isn't it funny what kinds of things change your perspective? it took a flooded room to change mine.
the story: last friday night, at about 1.30am, a pipe burst in the attic of my dorm. it flooded 3rd west and center and hit a bunch of rooms on 2nd west. my lucky room was one of the flooded ones. at first, i was kind of shocked. then annoyed. then... homeless. ha. now, four days later, it's still frustrating (don't know what's up with insurance and whatnot... my laptop, carpet, and potentially a bunch of other things are ruined...) but lately, i've come to realize that it's all just stuff. (and hopefully, it can all be replaced.) it sucks, but it's life. and it gave me a chance to see true community and servanthood in the wee hours of saturday morning. girls on the east side opened up their rooms to us... guys came over at 2... 3... 4am to help us clean and rip up carpet. all graciously, without complaining. it gave me another reason to be thankful i'm at taylor.
i'm still "homeless" (our rooms were deemed "unliveable" since they put in this huge inflated contraption that shoots SUPER dry into our rooms.. to pull out the water in the walls and ceiling)... and i guess i just feel really "unsettled" (my stuff is spread throughout 3 or 4 rooms)... but i'm ok. and alive. and so are the rest of the girls. so life is good, right? oh! and it's my birthday. i'm totally 21. :)