The Last First Day

I have had two thoughts going through my head today as I had my last first day of undergraduate school.
1) Wooohoooo the day has finally come! Thank you, God!
2) Oh no. The day has finally come....how did this happen?! I'm not ready?! Can we stop time?!

The truth is I'm happy to be finishing up my time here and seeing God's next plan. But I'm sad because I only have four more months of living with these amazing people. Can I take them with me? I'm already getting sentimental and wishing that it would go slowly but I know it won't. I know May 19th will be here (Lord willing) sooner than I wish. I'll be crying and saying goodbye to a life I have been blessed to have since August 2009.

I find comfort in the thought that college was really scary for me. Just the thought made me cringe. It is a miracle from God that I got into a school because when I get stressed, I freeze. That really helps in the application process. I couldn't really tell anyone how I ended up at this institution but I am so thankful I did. And I'm thankful that my friends did too. This experience has shaped so much of me and I know that the next one will be very different but part of life. I don't know if my body can stand staying up all night anymore... it is probably looking forward to graduation.

But I'm sad. And worried. And happy. And everything. woah, welcome to Senior Spring Semester!

So, happy last first day. I trust and pray that God will bless the next four months and really allow me to give Him the glory and bless those around me. I am, after all, here for Him. This semester is Yours, God! Use me!

Boy Bands

I'll be the first person to admit my love for boy bands. The beautiful harmonies, cheesy messages and feel good rhythm have had me dancing like an idiot and yelling at the top of my lungs many times. Granted, I don't fall in love with every boy band and singer with cheesy lyrics. I am careful what I put into my head because I have learned that it dictates what I think about and how I act. Once a band has passed my tests I throw off the bowlines and let my love show. That is one of the many reasons my two-year-old friend in Michigan and I bonded; we loved One Direction and enjoyed the hours singing and dancing to their songs.

But I am disappointed. If I could, I would send a letter to a few favorite bands of mine. Since I do not have their personal addresses (working on it), this will do.

First Letter:

Dear Owl City (aka Adam Young):

What are you doing!? Why in the world are you touring with Maroon 5? One minute you're spouting heart felt prayers of following God and the next you're going on the road with a musician that doesn't seem to share the same morals.

I may seem judgy right now. I try not to judge cause there is only one Judge and He is perfect. But I can examine the fruits and point out that things are starting to change. I love Adam Young. His blog has always been an encouragement and he completely stole my heart when I met him. Maybe that is why I'm so hurt. Adam provided virtual evidence of Christian men completely giving their hearts and souls to Christ. I know they exist (I'm blessed with such people in my life) but it is nice to have a reminder.

So. Adam. Friend. Brother in Christ. Stop what you're doing and tour with Royal Tailor or TobyMac or Michael W. Smith (haha, what a combination!). You're breaking the hearts of many a Christian girl. Stay sweet! Stay faithful!

Yours in Christ,
Krissy

Second Letter:

Dear One Direction:

I loved every song on your last album. You filled the airwaves with messages of beauty and worth. I freely admitted my small addiction with this British boy band, knowing that no one could fault me. But what happened in this last album!?!?! "Let's get some and live while we are young".....WHAT?! First you tell the girl that she is beautiful, even though she doesn't think she is, and then you tell her you want to go all the way with her. Do you not realize that the majority of your listeners (save myself) are in their early teens and extremely impressionable? What are the messages you are telling these young girls?

I'm disappointed. Come on, boys. We loved you before, you didn't need to change.

I know I sound like I'm eighty years old but I'm serious. I'm in my early twenties so my teen years occurred not that long ago. I remember. And my heart breaks because now the messages I hear when I turn on the radio are about sex, sex and more sex. What about the relationship aspect? respecting each other? waiting? becoming friends?

Think about it. Hard.

This girl won't be buying your new CD, unfortunately.

Krissy