Sunday, April 29, 2012


YOLO is all the rage these days. For those of you unaware what YOLO is, it stands for "You Only Live Once". Everyone does ridiculous things, tweets about it, and adds "YOLO" to the end of their tweet. For example:

Running with scissors... #YOLO
Pulling fire alarms for fun... #YOLO
Writing this blog post instead of studying for my biology test tomorrow... #YOLO
Paying for my food in all pennies and nickels at McDonald's... #YOLO
(Yes, this really did happen, and here's the picture.)

Now you have the idea. Everyone is saying this...all the time. And after a little bit of thought, I realized that they were exactly right. You only live once. Which gives you the reason to do a lot of things. In view of eternity, your life is so small. You've only got one. I've only got one. Our tiny lives can make a difference for the huge eternity. The fact that we only live once does not give us the license to do dumb things. The fact that we only live once gives us every reason to make it count. Make the best of it. Don't do something absolutely ridiculous and blame it on Twitter's new trend.

Do something for the Lord, and then say, "You only live once." Stand up for the Lord. The semester is almost over. That person in your class (and my class) that you know isn't a Christian? You've probably got a week or two left to share the gospel with them. You only live once, they only live once, and you're probably never gonna see them again. Go ahead, do it. And then tweet about it and throw #YOLO on the end of it.

Hebrews 9:27 - "And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment."

We've got one life, and then we've got judgement. Keep this in mind, and don't use YOLO as an excuse to do something stupid. Use it as an excuse to do something radical for the kingdom of Heaven. You won't regret it.

Speaking of regret, I was with the wonderful Karen Bertrand the other day when I got some good advice. Katelyn and I were trying to decide whether or not to get desert when I said, "No, I'm not going to get it, I'll regret it later." She went on to give some advice to us youngsters...when making a decision think about the future. Think about what you'll regret after it's all said and done. Will you regret not eating the ice cream? or will you regret eating it? Will you regret going to church? or will you regret not going? Will you regret handing the cashier at Walmart at tract? Or will you regret not handing him one?

Make decisions wisely. Don't do something you'll regret...there's no way to go back and change it. Because, after all, you only live once.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

my life 1 year ago. airplanes and china.

3 days ago was April 23rd. And 3 days ago I was going to write a blog post, but I had to get up early the next day. April 24th I was going to write a blog post, but I forgot. April 25th I also forgot. And here it is, April 26th, and I'm finally getting around to blogging about my trip to China that happened (over) 1 year ago.

April 23rd of 2011 I hopped on a plane and headed over to the far east. The next day, after 15+ hours of flights and a few hours of following a flight attendant around airports and watching documentaries on William & Kate's then-up-coming marriage and Taylor Swift's road to fame, I made it to Beijing and began a short life in China that changed my life so much. When I came back I had a nephew, I was much closer to my brother and sister-in-law, I was closer to the Lord, I knew the definitions of words like "didactic", I knew how to nurse a baby, I could understand the general idea of a simple conversation in Chinese, I loved QQs, and my piano skills were very rusty.

Last year on April 25th I went to the pearl market and then was up late with jet lag. This April 25th I went to biology class, church, and played Rock Band at Tyler's house. Oh, how different my life is now.

In those 10 weeks I learned so much. When I went through security at the PTI airport, I had no clue what was in store.

I will forever be grateful to Josh and Danielle for putting up with me and entertaining me even when there was no baby; to Mom and Dad for letting me go and for Skyping with me for hours; and to the Lord for the wonderful opportunity He gave me.

I miss it. I miss the tears shed because I was homesick and the tears shed because I didn't want to go home. I miss the chaffing and the taxis. I miss the squatty potties and the hospital food.

Let's be honest. I miss it all.