NOTHING about you is as important as being a child of our most high God. absolutely nothing. nothing even comes close.
humility is possibly the most beautiful trait a person could have.
The toilets in annenberg need to stop flushing while I am still using them! It stresses me out like no other!
its weird that the next generation will never know toilets had levers
note to self: must learn to become comfortable with being vulnerable but also learn to keep certain things to myself.
for some reason, when I’m around you, I find myself valuing myself a little bit less. feelings of inadequacy stay wedged inside of me long after we part.
so I try harder next time. maybe if I was more consistent. a better listener. more fun. more available. more accommodating. more understanding.
but it never goes away. and its not your fault. but I get tired and a little worn out. and after, I just sit slumped in my chair consumed with feelings about how I wish I could gain your approval and all the ways I fall short.
but then. suddenly, He comes. In powerful and overwhelming waves. Sophia, what are you doing? you are my beautiful, precious daughter. and I love you. you dont have to do anything to prove yourself. and you dont have to try harder. you can seek after the world’s approval and reject me again and again. but here I am. Here I am. You are my princess. Put your worth in Me. Love Me.
Thank you Abba. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I love You.
“In the wisdom of introspection, you’ll find that what most people say reveal who they are, not who they think others are.”
“It rakes at your guts, to watch your tragedies turn invisible. You know why it’s happening, but admitting it to yourself — that it has to do in some indivisible way with the value of immigrants’ lives — is something you’d rather not confront.”
Today was quite the eventful day at the Library d’ Northwestern! I met Charles Betram’s grandkids (~ages 8 and 13), who came all the way from Wisconsin to look at the only copy of his play (I believe he is a relatively obscure playwright?) As I procured the tiny book through a hike up to 5 North, I asked them a few questions about their grandfather. I could tell they were so incredibly proud of their grandfather because they couldn’t stop grinning the entire time. Cameras were whipped out and proud smiles were documented and it was just an overall cool experience. The play itself was really dusty and didn’t seem to have seen too much sun, so it made me really happy to see how Charles Betram’s accomplishments were being relived and celebrated through his grandkids.
Northwestern being Northwestern, they closed down the main entrance of the main library due to construction (word is on the street that they are replacing all the windows?) I escorted many lost elderly folk out to the deering exit and the short conversations I had with them just supported my belief that old people are so kind and wise.
Also, as I was escorting a lady down to the cages, I was asked where I went to school. When I informed her that I went to Northwestern, she replied with a shocked “you look like a kid!”
Not really sure how to take that.
Just finished checking in a jillion books. One of the books took a chunk of skin off my middle finger, but now it is ointment-ed and bandaged up. I love the feeling of a bandage tightly wrapped around a wound. Also, one of my favorite people at Northwestern who was also my statistics professor fall quarter, Hong Mei, and her super shy son just stopped by. They were both fresh-faced and red from a stroll out on the lake. I may head over there after this shift.
People are cool. Books are cool. I love working at the library.
“Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have.” (1 Peter 3:15)