Feb 11, 2005


"I lift my eyes up unto the mountains, where does my help come from? My help comes from You, Maker of heaven, creator of the earth. Oh how I need You, Lord! You are my only hope! You are my only prayer! So I will wait for You to come and rescue me, to come and give me life."

"There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear..." I John 4:18a (verse of the day)

Feb 10, 2005


So I'm in the mood for doing a random survey but don't have one to do and am too lazy to search for one, so I will make up my own as I go along, dividing my personal information into as many questions/answers as possible, at least till I get bored with it. So here it goes.

1. First name: Megan
2. Middle name: Michelle
3. Last name: Lee
4. Birthplace: Jacksonville, FL
5. Place where you grew up: same as above, specifically "the Westside"
6. Current residence: St. Augustine, FL (in beautiful historic downtown)
7. Place where you hope to live permanently: St. Augustine
8. Church affiliation: Southern Baptist, but with a slight dislike of all large denominational organizations (I'm complicated)
9. Church in which you were raised: Westside Baptist
10. Church in which you are a current member: Anastasia Baptist
11. Did you attend preschool? not officially, the WEEN program at WBC (a shout-out to Allie!)
12. Elementary School: Normandy Village Elementary
13. Middle School: Trinity Christian Academy
14. High School: same as above
15. Graduation year: 2002
16. Favorite grade in HS: 11th
17. Hardest grade in HS: 10th
18. Best decision you made during HS: to take dual-enrollment classes
19. College: Flagler
20. Currently attending? yes
21. Major: Elementary Education
22. Minor: Fine Arts (but that's a bit of a story)
23. Graduation date: Dec. 2005
24. Living situation: with three fabulous room-mates (origionally 4) in the 3-bedroom first floor of a house on Oviedo Street. I get the single room. (new room-mates to be added soon)
25. Biggest peev about living with roomies: feeling like I'm the only one who ever cleans. people using my dishes/pans and leaving them dirty for days on end.
26. Favorite thing about living with roomies: they are awesome, godly people who offer constant love, support, and encouragement.
27. Favorite thing in your room: photos (currently, the ones of Rob... they humor me!)
28. Favorite color: green
29. Favorite food: cheese
30. Favorite dessert: all kinds :)
31. Favorite article of clothing: jeans
32. Favorite casual shoes: brown flops
33. Favorite dress shoes: black pointy ones
34. Best friend: Allison
35. In love? yes
36. With who? Rob (I know that comes as a huge shock)
37. Favorite blog: Niki's "lonliness"
38. Black or Blue ink: blue
39. Pen or Pencil: depends on mood
40. Favorite book: And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie
41. Favorite book of the Bible: James
42. Favorite scripture: Romans 8:38-39
43. Favorite Bible story: woman who touches the hem of Jesus' garment
44. Most often ordered beverage: water
45. Most appreciated office-type invention: the three-hole punch
46. Favorite hobby: photography, singing
47. Favorite people to sing with: Rob; Allison; Devon; Mel (in a group); Krissy
48. Favorite number(s) to exaggerate by: 12, 87, 8,000, 87,000
49. Favorite time in life: right now.
50. Favorite number to end a survey on: 50
who am i to complain...

Suddenly, my Quiet Time seems much less complicated. This is apperantly what some Catholics do as their daily time with God. As the post so clearly demonstrates, it seems very, very complicated.

Speaking of Quiet Time and Catholics, while I am not Catholic myself, I have chosen to participate in Lent by setting aside a specific time each day for my Quiet Time. Granted, this is not something that I want to do just for Lent, but I figured this was a good time to get myself back on track. I also intend to try to go to bed at a reasonable hour for the next 40 (well, 39 now) days. I did give the stipulation, however, that Wednesdays are excluded, mostly because of Fusion. During Lent, you are "allowed" to take Sundays off, but I don't really plan to. Like I said, Wednesdays are my off nights for going to bed early, and I think Saturdays will be the biggest problem as far as my quiet time goes. I didn't really do Saturdays before, so I haven't yet decided what I plan to do now.

Nothing more for now. But I have two hours left at work, so you never know what may happen.
he loves me, he loves me not...

He loves me. That's such wonderful news!

(Girls: remember that terrible thing we used to do with poor, innocent flowers when we were little? What's up with that? Who decided that dismembering a beautiful little piece of God's creation would tell our love-fortunes? Oh to be six again! But twenty-one isn't half bad either!)

Feb 8, 2005

diminished mental capacity...

I was sitting in class today (or I think it was in class) and I thought of a topic on which I would post while I was at work today. But of course, as you may have assumed by now, I cannot remember what in the world I was going to write about.



Fears. I was going to write about fears. I was in my Introduction to Exceptionality class, where we study various types of impairments, whether mental, physical, emotional, et cetera, and I realized (not for the first time) that one of the scariest things I could imagine happening is being pregnant and being told my child would be born with a disability (of any kind). I guess that's just because everybody has these dreams and expectations of what their child will be like, and you never really consider the possibility that your child won't be perfect. Scary. I fear it in the sense that all females fear being violently raped: you don't generally think about it, nor do you actually think there is a great possibility of it happening, yet when the idea is entertained, it is very scary. That analogy leads me to a third fear: becoming pregnant from a rape. I can only imagine that that would be one of the hardest things in the world to deal with. What would you do? By no means would I ever consider abortion to be an option, but what about adoption? For me, I think it would be wrong to give up the baby for adoption because I would be perfectly capable of giving the child a decent home. Yes, it would be incredibly hard, at least for a period of time, to have a baby who constantly reminded me of the horrible event that led to her existence, but I don't believe that is reasonable cause for me to give her up and risk her being shuffled along through "the system" for years to come, with the possible final outcome of being stuck in a bad home. No. I would definitely have to keep her no matter what. I just can't imagine.... So scary.

Okay, so I apologize for the randomness of this post. And for the "weirdness" level. Just following my train of thought, random as it may be.
wish list addition...

I want a subscription to American Photo magazine. I've looked at them before, but yesterday I picked up the most recent issue in the photo lab and brought it home with me to read. SO good! Being an art-focused magazine, there are some rather risque articles, but that's to be expected.

Speaking of photography, yesterday was our first presentation day of the semester. It went well. I had a few compliments from classmates, which is always encouraging, and had some good comments from the instructor. And something that might even be better than both of those is that I was pleased with my photos even when they were up on the wall next to everyone else's. As intimidating as it can be, I'm glad we do public critique in that class because it's cool when you start noticing specific things that could be improved about photos and then the professor points out the exact same things. That's when you know you are developing a "good eye," as they call it. So overall, yesterday was a good critique day. I love photography.