Empty handed, but alive

God is amazing. His love is so much wider and deeper than I can even begin to grasp.

I spent last night in the emergency room because of a seizure. The hospital staff was pretty mean to me, they couldn't get me to calm down, and it was a really terrible night. The whole time I just wanted to go back to my dorm, but my heart rate was really high, and I knew that they wouldn't let me go until I remembered how to breath again. Eventually, when the doctors stopped being big bullies, my brother was let in and my breathing slowly returned to a normal rate. They put some sort of medicine in me and did a bunch of tests, but ultimately it was a frustrating night because it just means I have to go back to my neurologist. My neurologist is the worst, in case you haven't heard me complain about him yet, and he never listens to me. I've actually had more seizures since I was put on this medicine than I did before, but he still refuses to put me on a different drug. He thinks I'm just not taking my medicine. What a jerk.

Anyways, with that being said, I'm emotional and frustrated. I'm scared, like I am after any seizure, and I hate that feeling of fear that I walk with. In my spiritual formation class right now we're praying the prayer of recollection every morning. This prayer begins with presenting oneself to the Lord and saying, "I am here Lord. I present myself to you." We're supposed to do it right when we wake up, and recently I have been woken up every morning at about 3 AM due to a terrible headache. The first couple times it happened, I took some aleve and tried to go back to sleep, but my headaches don't go away anymore, and trying to sleep in the midst of them is useless. With that unfortunate situation, I have been praying my prayer of recollection at 3 in the morning, in the midst of my pain and anger.

As I present myself to God, it has been an act of presenting myself just as I am. I have been presenting myself in my anger, frustration, anxiety, and deep hurt. While I'm exhausted, I am still presenting myself to God. It's been awesome to see the way God has met me exactly as I am and exactly where I am. I feel like I don't have much to offer right now. I'm tired and scared, and honestly mad. I don't understand why this is all getting worse right now, or why it ever had to happen at all, but I am encouraged by Romans 8:18. I have hope, and I know that through my biggest struggles God is bringing about His glory. I know that even in my pain God is working to bring about much better things than I can imagine. I have hope that God will bring healing, whether it be in 2 minutes or in 20 years or when I die and my body is fully restored. God is always in the process of something good, and so my hope will remain rooted in Him.



"Your grace has found me just as I am, empty handed, but alive in Your hands."

-Savannah


P.S. Please pray for me! Pray that I will find a new doctor and a new medicine. Also please pray that God will give me strength to make it through the day. My medicine makes me so drowsy, and my headaches keep me awake, so I am extremely sleep deprived.

I'm a Pumpkin

I want to write a blog right now, but I am so emotionally drained that I'm not entirely sure I can write my thoughts out. I do know, though, that writing out my thoughts is one of the best ways for me to figure things out, so here goes.

College is amazing and different and crazy and hard and exhausting and draining. I love it here at Biola. It has been such a blessing up to this point, and I know that God has called me here and has amazing plans for me. It is so easy to see how God has provided in the past, and made a way for me to come here. It's awesome, and I know I am so blessed, but things have been hard recently.

In my spiritual formation class, we had an assignment where we had to pray this prayer of recollection every morning. The assignment is now completed, but I have continued to pray this prayer first thing every morning. It takes about ten minutes, and goes something like this (This was all written by John Coe..definitely not by me):

1. Present and open your heart to the Lord and intend to learn from Him.
2. Consider as loss all things that could tempt you to find gain outside of Christ; consider as loss all things in comparison to Christ. Detach from potential idols of the heart, both good or bad things, that your flesh might be tempted to find its identity outside of being in Christ. Open to the truth of these matters and talk to the Lord about this, whether you struggle with these matters of the flesh. 
3. Affirm to your soul and the Lord your true identity in Christ, that being in union with Christ, no longer condemned but accepted in Him, is your true self. Be open to the truth at this moment, whether this is truly what you experience or not and talk with the Lord about this.
4. Resolve to keep your heart and mind attentive to the Lord. Be receptive, silent, and still. 
5. Hear the word of God. 

Alright so there's more to each step, but that's the basic gist of it. Like I said, I've been praying these prayers every morning, and step 1 is the one that has been revealing so much. The prayer for part one sounds like this: Lord, I am here. I present myself to you. Open my heart to the truth of what is going on in my life. 

That's a pretty crazy prayer. It runs along the lines of Psalm 139, praying that God will seek us and know our ways. Starting out my conversation with God with this prayer has led to a lot. The truth of what is going on in my life isn't always pretty. In fact as I pray that, I find a whole lot of junk coming up that I didn't realize was rooted so deeply inside of me. I feel like the best way to compare what I've been going through during this prayer is to say that I am like a pumpkin. Yep, a pumpkin. 

When you set out to carve a pumpkin, you have to get all of the gunk out of it first. You cut the top open, and begin scooping out the seeds and all that gross orange mess that is sitting inside of it. I feel like this is what God is doing with my heart right now. I'm presenting myself to Him, saying that I want to be fashioned in his likeness and used to show His glory, but before He can do that, He has to get all the junk out from inside. 

There's a lot going on in my life. Some days God shows me anger or bitterness that I may be holding onto. Other days He brings up disappointment that I have not let go of quite yet. Each day He reveals to me more of the gunk that I have allowed to sit in my heart for so long. God's in the process of emptying me out, of bringing redemption to the darker areas of my heart. Some days it's more painful than others, but it is drawing me near to God. It is a part of the process of spiritual formation, a process that I believe many Christians are avoiding. This process of emptying out my heart of junk leads to the same thing that emptying a pumpkin does: the carving.

As soon as everything is out of the pumpkin, you can carve it. That's where God and I are at right now. I am being emptied so that God can carve me into who He desires me to be. As I am emptied, it allows more room for God. Each day as I have presented myself to God, and asked Him to search me, I have seen how I have a greater capacity to love or a lessened desire to become angry. I am filled with patience and peace that can only come from God. 

The best part is that when you finish carving your pumpkin, you place a candle inside of it, and it shines in the darkness. God is filling me with His light, and with His glory, so that I may shine in the darkness as a light for Him. God's glory is brought about in my weakness and willingness to be used by Him. God is aware of how much junk may be in my life, but He is calling me to be His light, and that's an offer I can't refuse. 

-Savannah

Be Still

I have been having a rough week. Honestly, things have been really hard lately. With my health getting worse, and my homework getting harder, I'm having trouble being motivated to even try at times. Tuesday night in my Foundations of Spiritual Formation class, our teacher sent us out of the class an hour early so that we could spend time meditating. He gave us a passage in Philippians to read, and said we could either meditate on that, or simply meditate on whatever it was that we felt God was leading us toward. I left class, and made my way up to a garden on the rooftop of the Talbot building. I sat down, and prayed, and began to read the passage my prof had given us.

I started out by telling God that I really didn't have a great idea on what meditation should even look like. It's definitely a spiritual discipline that I need help in, and I was already feeling discouraged only 2 minutes into my hour of meditating. I read the passage a few times, and I really had no idea what Paul was trying to say. I didn't have my study Bible with me, so I had no references or explanations at the bottom of my page helping me understand it. It was so frustrating, and I kept telling God that I was open to hearing whatever He wanted me to learn from that passage. I was trying so hard to open myself up to God and be open to hearing what He has to say, but it was super frustrating. The benches up in the garden are extremely uncomfortable. I didn't understand the passage of the Bible. I couldn't seem to hear God's voice. I just did not understand what was going on. I was flipping back and forth through the Bible trying to find a verse that made sense or related to what I was going through. I read all of the preceding verses in Philippians, thinking maybe context clues would help. I tried everything I could think of in order to "meditate" on this chapter.

Then I heard God in a loud voice saying "Be still and know that I am God." So of course, my first thought was to try and recall where in Psalms those words were written. I flipped over to Psalms 46 quickly, and again I heard God say "Be still and know that I am God." So I stopped flipping my Bible for a second, and this time I heard God's voice saying, "Be still, Savannah." Okay so I was feeling pretty convicted, because by this point, I was not being very still. I had changed the position I was sitting in a million times, I had read 10 different passages in scripture, I had journaled a good two or three pages, and I had not been still. At that point, I put away my Bible and my journal, laid down on the uncomfortable bench, and I was still. Not only was I literally still, I became mentally still. Anytime my thoughts began running wild, God again told me to be still.

I suck at being still. The business of school and relationships and health issues take a hold of me most of the time. My thoughts are always running wild, and my body is always running wild. The idea of being still is completely foreign to me, and yet there I was, hearing God telling me to be still.

I sat in silence for a long time. My head was emptied of thoughts. My body was restricted from moving. I was still. There were a couple times I started praying, "Okay, God, what do you want to tell me as I'm being still?" but God kept repeating that I simply needed to be still. After much time was spent in stillness, God allowed me to study the next sentence in that Psalm.

The verse continues "and know that I am God." Through my stillness God helped me to realize that He is God over every area of my life. He is God over my health issues, and my grades, and my relationships, and my friendships. He is healer, redeemer, encourager, provider, my strength. He is conqueror, all-powerful, everywhere, and never changing. He is my all in all.

Of course after realizing this, I felt so convicted about my pride. I like to fix things. I like to solve things and get rid of problems, and see the results of my hard work.

With my increasing health issues, I have found that I am so powerless to do anything. I take my meds and I changed my diet and I can't seem to find anything that will make me get better. I am powerless. It's been frustrating and it's been discouraging, but what God really showed me was that I need to be still, and realize and accept  that He is God. I cannot just say that He is God. I need to live it out.

At this time in my meditation, I opened up my Bible to Psalm 46:10, and read the entire verse. This is what it says:

"He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth.” (Psalm 46:10)

The verse ends by saying that God will be exalted. If I am the one healing my health issues or providing the means for me to get through school, then I would be the one receiving the glory. My ultimate goal in life is to live for God and bring glory to Him. I want God to be glorified in my life, and this isn't going to happen if I am prideful and in constant pursuit of the newest solution to my newest problem. I need to be in constant pursuit of God, of the one who heals my sickness and carries my burdens. I need to be in constant pursuit of the one who provides grace when I become prideful. 

This week has been hard. Life has been tough lately, but I am being still, and knowing that He is God. God is in control. I am not. It's hard for me to admit, but it is also such a relief. I am still discouraged by issues that don't seem to be going away, but my action plan from here on out is to just be still. Be still and know that He is God.

-Savannah

"I've given my life to the only one who makes the moon reflect the sun. Every starry night that was His design. I've given my life to the only Son, who was, and is, and yet to come. Let the praises ring, cause He is everything" -Chris August

My flesh may fail..

I had a frustrating morning at my neurologist appointment. I just don't like my doctor very much, and I feel like he treats me like a statistic rather than an individual case with individual needs. It's frustrating being on a medicine that makes me tired and gives me mood swings, and then being told that it's the only medicine I can possibly take. Also the simple truth is that I'll be on medication for the rest of my life, so I'd really love to be on one that allows me to be a normal functioning person. I have headaches all the time, and I can never get enough sleep. My grades are starting to drop because I'm just not functioning anymore. It sucks, for lack of a better word.

With that said, I'm feeing discouraged. I don't care if I have to take medication for the rest of my life, as long as it's some sort of medicine that allows me to lead a relatively normal life, free of seizures. As my doctor so nicely put it today, "there's no cure for epilepsy," and the best I can do is just wait around and hope that there might be a day when I no longer worry about these things.

The truth is, there might not be healing here on Earth, and that sucks, but that's life. What my prayer is is that God will use me to glorify Him. If I can be used as a testament to God's grace, and his ability to work through anyone, then I will count myself blessed. I sometimes feel as if my dreams and passion for ministry cannot be reached until this seizure disorder is gone, but who am I to put limits on what God can do? God has called me into ministry, and that call came to me just as I am. I might always have seizures, but I know that our biggest struggles turn into our biggest ministries. If anything this whole situation is just teaching me about God's love and faithfulness, and His ability to work through our struggles and trials. We sang this song a couple weeks ago in chapel, and it hit me so hard.

"Give me faith to trust what You say, that You're good, and Your love is great.
I'm broken inside. I give you my life.
I may be weak, but Your spirit's strong in me.
My flesh may fail, but my God you never will"

Health issues are frustrating, and it seems like they never go away, but in the midst of persistent health issues is God, who truly never fails. He is with me through every bump in the road, and while my health may fail, He never will. It's such an encouragement to me to know that God is holding me through all of this, and will never let me down.



-Savannah



Did that actually make sense? Oh well.

So this is college..

I've been in college for about a month and a half now, and the honeymoon phase is over. The profs are no longer "going easy" on us because we're freshman, the caf food no longer seems like the best thing in the world, and the freedom has now become a curse rather than a blessing. With that being said, I do still love college. I haven't fallen out of love with Biola or anything. I am just beginning to realize how difficult college truly is. Here are a few of the things that have been happening lately:

1. I've been lacking in my blog posts, and a large part of that is due to the fact that I started working. I am a reading tutor at a local elementary school, and I work with a group of awesome 1st graders. I love my job so much. My heart is so invested in those kids, and I love going into working knowing I get to see their smiling faces. I work ten hours a week, and maybe that doesn't seem like much, but it definitely is when it's combined with the fact that I am a full time student, going to a school where I have to go to chapel a certain number of times for credit. I also have homework allllll the time. Midterms are coming up, which means I have huge projects due in every class. Life is crazy. I'm in the process of reading the whole Old Testament, researching the origin of outdoors ministry and the way in which it glorifies God, writing my next 5 minute speech for Public Comm, meeting with a mentor from my major, learning how to speak another language, and going through spiritual formation.   
2. Life is busy, but it's so awesome. God has been showing up in huge ways in my life, and I am so excited about it. I'm a part of the social justice ministry here on campus, and we're getting ready to go to  Compton to minister to prostitutes. We are also taking trips to the Dream Center in LA, and Solidarity in Fullerton. It's awesome to be with people who are letting their hearts be broken for the things that break God's heart. My heart is really invested into this ministry because there is such a need for it in our broken world. Sex trafficking, and human trafficking in general, is taking place here in America, and not enough people know about it. We know other countries are broken, but we often forget to acknowledge just how broken we are here. Human trafficking is happening everywhere, and I am so excited to see where God is taking me so that I can righteously pursue His justice. 
3. I am also part of soul group here. It is led by two sophomore students who are amazing, and we focus on relationships, identity in Christ, and loving each other in Christ. We drink tea and share our struggles and pray for each other and share truth and love. We meet every Tuesday, and it is an awesome time of building relationships and just growing stronger in my walk with God. 
4. As I mentioned earlier, here at Biola, you're required to attend chapel about 30 times each semester. I go every Sunday to something known as "Singspiration." It is an hour long time of worship, where a large majority of the campus gathers in the gym to just sing praises to God. It's so cool, and such a great way to start your week. I am in constant pursuit of ways I can shout the worthiness of God, and singspiration is a great time for that. With that being said, this isn't camp. At camp, worship is always awesome, and everyone always throws their hands in the air and proclaims God's worthiness and holiness, and has chills up and down their spine as they feel God moving deeply in them. Worship is always awesome here, but there's not always that "camp high" feeling. In the process of spiritual formation, there are times when you will not get chills up and down your spine as you sing songs to God. There are times that you will feel as if you're alone or worshipping a God that you cannot feel. The truth that has been revealed to me these past few weeks, though, is that God is God all the time. He is always amazing, good, faithful, holy, worthy of praise. We cannot worship God on a feeling. We worship God because of who He is, not how we feel. Sometimes I don't get chills down my spine, but that does not mean that I stop singing for a second. God is God and is worthy of praise, no matter how we may feel. We must learn to worship Him for who He is. Another thing I hear a lot here are comments like "worship was okay this morning" or "Wow that was the best worship I've been to here at Biola." Statements like these do not make sense to me. We are called to worship God. It doesn't matter if the singer sang in the wrong key the whole time, or if they only did hymns and we really like contemporary worship songs better. The Bible doesn't say to pick and choose when we worship God. Worship God for who he is and not for how good you feel the worship team is or how good of a feeling you get while singing. 
5. In the other chapels I have been attending, God has been calling me to do crazy things. We are all called to go into all the world, proclaiming the good news of Christ. That's a heavy calling, and one that I believe many Christians are shying away from. I have given my desires over to God, and wherever he chooses to call me, that is where I will go. There is this song that I love that says: "Jesus, I believe in you, and I would go to the ends of the earth for you." Is that statement true in your life? I pray that it will always be true in my life. 

So that's a jumbled mess of what I've been experiencing and learning. I'm sorry it's not more eloquent. It's 1 in the morning, and I'm about to crash. What I hope you can take away from this is that God is awesome, and He is working in my life and heart in so many ways. I can't explain how deep my love is for Him, or how blessed I am to be at this school. Wow God is good.

-Savannah

P.S. Here are a few prayer requests:

• energy to balance a very busy schedule
• for my seizures to calm down so I can focus on school and not my health issues
• i am desperately praying for deep friendships with girls who will keep me accountable and hang out with me and support me and walk alongside me as we grow together in Christ. it's been hard finding friends
• a continuously broken heart for the things that continuously break the heart of the God I serve. I never want to become calloused to the things of this world. I want to be so broken by them, and thus called to act. 

Ring By Spring?

It's day 6 here at my new home, and so much has happened. I've learned a lot already, and God has shown me so many amazing things here. While I could write for days on what God is doing here with me and through me and around me, there's a specific topic that I just have to get out.

There's a common joke here at Biola that says "Ring by spring, or your money back." The truth is, a lot of Christian couples get married very young. I don't believe this is always wrong, but I believe a number of people rush into marriage. In the 6 days I've been here, I have seen girls swooning over every single guy that crosses their line of vision. I have seen guys jumping at the chance to sit next to the pretty girl in their SOS group. Frankly I've seen a lot of people making fools of themselves all for the sake of having a ring by spring.

Don't get me wrong; I was really excited about coming to Biola and being surrounded by such Christ-centered people. I have been looking forward to being immersed in Christian fellowship all summer. Being here is great, and to me, there's nothing more attractive than a guy who loves God more than anything, and is earnestly seeking to serve and glorify God in everything he does. With that being said, I want a guy who is looking for the same in a girl. I did not come to Biola to find a husband. I came here because this is where God wants me. I came here because I want to become more equipped to glorify God in everything I do. I am earnestly seeking God's will for my life. I'm chasing after Him and serving Him with everything in me. If somewhere along the way, I meet my husband here at Biola, then great. If not, then great. I came here to glorify God, not to have a ring by spring.

I'm concerned about the girls who are so desperately seeking a boyfriend or a husband. In God's perfect timing, you will find a guy. In His perfect timing, a guy will come pursue you. Don't chase down the guys, and then get upset when you find that they run away after a little bit of time spent with you. Fix your eyes on God, and maybe at some point you'll bump into a guy who is also fixing his eyes on Him. Don't be fooled by the "worship wanderers" who stand right in front of that cute guy or girl and raise their arms in worship in hopes that their crush behind them will find them super spiritual. Don't be deceived, but rather get to know guys on a friendly level, and then learn if they're truly a guy worth dating.


And "Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life." (Proverbs 4:23)

-Savannah

Pitch a tent and build an altar

Here I am, all moved into my dorm (aside from a few pictures that still need hanging). I've been reluctant to post a blog, mainly because I'm not sure what to write. I'm still overwhelmed, and I have yet to figure out my way around campus. My roommate and I walked to Starbucks today, and I truly believe God blessed me by putting me within walking distance of a Starbucks. We had chapel this morning, and we have icebreaker games going on in about 30 minutes, so I'll try to make this post short.

Last night we had a time of worship and communion with our families before they said goodbye. The president of Biola spoke, and talked about how Abraham, Jacob, and Isaac moved a lot. And wherever they moved, they would pitch a tent and build an altar. No matter where they went, they would build an altar and worship God. My tent is pitched at Biola right now, and right here is where I'll worship God. Right here, right now, I will worship God. If something changes, and God sends me somewhere else, I will pick up my tent, and build an altar wherever he sends me. I will worship God no matter where He sends me. My altar is built at Biola right now, and my prayer is that everything I do in the next four years will be done with a heart of worship, and a desire to glorify God.

As Dr. Corey said last night, life is in tents (intense). We are always moving and always growing and new things are happening and things will always change. No matter where I go, though, no matter where God asks me to pitch my tent, I will worship Him.



So that's lesson #1 from Biola. I'll continue to post if anyone wants me to. God is already doing something amazing through me, and I can feel it. He's always been doing great things through me though, so I should not be at all surprised. Prayers are always appreciated!




-Savannah



"All of my life, in every season, you are still God and I have a reason to sing. I have a reason to worship."

Joshua 1:9

Today is the last day I have at home before I begin my new life at Biola. This whole summer has been a huge time of growth in my relationship with God, and as the time for me to move has come closer, I have grown closer to Him. I've been praying a lot, about pretty much everything you can think of. I've been praying that God will provide a job. I've been praying that there will be a dance studio within walking distance that I can go to. I've been praying that I will make friends. I've been praying that I will learn a lot, and do well in my classes. I've been praying all day for so many different things, and in some ways, it's been great. At the same time, I believe I've been worrying about so many different things. What if I don't get a job? What if I can't find a dance studio, and can't do the thing I love the most? What if everyone hates me? What if I'm single forever? What if I chose the wrong major? What if I fail my classes, and lose my financial aid?

The Bible is clear that we are not to worry about tomorrow, and yet it seems to be the hardest thing for us to give up our worries to God. Yes, I've been praying about my worries, but I haven't truly given them up to God. Rather I'm telling God that I'm worried about x, y, and z, and then acting as if I'm not sure God will be able to provide. I'm worried about things that are already in God's hands. Tonight, as I finish packing and start a new life at Biola, I am giving my worries to God. I will not worry about the things that are already in His hands. This tug of war with God is silly. My life is in His hands, and has been since the beginning.

I know that as I continue to seek God's will in all that I do, He will continue to provide for me in all that I do. Everything I do, I do to bring glory to God. Worrying will not be bringing glory to God, and even if I have to pray every day and give my worries to Him, it will be so much better than the stressing out and worrying I have put myself through.


-Savannah

He is Lord

Okay, I'm sure these college posts are getting annoying, but if you don't want to read it, you don't have to :)

I've been packing...or trying to at least. I've been purging my room. I cleaned out my closet, and have two full trash bags of clothing that I am going to give away. I have 5 whole trash bags filled with trash or random knick knacks that I just can't hold onto anymore. I've been purging my life, basically. I've also been crying a lot. Going through old stuff, finding old photos, reading old journals, looking at clothing I used to think was cute, it's all very emotional for me.




Yesterday was my last day at my church. God has blessed me with an amazing church family. From the time I was very young, God has placed people at Hillside who have ministered to me and shown me the love of Christ. From Miss Sheri to Miss Toni to Re and Chris and Kim and Jake and Kayla to Pastor Terry to Roy and Lois, God has put these awesome leaders around me to help me through every part of my life. I cannot begin to express my gratitude to these people, and my awe at how freakin amazing God is. Aside from the leaders at church, I've been blessed with three amazing girlfriends who have held me accountable and prayed for me and cheered me up and loved me through all of high school. While we're all different ages, we've bonded over Christian pick up lines, missions trips, all nighter sleepovers, and ultimately our desire to seek God's will in our every day lives. While saying goodbye to all of those amazing people was very hard, it was saying goodbye to my Sunday school class that made me the most emotional. I started working in the nursery in 5th grade with my mom, and it didn't take long for me to realize my calling was with the children. Miss Sheri trained me, and when Ms. Toni took over, she trusted me enough to let me teach my own class. It was such a huge blessing to me, and while I was the one teaching the kids about Jesus, I found that they often showed me more in my walk with Christ than I could show them. By the time my freshman year came around, I was positive that I wanted to pursue a career in children's ministries. While my career ideas changed a few times throughout high school, I have ultimately come back to children's ministries. God has brought me here again, and I know that these kids are my calling. Children's ministries is where I am meant to be. I love each and every one of the children I teach, and saying goodbye to them killed me. They will continue to be in my prayers every day, and I pray that another amazing teacher will step up and be blessed by these amazing kids.



As if saying goodbye to all of that isn't hard enough, I had to say goodbye to a group of girls who have been my closest friends since kindergarten. I know a lot of people make fun of Heritage, and say that it must be so awful going to the same school for 9 years. It has its downside, as any school does, but I had the time of my life there. More importantly, I met my best friends there. Lauren, Natalie, Audrey, and Deanna have been my best friends for all of elementary, middle, and high school, and as we had our last Starbucks date, I again was overwhelmed by how much God has blessed me. I have been through everything with these girls, and now as we all go off our different ways to college and beyond, I know I am forever changed by these girls. I love them so much, and I know they say you never stay in touch with your high school friends, but I don't believe they ever had friendships like we do.



So this sums up how I'm feeling right now. I haven't said goodbye to Ben or my mom yet, and I know that'll be the real kicker, but I want all of those that read my blog to know that I am going to miss you. I also want you to know that while I am very emotional, I am also very ready for the adventure that God is leading me on. I have prayed and prayed and prayed, and I know I am not going to Biola blindly. God is leading me there.

With that, I will finish this blog, and thank the few of you who read it. God is doing amazing things in my life, and if you'd like to continue hearing about it, I'll continue to post about it. Back to purging my room!!!



-Savannah



"Take my life and let it be all for You and for Your glory. Take my life and let it be Yours."

Money, money, aaand more money

College is stressful. There. I said it. Don't get me wrong; I'm extremely excited for this new adventure. At the same time, though, I'm so overwhelmed by how quickly everything is changing. I've been sitting here for about an hour, finishing up the final steps of my enrollment for Biola. I'm supposed to be there. God is leading the way, and I am following Him and trusting Him with every step. I know that the school is expensive, and the books, housing, and meal plan aren't helping out with the expenses, but I also know that I have a different perception of money than God does. To me, my tuition seems like too much. But to God, $40,000 could be nothing. I am fully confident that God led me to Biola, and I am fully confident that He will continue to provide the financial means necessary for me to attend this school. Yes, I have my moments of doubt, but that does not mean that I believe I made the wrong choice in going to Biola. God is my provider. Between the scholarships I've received and the people God has placed in my life within the past year, it is so clear to me that God has been and will continue to be my provider.

I'm not entirely sure why I felt the need to write this down. Maybe I'm just trying to reassure myself. With that being said, I need to go finish my enrollment and order my books. Half.com, here I come!


-Savannah

P.S. My church is in the middle of our VBS week, and the main verse says that with God, all things are possible. We're singing every morning about trusting in God, no matter how we feel. I don't believe in coincidences, and I fully believe that God is using this VBS to further increase my reliance on Him and Him alone. Here's a lyric that seems to perfectly describe my life right now.

"I know, know, know, no matter how I feel, I've gotta trust in You. I will trust in You right now, no matter how I feel right now."

My Prayer in the Fire

I've had an eventful couple of weeks, and while they've been a struggle for me, they've also shown me how many people truly love and care about me. With that being said, I decided I should update my blog, in case anyone wants to know how I am doing. (I won't be offended if you stop reading right now)

Last Thursday night, I had 4 seizures at dance and rehearsal, and by about the middle of us learning the finale for Wizard of Oz, I felt extremely sick. I hurried off to the bathroom, thinking I was about to throw up. Of course this has always been a telltale sign of a seizure coming on, but I didn't think about it, and went into the stall and collapsed. Fortunately my friend Emily realized I had walked off stage, followed me, and was able to get me to a more comfortable spot in the girls' dressing room where I could lay down. My head was pounding, I was seeing double everything out of my left eye, and everything was blurred out of my right eye, and I had completely lost feeling in my limbs. We called back one of the moms who was a nurse, and after some basic checks, she suggested Mrs. Tierney take me to the emergency room. I won't go into all the details of the cute doctors and paramedics, or the difficulties of doing a urine sample with a leotard and tights on, and an IV in one arm, but I will tell you that it was an exhausting night. The doctor eventually told me to up the dosage of Keppra I was taking a day, and to relax and not over exert myself the next few days.

So that's what I've been doing since then. I'm taking a lot of milligrams of this drug each day, especially considering how tiny I am, but because the seizures are getting worse, the only thing to do is give me more medicine. I'm experiencing all the side effects of the drug extremely, especially the dizziness and drowsiness parts of it, and I'm not even up to my full dosage yet. I'm exhausted all the time, and since I just took my medicine about 10 minutes ago, I should probably finish this blog since I'll be knocked out within the next 5 minutes.

Needless to say, prayers would be appreciated right now. Between increased seizures and increased meds, and dance class and play rehearsal, I've barely had a chance to sit down and breath. I'm exhausted physically and emotionally pretty much all the time, but my faith is remaining constant, even with all the trials I'm going through. With that, I'm going to be cheesy and end this blog with a verse from one of my favorite worship songs:

"This is my prayer in the fire
In weakness or trial or pain
There is a faith proved
Of more worth than gold
So refine me Lord through the flames"


While I would love to be entirely healed from any epilepsy in my body, I know that healing may not be in God's plan for my life. I also know that I worship a God who brings greater things through our sufferings than I could ever imagine. I worship a God who holds me through the seizures and the hospital visits and the many doctors' appointments. I worship a God who is constant, when my health and everything around me is always changing.




-Savannah

San Francisco

“Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.”
-Sylvia Plath


I've been contemplating starting a new blog for a long time. My life is going through so many changes right now, and God is moving in so many ways in my life. I've always been a big fan of journaling, but sometimes I want the feedback of others on what is going on in my life. Sometimes I want to share what God is doing through me. So here I am, a new blog and a new person. Hopefully I'll keep up with this blog, and through this, my friends can keep up with me.

The quote posted above perfectly describes what has prevented me from writing about my missions trip to San Francisco. I journaled every day I was up there, with details about what I did each day, who I spoke to, what I was feeling, and what I was thinking. Some years I post all the journal entries from the week, but this year I feel as if my words simply did not capture the true feelings and experiences from San Francisco. I'm going to try to write a short post about it here, and hopefully I'll be able to write it just the way I want to.





This was my fourth year going to San Francisco, and truthfully, I was more nervous about going than I had been any other year. My favorite leader was gone, and my faith felt dried out. I knew that the ministry opportunities up there would still be just as amazing, regardless of how things had changed, but I was still uncertain. I kept praying and praying that God would use me, and then I would finish an outreach activity feeling disappointed and let down. It was like I was praying that God would use me and work through me, and then the second He tried to, I put up my walls. I was so closed off to the idea of anything new, that God couldn't use me. My walls were built so high and my heart was so hardened. I kept praying though, and God did what He had to in order to bring my walls crashing down. It wasn't easy; in fact it was a very painful process as God chipped away the bad pieces in order to make room for good, however it was so necessary. God did use me that week. I am entirely convinced of that. I don't believe my prayers went unanswered. I believe that God often works through us in ways we don't see or understand. Sometimes God plants a seed through us, and at some point in the future, someone else will see the full plant grow because of the seed we planted. I think this year, San Francisco was about seeds being planted. Not only did God plant seeds through us, but He planted them in us. He really broke me down up there, and now I can shine for Him. Of course I'm still making mistakes, and of course satan is quickly trying to undo all that God has done in me, but my life was changed up there. As the worship song goes, no power of hell and no scheme of man can ever pluck me from God's hand.
I'm grateful for the experience I had this year. It was different, and it was painful, but it was life changing in ways that the other summers up there haven't been. It's amazing how God will use you if you offer your life to Him.


-Savannah Laurel



p.s. How did I do?