Einstein has a famous quote: “God does not play dice.”
Judy Blume has a famous book: “Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret.”
My not-so-famous summarization of yesterday: “God, Are You Freaking There? It’s Me, Your Dice. Stop freaking playing with my life.”
Yeah. I was pissed off and stupefied yesterday. At God. At life. At all my stupid plans, because what the heck? They all crumbled before my very eyes, so what’s the point of planning in the first place? All my meticulous and perfect planning…Gone. Poof. God totally took it and shredded it apart and used it as toilet paper. It was a totally FML and FTW moment.
You see, I made plans, as I always do. I planned to go study abroad next spring semester to Sydney (where the fabulous Lorraine resides) and take journalism credits. Then in the fall, I planned to go study abroad in Beijing to fulfill my Chinese minor requirements.
And then, those plans started to dismantle.
First, my application to on-campus got canceled because of some girls who “don’t do religion” but do drugs and boys. You can read all about the hullaboo here. After that, I looked all around for off-campus housing, but there was no place that would accept a semester’s lease, which meant I can’t study abroad. So I prayed about it. And I decided to accept the only door that God left open for me, which was to apply to the Sister’s House, a Christian community living arrangement of about 20 girls.
I was satisfied. The Sister’s House wasn’t my first choice, but I had listened to God, and I had submitted, without (too) much fuss. I was so proud of myself.
And then God throws a curveball at me.
The Sister’s House interviewed me, and about a month later, they finally let me know the results yesterday: after much consideration, they decided the Sister’s House was “not the ideal place for me, because they could not provide the privacy” that I needed. Apparently, honesty is not the best policy after all, because I pretty much admitted to them that I’m a private person and that I wasn’t too thrilled about applying to the Sister’s House at first (But I did mention that I was willing to learn! Guess they forgot that).
I was kind of stunned. I guess I kind of thought my housing problems were over. I thought by surrendering myself to God, I was a shoo-in to the Sister’s House.
Thus, I was pissed. When I got the rejection email, I immediately turned to God in fury: What the eff? God, you closed all these doors, and you open ONE door to the Sister’s House, and then you close that, too? I even blogged about it! What am I, your toy? Stop playing with my life!
And then I called my parents. My mom received the call, because my dad was in Chicago. I told her nobody wanted me, and then I started to cry.
But somehow, my mom wasn’t even concerned. Her voice was bright and cheerful. As she prayed for me, my tears ceased. I felt my load lightening, and my spiritual eyes brightened. Calmly, I sat down and thought back to everything that went awry:
- My on-campus housing application got canceled.
- My housing application to the Sister’s House got rejected.
- What’s more, a while ago I found out that I couldn’t even go study abroad like I planned because of the way my journalism curriculum is set up.
- The study abroad program to Sydney does not accept journalism credits.
- The study abroad plans to Beijing might never happen, either.
- I might need to take an extra semester of school.
- My art professor is urging me to take more art classes, and I’m suddenly interested in pursuing an art minor, too…except, what about my Chinese minor?
Nothing is going according to the way I planned. And in this chaos, I found out God’s purpose. It was…to trust and obey Him. Not in my own intellect, and my grandiose and detailed plans, but Him. Because…God knows. That this is the hardest thing for me— to give up my plans and to follow His.
Did I really surrender myself to God the last time when I applied to the Sister’s House? Yes, I did. But I became comfortable with that plan, too.
So God allows that plan to mess up as well, asking me, But can you surrender again? And again, and again?
Yes, I will, Lord.
Therefore, I have a new summarization for today: God will provide. As He always has, and as He always will.
What’s gonna happen next? For a moment yesterday, fear gripped me that I might become homeless and become one of those crazy ladies in the streets, mumbling to myself and asking people for a tuna sandwich. And that I might not be able to continue school. Well, even if that happens, I’ll leave it to God.
But. I don’t think He will do that to me. I know, that even though He closed many doors to me, He will open yet another. And He’ll let me find it. Therefore, I am completely at peace with my situation now. You see, I’m not a dice, I’m a child of God; He’s not playing with my life, He’s shaping it.
Besides, there is a reason why I love my school so much. God put that love for my school in me, and He doesn’t ignite such a thing within me only to extinguish it out. Despite the fact that I cannot wait for summer to begin, I really do adore my school. For starters, how many schools do you know have a bunch of trucks parking by it every single day to cater hot and cheap food to students?
Look at that. Three food trucks, one right after the other, all desperate to feed us. We are so freaking lucky, yes we are.
I’ve already did a review on Bull Kogi, but since then I’ve tried more. Behold, the Slice Truck:
Honestly, I would not have ordered from this truck if not for my food truck round-up article for the Daily Trojan. I mean, a pizza truck? How boring, compared to all the other cool and innovative food truck concepts out there.
Even the menu was boring: Cheese, Pepperoni, Veggie, Hot Garlic.
But the concept Slice Truck has seems to be simplicity itself. Just plain good pizza, without complex toppings to overwhelm the simple goodness of a crust, sauce, and cheese pie. Still, I will never order a plain ol’ cheese pizza unless I was starving, so I went with the most interesting option, the Hot Garlic:
That hand with the purple nails belong to Mimi (mine is at the bottom). If you see painted nails, you can be sure those are not mine, because I don’t own a single nail polish. She was my food truck companion, and we ate this for a snack.
Yes, a mid-afternoon snack. Who says you can’t eat pizza for a snack? I can’t understand people who eat a single slice of pizza for a meal. Are you crazy? That’s a snack. Not a meal.
Anyway, this was pretty good! Even though it was simple, there was enough roasted garlic in there to make the flavors really intense and bold. And, I loved the sprinkle of fresh herbs over, and the extra addition of fresh Parmesan cheese for a tangy bite. The crust was nice and crispy, and the sauce was fresh. Overall, a thumb up. Especially because it’s about 65% bigger than the average large pizza slice! Check out my yelp review.
Oh, and did you celebrate Sweet Treat Wednesday yesterday? To tell you the truth, I’ve been having a Sweet Treat Week, because of those blasted dirt-cheap Easter candies. 25 cents for a 10oz packet of chocolate eggs? Yes, please! I bought about 15 packets, and I’m kind of regretting it now.
See? Almost all gone already. I ate so much candy that my tongue is swollen and I’m pretty sure I have cavities now.
But how could I resist? These Easter candies are SO cute. Check this out:
A chick! How can you say no to a chick with “M”-shaped eyes that smiles at you!
Or a bunny! Winking at you! With whiskers!
Or a little lamb! With droopy ears and fluffy tuft of hair!
Sigh. Adorable food have a way to my heart. Well, stomach. Same thing.
Hope you all have a happy day today! If I can have a happy day despite being a potential hobo, so can you.
Question of the day: Ever had a day when ALL your plans go out of whack? What is the most adorable thing you ate?