Bathroom Talk

Recently, I have experienced some
interesting conversations in a setting of toilet paper, mirrors, and sinks.

First, I found myself washing my hands in my school's newly renovated lobby bathroom. I was applying C.O. Bigelow lip gloss when an old friend came in. We have not talked in months because of previous conflicts and we have always seen each other in a large group setting since. But (no pun intended), we were surrounded only by metal stalls and cheap paper towels and in this odd setting, we reconciled. Before I pulled the large bathroom door open, she said "That lip gloss looks great on you, by the way." It tasted as sweet as the friendship did. Yet the after taste of the reconciled friendship lasted longer. (I have considered contacting C.O. Bigelow suggesting the taste last longer..tehe)

Second, Ben and I ate at an Italian restaurant named Cucci's on our way back from skiing. Having played Hangman while waiting and eaten too much of the most delicious hawaiian pizza of my life, I juggled take out boxes while Ben went to the bathroom. Five minutes later, he came out grinning. Apparently, he was attempting to volumize his hat hair when another man came in and asked, "You got a hot date?" Caught off guard, Ben said "uhh kinda." The man said in an insightful lisp "Well you look great." I think Ben was more scared than flattered. yet we laughed the whole way home about it.

Third, I was in my church's bathroom, decorated with fake flowers, framed inspirational quotes, and crosses hung on the walls. My wet hair was being difficult while I was trying to rebraid it. Enter Mrs. McKinney, a sweet woman I taught vacation bible school with years ago. She inquired about college and what I was planning on studying. Then she said,"I would encourage you to pursue teaching. Your passion for those kids was so natural and we need teachers like you who care." I thanked her humbly then left feeling affirmed and smiling.

I wonder what other conversations are heard by bathroom stalls and soap dispensers.

I suppose it depends on the dream......

A Dream Deferred

By Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

"He is Good...So Good"

Today, I heard Carrie Underwood's new song "Mama's song." She continually says "He[god] is good. So Good." And he truly is. Many of my blogs are about the tragedies in life- people hurting, betraying each other, and being inconsiderate. Yet, as Valentine's day approaches, it is evident that God has taken care of us by teaching us to love.

I encourage you to read the common 1 corinthians 13 passage with different people in mind. Think of specific friends and specific enemies. Think even of specific acquaintances.

I make myself the example. When reading it with a fellow art student in mind, I realized I am often selfish; talking only about my project and rarely asking about her. When thinking about my fellow anatomy students, I am not always kind. When considering a girl in my english class, with whom I often disagree, I am often rude.

Though I probably won't be getting chocolates or roses from a love interest, I am going to have a fabulous valentine's day because I will love the same way God has loved me. Loved all of us. He is Good. So Good.


Happy Valentine's day!