a place where I can't wear flip flops all year long. Bless the South!
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D. I will be graduating with my Master's in less than 3 months. OH MY GOODNESS- that is weird.
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E. I am more in shape than I have ever been- trying to be able to run some races next fall.
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F. I'm slightly obsessed with the GoFugYourself blog
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G. I'm told that if I'm nervous, I tend to repeat myself.
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4. Tag seven random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
Tag, you're it!
Valerie
Mark
Anna
Becca
The Seley's
And...thats all. I can't tag anyone else 'cause no one has blogs!
07 March, 2008
Music bleeds over
Music has, and always will remain, a huge part of my life. I cannot imagine walking through my day without my iPod or a good song stuck in my head. Friends always joke, especially this week, that songs are continually rolling though my head and out my mouth. Maybe its a good thing, maybe it's a curse... I don't know....
But, this is one of those moments where music bleeds all over my personal life. I firmly believe that I have a soundtrack for my life. There are about 5 or 6 songs that permanently remain on shuffle for specific seasons in my life, and then there are some songs that transition in and out.
For this reason, I've created a separate blog to share some of the songs that touch my heart. Some of them are light hearted and fun, some are deep and reflective. All are important. I just love sharing music with others, and I especially love when music connects people in a very real way.
So, check it out! It is Lizlyrics.blogspot.com. I just posted about a Matthew West song that I've been living out over and over this week. Feel free to comment on some of the songs that are touching you and I'll definitely listen to them!
And, in the meantime.... enjoy the picture that will remain on my desktop for a VERY long time ::smiling incessantly!::...
But, this is one of those moments where music bleeds all over my personal life. I firmly believe that I have a soundtrack for my life. There are about 5 or 6 songs that permanently remain on shuffle for specific seasons in my life, and then there are some songs that transition in and out.
For this reason, I've created a separate blog to share some of the songs that touch my heart. Some of them are light hearted and fun, some are deep and reflective. All are important. I just love sharing music with others, and I especially love when music connects people in a very real way.
So, check it out! It is Lizlyrics.blogspot.com. I just posted about a Matthew West song that I've been living out over and over this week. Feel free to comment on some of the songs that are touching you and I'll definitely listen to them!
And, in the meantime.... enjoy the picture that will remain on my desktop for a VERY long time ::smiling incessantly!::...
28 February, 2008
No one else
I react to songs in different ways. If I'm really jamming, I usually bob my head to the beat or sway to the right. If I'm rocking out, my hands usually form a "ROCK ON" symbol and I'm screaming. If I'm trying to listen, I generally close my eyes.
But if I'm really feeling the music, I close my eyes, put my hand over my heart, and sway.
Last night was one of those moments....
Shane & Shane, Starfield, and Bethany Dillon held a concert here. I've loved all of them as I've watched them mature into the artists they are today. Beth's music has always spoken to me the most. It is genuine and real, and it easily translates to many stages of my life and walk with God. She started with this song last night - just her and her guitar. Raw, acoustic, and heartfelt. I easily recognized it from Hillsong United, but she did an amazing job.
...My eyes were definitely closed, hand over my heart, swaying.
None but Jesus
In the quiet
In the stillness
I know, that you are God
In the secret
Of your presence
There I am restored
When you call I wont refuse
Each new day again I’ll choose
There is no one else for me
None but Jesus
Crucified to set me free
Now I live to bring him praise
In the chaos
In confusion, I know
You’re soverign still
In the moment
Of my weakness
You give, me grace to do your will
So when you call I won’t delay
This my song, through all my days
There is no one else for me
None but Jesus
Crucified to set me free
Now I live to bring him praise
All my delight is in you Lord
All of my hope, all of my strength
All my delight is in you Lord
Forevermore
There is no one else for me
None but Jesus
Crucified to set me free
Now I live to bring him praise
But if I'm really feeling the music, I close my eyes, put my hand over my heart, and sway.
Last night was one of those moments....
Shane & Shane, Starfield, and Bethany Dillon held a concert here. I've loved all of them as I've watched them mature into the artists they are today. Beth's music has always spoken to me the most. It is genuine and real, and it easily translates to many stages of my life and walk with God. She started with this song last night - just her and her guitar. Raw, acoustic, and heartfelt. I easily recognized it from Hillsong United, but she did an amazing job.
...My eyes were definitely closed, hand over my heart, swaying.
None but Jesus
In the quiet
In the stillness
I know, that you are God
In the secret
Of your presence
There I am restored
When you call I wont refuse
Each new day again I’ll choose
There is no one else for me
None but Jesus
Crucified to set me free
Now I live to bring him praise
In the chaos
In confusion, I know
You’re soverign still
In the moment
Of my weakness
You give, me grace to do your will
So when you call I won’t delay
This my song, through all my days
There is no one else for me
None but Jesus
Crucified to set me free
Now I live to bring him praise
All my delight is in you Lord
All of my hope, all of my strength
All my delight is in you Lord
Forevermore
There is no one else for me
None but Jesus
Crucified to set me free
Now I live to bring him praise
25 February, 2008
Magical
I think that yesterday was one of the most fun days I've had in a long time. Yes, it had to involve Disney's Magic Kingdom, but there is nothing like taking you 5 year-old nephew to DisneyWorld for the first time.
So the fam is in Disney. My nephew, C, isn't really a Disney fan, but we're here as a family vacation. I desperately needed vacation, I think the rest of my family did too. What is amazing about our family outings is that everything always seems to fall into place. We got in early for our character lunch reservation. The family received a day fast-pass that got is directly on rides. We bypassed most of the crowd to get a prime spot for the fireworks. Every time we decide to do vacation, things just seem to work out seamlessly.
It was all worth it to see C's face as we entered the Kingdom on Main Street. As we walked through the main gates, he sees this large show going on right in front of Cinderella's castle. He looks at me and says "Aunt Amy, I can't see." Well, what was I supposed to do? Deny him an amazing Disney experience? Heck no... I picked him up and lifted him as high as I could. The look on his face was priceless.. jaw dropped, eyes transfixed, huge smile. He saw Mickey. And Nana T got it all on video.
What is amazing to me about this place is that the Magic never dies. For C, it was seeing Mickey the first time. Plus, he was a trooper yesterday riding Big Thunder Mountain, his first major roller-coaster. He freaked out at the ghosts in Haunted Mansion, and loved Buzz Lightyear and how they made all the toys come to life. He stood on his chair and was ecstatic when Pooh and Tigger came over to see him during lunch. It was magical.
For me, it was Tinkerbell. I remember the first time I saw Tink and the fireworks. Dad and I jetted over really quick to ride some extra rides when I was 11. Grandma paid for the entire family to come and stay at Disney for a week, so Dad and I didn't get to ride most of the rides we wanted to. We sprinted in the main gates and booked it through Main Street until, all of a sudden, I stopped. Dad looked back and saw me staring at the castle, and then glanced back to see what I was looking at. At that moment, the castle glittered and Tinkerbell flew from the Castle to a point in tomorrow land. He said I had the same look on my face that C had on his face last night - in awe, wonder, amazement. All of a sudden, the magic was real. Tink could fly, and I could do anything.
Fast forward about 15 years, and we're back. Dad, me, a new group of people and experiences, waiting on fireworks again. Ry picked a good place to sit, and we all went to grab some dinner. Once the lights dimmed in the park, the castle lit up. As I'm looking through my camera, struggling to understand the "night snapshot" feature, I see something twinkle from the highest point at the castle. That twinkling became brighter as I dropped my camera and realized that Tinkerbell was flying overhead, right above us. I felt like I was 11 again. The magic never gets old. It took my breath away and put tears in my eyes.
As we're leaving, dad was asking C what he thought of the fireworks. C looks at him and says "Man, that Tinkerbell is one brave lady!" Priceless.
Off to see Animal Kingdom!
So the fam is in Disney. My nephew, C, isn't really a Disney fan, but we're here as a family vacation. I desperately needed vacation, I think the rest of my family did too. What is amazing about our family outings is that everything always seems to fall into place. We got in early for our character lunch reservation. The family received a day fast-pass that got is directly on rides. We bypassed most of the crowd to get a prime spot for the fireworks. Every time we decide to do vacation, things just seem to work out seamlessly.
It was all worth it to see C's face as we entered the Kingdom on Main Street. As we walked through the main gates, he sees this large show going on right in front of Cinderella's castle. He looks at me and says "Aunt Amy, I can't see." Well, what was I supposed to do? Deny him an amazing Disney experience? Heck no... I picked him up and lifted him as high as I could. The look on his face was priceless.. jaw dropped, eyes transfixed, huge smile. He saw Mickey. And Nana T got it all on video.
What is amazing to me about this place is that the Magic never dies. For C, it was seeing Mickey the first time. Plus, he was a trooper yesterday riding Big Thunder Mountain, his first major roller-coaster. He freaked out at the ghosts in Haunted Mansion, and loved Buzz Lightyear and how they made all the toys come to life. He stood on his chair and was ecstatic when Pooh and Tigger came over to see him during lunch. It was magical.
For me, it was Tinkerbell. I remember the first time I saw Tink and the fireworks. Dad and I jetted over really quick to ride some extra rides when I was 11. Grandma paid for the entire family to come and stay at Disney for a week, so Dad and I didn't get to ride most of the rides we wanted to. We sprinted in the main gates and booked it through Main Street until, all of a sudden, I stopped. Dad looked back and saw me staring at the castle, and then glanced back to see what I was looking at. At that moment, the castle glittered and Tinkerbell flew from the Castle to a point in tomorrow land. He said I had the same look on my face that C had on his face last night - in awe, wonder, amazement. All of a sudden, the magic was real. Tink could fly, and I could do anything.
Fast forward about 15 years, and we're back. Dad, me, a new group of people and experiences, waiting on fireworks again. Ry picked a good place to sit, and we all went to grab some dinner. Once the lights dimmed in the park, the castle lit up. As I'm looking through my camera, struggling to understand the "night snapshot" feature, I see something twinkle from the highest point at the castle. That twinkling became brighter as I dropped my camera and realized that Tinkerbell was flying overhead, right above us. I felt like I was 11 again. The magic never gets old. It took my breath away and put tears in my eyes.
As we're leaving, dad was asking C what he thought of the fireworks. C looks at him and says "Man, that Tinkerbell is one brave lady!" Priceless.
Off to see Animal Kingdom!
19 February, 2008
Breakable
I'm not sure if you've heard her name before, but you've definitely heard her songs. In fact, if you watch any Old Navy commercials, you know "the Sweater Song" (even thought that isn't it's official title). I am addicted to Ingrid Michaelson because of a generous gift from one of my fave friends Sarah for Valentine's Day. What is amazing to me is how much music stills and quiets my heart more than anything else, especially on a day when it seems to turn my heart upside down.
But, enough about me.... let's talk about Ingrid.
She sang on Joshua Radin's latest release (who also has a great hit "Amy's Song"- wonder why I love that one). She's circled the talk show circuit, spending lots of time on Good Morning America and Jimmy Kimmel this week. One of her more popular songs "Keep Breathing" was a key feature on the end of Season 3 of Grey's Anatomy... (Yeah, you remember the part - Christina, after Burke left her, trying to tear her wedding dress off so that she could breathe. That was powerful!)
What I love about her is her genuine transparency. She has an ability to convey so much feeling and emotion in so little words. Her melodies flow back and forth, allowing you to enter in the music and let it wash over you. There is a keen truth and honesty in her lyrics and a strength in her voice that resonates. She talks about good and bad, strength and weakness. All in all, I haven't been able to get her album off of my iPod. And the awesome thing: She did it all by herself. No label, just Ingrid. Selling her love on iTunes.
So, here's the track that has been in my head this week. I think it speaks to a lot of people I know... myself included at times.
Breakable
Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess,
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.
And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.
You fasten my seatbelt because it is the law.
In your two ton death trap I finally saw.
A piece of love in your face that bathed me in regret.
Then you drove me to places I'll never forget.
And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.
And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls-
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls-
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.
15 February, 2008
Peace and Purpose
Peace and purpose. For some reason, this is a very hot topic when you get around twenty-somethings. We all are figuring out where to move, what to do, what adventure is next, and who we are going to experience it with. It feels like this has been the week for talking about peace and purpose.
I was sitting with a friend this afternoon and the topic inevitably wandered to peace and purpose. A lot has changed in both of our lives over the past six months, and we were both trying to grapple with it on a drizzly Friday afternoon. For my friend, it was about if this place was truly the place for her. She is confused because of where she is in life, and if that is truly where she's supposed to be.
So, I asked the question. "When was the last time you encountered peace and clarity with life?"
Her answer: When she decided to go back to school.
And life seemed simple for that moment. In college, a wise friend of mine revealed many quirky, but true phrases. "God doesn't like to push a parked car" was one of them. Another was "If you're ever confused about where God is taking you, think back to the last time He made Himself perfectly clear." For B, it was the decision to get a Master's.
So I had to ask... when was mine?
Easy: The decision to move to Nashville last summer. I remember that decision like it was yesterday - I looked at my savings, wondered if I could swing it financially, closed my eyes and stepped out. Within a week, all of the details were worked out and I was living more cheaply there than I was here. God was faithful. I was extremely vulnerable and, sure, the move was full of risk. But, God is faithful.
it was a little reminder that I needed this afternoon. Obedience is rewarded. Clarity comes for those who seek Him. It is ok to be vulnerable with people and life situations. Life can get really confusing, and sometimes you just need some clarity.
Currently Listening: "White as Snow" by Jon Foreman, the Winter EP
I was sitting with a friend this afternoon and the topic inevitably wandered to peace and purpose. A lot has changed in both of our lives over the past six months, and we were both trying to grapple with it on a drizzly Friday afternoon. For my friend, it was about if this place was truly the place for her. She is confused because of where she is in life, and if that is truly where she's supposed to be.
So, I asked the question. "When was the last time you encountered peace and clarity with life?"
Her answer: When she decided to go back to school.
And life seemed simple for that moment. In college, a wise friend of mine revealed many quirky, but true phrases. "God doesn't like to push a parked car" was one of them. Another was "If you're ever confused about where God is taking you, think back to the last time He made Himself perfectly clear." For B, it was the decision to get a Master's.
So I had to ask... when was mine?
Easy: The decision to move to Nashville last summer. I remember that decision like it was yesterday - I looked at my savings, wondered if I could swing it financially, closed my eyes and stepped out. Within a week, all of the details were worked out and I was living more cheaply there than I was here. God was faithful. I was extremely vulnerable and, sure, the move was full of risk. But, God is faithful.
it was a little reminder that I needed this afternoon. Obedience is rewarded. Clarity comes for those who seek Him. It is ok to be vulnerable with people and life situations. Life can get really confusing, and sometimes you just need some clarity.
Currently Listening: "White as Snow" by Jon Foreman, the Winter EP
25 January, 2008
Inspi(RED) with Seeing (RED)
I promise.... I'm going to be better at this blogging thing. Mac has made it even easier for me to blog by creating a Blogspot widget. All I have to do is move my cursor to the bottom right of the screen, and voila! There is my blogger! Still... I'm not all that wonderful at updating these posts.
So, it's my last semester, and I'm seeing (RED), literally. It's a scary and wonderful time, full of insecurity and room for God to move. But, as I approach that, I keep hearing the same question: "So, A....what is your thesis about?" What am I supposed to say to that? I mean, people want to know, but they definitely don't want to know details. If you bust out with a "well, it's about blah blah blah...," then they discover either a good way to get out of convo, or a blank stare.
For all of those who really care, this is my thesis in a nutshell (enter Zoolander reference here):
Product (RED) is an interesting case study. As you know, the initiative includes all those red Apple iPods, Converse Shoes, Gap T-shirts, AmEx cards, Hallmark Cards, Motorola RED RAZRs, Armani sunglasses and watches, and now Dell Computers and Windows Vista software. Bobby Shriver and Bono approached the Global Fund and wanted to create an economic initiative to find relief for AIDS in Africa. So, this is a classic Cause-Related Marketing venture in a new form.
The Product (RED) initiative intrigues me because it is created to be more of a non-profit licensing business for the campaign (at least, thats how it seems to me right now). It provides social responsiblity actions on behalf of the corporate partners, which is beneficial for their business. Each corporate partner enters into their unique business agreement with different parameters, but each company is both making money and donating money at the same time.
So, what I want to do is look at the campaign from a public relations point of view. I want to interview the creators and partners to see their decision making process when initiating this effort. I want to look at their communications to see what messages are communicated. Most importantly, I want to see how they evaluate the success of the project. I make no judgements, and I'm not trying to blow the lid off of the campaign. I just want to know how it all was started and how it will continue.
So, thats it. And, since starting this venture, I now own a few RED shirts and continue to buy a few more products. In fact, all of my Valentine's Day cards will be from Product (RED). If they're raising money to help an area of the world that I love, then it has to be great. Hopefully someday this will get me one step closer to meeting Bono :)
So, it's my last semester, and I'm seeing (RED), literally. It's a scary and wonderful time, full of insecurity and room for God to move. But, as I approach that, I keep hearing the same question: "So, A....what is your thesis about?" What am I supposed to say to that? I mean, people want to know, but they definitely don't want to know details. If you bust out with a "well, it's about blah blah blah...," then they discover either a good way to get out of convo, or a blank stare.
For all of those who really care, this is my thesis in a nutshell (enter Zoolander reference here):
Product (RED) is an interesting case study. As you know, the initiative includes all those red Apple iPods, Converse Shoes, Gap T-shirts, AmEx cards, Hallmark Cards, Motorola RED RAZRs, Armani sunglasses and watches, and now Dell Computers and Windows Vista software. Bobby Shriver and Bono approached the Global Fund and wanted to create an economic initiative to find relief for AIDS in Africa. So, this is a classic Cause-Related Marketing venture in a new form.
The Product (RED) initiative intrigues me because it is created to be more of a non-profit licensing business for the campaign (at least, thats how it seems to me right now). It provides social responsiblity actions on behalf of the corporate partners, which is beneficial for their business. Each corporate partner enters into their unique business agreement with different parameters, but each company is both making money and donating money at the same time.
So, what I want to do is look at the campaign from a public relations point of view. I want to interview the creators and partners to see their decision making process when initiating this effort. I want to look at their communications to see what messages are communicated. Most importantly, I want to see how they evaluate the success of the project. I make no judgements, and I'm not trying to blow the lid off of the campaign. I just want to know how it all was started and how it will continue.
So, thats it. And, since starting this venture, I now own a few RED shirts and continue to buy a few more products. In fact, all of my Valentine's Day cards will be from Product (RED). If they're raising money to help an area of the world that I love, then it has to be great. Hopefully someday this will get me one step closer to meeting Bono :)
21 January, 2008
Gravity
Something always brings me back to you
It never takes too long
No matter what I said I'd do
I still feel you here, 'til the moment I'm gone
You hold me without touch
Keep me without chains
I never wanted anything so much
Than to drown in your love and not feel your pain.
Set me free...
Leave me be..
I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity
Here I am, And I stand so tall
Just the way I'm supposed to be
But you're onto me, all over me.
You loved me 'cause I'm fragile
I thought that I was strong
But you touched me for a little while
And all my fragile strength is gone.
I live here on my knees as I
Try to make you see
That you're everything I think I need
Here on the ground
But you're neither friend nor foe
Though I can't seem to let you go
The one thing that I still know is that
You're keeping me down....
You're onto me, onto me, and all over..
Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.
~ Sara Bareillis
Sometimes songs just say it better than I can
It never takes too long
No matter what I said I'd do
I still feel you here, 'til the moment I'm gone
You hold me without touch
Keep me without chains
I never wanted anything so much
Than to drown in your love and not feel your pain.
Set me free...
Leave me be..
I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity
Here I am, And I stand so tall
Just the way I'm supposed to be
But you're onto me, all over me.
You loved me 'cause I'm fragile
I thought that I was strong
But you touched me for a little while
And all my fragile strength is gone.
I live here on my knees as I
Try to make you see
That you're everything I think I need
Here on the ground
But you're neither friend nor foe
Though I can't seem to let you go
The one thing that I still know is that
You're keeping me down....
You're onto me, onto me, and all over..
Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.
~ Sara Bareillis
Sometimes songs just say it better than I can
14 September, 2007
Hurting when others hurt
I haven't done a post in a while, and it feels like the world has spun so fast while I have walked in slow motion. I'm now back in the big BR, working diligently toward the thesis. What is interesting about that little light at the end of the tunnel is that it gets a bit brighter, dims, and then gets a tad brighter again. Sometimes it pulses, teasing me a bit as if I might actually be making progress. However, I keep hearing that it is all about the journey, so I'll keep hiking.
As I've been back in town, many have asked about my summer and the amazing people I met. They want to hear about celebrities, and I want to tell them about my favorite new friends. This rendition really doesn't satisfy them, but if they really want to hear my heart, those are the people who God used to make the most difference.
The one word that keeps coming back to me about my summer is healing. For some reason, I had a deep wound coming into the summer that I had tried to cover up really well. I thought it had healed a few years ago, but it crept back up like a bad dream. When I think of this summer incredibly amazed at how God met a need of mine that I didn't realize I so desparately desired.
And as I reflect on all of this, I see someone who caused me a great amount of hurt to now be in a great amount of pain. Never before did I realize how strongly in me God instilled empathy. Empathy is a funny thing, isn't it? Really, it's the ability to walk alongside someone and feel all that they feel- not because you are going through the pain, but because you care so much for the person and their outcome. Empathy is a funny thing.... or maybe it is grace. Grace that isn't of my own doing, but the Healer who renewed me.
As I've been back in town, many have asked about my summer and the amazing people I met. They want to hear about celebrities, and I want to tell them about my favorite new friends. This rendition really doesn't satisfy them, but if they really want to hear my heart, those are the people who God used to make the most difference.
The one word that keeps coming back to me about my summer is healing. For some reason, I had a deep wound coming into the summer that I had tried to cover up really well. I thought it had healed a few years ago, but it crept back up like a bad dream. When I think of this summer incredibly amazed at how God met a need of mine that I didn't realize I so desparately desired.
And as I reflect on all of this, I see someone who caused me a great amount of hurt to now be in a great amount of pain. Never before did I realize how strongly in me God instilled empathy. Empathy is a funny thing, isn't it? Really, it's the ability to walk alongside someone and feel all that they feel- not because you are going through the pain, but because you care so much for the person and their outcome. Empathy is a funny thing.... or maybe it is grace. Grace that isn't of my own doing, but the Healer who renewed me.
16 June, 2007
Not Consumed
Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, "The LORD is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him."
The LORD is good to those whose hope is in him,
to the one who seeks him;
it is good to wait quietly
for the salvation of the LORD.
Lamentations 3:21-24
This verse is one I've been meditating a lot on lately. It has spoken truth at so many pivotal points in my life, and continues to do the same over and over and over. I'm amazed that God can take one verse and continually use it to glorify Himself.
I really have nothing else to say about it, but just to leave God's Word to speak it all. Speak into situations in my life and yours. The Lord is my portion...therefore I will wait for Him.
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, "The LORD is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him."
The LORD is good to those whose hope is in him,
to the one who seeks him;
it is good to wait quietly
for the salvation of the LORD.
Lamentations 3:21-24
This verse is one I've been meditating a lot on lately. It has spoken truth at so many pivotal points in my life, and continues to do the same over and over and over. I'm amazed that God can take one verse and continually use it to glorify Himself.
I really have nothing else to say about it, but just to leave God's Word to speak it all. Speak into situations in my life and yours. The Lord is my portion...therefore I will wait for Him.
27 May, 2007
Nashvegas
Greetings from the Music City!!!
I absolutely cannot believe I am here. You know how it is when you move and you are so focused on the "getting there"? I'm that kind of person. I get so focused on the "getting there" part that when I get there and take it in when things quiet down, it all hits. Well, people, it has hit and I am exstatic!! People kept asking me if I was excited, but I think that enthusiasm I had exponentially grew as I drove in the city.
Let me tell you how awesome God is.....
I have 2 amazing roommates, and we are three peas in a pod. I was a bit nervous going from living on my own for a while to moving in with two women, but the transition has been smooth. It is a perfect thing to live with two mature, Christian women. There is nothing more perfect than community you can share your life with, and I am so blessed with them.
These two wonderful women greeted me with open arms and literally ran to hug me when they first met me. It shocks me, really, but that is how love and community are supposed to be. I got to our sunday school today, and people were running up to me, wanting to ask me lots of questions and welcome. I don't think I have ever received such a warm reception.
Now, it's all about funneling this anxious/excited/nervous feeling and going to work on Tues. But, God is and has been faithful... He'll do it!
Thanks for listening, friends. I'll be posting pictures soon.
I absolutely cannot believe I am here. You know how it is when you move and you are so focused on the "getting there"? I'm that kind of person. I get so focused on the "getting there" part that when I get there and take it in when things quiet down, it all hits. Well, people, it has hit and I am exstatic!! People kept asking me if I was excited, but I think that enthusiasm I had exponentially grew as I drove in the city.
Let me tell you how awesome God is.....
I have 2 amazing roommates, and we are three peas in a pod. I was a bit nervous going from living on my own for a while to moving in with two women, but the transition has been smooth. It is a perfect thing to live with two mature, Christian women. There is nothing more perfect than community you can share your life with, and I am so blessed with them.
These two wonderful women greeted me with open arms and literally ran to hug me when they first met me. It shocks me, really, but that is how love and community are supposed to be. I got to our sunday school today, and people were running up to me, wanting to ask me lots of questions and welcome. I don't think I have ever received such a warm reception.
Now, it's all about funneling this anxious/excited/nervous feeling and going to work on Tues. But, God is and has been faithful... He'll do it!
Thanks for listening, friends. I'll be posting pictures soon.
12 May, 2007
Trust
You know how sometimes you learn this incredibly life altering lesson, only to look back a year later and repeat the same process? This is where I am living right now, but its such a good feeling. Let me explain...
In January, I applied to about 50 different internship programs. In March, I sent out my resume again to about 30 different places here in Baton Rouge and elsewhere. April came, and there were 6 interviews. No job. Even until this week, there have been some prospects, but nothing definite. That was, until last Tuesday. I got a call from EMI stating that they'd love to have me for an internship.
Up until this point, I was under the assumption that God had forgotten me - even though I know that is NOT part of His character. I would journal and re-read Psalm 40 of "How Long will You forsake me," all the while believing that it was either 1) my fault that I didn't have a job or 2) there was something better. God really renewed my strength in April as I realized that I had absolutely no control over this process and that there was something better waiting for me in time.
So again, the story of my life.... waiting. God's consistent theme in my life seems to be for me to learn how to wait patiently, and I obviously don't have it down yet. If I did, my logic says that I still wouldn't be repeating these lessons. This time around was different. During this waiting season, I learned a whole new aspect of trusting God. It was as if I actually listened to God the last time I was in this interim decision period. In April, my demeanor changed from "why" to "whatever gives you glory." And the beautiful part about it all is that, yet again, God proved himself faithful and beyond compare. On top of that, His answer was more than I ever asked or imagined.
Trust is a beautiful thing. It is leading me to places I never thought were possible. Just excited for what will happen!
In January, I applied to about 50 different internship programs. In March, I sent out my resume again to about 30 different places here in Baton Rouge and elsewhere. April came, and there were 6 interviews. No job. Even until this week, there have been some prospects, but nothing definite. That was, until last Tuesday. I got a call from EMI stating that they'd love to have me for an internship.
Up until this point, I was under the assumption that God had forgotten me - even though I know that is NOT part of His character. I would journal and re-read Psalm 40 of "How Long will You forsake me," all the while believing that it was either 1) my fault that I didn't have a job or 2) there was something better. God really renewed my strength in April as I realized that I had absolutely no control over this process and that there was something better waiting for me in time.
So again, the story of my life.... waiting. God's consistent theme in my life seems to be for me to learn how to wait patiently, and I obviously don't have it down yet. If I did, my logic says that I still wouldn't be repeating these lessons. This time around was different. During this waiting season, I learned a whole new aspect of trusting God. It was as if I actually listened to God the last time I was in this interim decision period. In April, my demeanor changed from "why" to "whatever gives you glory." And the beautiful part about it all is that, yet again, God proved himself faithful and beyond compare. On top of that, His answer was more than I ever asked or imagined.
Trust is a beautiful thing. It is leading me to places I never thought were possible. Just excited for what will happen!
23 April, 2007
Finding hope
First of all, let me start by saying that blogging is a relatively new thing for me. I'd love to say I'm a seasoned pro, but it simply isn't the case. I'm an avid journaler, usually going through a journal every 6 months to a year. The beauty of journaling is that no one has the priviledge of reading what is written. Everything is secret, unknown, and personal. Blogging appears to be more of a balancing act. The line between being transparent and protective of my heart seems like it could easily be blurred. As I blog each Monday, please know that these thoughts are an attempt for me to be transparent and real. Also know that you are free to comment and inject your opinion, whether it agrees or not. The goal of this blog is to more clearly understand what freedom truly means.
That said, freedom has become a bit confused this week with the shootings at Virginia Tech. First, let me state how deeply sorry I am to all the victims, families, friends, community members for all that has transpired. I also pray for Cho's family as they pick up the pieces from something they never imagined would happen. Grieving is healthy and necessary, and a process that is probably the most personal part of this ordeal. Please know that while some of us are not directly in the situation, we grieve along with you.
People have asked where personal freedom ends and control begins, especially when it comes to personal safety. Some say the solution is more security, additional gun control laws, and increased mental health checks for those who might be a danger to others. Others resort to arguing for personal rights, however the former argument usually overpowers the latter.
In all of this, I think there are a few freedoms that have not been considered as of yet. Freedom to unite together and encourage each other in this time of grief. Freedom to stand firm on the ideals we believe and the Truth set before us. Most importantly, freedom to hope that there is something and someOne so much bigger than all of this and has all under control. In the midst of uncertainty, I cling to hope that good will come out of tragedy - just as it has in the past with crises big and small.
While this freedom to hope may not show itself immediately, it will as time passes. Hope is always victorious.
That said, freedom has become a bit confused this week with the shootings at Virginia Tech. First, let me state how deeply sorry I am to all the victims, families, friends, community members for all that has transpired. I also pray for Cho's family as they pick up the pieces from something they never imagined would happen. Grieving is healthy and necessary, and a process that is probably the most personal part of this ordeal. Please know that while some of us are not directly in the situation, we grieve along with you.
People have asked where personal freedom ends and control begins, especially when it comes to personal safety. Some say the solution is more security, additional gun control laws, and increased mental health checks for those who might be a danger to others. Others resort to arguing for personal rights, however the former argument usually overpowers the latter.
In all of this, I think there are a few freedoms that have not been considered as of yet. Freedom to unite together and encourage each other in this time of grief. Freedom to stand firm on the ideals we believe and the Truth set before us. Most importantly, freedom to hope that there is something and someOne so much bigger than all of this and has all under control. In the midst of uncertainty, I cling to hope that good will come out of tragedy - just as it has in the past with crises big and small.
While this freedom to hope may not show itself immediately, it will as time passes. Hope is always victorious.
02 April, 2007
fleur-de-lis
Fleur-de-lis ( according to Wikipedia):
"The fleur-de-lis (or fleur-de-lys; plural: fleurs-de-lis) is a stylized design of an iris flower which is used both decoratively and symbolically. In the Middle Ages the symbols of lily and fleur-de-lis (lis is French for "lily") overlapped considerably in religious art. Michel Pastoureau, the historian, says that until about 1300 they were found in depictions of Jesus, but gradually they took on Marian symbolism and were associated with the Song of Solomon's "lily among thorns" (lilium inter spinas), emphasizing important connotations of 'female virtue and spirituality' ."
Lately, I've been drawn to the fleur-de-lis symbol. Maybe it is a bit of Louisiana and French culture that is rubbing off onto me. It is seen everywhere down here, and has always appeared to be a powerful, unique creation. I never truly knew what it meant, but just that it looked pretty and that I have them all over my house. So, I decided to look it up - and I found out how truly powerful this symbol can be.
Over time, the fleur-de-lis has been used by so many people groups, but what caught my eye was the main reason was that it was found when Jesus was drawn in art. Now, I don't know how the symbol was shown- was it shiny? Dull? Just an outline? A solid figure? Not sure about any of that, but if it was there, it was there. And as I thought about that, especially to it's reference to Song of Solomon, I thought about how much I long to be that symbol. I crave to be a fleur-de-lis that represents God, not this culture. I desire to be that "lily among thorns" and not be wrapped up in the world. I struggle with that every day here- moreso than I've done in the past.
In showing off this great symbol all around the streets of BR and NOLA to friends the last few weekends, I've been refreshed and encouraged as to how to be that "lily among thorns" again. I think their presence again made me realize just how far God has brought me, and how much He has yet to call me to. As well as how much responsibility I have to represent Jesus to these people, to be that shiny fleur-de-lis, because of God's great name.
"The fleur-de-lis (or fleur-de-lys; plural: fleurs-de-lis) is a stylized design of an iris flower which is used both decoratively and symbolically. In the Middle Ages the symbols of lily and fleur-de-lis (lis is French for "lily") overlapped considerably in religious art. Michel Pastoureau, the historian, says that until about 1300 they were found in depictions of Jesus, but gradually they took on Marian symbolism and were associated with the Song of Solomon's "lily among thorns" (lilium inter spinas), emphasizing important connotations of 'female virtue and spirituality' ."
Lately, I've been drawn to the fleur-de-lis symbol. Maybe it is a bit of Louisiana and French culture that is rubbing off onto me. It is seen everywhere down here, and has always appeared to be a powerful, unique creation. I never truly knew what it meant, but just that it looked pretty and that I have them all over my house. So, I decided to look it up - and I found out how truly powerful this symbol can be.
Over time, the fleur-de-lis has been used by so many people groups, but what caught my eye was the main reason was that it was found when Jesus was drawn in art. Now, I don't know how the symbol was shown- was it shiny? Dull? Just an outline? A solid figure? Not sure about any of that, but if it was there, it was there. And as I thought about that, especially to it's reference to Song of Solomon, I thought about how much I long to be that symbol. I crave to be a fleur-de-lis that represents God, not this culture. I desire to be that "lily among thorns" and not be wrapped up in the world. I struggle with that every day here- moreso than I've done in the past.
In showing off this great symbol all around the streets of BR and NOLA to friends the last few weekends, I've been refreshed and encouraged as to how to be that "lily among thorns" again. I think their presence again made me realize just how far God has brought me, and how much He has yet to call me to. As well as how much responsibility I have to represent Jesus to these people, to be that shiny fleur-de-lis, because of God's great name.
07 March, 2006
Time is ticking...
For those of you who don't know me, I have an addictive personality. I've been getting better at finding a middle ground, but it's usually all or nothing. I'm hoping that this blog won't be an all or nothing sort of deal, as I hope I can continue and update as I see fit. Xanga became a monstrosity to keep up with, and facebook is WAY too addictive. But, hopefully I won't get too sucked in to blogspot.com.
There is so much going on right now. We are in the heat of Relay season, and we are all feeling the pressure and aftereffects of the hurricanes. Sponsorships are dwindling, teams aren't recommitting, and I have a large meeting on Friday to assess where we stand. Is it bad that I've already had dreams where I walk out of that meeting with a bald head as if I'm going through chemo? Is it bad that I've been taking work home so much with me lately that it is at a whole new level?
In the meantime, I am not ignoring all of my friends, but I do want you to know that I wish I could be in more constant contact than my schedule allows. Please feel free to call!
There is so much going on right now. We are in the heat of Relay season, and we are all feeling the pressure and aftereffects of the hurricanes. Sponsorships are dwindling, teams aren't recommitting, and I have a large meeting on Friday to assess where we stand. Is it bad that I've already had dreams where I walk out of that meeting with a bald head as if I'm going through chemo? Is it bad that I've been taking work home so much with me lately that it is at a whole new level?
In the meantime, I am not ignoring all of my friends, but I do want you to know that I wish I could be in more constant contact than my schedule allows. Please feel free to call!
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