something. Her last e-mail makes me think she's approaching a real spiritual crossroads in her life just now, and I'd like to be as available to her as possible.
I've tried to keep a lid on my enthusiasm around here since Liz seems glummer than usual tonight. I have a feeling things aren't going too smoothly with Jordan right now. Maybe that's why she ate all my goodies this week–stress eating. Anyway, I overheard her talking to him on the phone earlier. (It's hard not to eavesdrop when you share a room.) But she was complaining that they haven't found a place to live yet, and then she questioned him about how serious he actually was about the whole moving-in-together thing. Then she got really mad, cussed at him, and threw the phone across the room. I'm glad we each have our own phones.
The whole time this was going down, I kept my head in my computer, pretending to furiously concentrate on a paper I'd already written that only needed a final proofing. I really wished there was something I could say to her but sensed my input (right now) would only make things worse. And even though I feel bad for her, I must admit that hearing her rant and rave like that makes my stomach twist and hurt. I had to take some deep breaths and force myself to relax. Then I really prayed for Liz (silently, of course). And I pretended not to notice when she crawled into bed with her clothes still on and switched off her light. I tried to hurry up and finish myproofing, then brought my books and journal to the lobby to finish up studying. I didn't really want to go to bed myself since it was only a little past eight.
And I'm glad I came down to the lobby because it gave me a chance to get better acquainted with one of the Christian girls who lives in my dorm. Her name is Kim Murray, and she goes to the fellowship group. Interestingly enough, she was studying downstairs herself because she and her roommate weren't getting along too well either.
“But I thought your roommate was a Christian,” I said after she'd told me a little about their argument.
Kim frowned. “Lindsey may be a Christian, but she still has a problem with her temper sometimes.”
I laughed. “Well, I guess we're all just human, right?”
“Yeah, and some of us are more human than others.”
I wasn't sure how to respond to that and decided not to go there right now. I closed my biology book and leaned back into the couch. Did I really want to get to know Kim better? To be honest, she can come across as a little stuck-up–the kind of girl who holds her head in a certain way, as if to show she's slightly superior to the rest of us.
Kim closed her laptop and slipped it into what looked like a pretty expensive designer bag. “So, why don't you come to the fellowship group on Tuesdays?”
I told her about my night class, then for some reason I decided to ask her about her major. Maybe I was just bored and not ready to go up to my room.
“Social services,” She smiled.
Now this took me slightly by surprise. “And why's that?”
“I want to be a social worker.”
“What does that mean exactly?” I felt stupid for asking this, because I do know a little about social workers, but I just couldn't imagine the chic Kim doing this sort of work.
“Well, it could actually mean a lot of things, but what I want to do, specifically, is work in international adoption.”
“Really?” I looked at this girl with fresh interest. Perhaps I'd been wrong in my first impression. Maybe she wasn't the spoiled, shallow type of girl that I'd imagined. Of course, that's usually the trouble with first impressions. But you'd think I'd have learned that by now.
She nodded. “Did you know there are thousands of homeless children all over the world just waiting to be adopted into loving homes?”
“Actually, I do know a little about it. I've spent a few weeks during the last two summers working at a mission down in Mexico. The main focus of the mission is to reach out to
I've tried to keep a lid on my enthusiasm around here since Liz seems glummer than usual tonight. I have a feeling things aren't going too smoothly with Jordan right now. Maybe that's why she ate all my goodies this week–stress eating. Anyway, I overheard her talking to him on the phone earlier. (It's hard not to eavesdrop when you share a room.) But she was complaining that they haven't found a place to live yet, and then she questioned him about how serious he actually was about the whole moving-in-together thing. Then she got really mad, cussed at him, and threw the phone across the room. I'm glad we each have our own phones.
The whole time this was going down, I kept my head in my computer, pretending to furiously concentrate on a paper I'd already written that only needed a final proofing. I really wished there was something I could say to her but sensed my input (right now) would only make things worse. And even though I feel bad for her, I must admit that hearing her rant and rave like that makes my stomach twist and hurt. I had to take some deep breaths and force myself to relax. Then I really prayed for Liz (silently, of course). And I pretended not to notice when she crawled into bed with her clothes still on and switched off her light. I tried to hurry up and finish myproofing, then brought my books and journal to the lobby to finish up studying. I didn't really want to go to bed myself since it was only a little past eight.
And I'm glad I came down to the lobby because it gave me a chance to get better acquainted with one of the Christian girls who lives in my dorm. Her name is Kim Murray, and she goes to the fellowship group. Interestingly enough, she was studying downstairs herself because she and her roommate weren't getting along too well either.
“But I thought your roommate was a Christian,” I said after she'd told me a little about their argument.
Kim frowned. “Lindsey may be a Christian, but she still has a problem with her temper sometimes.”
I laughed. “Well, I guess we're all just human, right?”
“Yeah, and some of us are more human than others.”
I wasn't sure how to respond to that and decided not to go there right now. I closed my biology book and leaned back into the couch. Did I really want to get to know Kim better? To be honest, she can come across as a little stuck-up–the kind of girl who holds her head in a certain way, as if to show she's slightly superior to the rest of us.
Kim closed her laptop and slipped it into what looked like a pretty expensive designer bag. “So, why don't you come to the fellowship group on Tuesdays?”
I told her about my night class, then for some reason I decided to ask her about her major. Maybe I was just bored and not ready to go up to my room.
“Social services,” She smiled.
Now this took me slightly by surprise. “And why's that?”
“I want to be a social worker.”
“What does that mean exactly?” I felt stupid for asking this, because I do know a little about social workers, but I just couldn't imagine the chic Kim doing this sort of work.
“Well, it could actually mean a lot of things, but what I want to do, specifically, is work in international adoption.”
“Really?” I looked at this girl with fresh interest. Perhaps I'd been wrong in my first impression. Maybe she wasn't the spoiled, shallow type of girl that I'd imagined. Of course, that's usually the trouble with first impressions. But you'd think I'd have learned that by now.
She nodded. “Did you know there are thousands of homeless children all over the world just waiting to be adopted into loving homes?”
“Actually, I do know a little about it. I've spent a few weeks during the last two summers working at a mission down in Mexico. The main focus of the mission is to reach out to
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