Rambling Reflections

As I sit here typing this new and updated blog post, I am reflecting on this past year thus far.

Last year, I learned an incredible amount about myself.

I learned that I have grown from a quiet and shy girl, to an outspoken and passionate middle -aged twenty-something young woman.

I learned that my heart is in education and in advocating for students, working to improve the educational system, and always learning more about my field.

I learned that I will probably, always be in school, or, at the very least, learning something new all of the time.

I learned that it is imperative to surround myself with all sorts of people, but to especially, and most importantly, be open to new opportunities and new adventures.

I learned that friendships come in the most unlikely places.

I learned that friendships resemble the stages of the moon and are always waxing and waning.

I learned that when I strive to put myself "out there" for the cause and good of this world, I am making a statement about my beliefs.

I learned that in order for me to improve, I must first make mistakes. Then, the growing process can begin. However, I cannot be afraid of making mistakes, nor is it healthy to lament on past failures, but rather, to learn from them and to move on in positive directions.

I learned that healthy vulnerability is the key to maintaining and having lasting and fruitful friendships. One must risk a little in order to receive. One must pursue in order to be pursued.

Enjoy the "moments" instead of wondering if this "moment" is the particular "one" of something greater.

Be comfortable with yourself and the stage of life that you find yourself in.

Seasons change. People change. The smallest changes can, and perhaps, be the biggest and most necessary changes of your life that have the ability to have the greatest impact on your identity and your future.

You are NOT your work. Neither is your work YOU. They are separate entities and should be treated as such. However, your work should reflect your passions and core beliefs as realistically as possible.

Take some "you" time for at least 5 minutes every day.

One day of the week MUST be entirely for you to rest and recoup.

Not everyone is who they say "or portray" themselves to be. Likewise, don't write off everyone due to small discrepancies that society often says "can" and "won't" work.

We are all worthy of love, to be loved, and to have loved.

And, finally, great things truly do come to those who wait. The package itself may look a little different, but the purpose inside is honestly, quite beautiful.

"Going to the Chapel and We're, Going to get Married..."

The pictures that we get from the world about marriages and relationships today are far from perfect. Social media posts, Instagram pictures, Facebook NewsFeeds, television clips, newspaper articles and more, all appear that marriage is a lost cause. It seems like there are very few examples of the "ideal" marriage. It is true, we are all imperfect human beings. However, I do have friends who, despite their flaws (I will be the first to admit that I have them, too--we all do) have beautiful and wonderful marriages. God says to "affirm truth wherever we find it." And, it's in those marriages that we see the purpose of marriage being fulfilled; that is, marriage is supposed to show the world a picture of what God is like.

Now, this can be a very difficult feat to live up to; and it should be rightfully so, for we are all, again, flawed human beings. However, I am reminded of my identity in Genesis, where woman was formed from man, in fact, she was created with one of Adam's ribs (how cool is that?!). There is thus, a bond between the two that cannot be broken. Woman came out of man and was put on earth to be a companion for man and to be his Helper (which, the word Helper as used in this context of the Bible, is the same word that is used to refer to God.) This bond that God talks about cannot be separated from Himself or from each other.

When one takes a look at the book of Ruth (a short read, but filled with wonder, nonetheless), it is loaded with images and pictures of marriage. It is one of my favorite stories in the Bible. Ruth's loyalty to Naomi, her mother; Boaz's relentless pursuit of Ruth; and Naomi's encouragement to Ruth to accept the pursuits of Boaz's, is just inspiring.

I want my future "love story" to be a "Ruth" kind-of-story; one of dedication to the Lord from an imperfect human being, loyalty to family, and being pursued by a man that is grounded and confident in who he is. That "pursuit," I believe, is exactly how Jesus pursues us. Relentlessly. Without giving up. And, when I do "give up', at times, God is right beside me, cheering me on to the Finish Line.  Because when I finally arrive, (only due to Jesus' love), another race has begun. But the wonderful thing about God's races is that there are no winners or timers. It is just a race that is simply a journey to where God wants us to ultimately be.

Until that time arrives, I wait. And remain faithful to the things that God has placed in front me at this point in my life: my career, my family, my education, my friends, my church, my finances, and my responsibilities.

Restful Writing

When I don't know what else to do, I write.

I admit, I'm falling back again to that comfortable rhythmic pattern. Ever have those days when you have a bunch of thoughts, floating like fish, swimming around inside your head, and you just don't know what to do with them? You want to ultimately create something meaningful. But, it's hard to create when you're just exhausted.

Everyone needs their rest. And though, I'm really good at giving this advice to people, it's very hard for me to follow it myself. So often, social media creeps back up on me and I find myself wasting my time away on meaningless thoughts and news feeds that I will probably forget all about tomorrow.

But, writing and resting are two things that will never grow old for me. We all need rest. You need rest. I need rest. We are programmed to rest. We were designed to rest. We were created to rest. God rested.

So, resting and writing- they are my "go-to" relievers when I don't know what else to do but need to do something. They calm me and provide me with a foundational place to grow and to be me.

Some days, I realize that I just need to find a quiet place, away from the typical distractions. Like a coffee shop. As I sip on that strawberry smoothie, I realize for a moment that life has the power to pause. As humans, we can take moments within our day to just stop and rest. In fact, we are commanded to. God's word reminds me that after our Creator finished forming the entire world, he rested. Phew! That must have been quite the task. Just think about it; thinking about forming the stars and the sun. What must that be like?

Yet again, I am reminded to put down my phone, tablet, computer, etc. I am reminded that it's completely normal and healthy to have conversations with people face-to-face instead of always through messaging, text, or email. Life is not the latest snapchat or Instagram feed. It is not about the fictitious world that we so often create through pictures; a false sense of identity that we want the world to view us as.

As I continue on in this journey called life, I am reminded that I crave those intimate relationships that go far beyond the typical "how are you doing?" I don't mean the romantic ones that we so often think of or read in blogs. I mean the ones that genuinely go below the surface and into the deep, murky waters of our lives. We all have those people, or have come across some people at least in our lifetimes, who are honestly wondering how we are doing. You know, the kind of friends that will call you up and just listen on the other end as you cry or talk or laugh.

That's one of the things that I have been truly grateful for this month. Friends who have prayed for me in a voicemail. Friends who give hugs regardless of your day. Friends who smile just because. To me, that is rest.

Just resting in the fact that I am loved in a human way. And because I have experienced that human love, God's love is transmitted through them. And even when I feel like I am far away from God, a moment like this happens that reminds me of just how close I really am, and just how far off my mind really was.

Worth, Definition, and a Whole Lotta Curves

Again, I am reminded that my worth is not found in what I do, but in who I am; in who I was created to be. What does it really mean to "like" a status? What drives me to the rapid pace at which I get satisfaction from "liking" something? Why do I crave such fulfillment in social media? My view of worth has taken over God's view of me many times.

In Genesis 1:27, it is written:

      God created man in his own image,
      in the image of God he created him;
      male and female he created them."

Why do I so often forget this truth? I'm constantly being dominated, I feel, by things that are so insignificant. Why have I allowed my worth to be defined by a computer and pictures to create this shallow illusion of me? I choose what to post and what to share. I create this "world" that is in my mind "perfect" (though it is quite imperfect) to show to everyone. Goodness, if feelings were conveyed as pictures, I'd be a mess on Instagram.

My worth is not defined in what I do, but in who I am. God created me to be a relational being. However, that does not require me to always need to know every second of every day where and what my friends are doing. Because, deep down, I am defining myself by their standards. And not only that, I'm comparing my life to their life events (ie: relationships, marriage, family), when in reality, I have not crossed any of those bridges yet. Two different people with two different lives and there should be no room for comparison but rather, for love.

My worth is not defined by rubrics or standards. I am constantly comparing myself to a number or a phrase to find my worth, my significance. I am more than a number on a four-point scale. I am a person, with a name, and a life.

My worth is not defined by my friends. I do have great friends who love and support me very much. For that, I am incredibly thankful. However, my worth is not defined by my association with them or what we do together or our conversations. My worth comes from the fact that God has sent us to do life together.

My worth is not defined by who is or is not on my shoulder. I may not be a runway model or a fashion chic, but my curves tell a story; that is, one containing many chapters, various heartaches, and hopeful dreams. A man does not define my worth. Rather, learning from the relationships that surround me gives me hope for my own romance someday.

My worth is not defined in my work, in how much "I get done." So often, I find myself thinking about daily accomplishments and productivity rather than quality.

I am not my paperwork. I am not my makeup. I am not my handbag. I am not my mascara. I am not my pink rose lipstick. I am not that woman with or without "that guy" on her arms. I am not a rubric. I am not a number. I am not a "like" on Facebook or a comment or a heart on an Instagram picture. Yes, all those things are a part of me and reflect my character - but they are not me.

I am simply a woman created by God, for God, to show the world God. And though I mess up quite a bit, it's God's little/big reminder that I am indeed loved that defines me. I am his beloved. And that cannot be defined by a "like," but by simply "knowing Him" for yourself.

New Beginnings

Time and time again, I find myself in the very same spot.

Convinced that I should be doing "something" when, in reality, that "something" is simply being myself. 

I've noticed that all too often, I let other people, places, things, circumstances, gifts, talents, etc. define who I am and forget that is "my" view of myself. I always seem to forget that God views me as his Beloved. God views me as his Daughter. God views me as his Chosen One. I've arrived to the point that when I go through seasons of busyness in my life, I tend to forget this truth.

I tend to forget that God validates me and that I can stop the constant search on social media for "likes" and "comments" to validate my identity and my worth. I can stop the, what seems at times, "social media infatuation", where I suppress my very own pain by not confronting it head on.

God has told me over and over again how much I am worth to him. In his eyes, I am beautiful. Yet, sometimes, I accept the polluted thoughts that I need a man to validate who I am. But this is not true. I am worthy because of who I am, not because of who I am with. It's in times like these where God picks me up in his arms, caresses me, and lovingly brings me back to him. We unite, and for that moment, I know that I am back home.

I have recently felt that I am cradled in his arms, much like a newborn infant is cradled in his/her mother's arms. God has created me specifically for this season of singleness. He has created me to go through it, to endure it, to succeed in it, because he is trying to teach me something. I think that too often, (as women, at least), we feel like we've lost out on "something." (Insert whatever comes into mind to find your "something.") Though I cannot answer the question as to "why" I have been single for so long, I can say that as a single woman, I have been able to interact and help other single women in their search and their quest for Jesus. I am able to participate in this work because I am single. God has even given me grace to connect with other women who are in relationships and in places to be mentored. Because of my experience as a single woman, I have opened myself up to be the mentee, too.

God has chosen me to go through this long period of "waiting." I have to admit, it is not easy at times. In fact, it's quite challenging when I see friends in relationships and look at my own "status" and wonder "when will my time come?" And then I realize that I should not measure my advancement or lack thereof in relationships with another person's. But rather, I should pray for them and seek to learn from their experiences, too.

I truly believe that women need to become comfortable with who they are (that is, their identity) in Christ, before they can even begin to engage in appropriate relationships with the opposite sex. I have embraced that challenge of having healthy friendships and thus, I have learned more about myself and the type of guy that I am looking for.

For example, I have learned that I am stronger than I was yesterday. I have learned that my hope is in Jesus and that a couple of my spiritual gifts are encouraging and teaching people. I have learned that in by being faithful to my church community, that will help me to be faithful to my future family and husband. I have learned from my friends who have been in relationships, that they are far from easy. I have learned that relationships take a certain commitment, require time, and exceptional investment into the life of the other person. I have learned that through my experience as a teacher and graduate student, I am already practicing good parental skills, time management, financial responsibility, and the importance of having a healthy lifestyle. I have learned that when I feel like I am "missing out" on specific things that I think only pertain to relationships, I am really practicing a whole host of other skills that I need to be fluent in before I tackle the boyfriend/girlfriend part of my life.

As I reflect on this part of my life, I realize that I am glad to be learning these skills now as a single woman rather than later, in a relationship. I am glad that I am able to manage my life and to have quiet times to reflect, too. I know that someday, my future husband and I will finally meet. I know that it won't be pure bliss, but that I will already come equipped with the necessary skills that I need to interact in our relationship in a healthy and productive way. In addition, I know that there are some things that I need to work on.

This season of singleness has shown me what I am looking for in a romantic relationship and that in terms of specifics (like the time of day, location, and time), that can be left up to God. Because, after all, God is the Creator and I am the created work of His hands.

A Single Puzzle Piece

As I write, I realize that I am in a significant stage in my life. I have a full-time job as a teacher, a full-time graduate student, a daughter, a friend, a sister, and more.

I need to learn how to practice, rather, to occupy my time with the hobbies, enjoyments, and people that I value the most. I must learn how to encounter the daily struggle of social media head-on: of spending way too much time concerned with the "likes" and "hashtags" and filtering pictures. Because honestly, life is so much more than that. It's about spending time with the people that you love. It's about being intentional in the present moment, and taking control of your wandering mind, when, left to its own thoughts, so often entertains unhealthy and unfruitful things.

For me, it's spending adequate and daily time in the morning with God. It's working through my grumbling spirit and pushing forward against every grain of my body and rational thought that says "go back to sleep, for it's way too early!" Instead, it's waking up early, before the dawn, just so that I can have some quiet time in my day with Jesus. It's confronting my daily struggle of waking up early so that I can instead gain the peace, enjoyment, and fulfillment of starting my day off positively rather than barely staying awake late at night.

For me, it's not immediately running to social media to check for my value and daily worth in society-- but doing an inner "gut" check and asking myself everyday "where do I find my value and worth today? Where does that innate desire come from today? Is it focused on beautiful and uplifting things or on areas that can break me down and tear me apart?"

It's making time for the things that I enjoy; that bring me tremendous comfort. Instead of picking up my phone or latest technolgical device, it's using that time to read a chapter in a favorite book, to write a paragraph, to read some poetry, to bake, to cook, to take a walk, to draw, to exercise. It's simply filling that time that I would spend on social media with something else more worthwhile and meaningful to me.

For me, it's simply praying. It's returning back to this important facet of my life and doing it daily. It's praying for myself and for others AND believing that Jesus will provide and answer my prayers because of the very true fact that I have personally witnessed him working in the past. It's pointing out these "ebenezers," grateful, thankful, and full of remembrance that the past is, truly, the past. It's looking forward to the future of what is to come. And, because of my own, personal, firsthand experience with God that no one can take away from or deny me, it's knowing that He will give me not exactly what I want, but exactly what I need for that present moment.

For me, it's treating my parents with the utmost dignity and the respect that they deserve from their daughter. It's seeing them with a more holistic approach rather than just providing a roof over my head. It's valuing their expertise, their experience, and wisdom and asking for advice. It's trying to live that out when and where I can within the context of my own life. It's learning how to respectfully disagree, in a loving, graceful, and caring way. It's being thankful in all circumstances - even to those who are quick to make the remark "that's easy for you to say."

For me, it's trusting that a man, who is equally as committed to his future wife, is waiting and praying for someone like me; for us to finally meet and exchange glances. It's trusting in the power of Jesus and his faithful and precise timing. It's knowing that He really does know exactly "what He's doing." It's praying daily for my husband, not just simply writing him letters in my notebook, but transforming those letters into prayers by the power of His Holy Spirit. It is creating a life built and founded on Jesus, before my husband and I create a life with each other. It's not being jealous when I see an influx of young couples at my church, in relationships, engaged, married, and/or with kids. It's turning that-would-be-jealousy into a servants heart. It's asking them questions about their relationships and learning from their advice.

It's trusting that my "Storyteller" (with a capital S), has got quite an amazing story brewing up that I have the honor of living out right now. It's knowing that I am not "waiting" for my life to happen when my future husband arrives, it's knowing that my life is happening now and to take advantage of every opportunity that I have to live it out fully by the grace and leading of God. In fact, it's using my singleness to reach out to the other single ladies at my church and to help them become comfortable with themselves and their identity, just as Jesus has taught me to become. It's teaching them and constantly reminding myself, that my worth and value is not found in a man, but comes primarily from the source of the Living Water Himself: Jesus Christ. Finally, it's knowing that my husband is one of amazing stature and beauty - -that his ability to wait (perhaps even more patiently than I am at times), is a testament to the work of Jesus in his life.

It's knowing that God is ultimately in control of everything, has it all figured out, and that I am just a single puzzle piece in this bigger 3D picture that I happen to call "life."

25

I recently came across a verse from a poem that I wrote when I was 17. A friend had put his version of it in my yearbook when I was a junior in high school. I thought it would be pretty interesting to do a tribute to the poem "17". . . .about 9 years later!

So, here's my poem "25," as I prepare to turn a "quarter of century" this week.

Enjoy!
Alex
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25

I'm 25 and born to thrive.
I'm 25 and stayin'alive.
I'm 25 and I love school.
I'm 25 and teaching kids is cool.
I'm 25 and going back to college.
I'm 25 and acquiring more knowledge.
I'm 25 and love cats and giraffes,
I'm 25 and savor a hearty laugh.
I'm 25 and enjoy a good read,
I'm 25 and like to do good deeds.
I'm 25 and payin' my own bills,
I'm 25 and love historic mills.
I'm 25 and enjoy walks on the beach,
I'm 25 and am allergic to the peach.
I'm 25 and drive my own car,
I'm 25 and enjoy gazing at the stars.
I'm 25 and have some great friends,
I'm 25 and thankful that the world never ends.
I'm 25 and am excited for this year,
I'm 25 and learning to live without fear.
I'm 25 and my favorite color is blue,
I'm 25 and love the morning dew.
I'm 25 and like to write,
I'm 25 and fly diamond shaped kites.
I'm 25 and value education,
I'm 25 and know kids are the future of our nation.
I'm 25 with a family of my own,
I'm 25 and happy I call teaching my home.
I'm 25 and looking ahead,
I'm 25 and knowing someday, I'll wed.
I'm 25 and signing off, wow!
I'm 25, did you like that poem, now?

Letters to My Husband

"It was not suddenly and unannounced that Jesus came into the world. He came into a world that had been prepared for him. The whole Old Testament is the story of a special preparation. . . Only when all was ready, only in the fullness of His time, did Jesus come." -Phillips Brooks

(The following post is an excerpt from my journal, written today, titled "Letters to my Husband.")

Dear Future Husband,

I've been trying to keep up with this little Christmas Advent book. Today, I read this quote and thought that it could be applied to us and our relationship. When I am by myself, I am the most vulnerable. I am lost in my own thoughts and often think about you. More specifically, I wonder where you are. I wonder when we will finally meet (or if we have already met). I wonder if I will be disappointed in God's choice for me. But then, I am reminded that those are irrational fears and are not worthy of my lamenting or thoughts. They must be "thrown into the fire" never to be thought of, seen from, or heard from again.

But tonight, I am reminded that He's saving you for me and I for you. Jesus' plans are far superior than mine. Our relationship will be very special for the simple fact that it is built on Him. That all of this waiting is for a purpose, for a reason; and that is, to unite two hearts, two bodies, to you and that they would ultimately glorify your mission and work in the world. My hope is that our relationship would show the world a picture of what our God, our Father in Heaven, is like. I have to trust that because I have decided to wait (and, in some cases, I feel that it has been my life's theme: "waiting"). Waiting has not been something that I chose but rather, waiting chose me. "Only when all was ready, only in the fullness of His time, did Jesus come." Only when two hearts are ready, will Jesus unite us together.

Jesus chased after me, I will chase after you, and now, I will have a man chasing after me, too.

So, in order to make this whole "waiting" process better for myself and more memorable, I need to stop having unrealistic expectations of when, where, under what circumstances, and with whom, we will eventually meet. Instead, I need to be more concerned with the process of my singleness-turned-eventually-into-couple ness and the lessons that are meant along the way. A focus of finding the "perfect guy" will only end in heartache, both on my end and yours.

In a world where Match.com, blind dates, Hallmark movies, and relationship statuses seem the "norm," I feel that it would be beneficial for everyone (regardless of being a widower, a divorcee, single, etc.) to remember their own "love story," where they came from, and where they are ultimately going. And, most importantly, who took them for their ride.

For me, that's a journey of 24 years of singleness and knowing, rather, feeling comfortable with, that being "okay". There is humility in waiting for a flower to bloom, for a child to grow, for the seasons to turn. There is also eager anticipation. That's what I want our relationship to be founded on: eager anticipation for the other.

But, who wouldn't want to meet the love of their life on Christmas? Surely, Jesus met all of us that way. Or on any other ideal holiday. To have the "cute" love story would be pretty awesome. But you know what? I am perfectly happy with meeting you anywhere. With knowing that God's got it all figured out, and hasn't led me astray in the past has given me hope for the future.

This does not go without saying that I think of you often. As I grow older and mature, my criteria for you has changed from superficial to more internal. I want you to be so full of the Lord, to have a great personality, to make me laugh (and yes, a little attractiveness to the other party wouldn't hurt either :)

It seems that I have been forever surrounded by young couples and a society that pushes romance and adult responsibilities far too quickly on young teenagers and not enough emphasis on just simply waiting. Don't get me wrong - my whole season of singleness hasn't been all that enjoyable at times. Truthfully, I would have liked to meet you sooner, for you to have come into my life earlier. But alas, all I can do is do what I have been doing all along - and that, my dear, is to wait and to have hope. Hope that the grace of God will carry us through, to the moment that I will finally meet you.

Love (your future wife),

Alexandra

Buy the Mauve Eyeglasses

In some parts of my life, it feels like I am starting over again. I am a freshman in college, getting acquainted with my fellow classmates, the campus, student life, and the like.

I feel that I am in a learning phase. I have a new job, in a new place, with new people, with new responsibilities. I am shifting from a woman whose single, to one who is looking for a man who is committed and faith -driven. My life is in a different season. Perhaps, if I had to pick a season that my life most resembles at this moment in time, I would choose spring. I select this option for the fact that at this point in my life, I am experiencing old things in a new way. I am experiencing these new things with a mindset and perspective that I didn't necessarily have before nor did I work on trying to get used to.

For example, I made an appointment with my eye doctor a couple of weeks ago. When he checked my eyes, he told me that they had changed significantly. Thus, my need for new lenses. Now, in the past when my eyes have changed, I have always kept the same pair of frames and just changed the lenses. It was more cost-effective for me and I got really comfortable and used to the frames that I had. But sitting in my eye doctor's office, I felt the need to change my frames, too.

So, the hunt for new frames began. The lady at the eye doctor's helped me to find some frames that I was typically used to in the form of size, shape, and color. She placed all of the frames that I really liked on a small wooden table so that I could go back and try them all on again. I finished browsing and made my way to the table. I sat down and began the long processing of weeding out the frames that just "caught my eye" to those that helped to define and enhance who I am.

I finally settled on two pairs that I equally liked. One was a mauve color that shown red in the light, and the other was a gold, more distinguished, womanly color. Both were small, rectangular frames, something that I was not used to.

The lady at the doctor's saw my smile when I tried on the mauve colored glasses. She said I looked "young and hip" and that the gold rimmed ones made me look more womanly. I went back and forth between these two frames, looking at myself in the mirror, the way a young child does. This went on for about about 20 minutes. I wanted something that would go with my outfits, yet also something that helped to identify the "independent" me.

Then the lady at the eye doctor's said something very profound that really went beyond the "physical" realm of me purchasing new frames. She said: "The mauve ones are more risky and the gold ones are safe. You usually go with the 'safe' eyeglasses. Sometimes, you've got to take a risk."

This small interaction spoke to me so much, because it's so true. I usually, (more often than not) go for the "safe route" all the time. But this summer, I've learned so much about taking risks that are healthy and will promote a positive lifestyle and trying new things. I am so grateful for my friends who have played a part in advancing this area of my life. However, I know that there is still work to be done in me. I am reminded that when it comes to any sort of romantic interest, I am always the first one to put barriers up all around myself - thus blocking off my accessibility from potential guys, friendships, and a future relationship. This is something that I've slowly started to work on. And, I feel that equally as important is the ability to identify this barrier that I've created and to name it. This is a huge step towards change. So, I know that progress is being made, albeit, slowly.

Yet, I do not want this struggle to hinder me from a relationship with a guy, but rather, I want a guy who will accept me for who I am and this particular thing that I struggle with from the start. I want a man who will encourage me to go deeper in my walk with God, and who is strong and firm in his faith. I want a man who will challenge me and who will call me out on things that I will fail at. I want a man who will appreciate my job and the passion that I find in waking up every morning to teach my students. Finally, I want a man who will be able to lead a family in the way, the truth, and the life of Jesus.

In conclusion, relationships (a future romantic one) are just one part of my life that I want to work on. I now see that the interaction with the lady at the eyeglasses store opened the door for me to identify an area in spring that I long to experience blossom.

I am ready to walk in the store and actually pick up, try on, and purchase the mauve-colored eyeglasses. I humbly declare that I am ready to take that risk of wearing them and seeing (no pun intended) where it takes me. Life is all about risks, and we have to allow ourselves time and trust to try them on. I am excited to wear these new glasses (figuratively speaking, of course) and observing the changes that I am a part of when I allow myself to take a risk.

The Road to Transitions

Life is all about transitions.

Once you feel like you have mastered the art of navigating transitions, you'll most likely be thrown into another one again. At least, that's how life has been for me.

Throughout my life, I have felt an expanse of transitions. Going from elementary to middle school, is huge in itself. Just think, you're being trained to think from a first grade mindset to a sixth grade mindset. Those five to six years are crucial for developmental stages, making friends, learning academics, and being social, among other things. Then, from middle school, you go on to high school. It's a place where teenagers are dealing with real-life situations first hand and teachers are able to offer them advice when asked. Teachers help prepare the high school student for life post-graduation; whether that's college, work, travel, or a mix of all three.

I think it's quite fair to make the statement that we all go through transitions. After college, I went into substitute teaching - which helped to prepare me for my first full-time teaching job that I have now. Yet, another transition. The training has been very worthwhile and I have come home with a plethora of information at the end of each day. I know that I will probably be filling up countless notebooks with helpful literature and keynote speakers "words of wisdom" from Professional Development training throughout this school year.

Yes, it's true that sometimes the unknown is a little scary; the uncertainty may make some apprehensive. But, I feel that if we, as humankind, were not given the ability to experience these emotions, we would never know life from this perspective. From my experience, I was given this ability to feel emotions when I was created by God. I would never have the ability to empathize with my neighbors about life and the immense hurdles and triumphs that it brings without such emotions.

On an unrelated note but another great example nonetheless, I fully expect that on my first date (see previous blog post: 24 and single) - I will probably be nervous and excited all at the same time. However, if I already feel comfortable with that particular person and have taken the opportunity to get to know him in group settings, then, the whole date (and relationship) will (hopefully!) be better. I feel that if a relationship blossoms out of an initial friendship - the two will work hand-in-hand with each other.

So, I believe that it is because of my willingness to learn, that I have been able to enter the teaching profession with an open heart. My college years and practicum training have fully prepared me for the role that lay ahead. I'm quite excited to be with a group of students that I get to invest in each and every day and be able to have the opportunity to impact their lives. I expect to see those impacts in tangible ways (albeit, sometimes it takes a while) and other times in ways that I cannot see, nor may not ever get to see.

But the reality is, that whatever you are doing, whatever profession you find yourself in, you will experience transitions. You will even experience transitions outside of your careers - for example, expecting a baby, going on a date, moving to a new place, getting married, etc. I feel that it is so important to approach each of these transitions with a fresh and open mindset and not to allow yourself to be swayed by other people's opinions of a particular transition, journey, end goal, or life stage. You are being taken on this journey of life and it is only, the unique you that is living that dream. So, make the most of it!

For me, my passion is teaching. I will talk to anyone and everyone about teaching if/when I have the opportunity! My training has opened up the door to shine a light in the room that I was standing in. When the light was turned on, I saw how my face shone whenever I talked about teaching. It's what I was born to do and I can't imagine myself doing anything else for the rest of my life (career wise, that is.)

Today was my first day of  "official training" as a new, first year teacher (though it feels like I've received so much training already, and I am so grateful for even more!) The speaker talked about how, as a teacher, I am called to "help prepare students for a world that I may never see." This quote helped me to see this profession from a different perspective. A perspective, in which my ultimate end goal is to help assist my students in preparing for life. And, if you ask me, that's a pretty rewarding, challenging, and exciting profession and transition.

24 and single

For a while, it seemed that I was missing out on the most "important" aspect of life.  I was so focused and concentrated on finding that "special someone". I put a lot of my energy into this, and with that, neglected all of the beautiful things going on around me. I often felt that God had forgotten about me and spent a lot of time wondering and asking

"When is my time going to come?"

"When will I experience what my friends are experiencing?"

"Is there something wrong with me?"

You see, all that I saw around me was my friends in their early to mid-20's, engaged (sometimes, quite literally) in couply things: like date nights, weddings, engagements, etc. All of these milestones that life was giving them, I was not experiencing. I often felt in a strange place as a single woman.

It wasn't until about 6 months ago that I finally felt comfortable with myself as a single woman. I finally realized that some of the good and beautiful things like marriage (or the "M- word", as I like to call to it), date nights, and couply outings, were not happening because of me, but because I just simply hadn't crossed that particular path yet. And for once, I was okay with that. Because, for once,  I was finally comfortable with myself and who I was created to be.

I realized that society has this way of dictating to us how we should live our lives, particularly with women. I'm not sure if you have ever experienced this at all, but the media shoves a lot of "adult-like" responsibilities our way that we haven't crossed yet. I often wonder about the short and long-term effects that society feeds young women about adulthood, the mediums through which these messages travel (via computer, magazine, television, music, internet, etc.) and how these women change as a result of this unhealthy nutrition.

For me, I knew who I was in God, but I wasn't truly comfortable in that. The past few days, I have experienced this incredible comfort in my identity, in who I am. I no longer attend social gatherings with the mindset of "looking for someone." My perspective on this whole issue has changed.

For example, while my friends planned their perfect "date outfit," I was talking to God about how I felt as a single woman. I feel that these past 6 months have been quite a growth experience for me. I slowly drifted away from thinking all the time about my "dream guy" to prayers that were less self-driven and more outward focused on my friends, my family, my parents, being faithful to Jesus, etc. My attitude towards life also changed, too. I often came home from social gatherings with friends downcast at times because "so-and-so didn't talk to me", when in reality, I was trying to cross a road that I was not ready for.

Here's an analogy: it was like I was trying to cross a road with cars passing in front of me. I so desperately wanted to get to the other side (because that's where the majority of my friends were). Looking back, I craved their lives rather than focusing on my own.

Within this half a year, I have grown personally, spiritually, physically, and emotionally. I do not say this with an "oh, look at me!" mindset but with a humble heart, knowing from personal experience that I have truly been blessed by Jesus. I have been very careful and intentional about what I am putting into my body in terms of nutrition and equally as faithful with keeping myself fit at the gym. I have been trying new things and conquering obstacles.

I have been able to bless other single women with my "story", though I don't even consider it a story, really, but a true reflection of the journey that God has taken me on. God has also equally blessed me with wonderful women who are in healthy relationships and how to learn from them. I have re-examined my life as a single woman not as something to feel bad about but as something to fully embrace. Because, only one "Alexandra Believes" will ever navigate on this journey. (:

A friend recently pointed out to me, that she was excited that I have been able to be single, because I'm able to connect with other single women in a way that women who are in relationships may not have the ability to. I've really enjoyed observing, listening to, and asking questions from my friends who have been in relationships and those who are in them currently about that particular "path." This same friend also shared that once I am in a relationship, I will be experiencing a lot of "firsts." Which, in and of itself, is pretty neat, because I have nothing else to compare him (or the relationship), to. In a way, it will be my new path of "firsts," something exciting and nerve racking all at the same time.

I do not regret any of this time that I have spent as a single woman. I have enjoyed the freedom that it brings. I've also truly enjoyed the times that I've spent (and continue) to spend with God. Finally, I've enjoyed the moments where I've felt truly comfortable in how God created me. I've come to the realization that women do not need a man to define their worth or who they are in society, but that a true and proper understanding of themselves will only come through time spent with Jesus.

This season of singleness has helped me to be able to transition for when that special man walks across that path to meet me, too.

#10 - humility

Again and again I am reminded that I cannot (nor should I try), to do it all on my own.

This is quite a challenging statement for some to grasp. The belief that, as a human, I do not have the ability to control the things around me regardless of how hard I try, is hard to follow through at times. We have all experienced this belief that we've "got it all together." But the reality is, we don't. We are broken human beings in need of love, support, and people. We are called to recall the one who does have it all together: Jesus. The simple act of calling on his name may be the very thing that brings you to your knees.

Today, I was humbly reminded that I am young, I am learning, and I need to be flexible with the circumstances that I find myself in at any given time. I find myself at a point in my life where I am (again) learning how to be "content" without having a road map. A friend once put it like this: "I need to trust that the pilot of a plane knows how to fly the plane better than I do. Will I trust the pilot or my own devices?" In a similar way, I need to trust in Jesus - to get me through life's challenging obstacles, to rejoice at the tops of mountain peaks, and to weep alongside the feet of those who are experiencing deep sorrow.

In some ways, humility can be likened to that of a group task. Humility takes support and a lowering of oneself - a wiping away of all standards that you have set in an effort to see things from a completely different perspective. The support of a trusted community AND the encouragement of that particular group of people is so important and vital to your growth as a person. I would argue, in fact, that humility needs both a lessening of oneself and encouragement (or reminders of who you are - identity) in order to fully blossom. Your trusted community of family, friends, coworkers, spouse - they all need to remind you of your place in the world, they need to encourage you, and they need to remind you of your identity. For followers of Jesus, it is reminding yourself through scripture, accountability, people, etc. that you are, indeed, a daughter or a son of God, the Creator of the world. Regardless of your spiritual journey, I would humbly suggest to you that we are all in need of some restructuring of our positions in society every now and then, as well as the continual support and encouragement from family.

Peace.

# 9 - comfort vs. vulnerability

I like to be comfortable.

Correction. Maybe "love" is a better word.

I love to be comfortable.

Then again, life isn't always about being comfortable.

There are parts of our lives where we are called to be comfortable, to live in and with people, places, things and times that are familiar to us. However, there are those people, places, things, and times as equally as important, and even more so, I would argue, that cause us to step out of the comfort and into the vulnerability.

Comfort connotes that one desires to be in a place that one is familiar with. Comfort suggests that I make the choice to be involved with these people, places, things, and ideas. Vulnerability connotes that I desire (either by my own choice or not) to step out of the familiar and into a time and a space that is not my own. It is unfamiliar in the fact that I may be uncomfortable with the uncertainty and unknown parts of this person, place, or thing. On the other hand, vulnerability forces me to try something new: that is, to get to know a new person, new place, or a new thing. When every part of me resists the vulnerability or the uncomfortableness of this change (and believe me, it has), I fight. Hard. So much so, that I sometimes fall flat on my face in the circle of life, all because I am becoming introduced to something new.

Now, there are some differences between comfort and vulnerability. I would first argue that comfort can be broken down into two parts:

1) Comfort that is healthy
2) Comfort that is unhealthy.

In much the same way, vulnerability can be broken down into two parts:

1) Vulnerability that is healthy.
2) Vulnerability that is unhealthy.

If you are confused, let me being by explaining my thinking and logic on these two very different, yet very important, concepts.

First, let's tackle comfort that is healthy. Right now, I am sitting in a coffee shop. I am comfortable sitting in this coffee shop. I have my coffee, my blueberries and carrot sticks, my computer, my phone, and my books. One could say that I am comfortable. (Keep in mind, however, that my possessions should, in no way, define who I am. But, more on that in a future post.)

In dealing with comfort that is unhealthy - Let's take this same coffee shop. I have all of my possessions like books and coffee, with me. I would be considered (at least in my own thinking), to be experiencing "unhealthy comfort" if I was in this scenario all of the time. For example, I would be demonstrating that I am experiencing unhealthy comfort because I have refused to try and move to another location, like type at the mall, or in a park, or on a mountaintop.

In terms of vulnerability, a person can experience one of two types as explained above: vulnerability that is healthy and vulnerability that is unhealthy. Take, for example, a first date. A guy and a girl start off their relationship as friends and then they gradually discover that they have romantic feelings for each other. They decide that the next logical step is to go out on a date. This type of situation may be considered for some, healthy vulnerability. A typical guy asks a typical girl out. This act requires the guy to step out of the comfort of "just friends" and into a more deeper and defined relationship. In essence, the guy is putting himself out there for the girl to either reject or accept his invitation. I call this situation, "healthy vulnerability."

On the flip side, there is also, "unhealthy vulnerability." Let's take this scenario of this typical guy and this typical girl once more. Say this typical girl accepted the invitation of this first date. During the date, this typical girl tempts this typical guy by using flirtatious techniques that are very difficult for this guy to resist. This interaction makes the typical guy feel uncomfortable, and thus, the date itself feels incredibly awkward. This is an example of "unhealthy vulnerability." The girl put herself out there for the guy way too much at a time when their relationship was just beginning.

In life, I think we can all agree that we have experienced instances of healthy and unhealthy comfort and healthy and unhealthy vulnerability. It is important to reflect and learn from these situations, whether we are currently experiencing them now or whether they happened in the past. Equally important, is the ability to learn from and grow from these experiences. Some of us may feel comfortable sharing our situations with others in order to hold ourselves accountable and/or to help others going through the same thing(s).

This week, I encourage you to journal and talk with a trusted friend about your comforts and vulnerability experiences, in order to grow and learn from them.

# 8: new beginnings

Well, I suppose I should be on # 12 in the series "24 things you may not know about me." But, life is consuming and time, fulfilling. For now, here's number 8: new beginnings.

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I love new beginnings.
I love the unexpectedness in not knowing what's around the corner.
I love the joy and happiness - comparable, to a relationship that's first starting to bloom; with the excitement and giddiness from both parties toward the other person.
I love the dreaming and the wondering of new beginnings.
I love how the whole world seems within reach -especially when you have great friends to share it with.
I love the butterflies in your stomach (the good kind).

In a way, new beginnings remind me of first dates. In the Hallmark movie, Remember Sunday (if you haven't seen this, you totally should), the man Gus, has a brain aneurysm that impacts his short-term memory. As a result, he has to relearn EVERYTHING each day. One day, he meets this woman, and they really like each other, but she doesn't know abut his medical condition until she becomes very attached to him. You get to witness their relationship develop over the course of the movie; he approaches each day with a fresh, new perspective and his girlfriend helps to expose him to new things everyday.

The way this man experiences new things and the way that this woman shows him, (in her own special way) to embrace the uniqueness of life, reminds me of myself. I approach each day with a new mindset (as challenging as it may be) but I also have a way about me that likes to explore and to try new things. For example, when my friends and I went to Newport, they encouraged me to try an oyster and to climb a lifeguard chair. I enjoyed the thrill and the newness of these tasks. And granted, it took me some time to muster up the confidence, but in the end, I am proud of myself that I did it!

New beginnings can be scary, yes, but they are also filled with limitless and profoundly beautiful possibilities.

Here's to new beginnings.
Cheers!

# 7 - nostalgia

Nostalgia.

I feel as though today, I've been reliving parts of my childhood.

Cookouts.
Awe of seeing a mother and her ducklings swim across a sunset pond.
Old invitations from my 16th birthday party - - cosmic bowling!
Dinner at the pond.
Dance recitals at the park.

Nostalgia.

The innocence of childhood can be a beautiful thing. Just this morning, this Fourth of July felt different. And then, I figured it out: I am getting older. I was missing the excitement and joy of seeing my grandparents - and my relatives coming together when I was just a little girl, with blonde hair fashioned in a waterspout on top of my head. Now, we lead our own separate lives, but those memories are still there.

I miss watching the fireworks with my parents from our kitchen window, brilliantly glowing over our backyard. And though, our trees have grown just a little taller - I still eagerly look outside my window and see sparks of colorful fireworks dancing across the night sky.

Nostalgia.

Sleeping in the backseat on long car rides.
Watching the clouds change shape.
A reflection and stillness - that all (at least for now) is right with the world, and that I can finally relive those precious parts of my life, known as

nostalgia.

# 6 - failed expectations

The past few nights I've woken from a sound sleep. Thoughts have been knocking on the confines of my head, such as past events, present troubles, and future concerns. Fits of tossing and turning and a spinning mind, have caused me to develop a new habit: write my thoughts down at 3 am on the "notes" app of my phone and talk to God about it. Most often, these times will turn into prayers.

One such issue that I am experiencing is that of failed expectations. Just to be upfront and honest, I fail. A lot. Now, I'm not saying this for people to look at me or to have a pity party or even for people to think less of me. What I am saying is that I am human. And, as a human, I make mistakes, I learn from them, and I try not to make the same mistakes again.

In some areas of my life, I am slow at learning. During my quiet time with God this morning, I read an excerpt from Jesus Calling, where Sarah Young talks about submitting our broken dreams over to God in exchange for his dreams for our lives. This is a very hard thing to do. Submitting control and trusting, are very challenging and adult topics to wrap our minds around (at least for me). Once we come to that place where we submit our own failed expectations of ourselves over to Jesus, change happens. It may not happen as quickly as we'd like, but it does. We may be very resistant to this type of change at first or we may  even experience happiness and a longing for more. Either way, it's important to thank God for this revelation.

Within the past month or so, I have learned how to trust again. I trusted before, but it was a different kind of trust in which I placed my hopes in myself and not in Jesus, where it ultimately belonged. The results that I experienced were different and less fulfilling. When I finally decided to let myself trust and to be vulnerable again - I experienced genuine happiness. I was overjoyed that my vulnerability led to something even greater than myself. After that, I experienced hurt again, and learned how to trust once more.

I've come to learn that hurt and trust are cycles. In order to trust, one must be willing to let his or her guard down (in a healthy way), thus making themselves vulnerable to be hurt. Once we are hurt, we may retreat back into the comfort of our shells for a while, but ultimately, something draws our heads out again experience Jesus' love and longing for us.

All that I pray (hope for, really), is that the people that I've hurt, will forgive me. And for those who have hurt me, I say that, from the depths of my heart, you are forgiven.

# 5 - scents

There are some smells that I really like.

I love walking outside to experience the smell of rain just after a storm.

I love the smell of freshly cut grass.

I love the smell of notebooks and of bindings that haven't been cracked yet. I always feel inspired to write right then and there. Oh, and new pens are always a plus, too!

A little bit of cologne on a guy is nice - just as long as it's not so overpowering that he took a bath in it. It's just comforting to have a little hint of it on his shirt. Just so that you know he's there with you.

I love the smell of grilled, stewed, or pan-friend vegetables.

I love the smell of scented candles.

I love the smell of ocean water, with a tinge of sea salt (or seaweed) in the air. So, when I close my eyes and take a deep breath, I know that I am at the ocean.

Bath & Body's Warm Vanilla Sugar hand lotion smells amazing! Though for a while now, I've been buying the unscented because it's so much cheaper.

And with these loves, there also comes some, well, dislikes. (or, things that I prefer).

I dislike any piece of meat or gluten-free hamburger or hot dog bun or piece of toast that is burnt. Correction, I will not eat a piece of meat or gluten-free hamburger or hot dog bun or piece of toast if it is burnt. I will put it on a plate or throw it away and make myself a new one. all of the time.

I will not eat a piece of pork if applesauce is placed right next to it. I will, however, eat both if they are contained; that is, if the applesauce is in it's own separate dish.

I dislike when women use WAY TOO much perfume. It's actually quite hard to breathe.

I dislike the smell of pollution in the air and burning rubber from the landfill.

I dislike the smell of mugginess when it's in the air.

# 4 - pet peeves

Everyone has pet peeves. Here's a sampling of mine.

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• People talking on the phone in a restaurant. 
• Talking while chewing gum. 
• "Dancing" around an important question instead of asking it straight out. 
• Drivers cutting me off in traffic or on the highway.
• Waking up to an alarm. 

# 3: ---> "Alex, what are your hopes and dreams?"

This was a question posed by a friend when a group of us ventured out to Newport last weekend. Across a rectangular wooden dinner table filled with oysters, ribs, gluten-free pizza, beverages, and deliciously smelling bread, I found myself lost for words. After a few laughs, I composed a nice, neat little answer; but, in some ways, it was not a true reflection of me. I've realized that this is a loaded question that cannot be answered in a neat little bow. My apologizes go out to my friends who eagerly sat waiting and listening for my response. Upon further reflection, here is my list that will probably keep on growing, but hopefully provides you with a better view of who I am. So, I give to you, loyal readers: my hopes and dreams list!

Alexandra's Hopes & Dreams (in no particular order)

• Visit the specific countries of my ancestors and grandparents, including Italy, Ireland, and Europe. 
• Meet my friend (in person and for the first time) who lives in Jamaica that I have been writing to since freshmen year of high school.
• Get a full-time teaching job.
• Have my own place.
• Have a boyfriend who cares about me and likes me for who I am. Then, we can talk about marriage. (:
• Publish a book of my own poetry.
• Attend a writing conference.
• Go hiking.
• Go horseback riding on a beach.
• Milk a cow.
• Raise my own children.
• Adopt a child or two.
• Go on an African safari. 
• Travel overseas.  
• Return to one of my first loves - dance (and open my own dance studio - or work at one.)
• Work at an orphanage. 
• Plant my own garden and harvest my own vegetables. 
• Go on a glass bottom boat tour. 
• Go para sailing. 
• Spend a night on a sailboat.
• Run a 5k.
• Go to New York City.
• Visit Mt. Rushmore.
• Stand in the "four states at once" on the western part of the United States.
• Travel by car across country. 
• Make a piece of clothing by hand.
• Visit all of the places where the things that I rely on daily, are made. For example, travel to the country(ies) that make my clothes.
• Go on a Ferris Wheel. again. 
• Go on a carousel. again.
• Get married on the beach. Or, have some aspect of my wedding on the water.
• Tell kids about the love of Jesus.

Unexpected Love

So, I know that I said I would only write one post a day; however, I couldn't help but share this special addition. Here's an entry that I wrote in my journal tonight. May it bring a renewed perspective on love, relationships, and the theme of "waiting," to your soul.
Cheers.

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Today, I re-read the story of Ruth and Boaz. This is my favorite story in the Bible. It's so amazing to me how a young woman who was so committed to her family and who chose to wait (for what seemed like a long time, though the biblical account does not actually say) for a second chance with love. Her heart totally and completely worshiped God; something that mesmerizes me. She was clearly infatuated with doing His will, too - something that I fall short of every single day. Yet, His promise of new life through His death on the cross, gives me the hope that I need to try again and again and again. Ruth had a heart that honored God, her Creator, and sought to do His will, first and foremost.

And then, this man, Boaz, comes along. Well, he was there all the time, in Naomi's homeland. Ruth really took quite a risk in deciding to stay with her mother-in-law by going to an unfamiliar land. Yet, in some ways, Bethlehem was familiar because Boaz was related to Naomi's son, (Ruth's former husband) who had passed away.

I love how in Chapter 2 of verse 1, the account says: "Now Naomi had a relative on her husband's side, from the clan of Elimelech, a man of standing, whose name was Boaz." Ha - God certainly knew exactly what he was doing the entire time.

This story resonates so much with me because I see so much of myself within the person of Ruth. By no means am I her; nor am I trying to make a comparison between us. I admire the commitment that she had to her family, the waiting she endured from the time of her husband's death to the time where her marriage with Boaz was made official; the loyalty to her mother-in-law, Naomi, when her other sister-in-law, Orpah, returned home; and finally, the perseverance that Ruth showed in the face of hardships, such as relocating from a place of famine to a place of harvest.

Boaz heard all about Ruth through his foreman, yet never once do we read about him being captivated by her beauty. I'm sure that Ruth's physical appearance was marvelous, and there are many other biblical stories that talk about the physical appearance of women. Yet, that is another post for another time. It was because of these things that made Ruth attractive to Boaz. It was because of Ruth's commitment, her loyalty, her waiting, that made Boaz ultimately pursue her. And, if you have ever been pursued by God (or even by another person for that matter), you know that it's a lovingly beautiful mixture of emotions, desires, hopes, and dreams.

I love how Ruth and Boaz's relationship happened so unexpectedly. Neither of them were looking for love. There was no Match.com or ChristianMingle.com in those days. They did not expect to find love, not to mention, each other. It was God that built the bridge between them so that they could walk across to see each other. He is ultimately the Creator behind all of these things.

I also find it completely amazing that Naomi and Ruth traveled from a famine to a harvest. This story tells of God's provision not only in terms of food, at a time when people were starving, but also shares the concepts of relationships, and our role(s) as people in them.

God does provide, and, in a media infested world where all we hear (as women at least), is how to make our appearance captivating for men; because as such, we will truly be appreciated solely on beauty alone, is a lie. To hear, however, how God makes us beautiful not because of what we do but because of who we are, is really quite counter-cultural. Imagine if this thought process sat in the check-out lines at the grocery store and in the magazine racks at Barnes and Noble. What image would People Magazine conjure up if they chose to instead showcase men and women based upon their relationships with others, with their Creator at the forefront? Instead of the all-too frequent "Top 10 Tips to Get a Guy," what about highlighting the story of an everyday average woman and the good that she is bringing in the world? (Cheers to the sites, corporations, non-profits, etc. who are doing this latter part already for both sexes. Thank you!)

The unexpectancy in Ruth and Boaz's relationship continues to surprise me. Even the way that Boaz treats Ruth, with such gentleness and hospitality, are traits that are typically associated with women. This is, again, another counter-cultural example to the litter of lies that society feeds us in the 21st century about the roles of men and women. Just imagine if all men and women treated each other in the same way as Ruth and Boaz did? How different would our world be! I tend to think that we'd have healthier familial relationships and a decline in divorce.

Finally, the humility that Boaz had for his next of kin is worth noting. As a part of the culture, he had to approach the next of kin about purchasing the plot of land, which, as a part of the transaction, also acquired Elimelech's widow, Ruth. If I were Boaz, my humility would be at a minimum. I'd be jumping out of my skin saying: "I found her! She's mine!" When in reality, it was God that found both Ruth and Boaz. It was God that made the connection for both of them. Again, Boaz showed his loyalty not only to God and to his family, but to Ruth as well by simply, waiting. From experience, this act that we refer to most times as "simple," is actually quite hard and frankly, takes serious amounts of time. (At least, that's how I've experienced waiting.) Finally, Boaz was given the "okay" from the next of kin to acquire the land and Ruth when the man first in line could not accept the offer.

Ruth and Boaz's story is a wonderful example of how relationships (whether personal, familial, or romantic) should be. Reading this story gives me hope that, one day, I can experience the same joy that Ruth and Boaz shared together so many years ago.