Instead of apologizing about my inconsistencies I will just start writing. But, you know of course that I am sorry for not posting regularly. I am like the ex-boyfriend who still has a good reason for breaking up with you. But dear,dear, we are still together, so there is no reason to worry.
I think this summer has been the most eventful and the most interesting (don't worry, I am gathering more vocabulary words to make my writing a little bit more exciting.)
1. My Fear of Pigeons
2. My Fear of Dogs
I think it's just the excessive barking, no, the deepness of the voice behind the barking. Yes, and the verocious nature of their teeth when they yawn. I had a lunch date with my professor last week and I was hoping with all the hope left in the rains of California that the dog would magically disappear from her home or that we would eat lunch outside. Alas, God had very different plans. The minute I got out of the elevator, Penelope started to bark. So I called my professor, "can you please put her in a cage, I am scared." She laughed and said, "there is no cage, just push the door and come in." At that moment, I could have turned around and just left. Lunch couldn't have been that tasty. So, I took in a deep breath and realized the world was not waiting for me to stop being afraid. "I will hold her but she will have to come and smell you." DEAR LORD!! I just want lunch.So I passed by this dog and went into the kitchen, but I was followed. Fear is funny, it just stares at you in the face and yawns and expects you to either run away or pat it on the head. I sat down, but I had left my whole consciousness outside the door. I was honestly, not totally afraid. I just wasn't confident to run. Does that even make sense?
"Rachel, can you take this to the kitchen, but when you get up, she will follow you." Misss, Professor, can you please not! Control your dog! I don't like dogs. I said all of this of course not to anyone's hearing. The complete story is for another day. But all I can say is that I fed Penelope and I left feeling that I could be left alone with her.
3. SIX FLAGS, SURRENDER FLAG! Roll those coasters off my list!
There's nothing worse than having to ride roller coasters as part of your job. There's nothing better than having to ride roller coaster as part of your job! I worked with BELL this summer and the students were sent on a trip every Friday. The best part of this job was that I could do all these cool things for free and still get paid: bowling, Skating, Movies and SIX FLAGS. All my 10 years in America, I had never been to Six Flags, just because it was never meant to be. But this summer it was meant to be because I really didn't have a choice. So, when we got there, I was so excited as I had to be for the group of students. Super excited because the challenge seemed so easy: get on roller coasters, scream, and pray it all ends soon. When you are further away from something, it seems small, easy, until you get closer to it. I am telling you the Kingda Ka is so scary, and no I didn't get on that so I could write a fabulous story about how I got over my fears. After the Nitro, I was angry at the world of roller coaster inventors for making this up: charge people money so they could be scared out of their mind. If you love this, then you must love what you love. But I am not going back!
You all know how I love swimming. No, I did not go and swim in that(picture on right). I just can't find the pictures of my self in the pool. Tech does these things to you. Well, one Thursday evening in the water, I saw how deep 13ft feet was and decided to swim back to 4ft. But what is my point? That we are able to look at fear in the face but then we simply turn around. Wasn't it the same water though? Weren't there life guards around? Couldn't I swim? I laugh at myself.Well I went there, where my eyes were afraid to go, with the kick board and I didn't die. Even after I had been there once, my heart still fluttered every time I went there.
5. EVANGELIZING
Of Course, the devil is a major device in this fear, but He has not given us the spirit of fear, but of love, power and of a sound mind (2nd Timothy 1:7). Yeah okay, but don't leave me with lions or anything. What bothered me the most about telling people about God was that I didn't think they would believe me. I was scared that people would ask me questions I had no answers to. I was not even good with memorizing scripture. But, I was so happy to have joined my youth group to share the gospel. I hope at least someone received some healing. I just thought of it as having a conversation with someone. The first time was not as eventful as the second. This is where my fear of dogs makes sense. My friend and I were telling a man, "God loves you," when we heard two of his tiny chihuahua's barking, not on leash: why don't these people ever put their dogs on leash. I told my friend, "I'm scared of dogs" and her reply was "Me too." We walked away laughing only to turn back and to see these two tiny dogs were chasing after us. I didn't run but my friend had left me and thrown the pamphlets on the ground. I just stood there telling the dogs to stop and telling the owner to come get them. He just sat there, as if I did not even exist. Dogs must always retreat to their owners.Get over your fear, don't let them get to you.
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