In like a Lion...

With January, blew in the new year, a cold front of massive proportions, new classes, some new faces, some old faces gone, a new president, and a partially new out look on life.

As I sit here, it snows outside. It's been snowing, bit by little bit, since yesterday afternoon, at least. It is alternately very snowy, or almost not at all snowy. I love it. Thank you cold front. There is something about the cold that simply makes me want to dance. It's cold, it's wild, it brings newness, in the form of an all-covering blanket of white, with it sometimes, and here in the mountains, it brings even colder wind gusts. As odd as that last thing seems, I do love it. I love the wind here. It is wild. It doesn't give you any pretense that you could possibly control it.

Have you entered the storehouses of the
snow,
or have you seen the storehouses of
the hail,
which I have reserved for the time of
trouble,
for the day of battle and war?
What is the way to the place where the
light is distributed,
or where the east wind is scattered
upon the earth?

Job 38: 22-24

It makes me feel small. It's an uncomfortable feeling, and yet one with amazing freedom.

It's like a match being lit,
or the sinking of a ship,
letting go gives you better grip.

David Crowder, Foreverandever

My new classes are something else all together. As I live through each semester, each semester becomes harder, more challenging and yet more satisfying as I complete them. It is satisfying to realize that I'm starting to understand Music Theory finally. My professor mentioned in one of the first days of class that a male mosquito's wings hum at about the pitch of a very high D. A female mosquito's wings will hover at a perfect 5th below that. A perfect 5th is the most perfect interval in music, the vibrations of the notes themselves, locking into place, so, if you know what you're listening for, you can tell instantly what it sounds like. The female mosquito and the male mosquito will not mate until they find another mosquito, one whose wings hum in a perfect 5th to theirs, their perfect mate. I've been struggling to understand music theory for three, going on four semesters now, and mosquitoes have it built into them by the God of the Universe.

With every new semester comes new faces. There are new residents on my hall, new people in my classes, new faces at RUF, babies just born, or pregnancies just discovered. Life buzzes all around.

A friend of mine died last year. Another friend of mine is now in Alaska. Yet another friend is no longer on campus, because she's off doing student teaching.

For the first time in the history of the United States we are about to have a black president. It's "history in the making" they say. I say, while this president is looked on as the salvation of the people, the one who is going to restore the economy, people are getting their hopes up for nothing. Change doesn't come in four years. It can start but it doesn't finish. Oh, and ever presidential election is "history in the making." Get a life people.

And everything up above, is my partially new outlook on life. The world might be going crazy, it might be getting better, but anything that is happening is happening for a reason. Who's to worry about what we can't control. Like David Crowder said above, maybe we just have to let go to get a better grasp on things.