Seriously?

So my sister told me to go to the website (http://www.buttafly.com/starbucks/index.php) and find out what I order at Starbucks says about my personality.

I order a cafe misto. Coffee with hot skim milk.

Personality type: Lame

You're a simple person with modest tastes and a reasonable lifestyle. In other words, you're boring. Going to Starbucks makes you feel sophisticated; you'd like to be snooty and order an espresso but aren't sure if you're ready for that level of excitement. People laugh at you because you use fake curse words like "friggin'" and "oh, crumb!" Everyone who thinks America's Funniest Home Videos is a great show drinks grande cafe misto.

Also drinks: V8
Can also be found: On the couch at home

Seriously?

life is for the living, the forgiven, and for leaving town alive

Hey hey hey.

Life is progressing faster. I thought it was spring break last week. Now it's finals. 1 down, 3 to go.

Big news in the life. I am moving to Washington for about 8 weeks to work in a church out there. Now, you may be wondering, "how many jobs in a church is Sarah going to take?". I will answer - 3. As of now. There is always next summer too!

I can't seem to wrap my mind around the idea. Moving. To Washington. For 2 months.

Road tripping.

The plan as of now is:
*Leave town when I am 20+1 day.
*Drive to Montrose.
*Drive to Idaho.
*Drive to Portland.
*Hang out with Rachel Bain.
*Tri-Cities here I come.

I can't seem to write in anything but simple sentences; perhaps I am just so excited and am trying to express myself as purely as I can. I am tired and in a get to the point mood.

Point is:
I have no idea what God is doing in my life. But I have to believe He's doing something.

Now - here's what I need from you:
1) Book on tape ideas. I already bought Les Miserables since we all know I will NEVER make it through the book unless I listen to it whilst driving. Other ideas? I would say Through Painted Deserts but I already read it. Three Cups of Tea? What else?

2) The best traveling music you know of. I am compiling playlists as we speak. If you want to make me a CD of good songs or artists - I won't object. But your recommendations are gladly welcomed. Already on the list:
-Brett Dennen
-Mindy Smith
-Nickel Creek
-Caedmon's Call
-Patty Griffen
-Elizabethtown soundtrack
-Sarah Harmer

I feel like this is a lame post. Maybe I will delete it and start over.

Hope your Wednesday is fantastic.

echoes and silence, patience and grace

Hello blog world. I have returned.

I am listening to Foo Fighters for the first time ever. I like it. I really do. And by listening I mean I am listening to one song. On repeat. It fits the mood of the day.

Two weeks from yesterday I will be officially done with half of college. I don't really know what to do with that. I thought that summer seemed to fit, but perhaps the weather is throwing me off. Regardless, I can't seem to comprehend four month freedom starting in two weeks.

I wish I knew what I was doing with my summer. I will know if I get the job I applied for by Wednesday. I'm sure I will let you know.

I am 4/5 done with my time in this clinical rotation. In all honesty, I love geriatrics. I don't know if it's my calling in life, but these people are fantastic. I gave my first injection yesterday. Scariest ever but my patient was great about it. Just offered up her arm for sacrificial purposes.

My antsy tendencies are getting to me. I think the best remedy is a road trip. One is in the works. I cannot wait.

Really, it's not that exciting in my world. Apparently there was an earthquake here? Who knew?

today is the first

I made it to and through my first clinical. My only first clinical. I made it on time. I made it through the day without throwing up...though I came close.

I wore white scrubs. A nametag. Used my stethoscope. Read through a confidential chart LEGALLY. Made mistakes. Did stuff right. Looked stupid. And I walked in the door at 6:30 and out at 10:40. I thought I would feel good, feel release.

Instead I was thinking "I have to do this for the rest of college." It was not a pleasant thought.

Sarah, maybe you picked the wrong major. Nay I say.

I picked a major that requires you to learn and master skill. Not my strongest suit. Cue Aida. The caring piece comes with time, as skills become second nature. As fear is replaced by confidence. As timidity is replaced by strength.

Last night I was scared...as I was the entire time I was in the hospital. But I found these words in Isaiah 35:

Strengthen the feeble hands, steady the knees that give way; say to those with fearful hearts "Be strong, do not fear; your God will come, he will come to save you."

Maybe taken out of context. Maybe I am making to much of the fear. But today when I felt tired, worried, nervous, anxious, I prayed for God to strengthen my feeble hands and steady my knees. Then I picked up the breakfast tray and introduced myself.

Sarah Parsons, William Jewell student nurse, ready to faint all over you. Don't trust me with anything sharp...

YET.

And the deserts bloom, He makes all things new.

Over the summer I got to spend a lot of time with a group of eight girls. I lived with them. We all shared a room and two bathrooms. I enjoyed watching three of them make their way around the room not touching the floor. They climbed over beds and dressers and swung themselves on closet doors. One I watched the entire BBC production of Pride and Prejudice with. One I worked with more than any of the others, and we had great laughs in working with middle school girls and each other. One I thought I was too immature to relate with, and we became close friends. One I would ride in a car with and watch in amazement at her energy, outgoing attitude, and rocking hair. And one shared a bunk bed and a bathroom with me, shared stories, shared tears, shared laughs, and I catch glimpses of her weekly.

I was utterly blessed by this group of girls. We fit together in uncanny ways. We broke curfew nearly every night. We hated my alarm. We hated the house alarm. We collectively became comfortable with ourselves and each other. And the favorite night was staff bonding...when we were required to hang out with everyone.

The first night of summer staff I sat blindfolded next to one of the other girls. She was the one I knew the best going in, and the one I expected to feel the most inferior to. We started talking about books as we were transported to our secret location. She talked about Redeeming Love and Hosea. I proceeded to read Hosea a lot over the summer. You see, this girl, she is quite incredible. Beautiful, easy to talk to, hilarious, and a humble heart. I read Hosea because she said I should. A portion that has hit me square between the eyes...

Hosea married a prostitute and dealt with her infidelity and wayward eyes on a regular basis. It was God's metaphor for his relationship with Israel. His people who looked to other gods and means for satisfaction. They thought they could do it on their own, so they turned away from God. He proceeded to ruin their success. He punished them...but not forever. Hosea allowed his wife to return again and again a ruined woman, yet he always redeemed her with the unwavering love and acceptance. God did the same with Israel.

14 "Therefore I am now going to allure her;
I will lead her into the desert
and speak tenderly to her.

15 There I will give her back her vineyards,
and will make the Valley of Achor a door of hope.
There she will sing as in the days of her youth,
as in the day she came up out of Egypt.

16 "In that day," declares the LORD,
"you will call me 'my husband';
you will no longer call me 'my master.'

17 I will remove the names of the Baals from her lips;
no longer will their names be invoked.

18 In that day I will make a covenant for them
with the beasts of the field and the birds of the air
and the creatures that move along the ground.
Bow and sword and battle
I will abolish from the land,
so that all may lie down in safety.

19 I will betroth you to me forever;
I will betroth you in righteousness and justice,
in love and compassion.

20 I will betroth you in faithfulness,
and you will acknowledge the LORD.

Hosea renders you ruined. Embarrassed and ashamed, yet simultaneously hopeful and overwhelmed with love. I am a broken person, a prostitute to the world. I have turned away, letting myself be caught up in the culture of money and lust and selfishness and materialism. I care about things and how I appear to others above people and loving God and others. And God has been silent because I have not listened.

On Friday I am going to Utah...to the desert. And as I prepare, I can't help but think that God is alluring me and leading me to the desert. Both spiritually and physically, I have entered and am entering a place with little means of survival. I am counting on God to provide me with the sustenance I need to make it. I am asking that He grant forgiveness for my turning away. That He bring me to the door of hope. That He love me. That He betroth me in righteousness and justice, in love and compassion, in faithfulness.

God's mercies are new every morning. I pray that my broken heart will soften to the joy that comes in the love of One who is bigger than me.

Rad

This goes out to Becca, who introduced me to the beauty of RAD. If you have never seen it - you must. Here's one reason why...

It's my favorite time of the semester. The time that I always look forward to at the close of one and the beginning of another. The time that gets me excited about moving forward in education, while simultaneously creating anxiety over book costs and amount of work.

Registration. For classes. For September. Glorious.

This is what it is:
Adult Health - 8 hours
Pathophysiology (unless taken in the summer) - 3 hours
School and Society (Power and Justice CTI - the only one that fits in my schedule) - 4 hours

The least amount of credit hours I will have taken thus far in school. Interesting. Maybe I will take another CTI.