Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Overflow Your Cup!

You never know when someone is having a rough day. So maybe go the extra mile everyday. Go out of your way for everyone. Exhaust yourself in service to others and you will know what it feels like to have God be your only source of life.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Gus the GoPro & GaGa the... Spazy Subaru

Photo Credit: Gus The GoPro (Logan Carter)


How do you wake Lady GaGa up???? ...Pokerface! Ha!
What's Lady GaGa's favorite meat? ...Raw Raw oooolala...

Today I went rafting with a few friends... it was.... interesting. For lots of different reasons really. I wish I would've been there more of the time, if that makes sense. I drifted off into my own thinking probably about half of the time. It would've been a lot more fun if I would've been there completely. Hmmmm... I'm not quite sure how to describe this adventure. Peaceful, yes. Adventurous, yes. Cold, yes. Hilarious, yes. Stupendous? astounding? terrrriffffic?...yes!

It was Groovy!

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Tonight

"...Tonight! tonight! there's a party on the rooftop on top of the world!"
This night was tonight a year ago. What happened to the time?

Friday, August 26, 2011

My Psalm

If I could write my own Psalm (or combine all the right verses into one chapter) it would go something like this:
1 Let the ocean roar and foam,
and its raging waves
shake the mountains.
2 Your vicious waves
have swept over me
like an angry ocean
or a roaring waterfall.
3 Save me, God!
I am about to drown.
I am sinking deep in the mud,
and my feet are slipping.
I am about to be swept under by a mighty flood.
I am worn out from crying,
and my throat is dry.
I have waited for you
till my eyes are blurred.
4 I am your servant,
but I have wandered away
like a lost sheep.
Please come after me,
because I have not forgotten
your teachings.
5 But I never really left you,
and you hold my right hand.
6 I run to you, LORD,
for protection.
Don't disappoint me.
You do what is right,
so come to my rescue.
Listen to my prayer
and keep me safe.
Be my mighty rock, the place
where I can always run
for protection.
Save me by your command!
You are my mighty rock
and my fortress.
7 Don't hide from me
in my time of trouble.
Pay attention to my prayer
and quickly give an answer.
My days disappear like smoke,
and my bones are burning
as though in a furnace.
I am wasting away like grass,
and my appetite is gone.
My groaning never stops,
and my bones can be seen
through my skin.
I am like a lonely owl
in the desert
or a restless sparrow
alone on a roof.
8 Please listen when I pray!
Have pity. Answer my prayer.
My heart tells me to pray.
I am eager to see your face,
so don't hide from me.
9 You are my God. I worship you.
In my heart, I long for you,
as I would long for a stream
in a scorching desert.
10 When your land was thirsy,
you sent showers
to refresh it.
11 I asked the LORD for help,
and he saved me
from all my fears.
12 He scooped up the ocean
and stored the water.
13 You let me rest in fields
of green grass.
You lead me to streams of peaceful water,
and you refresh my life.
14 Run to him for protection.
15 When his people pray for help,
he listens and resuces them
from their troubles.
The LORD is there to rescue
all who are discouraged
and have given up hope.
The LORD's people
may suffer a lot,
but he will always
bring them safely through.
Not one of their bones
will ever be broken.
16 Even before sunrise,
I pray for your help,
and I put my hope
in what you have said.
I lie awake at night,
thinking of your promises.
Show that you love me, LORD,
and answer my prayer.
Please do the right thing
and save my life.
17 You said to me,
"I will point out the road
that you should follow.
I will be your teacher
and watch over you."
18 I pay careful attention
as you lead me,
and I follow closely.
19 I patiently waited, LORD,
for you to hear my prayer.
You listened and pulled me
from a lonely pit
full of mud and mire.
You let me stand on a rock
with my feet firm,
and you gave me a new song,
a song of praise to you.
Many will see this,
and they will honor and trust
you, the LORD God.
20 Sing a new song. Shout!
Play beautiful music.
The LORD is truthful;
he can be trusted.
He loves justice and fairness,
and he is kind to everyone
everywhere on earth.
21 Our God is like this forever
and will always guide us.
22 God will bring his people back,
and they will drink the water
he so freely gives.
23 With all my heart,
I am waiting, LORD, for you!
I trust your promises.
I wait for you more eagerly
than a soldier on guard duty
waits for the dawn.
24 Each morning let me learn
more about your love
because I trust you.
I come to you in prayer,
asking for your guidance.
25 You make my life pleasant,
and my future is bright.
26 I will sing
and play music for you
with all that I am.


*With all your heart you must trust the LORD and not your own judgement. Always let him lead you, and he will clear the road for you to follow.

just yesterday

Yesterday I visited UCA and it was weird. I finally know what all those alumni are talking about when they say they come back and it's just not the same, just... weird.
It feels like it's still MY school, like I'm still a student there... but then why am I not in classes?

It was the period right before band and I remember as a junior heading over to gymnastics, and last year walking from the piano room back to the dorm for a period before Choraliers. The new list of Choraliers had just been posted all over the school, and I remember last year feeling SO intimidated on my first day.

I remember so many random memories. Looking at this picture makes me recall the R.A.'s party on the roof one of the last nights of school with sparkling cider, and playing tennis with Kaci after dinner, and hiding my jacket behind the school sign when I went running because my clothes were unapproved, freezing on the bleachers while watching the football games, trying to play frisbee golf with Sprack and Elliott, climbing the water tower, Spanish class inside jokes "no se", treasure hunts all around campus, running and screaming through the ad building and jumping off the front stairs after my very last class, biking on the sidewalks, walking to Derek's house for the superbowl, walking with Soule from his office back to his house and talking just about life...

All these things hit me hard when I went back. I'm never going to be in Choraliers again, or go on tours, I'm never going to play basketball on a team again, I'm never going to sing for Amateur Hour or Senior Rec or Graduation, I'm never going to run to Liberty from Spangle, never going to do track and field again, never going to play tennis there, or sneak away to get Spangle Foods $1 coffee, or go the the Harvester with Soule', or make omlets at midnight, or watch movies till 2 in the morning, or sleep out on the field, or star gaze... it's over. I just can't believe it. I never wanted it to end, but I'd never want to go back either. It's the people that make it what it was, and now most the people are gone.

This is pathetic, so I guess I better get over it. Right.

Hello Freedom! Hello Walla Walla!

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Patience My Child

"The Word of the living God is not merely written, but spoken. The Bible is God's voice speaking to us, just as surely as though we could hear it with our ears. If we realized this, with what awe would we open God's Word, and with what earnestness would we search its precepts! The reading and contemplation of the Scriptures would be regarded as an audeince with the Infinite One.' [6T 393]

I got to thinking tonight about, well, a lot of different things. I am SO impatient! I live in a "now" society and I just want everything right NOW!
Wait.
I'm SO tired of waiting! That's all I ever seem to do, and if I had control of any situation I would just do it! Finish it! Get it done! Ahhhh! It's killing me here!
Wait upon the LORD.
Waiting for a solid good 2 years? My whole life even with no answer! Watching life pass me by? Seriously? I don't get it. I'm tired, and I want to quit... this Doomsday hill never ends! My hopes are always dissapointed anyways. It's useless... I'm so tired.
But those who wait upon God get fresh strength. They spread their wings and soar like eagles, they run and don't get tired, they walk and don't lag behind.
But God! I don't understand! Why do I have to wait?!
This plan of Mine is not what you would work out, neither are My thoughts the same as yours! For just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than yours and My thoughts than yours.
Why is this so hard?!
These things I plan won't happen right away. Slowly, steadily, surely, the time approaches when the vision will be fulfilled. If it seems slow, do not despair, for these things will surely come to pass. Just be patient! They will not be overdue a single day!
LORD I need You!
Patience My Child. I AM with you Karalee. Wait.

Sunwoo


Thanks for the surprise on my clock. Made me miss you!
neh eeduhmuhn pahbo eedmedah!
peh-
sarangheh
sarangheh
sarangheh!
I sure do miss you friend!

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

For lack of a better word-- Bjjjjssh!

It’s like wearing something for the first time, or something that’s not yours. You have this certain confidence in yourself that’s lacking otherwise. Your shoulders float back, your head is high, your nose is up. Or maybe it wasn’t the artsy look of the denim button skirt, with a loose, striped, sequence-y shirt that did it for me. Maybe it was the side pony tail that pulled it all together. Whatever it was, it made me happy and I could hold my head a little higher today.
I watered the garden this morning, and all the flowers and trees in pots around the house.
I made cappuccino muffins with chocolate chips for breakfast, and ate delicious blueberries with them.
Then I jumped in the shower, jumped in the car and took off to meet up with friends in town.
We sat and talked for a bit, and then I headed to Target just 'cause I could.
Then I headed to Borders. I stayed for a good solid hour… maybe more. And I left with a cupcake baking book and one of my favorite story books, “Tuesday’s with Morrie” both birthday presents for good friends. I felt so creative as I dropped off my books at my car. Borders has that effect I suspect.
Then I walked over to TJ Maxx… favorite store ever! However, I didn’t get much. It did spark a creative idea for a new shirt I’m going to work on this week. So excited to get started.
Then I went to see my mom’s new office.
Afterwards I headed to pick up ingredients for dinner-- garlic bread pizza… it’s exactly what it sounds like, delish. I felt so old walking through the store with my groceries… I got a taste of what next month is going to feel like, buying my own groceries, paying for my own house, living in a house with my sister, a real college student. Sheesh! so crazy!
So maybe I drove a little faster than I should’ve on the highway home. The sunroof rolled back, windows rolled down. The sun glared on my windshield. Trees on one side of the road, field on the other, sun going down over the mountains in front, music louder than normal shouting out “This has gotta be a good life!” I sang at the top of my lungs, and for once, it totally didn’t matter if I was completely off pitch, or my voice cracked, or whatnot, I was just singing ‘cause I felt it in my being. I just felt, creative, artsy, old, and free. Kind of like I knew exactly who I was for once, without any doubt or questioning. So I drove and I sang. And I wanted to put my hands up and shout it out, “THIS HAS GOTTA BE A GOOD LIFE! A GOOD GOOD LIFE!”
I got home and made my garlic bread pizza, and it turned out delicious.
I didn’t even have to go Starbucks today, although that probably would’ve only enhanced my mood.
And now I’m going to read and knit and take pictures and listen to music.
And tomorrow I’m going to sew, and do laundry, and clean, and water the garden, and go for a run, and take the dog for a walk, and call a friend and catch up, and send picture texts to Cassie all day, and do a crazy hard ab workout, and make coffee, and play the piano and maybe guitar, and figure out my classes for WWU, and apply for a million and one jobs, and relax and take a nap, and do my hair in a new artsy way again, and dress nice even though I’m home alone, and create a picture perfect piece of artwork on a shirt, because getting the creative juices flowing spills out more good in this life.
“…I would take you to the eweb fountain and we would run through them and we’d go to 5th street market and eat Mediterranean food and look at all the shops and go to the lake (and the ocean and slide down the sandunes) and go downtown and observe the hippies. :D” --Cassandra Stenquist
That text just makes me go bjjjjsh! Shwow! Yes please! Sounds heavenly! And now I have plans for some day in the near future when I spontaneously visit Eugene Oregon. YES! THIS IS A GOOD LIFE!

Thursday, August 18, 2011

TNT


Mission Accomplished.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

A day in the life of Karalee Rhuman

A peak into my life at camp, not that it's interesting or anything.

6:30- Rise and shine! P90X with Alex and Caressa.
7:30- Staff worship
8:00- Breakfast
8:15- DISHES! WAAAAHOOOO!
9:45- Make my happy coffee
10:00- Camp council
10:30- Stretch, run 4 miles, stretch
11:50- Jump in lake (so nice!)
12:00- Shower
12:15- Lunch (sometimes eat halves of watermelon)
12:30- Dishes again! Horray!
2:30- Ceramics and random bits of fun with friends
5:30- Dinner
5:45- Dishes
7:30- Blog, or watch volleyball, or play piano or random things
8:00- Campfire
9:00- Maybe get an italian soda, or lay on the dock with friends, or swim, or just talk, or bake, or sleep
10:00- Get ready for sleep
10:30- I'm out

Today, I look at this list and I feel pretty accomplished. What a life eh? I have it pretty easy I'd say. I'm thankful.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Cinderella

I turned my ipod on the loud speakers today in the dish room. The first song was "Oh What a Day" by Ingrid Michaelson. It's a quieter song, not a whole lot of background music, just a soft voice. Andrea and Bryan peaked their head inside the corner at the same time just to take a look. They thought I was singing. Ha! I laughed and came out singing and dancing pretending to be Cinderella.
But then I headed back to finish up the dishes.
Cinderella.
Boy, I felt like Cinderella.
The dishes never end. Just when you think you're about done, the kitchen brings more from the preparation for the next meal. It almost feels like you've accomplished nothing for the longest time. I'm always the last one in the kitchen and I always have to turn out the lights.
But I was thinking. I feel like Cinderella, always cleaning up after people. Even just the messes the kitchen makes on top of cleaning up after all the campers. And just as I was thinking this, Sami, the boss was about ready to leave the kitchen, but before she walked out the door, she yelled back over her shoulder, "Karalee, do check the laundry when you're done!"
And that's my evil mother, and all the kitchen staff bringing more and more dishes are the evil step sisters. This doesn't mean i don't like them, I do, I love all the kitchen staff and Sami is especially sweet. But at the time, in my head, it all made sense, and it felt like I was living in a fantasy.
Except for one thing.
It can't be a fantasy without a handsome prince...
hmmm... bummer.
So much for a happy ending... or maybe that makes it a happier ending...

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Diving

I went diving today, and it felt so good. Diving meaning nothing special, just diving. Standing on the dock and diving head first into the water. Then doing it again. And again, and again. Then jumping and diving, then walking and diving, then running and diving, pretty soon I'm going to master the superman look in the air and maybe a backflip dive.
It feels so good. It's just so fun and I can't explain it. It's scary at first. The water's so deep and dark. What's lurking underneath? What if you hit your head on the dock? What if you bellyflop?! how embarrassing! What if on your way down, you hit this ginormous fish, that starts attacking you... but once you get over all these fears and just do it, it's a blast!

People ask me all the time where I'm going to school, if I'm doing jumpstart, what my major is, where I'm living, what job will I have, am I going to be a student missionary?, am I coming back to camp next summer?... III! It's scary cause I don't have any solid answers to these questions. "I think so"... "maybe?"... "we'll see"... "uh... ask me tomorrow"..."sure??..."
I think it's about time I start running, maybe even pick up some speed, spread my arms like superman and dive straight into a marvelous new adventure of the unknown, purely on the faith that I'll come up for air on the other side.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Dish Girl?

This is not how I pictured my summer going. Dishes? For 2 and 1/2 weeks! Are you kidding me?! I guess I did say I wanted to step out of my comfort zone and get a little messy... But it's the camp punishment for being late! SICK! Do I look like a dish girl to you?! Sheesh! ...Ok. It's not that bad. It really isn't. But whenever anyone sees me doing dishes they think I got in trouble. They never believe me when I tell them it's my new job. How did I go from counselor, to child care/ dock worker, to dish girl?! Really?
This morning no one showed up to help me do the breakfast dishes, so random parents came in when they saw me getting really behind. I appreciate it SO much! They have NO idea the difference just one person makes! It makes me beam to see all of them just willingly and joyously come help me.
After lunch I had a little kid in the dish room "helping me," using the sprayer, when all of a sudden the whole medal pipe popped off and water was going everywhere! I ran in to turn the handle off, and turned to look at the little boy. He was stunned. He put his hand to his head in total shock. I asked him if he was ok, and he just shook his head and said, "I'm soaked!"
"Yeah you are! Me too!" Then he turned and walked out, with this look of horror on his face and his hand still plastered to his forehead. I went out a little while later to check on him and he was balling, I told him we were getting it fixed and it really was no hassle. He probably wasn't too concerned about the pipe that broke, more that all the KP boat staff were laughing at him. Poor guy.
Then tonight I got the most disgusting plate with ketchup, mustard, melted chocolate and ice cream covering it all. I dared one of the staff helping me to lick it. The deal was if he licked it, I had to lick it, and if either of us didn't stick to the deal, we'd spray the other person. Well, he licked it. Barely. So I went down to barely lick it, but he pushed the plate into my chin and got this nasty goop all over my nose and in my mouth and on my chin. SICK! So, I sprayed him with the sprayer and he splashed me with soapy water, and we got into a huge water fight, but overall it was fun. Who knew dishes could be so exhilarating... and so funny. Ha! Today was good.
Dish girl? Well it's not so bad.

...Oh, and I would recommend never eating a lemon that has already gone through the disposal... yeah.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

enjoy the ride

We're going on the 9th week at camp, and boy, I'm exhausted. A part of me just wants to quit and be done, but another part of me wants to give the rest of the summer a shot. Step out of my comfort zone and get a little messy. It's hard to hold on to positive thinking sometimes, but I know that's the best way. Camp is fun, just because it feels like everyone is leaving doesn't mean camp lose's any momentum.
Quick! Grab a friend and jump on! The ride has just begun.