I'll never catch up

I sit here writing this post when really, I should be getting some beauty sleep (both for my voice, as well as my body...I was singing so badly this evening that my brother told me to go to bed because I sounded exhausted [although I know he meant that I sounded bad]. :/ ) I have the Minnesota State Fair Talent competition Lord-willing tomorrow morning. I had a competition last weekend at the Washington County Fair. I made it to finals, and was very thankful. But the state fair? It's different. More people, better people, prettier people, taller people, thinner people, and the list goes ON and ON. Then I logged onto facebook (yes, I still have a terrible facebook addiction, although over the past week, i've decided that I'll try to start posting a status ONLY once every other day unless I have earth-shattering news going on...). I saw a piano major from my class (class of '13, woot!) at Wesminster Choir college had posted a video of some insane piano piece, saying the piece was what he's supposed to learn for next semester *Gulp* The worry set in. The idea that MAYBE, I should switch majors to be a vocal major, or maybe musical theatre? Perhaps I should only focus on Arts Administration and just ditch music altogether since it doesn't seem to be going anywhere. And then I realized, my perspective is all wrong. It sort of reminds me with my constant desire to be thinner. And packing on 7 pounds during my first year at college CERTAINLY didn't help. But why do I feel this way? It's not that I'm fat. Or that I'm a terrible pianist. Or that I'm a terrible vocalist. It's that I'm CONSTANTLY comparing myself to other people. CONSTANTLY. If I see an actress who seems to have THE perfect body, I might go a bit cray cray and search her BMI, and suppose that maybe if I had that BMI, I could have the same figure. And go on some fanatic diet where I'll lose a few pounds in a few days, and then gain it back (but I never take the time to think that maybe the actress has a different genetic make-up than me, and thus my body shape will NEVER change, regardless of how many pounds I lose). If I see a pianist is working on a piece more difficult than mine, I might go insane and try to learn a piece that is a few YEARS ahead of my level. And cry over the piece. And hurt my hands because they're too small for the piece. But my problem is comparison. It's hard for me to think, what if God made me different? What if I'm not supposed to be a girl with a slender 19.0 BMI? What if I'm not made to play pieces that were meant for people who have hands twice as big as mine? Who's to say that thin is best? Who's to say that fast, loud, furious, and reaches of 13ths are best? What if there is no best? And that's what I love about art. I'm SO thankful that the Lord has given art to mankind. It's a way to express ourselves when we can't put our thoughts into words. He made each and every one of us differently. Some of us are DaVinci's who paint masterpieces, or who play thunderous piano wonders. Some of us are postmodern artists who show the simple and the quiet and the beautiful intricacies of life that otherwise go unnoticed, or who play the quiet Mozart "tinkle tinkle" music a thousand times better than Rachmaninoff. But that's okay. Because God has a place for each and every one of us. And He chooses to use us in ways that we don't always understand. It doesn't always make life easy. But it does always leave me curious, because I wonder what He's up to next. I know that His plans for me are perfect and far better than I can imagine, yet in my sinful stubborn flesh, I try to figure things out my own way, oftentimes by comparing myself to others and trying to "outdo" them because I don't totally trust that the Lord can bring about what's best for my life. And it's tragic. And it leaves me in the muck of despair, stress, and worry (which is part of the reason I have an acne-ridden face, and why I need beauty sleep....but more importantly, why I need prayer). Ah, if only the Lord would grant me true faith like a child. It's so easy to talk about, yet so hard to do. And it's funny, tomorrow I'm singing the Lord's prayer in combination with The Valley Song by Jars of Clay. It's ironic that the lyrics in the Lord's Prayer speak SO much about faith like a child. I guess I need to hear more of the message of the song rather than worrying about trying to get vibrato on the high b-flat.


Later,
Rachel

Busy busy busy

Sorry I haven't updated this blog in such a long time. I can't believe it's already been almost 2 and a half months! I finished my freshman year at Stressminster (Oops, I mean, Westminster) Choir College! It was quite a stretch, but thank the Lord, I made it through. I did get the internship at the St. Paul Chamber Orchestra, so that has kept me more than a little busy this summer. I've been interning from 9-4 Monday through Thursday. I'm also accompanying church services on Thursday evenings, and working for my parents at their gym on Fridays and Saturdays, between 4 and 7 hours every day. It's been quite a stretch, but I'm thankful to be staying busy. I wouldn't have it any other way. In fact, I was debating coming home this summer in fear that I would just sit around. Anyway, lately I've been dwelling a bit on the Lord's providence. Like, how things come about that I would've never imagined. Like, 7 years ago, I never would've imagined that I would be a piano major in college. I wanted to be an artist; like a painter, or interior designer, etc. And then a gymnast. But the Lord allowed things to slowly cave in on me until all I had left were Himself and music. I would've never imagined myself at Westminster either. If it were up to me, I'd have gone to Juilliard (okay, this is tossing out the fact that Juilliard has a 9% acceptance rate, and that it is insanely difficult to get into). Yet, that wasn't the Lord's plan. No, His plan was for me to go to some random music school that I've never heard of that just so happens to be a better school than Juilliard as far as vocalists are concerned (the newsflash just so happens to come from my best friend who was a student at Juilliard pre-collegiate). And in the midst of all of these opera-wanna-be's, and in the midst of having extremely close friends, the Lord has allowed me to discover that I have a voice that I can use to honor Him with. Sure, it's not perfect. But it's been improving almost on a weekly basis ever since I started taking mock "voice lessons" from my best friend who just so happens to be one of the (it's been debated as to whether or not he is THE) best vocalist on campus. And even that; I thought about transferring colleges, due to lack of friends yes, but mainly due to difficulties with professors and my piano teacher. The Lord has even worked most of those issues out, and so yes, I do plan on going back to attend next year. I've had some incredible experiences; the good, and the bad. The awkward, and the familiar. But despite the difficulties, hindsight, I can see the Lord's hand in it all. And I think about how last year, at this time, I was looking forward to going to Westminster, but still slightly scarred on the fact that I'd gotten rejected from Oberlin, Colburn AND Swarthmore. And a bit sad that I only had two colleges to choose from. But just like I feel about this summer, I couldn't have asked for any different.

Anyway, on a different note- the internship! It's been going really well. I mean, at first I was nervous. And shy (and okay, I STILL am a bit, but I'm a natural introvert, and I'm pretty sure I always will be). But the staff there have been SO inviting. I imagined the typical story of the "intern" who dumps trash bins and gets coffee. But no. I've been treated as if I'm another staff member. It's been insanely amazing. And yesterday, I even got a basket full of chocolates put at my desk by someone! And I'm curious as to who put them there....but it really has been a great summer so far. I'm already looking forward to being back at school though! My friends have really become like my family, and I miss my closest friends a TON. But it has been good to reconnect with my family in the scattered moments that we get to spend together.

Anyway, time to prepare for another 5:00 a.m. morning!

Later,
Rachel

The World....

"Taking, as He did, this sinful world,as it is, not as I would have it...."
Sometimes those words echo in my mind. Times like tonight. Times when I get fed up with the huge amount of sin weighing in on me. I was in the middle of watching a movie with some friends when we started discussing all of the sin-issues on campus. Of course, none of my friends will label them as sin issues. Just "differences" or "abnormalities". But at points, I get fed up, and I have to leave the social circle to read the Bible, or to pray, or simply to reflect on what the Lord's purpose for me here on earth is. So why am I so agitated? And what sin topics arose? Things like who's bisexual or homosexual. The different drugs and pills people are using. The different drinks people are drinking. The lady who killed her husband out of self-defense, yet works here. I stepped away from the conversation for a couple of minutes after having all of this unloaded on me. And don't get me wrong; I do somewhat like to hear about what's going on on campus so I know who are the okay people; the people I can chat with, or study with, or hang out with. I also like to know who the "bad" people are; the people who drink, do drugs, smoke, are known to be extremely immoral, etc. Here, I don't have a choice to be choosy about having Christian friends, unfortunately. It's a matter of picking the people who aren't involved in as much sin, or the people who have respect for their parents and for their elders, or the people who work hard, etc. And again, don't get me wrong. I've been blessed to have a great group of friends to chill out with. It just gets tough sometimes. And sometimes, I do get that longing for heaven; for a place of no more sin. A place of fellowship.

Another thing that really irks me is how there is SUCH an emphasis on success here. So again, tonight, we were talking, and this one "wonder-guy" came up in conversation. Basically, he does it all. He's an amazing pianist, amazing vocalist, senior class president, from a rich family, he himself makes a lot of money (so much that he has money left over after paying his tuition every year), all while maintaining a solid 4.0 GPA. And all of those are great things. It's not like I'm jealous at all. I'm happy for people who have it so great. Very happy. But only if they are truly happy; only if their source of joy comes from the Lord and not something as shallow as the money or the fame. And after about two months of stifling my mouth every time I heard this guy's name mentioned and all of his "wonderfulness", I spoke up tonight unable to bear anymore. I was like, "You know, that's all great and stuff, but honestly, I wouldn't trade the life I have for his. At least I'm happy. And I'd much rather be happy than have all of that. " Immediately, my friends wanted to argue that he's happy too. I argued, "No, he's not. You look at him when he passes. He always looks sad. Or simply emotionless. Or stressed. But he never smiles. He's never happy. And he doesn't have a personality. And [I couldn't help but add] he's really not attractive at all." Naturally, my whole group of friends rose up to defend him once more with the excuse, "Well, he's that way because he's so stressed about keeping up with everything." So I added, "Exactly. And I'd much rather be happy than have to be stressed in order to have all of that. And there's so much more to life than riches and fame and perfect GPA's. There's happiness too." Of course, none of them understood what I was talking about. One of my friends said, "Um, not really." and everyone else but me nodded in agreement. I again said, "Yes, there is." and remained practically silent for the following ten minutes out of sheer aggravation. And frustration. And a little bit out of sadness too. Sad that they can't see anything more to life than that. Sad that to them, the best thing in life will be to make it to the Met, or to be in the New York Philharmonic. Sad that they're missing out on the joys of salvation, grace, happiness, contentment, and love that can only come from Christ all in exchange for the next dollar, or for the next status "up".

So I left. I left frustrated, and pondering. And immediately, the song "Lose My Soul" by TobyMac jumped in my head. And I tried to remember the verse that song was written after. So I looked it up. Mark 8:36-37 says, "What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, yet forfeit his soul? Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul?" And I realized for the first time in my life that it's a daily battle to remind myself of that verse. Especially during stressful academic times (like those that come around finals week...). It's very difficult to keep focused that the Lord is my light and my salvation; that the Lord has everything I'll ever need stored for me in Him. It's hard to remember that juries and grades don't define me; that is doesn't matter if I earn $8,000 or $800 next year. It's hard to remember that "I don't wanna gain the whole world and lose my soul." So I guess I just wanna write this post to remind anyone who might stumble across it that there is so much more to life than work, or grades, or finals week, or whatever else you may think defines life. It sounds so elementary, but there is. "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will direct your paths." Proverbs 3:5-6 That is all the strength and happiness I will ever need.

Later,
Rachel

So much for resolutions....

So much for my New Years' resolution to write on here at least once a week. Things get busy, and blogging falls last on my list of priorities when I have 19-hour school days. So much has happened since February. One, I've decided to stay at Westminster Choir College. I decided through much prayer, thought, and input from my friends and piano teacher from WI that I should give my current teacher another semester before I make my final decision. I was so sick the first semester that I was incapable of giving my best to my piano teacher. This semester, I was so focused on last semester being terrible that I decided I wanted to transfer. Then I focused on audition repertoire for transferring as well as audition repertoire for competitions. Trying to perfect 15 early advanced to advanced piano pieces all at once was literally impossible for me to do. Hence, I really have been incapable of giving my teacher my all this semester and last semester. I hope and pray that next semester will be better piano-wise. I have also structured my time much better this semester. I'm getting between 4 and 6 hours of sleep a night rather than random all-nighters here and there and averaging 3 hours of sleep a night. However, in the past week, thanks to the overabundance of pollen everywhere (with New Jersey apparently being the worst state in the country for pollen right now), I believe I've developed allergies. So not fun. The past week, I've felt miserable. I've never had to deal with seasonal allergies before. As far as this summer goes, I will be accompanying church services in River Falls again. I will also be taking piano lessons somewhere in the twin cities (I'm waiting for my piano teacher to get back to me with which of her colleagues she'd like me to study with over the summer...she literally has connections around the nation and even a few around the world). I am currently attempting to get an internship at a couple of arts organizations to build my skills and resume over the summer. I guess the more I study Arts Administration, the more I realize I could be quite happy being an arts administrator. That doesn't mean I enjoy it as much as playing or performing piano. But it's something I could see myself doing if all else failed. This upcoming fall, I have a job opportunity that I have to discuss more with my parents. A program coordinator for a middle/high school for kids with disabilities asked me to coordinate a music program for the fall. The pay is incredibly amazing. But far greater than the pay, the experience would be amazing. And the possible impact I could have on some of the kids would be even greater. And although I definitely don't want to be a music teacher for the rest of my life, I think I'd get a lot of joy out of bringing music into kids' lives, most of whom probably feel like they don't have a place to fit. And maybe music can bring the kids together. And greater than that, maybe the Lord can use me to make an impact on their lives. Anyway, I need to get back to writing my 70-page final project for arts admin.
Later,
Rachel

On the nature of guy friends

So as this semester at Westminster restarted, I realized that I wanted to be more focused on practice time and more focused on getting a couple of girl friends to add to my three-musketeer group of me and my two close guy friends. I realized that I didn't wanna go through the drama of last semester. But drama-rama is back. Last night, knowing that we'd probably have a snow day today, me and my group of now six-musketeers (me, my two close guy friends, and three other girls) watched a movie. After the movie, we had girl-talk, which I haven't had in a VERY long time. For the past four years or so, all of my closest friends in whatever social arena I'm in have been guys. So last night, they confronted me on my best guy friend. The same guy who asked me out at the end of last semester, and I told no (I had also e-mailed him a couple of times over break, reinstating that I really wasn't interested in a relationship and I just want to stay friends). They told me that he's legit madly in love with me, and that I really need to talk to him again so that he can get over me. They've told me in the past that he's told them he's concerned that I'm going to end up getting hurt by some guy, and he couldn't stand to see me get hurt because he cares so much for me. They also added that they think he's a great guy and he treats me amazingly, and that if they were me, they wouldn't give up a guy who loves me that much for the world. In my mind, there are two things that are preventing me from going out with him. Maybe three. He's a great guy with a great personality, and even though he sometimes acts like a total jerk (literally, acts..... he 's like a ciabatta roll: very hard on the outside and very sarcastic, but really soft on the inside), he's insanely sweet and he totally treats me like a princess. He's also by far the best vocalist (male or female) in the freshman class, and one of the best on campus (one of my friends' teachers told her that he will have an amazing career as a vocalist), and he has asked me to accompany him twice, although both times, the plans fell through (once because I was in bed sick, and once because he's going to watch a show at the Metropolitan Opera instead of competing in a competition). And it does cross my mind that since he will probably have a spectacular career, I could be a part of that by being his accompanist. But 1.) he's not a believer. I've witnessed to him on several occasions. And he seems responsive to what I'm saying. Of course that's by the Lord's grace, but I think a lot of it is that I really pray to live out what I say I believe. And I don't look down on people who don't. And I don't treat people who don't believe in the Lord any differently; I just share my convictions with them just as openly as I would with any believer. And he sees the hypocrisy in the lives of the people here on campus who call themselves Christians, and we've even discussed some of that stuff. I'm not saying I'm perfect; there are the times that I laugh at stuff I shouldn't or say stuff that's definitely on the border between right or wrong. But I believe the Lord grants grace even with that, and most of the time, I'll even apologize after saying stuff that's "on the border". 2.) I'm really not physically attracted to him at all. It's not that he's really ugly. I mean, if he lost 100 pounds, he'd be fantastic. And I've contemplated helping him lose weight, because I do have the know-how to put a diet program together. But I feel like even if he lost weight, even if he was the hottest guy in the world, I wouldn't want to lose our amazing friendship to a relationship. And I think that's where friendships with guys become complicated. More times than not, when a guy and a girl are really close friends, one of the two ends up falling for the other. And a lot of times, the other person isn't interested. My gal friends told me that he's the type of guy who'd get hurt be being led-on. But what is "led-on"? And furthermore, what is a relationship? Is it just a friendship with physical stuff going on? Or is it when even without a physical relationship, you feel as if there's no one in the world who you could possibly love as much as the person you're with? Is it when you feel as though you can take any hurt or pain that person gives you, and still love them more than any other person on earth? Is it when you don't care whether the person is in a wheelchair, or obese, or purple, or sickly because regardless, you're still going to be there for them and love them? Is it when you picture spending every waking moment with them? Is it when you can get into any argument, face any frustration, and face any trial and still come through together? And for believers, is it when you can discuss something with that person and not just hear the cliché,"I'll pray for you", knowing it will never happen, but you actually get fellowship, and encouragement from the Word of God? If not, then I want to know what a relationship is. And I don't know if I should tell my friend the primary reason I could never date him is because at this point, he's not a believer. It might push him further away from Christianity. He'd view me as another self-righteous Christian snob. And I don't know if it's right for me to confront him at all; to tell him that I'm still not interested and never will be, so he should just give up and fall in love with someone else. And maybe he's right about me. Maybe I'm just really unsure of what I want, but I want to act like I know what I want because there's the pain of uncertainty that comes with not knowing who that special someone is. All I know is that he has a heart, and a soul. And as a friend, I don't want to break his heart by "leading him on" and not re-confronting him. But I also don't want to break his heart by telling him that I'll probably never like him, "like that". I guess deep down inside somewhere, I do like him. But at this point in my life, I don't love him. And when I was little, I decided that I'd never want to date a guy I didn't want to marry. And I wouldn't want to marry a guy I don't love. And so, this is the complication that comes with having a very close guy friend, and I just don't know how to deal with it. *Sigh* I guess this post has nothing to do with anything. Other than the nature of guy friends, and how confused I am about how this society views dating relationships, and how I should view them from a Biblical perspective.
Later,
Rachel

Keep Smiling

So lately, I've had a lot going on in my life. I've been extremely stressed because of family things going on, the stress of being here at Westminster, the stress of not knowing for sure whether or not I should stay here, the stress of having a teacher who doesn't seem totally "for" me, and the stress of trying to prepare for two competitions on my own (which means memorizing two pretty major pieces in like 3 days, and trying to have them perfected in less than 3 weeks). If that doesn't spell stressed out, I don't know what does. But I've been somewhat convicted on the way I've been carrying myself. The conviction sorta stemmed from a situation during lunch on Monday. I prayed before lunch, and one of the girls at the table said,"Are you okay? Are you crying?" I was like, "Yeah, I'm fine, just praying." Then one of my friends (who is always sarcastic, but I've had a few chances to witness to him, and he's been surprisingly receptive) said, "Well if you pray, shouldn't you be smiling? Like, you don't smile anymore. You used to smile all the time. So does praying make you sad?" Even though he was being sarcastic, I was convicted because I realized, the world is watching me. The world is watching my response to trials to see if the God I talk about really exists; to see if He really brings joy, to see if maybe there is some security in having a Savior, to see if He really exists or if Christians are just religious fanatics who believe in nonsensical invisible things. And this morning, I read a devotional that had the verse 2 Corinthians 12:8-9 as the basis for the devotional. It reads, "Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But He said to me,'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.'" For some reason, I don't remember ever seeing that verse before. But that is my comfort; that His grace is sufficient for me. And thus, I don't need to stress. Because if I fear anything or if I'm stressed about things, I'm ultimately being a bad testimony. And on Sunday, I was also moved during church service. We sang "How Firm a Foundation" For some reason, the words and the verses totally popped out at me. It was like, they were sent to me from the Lord; a small reminder that He truly still cares for me, and He hasn't forgotten about me, but that instead, He's using these trials to grow me in Him. And after we finished singing, a baby yelled out, "YAY!" Of course, the congregation chuckled. I did too. But I wanted to cry. Because I felt like it was the voice of God coming out of a baby (I do realize that God doesn't speak through people anymore, so no, I'm not a crazed charismatic or anything; it just FELT like that), saying that He was glad that I was finding joy in Him. Anyway, I guess I really didn't have a point to this post other than to encourage you to keep smiling in the midst of your trials (and I know how hard it is to do), whatever they may be. Because the world really is watching. The world is curious about your faith, and what sets it apart from other faiths/religions. And if you're not happy and content and finding joy in the Lord, why should they have any reason to believe that they will if they come to know Him? "Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus." 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

Later,
Rachel

Unsure

So much for keeping up with blogging weekly. *Sigh* The past couple of weeks have been pretty intense for me. The stress never stops. Anyway, to say the least, I'm seriously considering transferring colleges. I'm not totally positive, but the biggest factor is that I feel like I'm not really connecting with my current teacher, and I'm always stressed here. Like honestly, the Lord has granted me the grace to be able to put up with the sin issues, so that's not the issue. But I really want to be in an environment where I can enjoy music. And here, I honestly can't. I think it's a great college to go to if you're a music ed major. Or if you're a vocal major. But for me, I feel like music is becoming more work than enjoyment, and I've always feared that. I decided to major in music because I love it. Sure, you can "hit the jackpot" and make a lot of money if you have all the right connections. But as of right now, I'm scared that I'll graduate from here and be like the 90% of Juilliard graduates who drop music altogether after graduation because of the intense pressure they had put on them while in college. Or be in a straightjacket. But recently, because of all of the stress, I've started doing some songwriting. And as much as I abhor theory, I'm constantly learning about chord progressions which helps me with the musical side of it. But I've also started learning that to write a song, every other line of the poetry doesn't necessarily have to rhyme. It can be written more like prose, and turn out okay. Anyway, I need to finish writing out one of my application essays. And I feel like I'm having a dejavu of last spring. *sigh* Later,
Rachel