Calamity.

Ahh... and here I am. I would just like to say that I am so ready for spring break, its not even funny. But I have decided that the things that make spring break so amazing are those that make the week before a living place-of-fire-and-brimstone. So, for your reading enjoyment, i thought i'd share just what has been proving my spring break so well-deserved.

This must begin with the fact that today I lost my ipod, charlotte. Now you must understand that i have this deep connection to miss charlotte. not only does she go everywhere with me, but she is the representation of my musical expression and helps balance my mood like a magical...mood balancer. in any case. I couldn't find her anywhere. and I thought that either i left her somewhere or somebody stole her from my truck. to make the long story short and not draw out the suspense so you worry too much, i found her. =) happy suzy. But the agony of not knowing if I had lost a recently acquired $300 piece of metal and non-scratchable glass was sort of devastating.

Next story: Sunday night. now THIS is epic. and potentially lengthy. and about work. again. so if you are bored with that, then spend your time blog-stalking elsewhere.

So it was a beautiful Palm Sunday afternoon, and while my family was headed to simi valley for a cousin event, I was headed to downey for work. Needless to say (though i will say it anyways...) I was not too happy about this. on top of this mound of misery, I had a biology quiz the next morning at 8:30 which i was not prepared for, a genetics worksheet due, which i had not started and a lot of reading for my class right after bio. to answer the obvious question, YES i did know about it all in advance. and YES i did procrastinate. but that is not part of the story. the part that is relevant is that I was under stress and not wanting to work.

The night is relatively slow. 9 pm rolls around. My boss, Rocio says, Well suzy if it stays slow, then you'll go home soon. But there's a reservation for 30 at 9:30. They haven't confirmed their reservation, but we should be able to handle it without you if they do decide to show.

9:30- no party. I start my sidework.
10:00- twenty people show up. church people. who are coincidentally the reservation. and also sadly the most strongly disliked customers we have. they are so picky, ungrateful, demanding and overall sort of rude. Even i don't like them. and i AM a church person.
10:10-Rocio asks me to stay and help a little bit. Then the doors open, and in comes a flood of people. Now i'm not talking like a mini flood that comes when your sink clogs with hair and the water overflows onto the counter. I'm talking Noah's Ark flood. Never supposed to happen again, sealed with a rainbow, flood. But here it was. coming through our front doors. and not stopping. a throng of suit-clad, skirt-wearing, sister/brother-hailing church people. (So very similar to AC's its pretty scary...)
At this point i'm staying for sure. and there goes my sleep for the night. But it doesn't stop. they just come in and take over our largest dining room. and when I say take over, i don't mean like here and there as if they were wild flowers in a meadow. i mean take over as in the storming of the Alamo.

and I was Custer.

They start re-arranging chairs, tables and sitting down everywhere. I didn't count until later, but there were 76 people, give or take two. SEVENTY-SIX. and two servers. and two cooks. do you not realize how TOTALLY inSANE this is!?!? i picked my jaw up off the floor, where it had dropped, and just looked in utter amazement. I was stunned. where do you start in a mass of confusion such as this? which group of twenty do you start with? what about the out-lying families that decided to segregate in little booths but expect devoted attention too? Who looks like they'd be the most mad if i didn't get them their "water-easy ice-lots of lemon...oh and a bread basket" first?

Now normally I would totally flip out over this sort of thing. because I flip out over a double seating on a busy night. This was like a sextuplet seating. of parties of 12. heh. But thankfully Rocio told them that they would have to be patient as we were under-staffed and they had given us no warning.
But I did not flip out. No. I had superb help. My busboys were more than amazing. "Que quieres Suzy?". "Necesitas algo suzy?" "Quiero ayudarte...dime algo que hacer." They refilled drinks, got bread and helped run tons of food! And I smiled...ish, nodded politely, kept my cool and didn't yell at the cooks.

Wonder of wonder, miracle of miracles. God took this server by the hand. turned her around and miracle of miracles led her to the cool-calm-and-collected land. And trust me, my co-staff was very grateful!

This was a difficult task though, let me tell you. I mean, we have this woman who doesn't know the difference between "camarones" and "pescado" (shrimp and fish) and cannot speak english. She keeps pointing at some other guy's chicken strips and insisting that they are "mariscos" (seafood) of some kind. but they're not. So i bring her fried shrimp. not what she wanted... So i bring her fish. SUPER not what she wanted. So i brought her a box and said i'm sorry...here, eat cake. she was happy.

I have to say when they first started walking in, I wanted to just turn around and leave. clock out and go home. maybe not even clock out. just run. And throughout the following two hours I would just look at the mass of people waving me over to ask for their umpteenth refill and feel sort of sick to my stomach. and then remind myself that this is not the end of the world as we know it. But that if it was, heaven was gonna be all the more worth it!

Anyways...results: More food on the floor than was left on the tables. substantial tips thanks ONLY due to auto gratuity. a headache. no preparation for my quiz (i get to do a re-do after spring break!) and a firm conviction to never do that to anyone in my life. and legend status. =) trust me, this will get talked about for days to come. maaaybe even weeks =P

Sadly, Rocio said this was the reason she didn't do religion...because if this is the way church-going people treat others, then she wants nothing to do with it. way to undo my months of work, church people. God, you must have something in this...it feels like several steps back. maybe a whole leap. but I trust You.

Oh. And this does not mean that you shouldn't take parties anywhere. please do. But give fair warning in advance. or be prepared to tip a whoooole bunch to make it up to the poor souls that wait on you. and please don't act like you should get the same service you would if you were a party of two in a room with four servers. Just doesn't work that way.

Whew. thankfully my boss has given me Easter, my birthday AND spring break off from work. (which, by the way, NO one gets to request of holidays...) and while I love my job mucho, I am very excited. Its been crazy.

sleep time.
xoxo

In N' Out

I think that when I get in the blog-writing mood, I find I can update more often. Yay for you!
The title of this blog post comes from the simple fact that In N' Out is basically amazing. So amazing, in fact, that it would be in the top ten things I would miss about California if I were to ever leave. You may think that this is is drastic, but seriously...scrumptious and simple food is scrumptious and simple food. period. (side note, i really like the word scrumptious too. it makes me feel so happy and like i'm all wrapped up in a big comfy blanket after a nice warm bath. does that make any sense?)

But since I mentioned a top ten things I would miss from California, I figure I'll go ahead and put that list in words for you here.
Now be forewarned that I have never actually sat down and made a list, mentally or tangibly. So work with me here. I am also leaving space 10 blank, so please give a suggestion for what you think could go there... Also, disclaimer. these are in no particular order of amazingness...they should technically be written in a round robin. This is a term I learned from Charlotte Doyle and is in that context about mutinies. It is where all the names are written in a circle so that no name is on top and no one man can take the blame for starting the mutiny. but i figure it works for top-twelve lists too.

Anyways.

1. the beach. (this place speaks to my heart. the ocean is so vast and one of the most beautiful creations of God. It is my place to go to when I want to let all of life go. I stand on the pier, extended from the land, the chaos of life hundreds of yards behind me, nothing but open, calm sea in front of me...)

2. the city. (for those of you who don't know, i thrive off of people. The city is full of life. depraved, broken, bustling life. I really cannot put into words what being in the heart of southern california is like for me. I can only imagine is like what a country person feels when they are in the middle of a lush field looking out over vast flatlands and basking in the openness, feeling their heart connected to that place. And for those who think the city is dirty and god-forsaken...don't be fooled. God is here. and evident.)

3. the mountains. (for as much as I love the city, everyone needs a place to get away and meet God. whether it be in a corner in your closet, driving in your car, sailing on the open seas or climbing a high mountain...everyone has a place. Being so close to the open sky, looking out over the smog-covered city i love so much, i am filled with an overwhelming sense of what God must see, on a very minute level. For anyone who has spent any time in the mountains, you know it has a certain fragrance about it that just proclaims life, God's creativity and becomes comfortingly familiar.)

4. the diversity. (I have only recently been thinking about how much i love the representation of diversity here. cultures, skin colors, languages, religions, foods, music, art, car models, names...it is so beautiful to me.)

5. the weather. (So I like snow. I really do. Its so prettyful, so white....SO COLD! Hence why i am totally fine just vacationing in snow, or driving up to the mountains for a snow day. But I do not want to live in snow. I can deal with fickle rainy/non rainy weather. But let the temp dip below 50 and out comes the winter wardrobe.)

6. the mexico. (i.love.everything.mexican. I love the food, the culture, the language, the country. I really can't explain it. And the reason this has anything to do with california is that mexico is SO close. and that I can work in a place where i have customers that cannot speak a word of english. i love it. they call me mexicana blanca. ;)

7. the in n' out. (told you it was coming =P. its just so...california. and everytime i go, i feel so californian, and at home. its quite wonderful. and turns out i eat there a lot. its easier on my college-girl wallet than many places.)

8. the idiosyncrasies. (i mean, we are called "land of the fruits and nuts" afterall. But I have come to just enjoy the *ahem* unique nature of people here. Yes there are unique people anywhere in the world, but come on... It could be everything from a professor who unicycles to class every day to a group of young adults walking backwards as part of a demonstration for whatever cause they support. people tie themselves to trees to save them and walk their decked out cats on leashes. oh the human mind.)

9. the popularity. (this may sound super shallow to you. But i'm not gonna lie that its fun to tell people you're from california and see their faces look like you just announced you are a professional dagger-swallower. a deeply satisfying mix of horror at your career choice and utter admiration that you have made it thus far without death. truly, we are superheros here. don't even trip.)

10. > (this is where the interaction side of the blog comes in!)

So that is my list. These are things I love. But I will say that I am not totally opposed to leaving california. Its not my heart right now, but as I well know, God is in the heart-changing business. So I'll stick close to Him and let him take care of me. He knows what i love. he gave me these passions. But he knows about things I might love that I haven't even considered yet.

And I know this is slightly off topic but the words to this Third Day song have been in my head recently after reading a Psalm proclaiming the Lord as King of Glory.

Who is this King of Glory that pursues me with his love
And haunts me with each hearing of His softly spoken words
My conscience, a reminder of forgiveness that I need
Who is this King of Glory who offers it to me...

His name is Jesus...Precious Jesus.
The Lord Almighty, King of my heart...King of Glory

March Madness

Here it is, the first day of March. Wow, how time has flown. And as I sit here pondering what I could write, I really am having difficulty pinning a topic down. (No, the title was not inspired by anything, I just have issues coming up with clever titles.) *sigh*



Ok. here we go. So this past weekend I worked four nights in a row, three of which were theater nights. This is big. Allow me to clarify. There is a performing arts theater that shares our same parking lot (along with an Embassy Suites) and every season they put on a play, musical, or showcase. Now this attracts a *ahem* unique crowd. Basically they planned it perfectly. The same sort of people who are generally attracted to Downey theater are also attracted to eateries like Mimis Cafe. (now as a side note, yes i know I have terrible punctuation and grammer skills and specifically that I forgot the apostrophe in Mimis, but there is none. feel free to check)



Back on topic. So, to answer the burning question I'm sure is plaguing all of your minds...YES! theater nights are WONDERFUL opportunities to make money. But allow me to clarify and gripe just a bit. These nights are also the bane of my restaurant/serving existence. Don't get me wrong. I like classy, middle-aged, wine-sipping, quiche-eating folks, I really do. But when you have like five tables full of them, and they left themselves a grand total of one hour to come in, wait, order, eat and pay...it gets challenging. What they don't realize is that over a hundred OTHER theater goers have the same plan.



So. typical table interaction:

Server Suzy: Hey there! how are you doing tonight? Can i get you started with someth---

Dignified guest: Yes, hello, we are on our way to the theater and can't be late, so could you make sure we get our food very quickly?

Server Suzy: *thinks* Yes, you and everyone else wants the same thing. and so help me, if you order a steak well done... *says* Yes! no problem, let me grab your drinks and I'll then put the order right in for you.

Dignified guest: Make sure you tell them to make ours extra quickly because we're on a time limit here!

*Suzy goes back into kitchen pondering how people can be so egocentric and how she hates it when she can't get her full greeting out without people interrupting her*

15 minutes later: order has been put in, kitchen is backed up, and the dignified guest is craning her neck, death glaring at me because it must have slipped my mind to put a rush on their food. To verify, she sticks her bejeweled hand up in the air and waves me down. All this time I'm at another table taking an order of people who are "ready to order" but have to look over the menu a few more times "just to be sure." I put up my finger in a very polite but clear "just one moment please" gesture, but she continues to wave at me as though i'll forget.

Continuing to smile, I head on over to the now disgruntled, but dignified none-the-less, guest. she proceeds to demand (in a very dignified manner, mind you...) where her food is and can't i see that theater is going to start in 15 minutes and why didn't i tell the cooks to hurry up and she could go back there and make it faster herself. I pull the whole "nod and smile" move and reassure her that it will be up in a very few short minutes.

THEN. I head back to the kitchen, start flipping out to my lovely manager who is running the slide.
Flipping-out Suzy: JOSEPH! where is my food for 109! They've been waiting forever, they're late for theater and they're super mad at me as though i did something wrong.

Cynical Joseph: well, did you do something wrong? *chuckles a mean and evil chuckle*

Suzy: um, no. duh. ughh just. grr. GET ME MY FOOD! Tony! Are the veggies trabajando-ing? (my form of spanglish), Jose! me das papitas on los dos platos por favor! gracias!

Jose: Judas, no te entiendo...estoy occupado y i no speaking english. (he calls me judas because I get demanding and then tell him how wonderful he is, so he says I am a manipulating betrayer of true friendship...or at least i think thats what he said. heh)

Suzy: JOSEPH! dumb cooks won't help me!

Joseph: suzy, stop flipping out or I'll fire you. just let the cooks do their job. you go do yours.

I then walk away exasperated. Finally my food gets out and I deliver it to the table. and to make it up for them, bring out their check, boxes and desserts to go so they can stuff in a few bites and be on their merry, theater-going way.
Then they give me a $100 bill and ask for change. Well I don't have change. so I go ask Joseph, who is busy and tells me to find Sol, who is nowhere to be found. so i ask a busboy. after painstaking counting through his million one dollar bills, I get my change and as I'm walking back to deliver it to the table, I see Armando out of the corner of my eye seating me another table.

and so the madness continues.

Now, don't get me wrong. i love my job. =) But it is crazy. This is just a little peek at the behind the scenes of a busy night for me.

If you have any questions. let me know, i'd be happy to answer!
xoxo

Pseudo-winter.

As of this week, winter as we know it here in California is officially over. That's not to say it won't come back in a few days, but for now its basically over. We went from freezing nights (literally) and lots of rain which blanketed our beautiful mountains with a layer of white goodness to balmy, cloudless 75 + degree weather. In less than a week.
But how can I complain? the palm trees sway in the breeze, I can bask in the warmth and wear short-sleeves and flip-flops. there is no room for complaints.

Ok, that is not completely true. there's lots of reasons i COULD complain. But I am not going to. I shall simply state facts.

School has begun full swing. Spring Semester 2010. It has such a nice ring to it. especially since it means i'm just one step closer to being done with this mosh pit they call college.
But in reality, God has really blessed me this semester. I am taking some amazing classes with some wonderful professors.
-Foundations of Christian Thought (Why we believe what we do based on Scripture)
-Theology 1 (Full on study of God) with JP Jones. And I have to say, sitting in his class for three hours once a week is a complete pleasure. I have never felt the pressure of academics fade so much in a Bible class as when I'm listening to him speak.
-Biology: just general GE requirement lecture class. I am so thankful this prof recognizes we are all just there to get our credit and get out, so he makes it as painless as possible. no homework, just weekly quizzes based off of lecture notes.
-Ethnicity and Minority Groups: Basically we talk about Race, racial tension, ethnocentrism, why we are the way we are and make distinctions based on color etc... a very challenging and mind-stretching class
-Juvenile Delinquency: taught by my all time favorite teacher who is pretty much amazing. We discuss children, crime, and her job as a supervisor for probation officers (what I want to be).
-Weaponless Self-Defense: I saved this one til last so I could say the most about it. It is a PE fulfillment, but also comes in handy given the line of work I would like to do. But this is no karate class. This is full on life-or-death self-defense. It is no game at all. Our coach is amazing, funny but very serious about what he does. (if that makes any sense...) And we learn moves that we only use when there is death, rape or terrible injury that could occur. This is not about social fighting.
Social fighting is what occurs when someone wants to establish rank. I'm better than you, stronger than you, faster than you and deserve more than you. Asocial fighting is when rank is not considered, and you are being viewed solely as an object that has something to be stolen, or violated sexually. My coach said that the ironic thing is, people who take this training are least likely to get attacked. They carry themselves confidently and do not look approachable or like an easy target. And if you think my 5'3", 130 lb person can't hurt someone who is twice my size, think again. When I am done with this class, I will have potential to be dangerous. Now my parents can rest safely that I will not go down without a fight. =)
(p.s. any further clarifying questions on this matter may be directed at me)


Anyways, my two Bible classes are concentrated doses of basic Christian doctrine and theology. It is so refreshing to go back and learn the fundamental truths about God as he tells us about them in Scripture. I am once again held in awe of how glorious our God is. He is with all, in all, above all and surrounding all. He is loving, wrathful, just, merciful. Interesting thing that was touched on tonight in Theo 1 is the concept of God's wrath. It says in Romans 1 (and i paraphrase here..) that the wrath of God is revealed against those who suppress the truth in unrighteousness. Atheists have to work hard to suppress the evident truth of who God is. And when they do that, God allows the natural consequences of their choices to come about. He isn't personally punishing them or letting out his anger towards them like an abusive father might to his children who bother him, but rather he doesn't stop decisions that have bad consequences due to the presence of Satan and evil in the world. I found that very interesting.

Now that this is like, the wordiest blog ever...and you're probably wondering where all these words come from...I shall come to a close.

I was encouraged to continue updating, and trust me, I think of it quite regularly. But i will make time for it! I do enjoy writing very much!
peace and love (of the Father) be with you always!

time is not found, it is made.

*clack-clack-clack* the continuous noise of keyboards being typed upon, the hushed voices of librarians, the rattle of book carts... all familiar noises to my astute ears.
But how can I be back so soon! it feels like last weekend that i took my last final and was headed off to a fun-filled vacation with the whole family! but alas, here I sit. MAKING time to write, amidst the busyness.

It is a new year. I have no idea what it will hold, but the anticipation excites me. It is sadly peculiar how fast time flies by. When i was younger, a whole week felt like months and it seemed as though time crawled. But now, it seems like a few months ago it was a Klotzle Christmas, we were all hanging out at the Rose Parade Route and once again a new year had begun.

and yet, so much has happened in the last year it doesn't feel as though it was enough time! Changing schools, jobs, meeting people that I can't imagine not having in my life or crossing paths with. It baffles me how each new year, each day really, provides a new facet to our lives that either changes us significantly or just adds a slight new dimension to who we are.

this is why I journal. I feel like i am fully affected by the world around me. I contribute and I soak up things around me, constantly being added to as a person. I enjoy going back over my writings and seeing how things have changed. It could be anything from a lost aquaintence to a new truth I learn about God, from a dramatic overreaction to a broken heart. Something as little as enjoying a clear, windy day to something as big as my grandfather passing away. and yet, all of these have been a part of my life, and I wish never to forget them.

Anyways, on to other things. I am back at school and enrolled in a grueling program referred to as IRIS. (Integrated Reflections on Interdisciplinary Studies). And I must say that it has been all I could want and more. Pros and Cons to follow.

Lets give the bad news first. Cons.
-11 days for two 3-unit classes that were meant to fit into a semsester.
-Mon-Thursday- 12:30 pm-9:30 pm with only a total of 2 hrs in break, spread out.
-A 2-4 page essay and/or quiz due every day by 11 am.
-terrible caf food for interterm. bleh.

Pros. WOOT!
-YAY! 6 units OUT OF THE WAY!
-Good friends to do the class with
-7 phenomenal professors who are extremely brilliant and dedicated.
-Sound education, both academically and spiritually, that will prepare me for the real world
-Awesome times of prayer that knit this body of students and professors closer.
-tears, laughter, hard work, joy, fasting, prayer...

And I would say that at this point the pros heavily out-weigh the cons. I am continually amazed at how God continues to pour his blessing out over me. Yes, there are obstacles, but he has made my paths straight and I can do nothing but lift up my hands in gratitude.

We were talking last night in class about how we know something. And it was asserted that we can say we know about the ressurection of Jesus because we read about it, we read about eye-witness accounts. But there is nothing that compares to experiencing something personally. And I can say that I believe in the resurrection because I experience a risen Lord. Yes its nice to have the literary back-up, but I'm not sure I could fully take someone's word for it without experiencing it myself. how have I experienced the Risen Jesus, you might ask... It is something that I can try to put into words. I have been forgiven for things I didn't even remember to be sorry for. I have felt a peace that passes all my finite understanding. I have been comforted when I was unable to find a way out of despair. I have had a friend when I felt abandoned, betrayed and alone. I have been heard when I cry out in frustration and anger.
But those descriptions won't help YOU know a risen Lord. you have to experience him for yourself.
And maybe I don't even know fully. As it says in 1 Corinthians 13:12 "For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known. "
I cannot wait for that day, when all uncertainty fades and I can know wholly the God of all knowledge.

xoxo

moist.

So I'm sitting here in the library, having got off work a good two hours ago... and I cannot seem to drag myself away from the computer. I'm tired, I have some homework to do, and the computer is gonna kick me off soon cuz the library is closing. But here i sit. *sigh* Its cuz I didn't check my email, facebook or anything online for THREE DAYS. *gasp* i had 30 new emails in my inbox. 20-some facebook notifications. I felt sorta loved, not gonna lie.

Anyways, there is a reason I picked "moist" as my title of choice. Well, no good reason. Because in all honesty, I had no ideas and so I picked a random word. BUT there is a "story" behind it. My cousin has an aversion to the word. she always used to hate when it was used. and when I think about it, it IS a strange word. But if you think about it in context, like moist sheets, or a moist cave...it just sort of leaves a gritty, sorta weird taste in your mouth. Just thought I'd share =)

I really have nothing of profundity and wisdom to share with you all today. Um, random tidbits of information: Mexico is happening again in like five days. my co-worker bought me three new ties (YEEEEAH! this excites me, btw...). I made bank at work last night. I made nothing at work tonight. I learned how to say "you will feel as light as a feather" today in spanish: vas a sentir asi ligera como una pluma. I like it when the sky is blue and the weather is cool and crisp (like today was). The library is giving me 8 minutes and 25 seconds to get off the computer. I was told today that when i prayed for my food, it was refreshing and delightful for that person to see someone pray before dinner. I miss playing piano...I really need to make time for that. I wish i had an automatic hugging mannequin so that I could fill my daily quota. I'm pretty far behind.

And now I'll sign off so I can get to bed. After I read. and floss my teeth. Because Dr. Lawrence V-somethin'-somethin' told me that if I floss daily, I'll reduce the growth and spreading of cavities. This sounds like a good option for me.
you would take care to floss your teeth as well. Just sayin'

ttfn (tata for now!)
xoxo

can you say, WOOT!

Yeah, thats right. You KNOW you want to say it outloud. I know I do. But I'm in the library, and they'd probably kick me out for indecent...noise making?
Allow me to describe the circumstances that led to this wonderfulness.
(and notice I said circumstances, meaning that they are subject to change and are NOT what my joy and contentment with life is hinged upon. but fantastic, they are, none-the-less.)

anyways.

#1) I woke up in good time, got ready, managed to look presentable and wasn't too grumpy! (this is quite an accomplishment, btw)
#2) Chapel was amazing. Sat with a good friend, heard a wonderful message of truth. and sang praises to God. mmm it always does my heart good to start my day with my Father.
#3) I got the sweetest, most unexpected blessing from some friends. It made me smile and feel all warm and fuzzy inside!
#4) STATS CLASS IS CANCELLED!!! (and I apologize for giving this reason all caps, but seriously, you don't know how ecstatic I am....this is like finding out that your mom made your favorite meal and its not even your birthday. or...being sent an anonymous check in the mail with a note that says, "don't spend it all in one place...make it at least three or four!")
#5) I have the lingering memories of a phenomenal weekend that left me so blessed, filled up and ready to face the week!

And at this point, surprisingly, I'm at a loss for words. There are just so many things to talk about, but nothing that jumps to mind.

ok, I got it.

I am a classic American. My life is go, go, go. Always. I have a hard time slowing down, and stepping back from the business and stuff of life. And when I say stuff, I mean, EVERYTHING. it is so inclusive. The meetings, work, social obligations, facebook, phone calls, texts, class, even church, events, everything. They fill up my life so much. every moment in fact, if I let it.
So I am learning how to, as my dear mother says, just "shhh....be still." I am learning how to let God talk to me...to know Him, be comfortable in His presence.
It is a challenge, but one that I hope to overcome, as I know my God more and more each day.

Blessings on you. be strong.

...and there it goes.

After racking my brain for a good...well 30 seconds, I could think of only one thing I dislike about California. and that would be the fickle weather. It's quite possibly the most annoying thing...EVER. (ugh, I hate making rash statements like that, but since life is short and could end at any moment...I have to live in the moment =)

Anyways, point of all that is to say it is now like 75-80 degrees outside. I keep layering though, just in case it happens to get tired of shining balmy sun-rays down on me and decides to downpour some rain. But it NEVER does! and here I am, in a flannel shirt and jeans, with an unfulfilled wish and some sweat dripping down my back. bleh. thankfully the library is air-conditioned.

On a totally random note, I thought I'd share a story. For a little background...Any of you who don't know this already, the Klotzle side of the family has a gene that leads to unsteadiness of hands. This means that not only do our hands have the propensity to shake when we concentrate on them being very still (why none of us are surgeons) but they shake when they are just being as well. I am blessed (?) with this gene and so my hands naturally shake. (not to mention they are practically useless when I'm nervous!)

Anyways, last week, I'm sitting in class with a group working on questions and this girl I don't really know is just staring at my hand which is holding a pen and pretty obviously shaking. Our eyes meet and her look is one of slight disbelief and awe, as if she just caught a rebellious, Biola closet drug-user and really wants to jump up and tell someone. I sort of snicker inside myself, sorta sad to break it to her that its a mere genetic trait and that she won't recieve snitch of the year for busting a student breaking contract. (now that may sound mean to you, but it seriously felt like that!) I pull my thoughts and composure together and with as casual a shrug as I can muster I look back at my hand wistfully and say, "oh that...yeah it runs in the family and I can't help it." You would have thought I'd just announced that I'm a werewolf and I'm explaining how I change back and forth. Her eyes widen with new interest and then disbelief. faint mocking colors her words, "whaaat? you mean you can't stop it? stuff like that 'runs in the family?'"
I inwardly roll my eyes and try to explain it to her nonchalantly, "Yes, my dad, uncles, aunts...most of us have unsteady hands. they shake involuntarily. sometimes its worse than other times..."
She still obviously doesn't believe me, her eyes betray her...but she covers with a polite smile and responds, "Oh ok...cuz I thought maybe you had way too much caffeine or something." (nervous giggle) psh. as if. we all knew you thought I was a druggie. or a werewolf.

Anyways, the whole rest of the session she tries to look away, but is still slightly fascinated-almost morbidly so- in my shaking appendage. I knew that "Biola Bubble" was influential, but I didn't know just how much... poor girl. Someday she might actually meet someone with a real problem or handicap...goodness knows what she'll do then! maybe its my job to ease her into the world of abnormalities. Next step: I'll bend my thumb all the way backwards and see how that goes. baby steps...

And such is my life.

Can't say I'm hating it!

rain, rain...DON'T GO AWAY!

I really wish I had a fun post planned, with lots of pictures and cute witty captions. But I don't. Instead I have a post that will be a pleasing sight for those of an *ahem* older generation with all my capital letters and punctuation and spelling up to par. Twill be a balm for their eyes...an oasis of hope in the dry, thirsting desert of cyber-communication. Now please be aware that I do in fact, make mistakes, as I am only human. So if an occasional "lol" or "cuz" slips out, do know that it isn't my intention and I probably just couldn't sub-conciously stand the formality and bondage of proper/correct writing.

With that being said, I would like to inform the reading populous that I love winter. Well, allow me to clarify. I love winter in California. Yes, yes I know that it is only October, which qualifies as fall...but still. It's basically winter. It has been cloudy, nippy and we've EVEN had a slight downpour yesterday. I was ecstatic. Not only is waking up on a cold, rainy day one of my all time favorite things to do, but walking IN the rain is pretty much a joy. If I was writing a song entitled "My Favorite Things" (sung to the tune so dear to our Sound of Music hearts) I would include a verse about raindrops on everything and maybe some whiskers on cougers. (Because to only have raindrops on roses is limiting to my rain and whiskers on kittens is far too tame of a concept!)

WHICH reminds me. When I was little, I used to have fun with my cat by sticking her whiskers up her nose and making her sneeze. Haha. Oh my. Ok, sorry. Back on track.

Rain. Ok, we're done with rain. Let me tell you about last night/this morning. (Keep in mind this is National California Earthquake Day) I had stayed up until about 3:30 am. (Mumzy, please don't gasp in horror. I got plenty enough beauty sleep and was even awake for class this morning) I had finished class around 9:30 pm, procrastinated my evening away (reading blogs, mind you) until about 11:45. Then I met a friend for coffee and we talked until 2-ish. After which I stayed up for another hour studying for a midterm I had this morning. Anyways. After waking up and taking my shower, I had JUST returned to my room (still not dressed or anything) and the fire alarm goes off. My dorm's fire alarm is like a "friend" who is always in your life but who stays away enough that you forget they're there...but comes back at the most inoportune moments to remind you they still exist for the sole purpose of making your life miserable. (No, that does NOT come from personal experience. Merely pure speculation of what I always imagined someone like that would be like.) In any case, I less than five minutes to get dressed, gather my things, brush my hair, make sure I had all my books in case they didn't let us back in before my class started and run down the stairs to the baseball field.

Needless to say (although I will say it anyways...) I was annoyed beyond words. I ended up making it to class, and took my exam. My poor roommate, though was actually in the MIDDLE of her shower when it went off. And they fine you $50 if you are in the building when they do their sweep-through. *sigh* oh how they nickel and dime you.

Now I sit, in the computer lab, contemplating my mornings events. My stomach is protesting that it has not been fed, my mind is rapidly forgetting any and all information regarding World Civilization History prior to the dates covered in the exam and my goose-bumps are telling me its a bit chilly.

Today is a fickle day. One of those ones where there is nothing you can really complain about, but yet you can totally find a list a mile long of things to complain about. I choose...no complaining. God's too good for that! a) He gave me awesome weather! b) The fire alarm was only for a drill, and not a real fire or earthquake. c) I was actually out of the shower at the time of the alarm. d) I made it to class on time. e) Exam wasn't fatal. f) I'm about to go eat yummy food. g) oh yeah, how could I forget... I am a child of the King!

Doesn't get much better than that!

xoxo

a day in the life

per a delightful request of an un-named sister-in-law (haha good thing i have two!), i shall document a day in my life. hmmm the question is WHICH day!? lets do wednesdays:

8:15- alarm goes off. i push snooze a million times until...
8:30-finally i roll out of bed, and have given myself 45 minutes to get ready for the day.
8:30-9:15- shower/basic self-maintenance, struggle with indecision about what to wear and how to do my hair, a quick gathering of books for the day, double pat pockets to make sure i have my key/ID, grab my phone and wish my roomies a nice day.
9:15-9:30-grab a coffee if the line at Commons isn't long, head over to the gym for chapel (if it is a lucky day, i meet cousin jonathan), find my seat. Yes, i have a seat. it is predictable and the same. and with the risk of a serial killer reading this and finding out exactly where i sit for chapels and sniping me, its on the right-hand side, second set of bleachers from the front, four rows up.
9:30-10:15- song worship, chapel speaker, quick hellos to friends on our way out (we're hearded like cattle at the end...and i think if someone yelled "FIRE" it'd be a perfect example of mob-mentality and i'd probably get trampled cuz of my shortness. needless to say, i have never yelled "FIRE")
10:15-12:00- I hang out, do homework, grab a bite to eat if i feel so moved...to be perfectly honest, i always want to go back to my room for a nap, but it never really works out like that...
12:00-1:15- Stats class. ugh. this is the epitome of terrible in my day. well its mixed feelings cuz i sit with some fun kids. so this class consists of half-listening, teaching myself the problems, passing notes to the kids to my left or right and laughing at the dumb baseball boys and their immature humor haha.
1:15-1:30- i walk from McNally to Sutherland, either with a friend or on the phone. or FAKE on the phone...but thats in case i'm passing someone i don't want to talk to, i just pretend to be in the middle of a super deep conversation so they feel bad for doing/saying anything more than a simple nod or wave in my direction. its foolproof. then when i get to Sutherland I talk to Liam. he's my friend. our classes are right next to eachother. he helps me with spanish homework sometimes. which cuts it close cuz...
1:30-2:45- Spanish! y me gusta este clase mucho. we do lots of talking in spanish...always good in a language class. My profesora likes me a lot and calls me "Susana." I have good friends in that class, and i love the language so good times all around.
2:45-7:00- this is my biggest gap of time EVER. besides when i sleep. I am normally pretty hungry at this time, cuz if i didn't eat before stats...i haven't eaten all day. but I don't want to eat at 3, cuz then by the time all my friends want to eat dinnner, i will have already eaten. *sigh* So i grab a fruitsnack pack from my room, gulp some juice, and maaaybe have some honey-mustard pretzels (i just had to re-type that word like 4 times to get the correct spelling...). Anyways...i do my homework for my next class and find a friend to have dinner with. then I head over to Business 207
7:00-9:50- Criminology class! WOOHOO! this is why i picked wednesdays...so i could tell you about my favoritest class and profesor EVER. She's a Probation Officer (what I wanna do) with kids in LA. we basically sit for close to three hours talking about crime, gangs, punishments, laws, and lots and lots of stories from her and other classmates. its amazing. i ask lots of questions. cuz it fascinates me to no end. pretty ridiculous =)
10:00-12:00-If my teacher isn't too tired, me and another girl will chill afterwards and talk about life, relationships, the job, the stress, the joys of life...everything basically. I was included in this talk inadvertantly a few weeks ago, and i am so blessed by it! I love Miss G (my prof) SO much. she's super awesome and real.
12:00-who knows when- I go back to my room, get ready for bed, eat some more random food, talk to the roomies about any random experience...or not so random. sometimes i just talk about whatever... if i have hw due the next day, try to work on it, check email, facebook etc...chat online and then fall asleep with my phone out texting one of two friends. (we enjoy late-night texting haha)

There you go. thats my day. tis wonderful, and i love it. Wednesdays are my fav!
any questions, let me know...i'll be here all week...actually year. well forever if we're being completely candid. love.

no homework!?

I know, I know...how could there be NO homework! and the truth of the matter is, there IS homework. i COULD read the syllabus far in advance and do all my reading for the next million weeks...OR spend time updating my blog. i chooooose...hmm this is hard...ok, the latter. But to be equally as truthful, I don't have anything due today. so I figure if tomorrow doesn't come, why should I have done extra homework? this is why I take one day at a time. Brilliant, if you ask me.



But since you didn't (ask me, that is)...I shall resort to talking about other things. Like my life.



Facts:

1. I love my job. I wonder how some people wake up in the morning and dread going into work EVERY day. can't even imagine. Yes, sometimes I get tired of the endless service of people who think my sole purpose for exsistence is to make sure that their steak comes out medium rare and not well done. But seriously, my job is like one of those puzzles. I am given clues, a problem to solve, the tools to do it and all i have to do is figure out which tools fix which problem and how to make the most money off of it. and i enjoy the challenge. and the money, if we're being completely candid =)

and through all of the good-natured mocking of my beliefs (Oh suzy, you're going to spend your weekends knocking on doors and telling people about Jesus), the powdered-sugar fights (that cook has it coming to him...) and the teasing of my personality (Suzy you're like one of those dolls with a string that you pull on the back and she just starts talking and doesn't stop)...i think they kinda like me deep down =)



2. I love my school. and i mean, with not a class before 10:30 am, no class on friday's and friends in every class...how could i not!? And speaking of classes...i have one starting in twenty minutes. bleh. which means I may need to cut this post short. or just archive it and come back later. yes, thats what I'll do. so this portion up to this point was written prior to 12 noon, that which follows will be at a later date =)

aaaaaand I'm back! it is now the next day and turns out i DID have homework to do...i just forgot. and I know that sounds lame, but it seriously is the worst feeling ever. I was all excited cuz I thought I had finished it all, didn't even cross my mind to do 10 verb conjugations for spanish... and i was so ignorantly celebratory. *sigh* maybe I should invest in a day planner.

I am actually going to wrap this up because if not it will probably never get posted.

But on a more spiritual note... I have really been encouraged lately by a good friend and some close family to really keep in mind the promises of God. I get so discouraged sometimes when I feel that my value and my worth are not very high. and that is when i'm looking at how my circumstances aren't producing tangible evidence of how much I matter. And it gets me down. But God has laid out so many promises for me in His Word and I am going to share a few with you.
-Daughter, I am with you wherever you go. (Gen 28:15)
-I will never let you go, even when you are walking through you're darkest valleys (matt redman song: You Never Let Go)
-If you were the only person on the earth I STILL would have come and died for you.
-You are beautiful because I made you, and you are Mine. and I never make mistakes (from You are Special by Max Lucado)
-There is now no condemnation for you, if you walk after the Spirit and live as I did. (Romans 8:1)
-if the ocean were ink, the sky a scroll and someone wrote from the beginning of time to the end, it would not come close to describing the love I have for you. (the hymn: The love of God)

if only i can remember these all the time.

blessings xoxo

just breathe

tears silently stream down my cheeks.

my heart is breaking...although the reason seems trivial enough.

"get up and try again! you'll make it this time!" is the phrase my ears are tired of hearing.

if they can say it so easily, why can't i?

how many times can my soul be told no before it crumbles into a muddled, trampled mess on the floor.

they don't know. can't possibly understand how this hurts my heart.

they said i'm a valued member of their community.

why do i feel so lost?

it is a passion. it speaks to me. i want to share it with the world...and they said no.

there are more talented people than me, people who spend hours a day perfecting their talent.

and then there's me. but can't my passion make up for the lack of perfection? apparently not.

i wanted them to say, "suzy, you're what we're looking for because we can tell you love this, your God and the people you want to serve."

but instead i hear, "well this won't work out, but if you want to take a class on it..."

a class. as though someone could write it in a book and make a powerpoint lecture out of it.

sure, technique can always be polished. but a class? for my heart's desire?

i guess anything's possible these days

my biggest question though, tugging at my heart, is how did i misunderstand God?

didn't he open these doors? didn't he bless me with these gifts? this heart?

how could it all work out SO WELL, but then fall apart like a house of cards.

i feel myself getting jaded.

no more opportunites for them to shut me down.

if they want me they'll have to come up and ask.

no more of this me thinking i have something to offer and them politely telling me i was wrong.

i want to have patience. i want to believe the words "suzy, God has something for you...just wait"

i don't want your pity. no feeling sorry for me.

i want a hug.

someone to share my pain with me.

to acknowledge how bad it hurts me, even if they don't understand.

staples and cardstock

Oh fair summer, to where have you flown?
my lazy days and lack of responsibility will soon be over, and once again I will be overwhelmed with the cascade of real life. my head is pulled all different directions. annoyed. excited. overwhelmed. not challenged enough. but overall, it is utterly content.

As one from the greater AC metropolis of the midwest might know, California (while exquisite in beauty and bustling city life...) is far on the outskirts of anywhere it might currently be "happening." but my short self, void of proper social exposure and fellowship, emptied my bank account to invest in my relationships from afar. and, here is the result.

This is me and a bunch of girls for a bachelorette party for Kirsten Sauder-Wiegand. I was blessed to be able to hang out with all these girls even though i wasn't part of the wedding and was just "tagging along." But we had a blast dressing up in 80's outfits and making a fun dinner and just being girls!

and



These are the proof that an amazing, nostalgic lego-playing, odyssey-listening evening ACTUALLY took place. and it was epic. We had spent an evening earlier that week quoting Adventures in Odyssey, and decided right then and there we were going to play Legos and listen to our favorite, quotable episodes! It was a blast and definitely brought back memories of our childhood days. it was great to see how many of us have similar experiences. our parents must have all shopped Focus on the Family!




This is me and Kiera Stieglitz (Shane and Laura's daughter) and we had so much fun. she is learning how to talk and her vocabulary is expanding rapidly. I think the country is a great place to raise children, as there are so many interesting things to find on a farm!

and Last but not least, here is home sweet home for me.

The mountains, the sky, the music, the experience. fully california. it encompasses what I have come to know and love. this is my life. I can travel the world over, find amazing places, meet phenomenal people, but coming back home is what brings joy to my heart. Who knows where God is going to take me in the future, and I am open to wherever that may be. But until then, why not love where i'm at!?

Come visit any time.

Oh, and a taste of what's to come. i am starting school next week. and the adventure begins again!

There is Always Life after Death for a Child of God

He started with nothing but a wife, a daughter, a dream, a hard work ethic and a strong faith in God.
and that's where his adult life began.

I entered it after his hard work had paid off, his dreams and prayers were fulfilled far beyond what he could have imagined, his family had grown and his faith in God had not wavered.

He didn't have prestige or fame, but he had titles that meant the world to him and those around him: Husband. Dad. Brother. Uncle. Boss. and most significant to me, Grandpa.

Even though he lived miles and hours away from me, he played a big role in my life. his example of faithfulness in small things, faithfulness in marriage, faithfulness in God...have all impacted me more than I realize.


(Grandpa and Grandma, Alaska 2006)

His love for music and his encouragement to get me started in playing violin are two things that I will hold near to my heart forever especially as they play out in my life.

His health was never 100%, but that didn't stop him from working, playing, leading, singing or praying. His body deteriorated, but his heart and soul belonged to the Lord. He was a fighter, and proved it up until his last breaths upon this earth.

As I sat by his hospital bed, taking in the sight of this once-strong man, now frail and weak, struggling with each breath, a host of memories and thoughts washed over me. Oh how I would miss the sweet gruff voice tell me, when I was in a huff about something, "Now suzy, don't go away mad...just go away."
How my heart longed to once more see him pick up his worn fiddle and by memory play with Grandma, "Now has come the Time of Parting" or "I'll be somewhere listening" and watch him sway with the music.
deep in thought, I barely noticed his hand reach toward me from the bed, and when I placed my small hand in his big, gnarly one, he squeezed it tight and didn't let go.
I flashed back to being a little girl, grabbing grandpa's hand as we skipped out to the car with my brother and he'd say, "here we go, suzy and joe!"

("Freeze for a picture Grandpa!" it was
a typical Grandpa-caught-off-guard face!)

Tears filled my eyes. What precious memories. How I wanted to re-live them again. For him to regain strength and come back to us.

But how could I want him to stay here on earth when he was SO close to heaven! peace suddenly flooded my whole being as I realized how incredibly blessed my Grandpa was! in a matter of days he was going to be seeing Jesus face to face. Talking with God, walking on the streets of gold, and maybe even striking up a song on the violin with the heavenly hosts! I was jealous.

Time will pass, the grief will subside, but the memories will linger, along with the heritage and legacy that he has left for his family, friends and church community. A minister from my grandpa's home church put it well. He said that Grandpa was a pillar of faith who had stood strong for many years, serving God faithfully, working toward the goal of eternal life for the past sixty-some years.

I learned a lot about death this past week. But it wasn't how devastating the loss could be...it was how God can be glorified in the passing of a Soldier of Faith from this sad, dark, hurting world to a place where there are no more tears, suffering or night.

Praise be to God for his unspeakable mercies and lovingkindness.... His praise will continually be on my lips....

and they called it young love.

downtown st. paul. the landmark center. three friends touring.

this was the setting.

we had been walking around, enjoying the historical, restored beauty of a building. we were avidly reading the signs and placards about the famous courtcases that took place in the building. Alvin "Creepy" Karpis (one of the most famous #1 most wanted, who actually went to Alcatraz prison). John Dillinger, and his fiancee. and several more. the history was astounding. the experience quaint.


we (it was only me, actually) were lamenting not having brought a camera to document the trip. but little did we know what adventures were in store for us that will only be held by our memories and one camera-phone picture.

near the end of our visit to the center, we came across a little display portraying the postal business also based out of the building. there were posters on the wall, and about eight old-school postal bags hanging under a glass slab. while my friends were reading the posters, i wandered to the bags to see if there was anything inside. the first one had a cardboard space-filler with a picture of old letters on it. slightly disappointed, i looked in the second one. but this one had a few REAL letters and a postcard or two on top! slipping my hand down into the bag, between the glass, i snatched the letters. i called the friends over, and showed them excitedly what i had discovered.

it was a love letter. postmarked november 1929. i felt the excitement well up inside me at the possibility of holding history in my hands.


at first we weren't sure it was real, thinking someone just wanted to make it look realistic. but as we looked in the other bags, there were more letters. from the same year, from the same people.
the next 45 minutes were spent reading and discovering more letters. they were from different times of year, extending into 1930. as we read bits and pieces, we tried to fit together the puzzle of the lives of two young lovers. each letter held declarations of love that to our movie- and book-jaded ears felt so simple and sweet.

here is their story:
to skip, love rube. planning a june wedding in november. she lived in washington, he in oregon. their love was strong. they missed each other like the desert misses the rain. they eloped. deciding to keep it a secret they wrote every day as husband and wife, hours and miles drive apart. they continued planning their wedding for june...for family appearances. phrases like, "there is not even one tiny piece of my heart that i could possibly give to anyone else" or "i miss you more than i ever thought i could miss anything in the whole world" or "i cannot think of anything else but you." their flowery words and heart-felt sentiments were a symbolic beacon for eachother, as they passed the time apart, waiting for the future. they asked advice on daily living and decisions and discussed their innermost thoughts and feelings. we were let in on a little sliver of two lives, witnessing the story that shaped their hearts and lives. i was giddy with excitement to discover the each fun detail of their daily living. it was like an old carol lombard/clark gable film. but for reals. it was touching. we were captivated.

oh to have this kind of undying love. a devotion that bound their hearts together forever. a secret that shaped their early years of marriage. a story that would be passed down for generations. and one that has touched lives of complete strangers, touring a museum.

skip and rube will never know that we read these letters, but their devotion is an example to me of the selfless and undying love of a man and his woman. in another parallel, it reminded me of how i am loved by the Man in my life right now. He rejoices over me (zeph 3:17) and i am His. how often do i tend to lose sight of the precious words of promise and lavishing He has for me. it becomes common-place. a little cliche to hear and give the words of love. but i want to be like skip and rube, declaring love and recieving love with abandon. no reservations. i know for a fact He deserves it. and i am coming to believe i am worthy of it as well. Thank you, my King for loving me.

"...but the greatest of these is love"
1 cor 13:13

life. summer. UPDATES!

I cannot believe the time that has passed, the occasions i think about sitting down to write, and i just don't. So here is a mini-update on my life.

i have finished my first semester at biola, and i loved it so much.it is now summer which means work, traveling and other fun stuff. we had a family vacation with 8 of us for the first time. what fun new dynamics =).i just got back from an amazing trip to mexico.it was the first time i never took pictures or had a sad goodbye.it was as if its just another visiting place and i'll be back for SURE.i fall in love with it everytime.the june gloom is just now fading into beautiful california summer.i love it.i am very content with where God has me in life.and i can see his hand in all parts of my life.

here's some pics from the family vaca:


(back row: joey. johny. amy. krissa. jim. mumzy
front row: me. dad.)



(me.johnny.amy)

just a little story:
So being at the mercy of the random selection for serving on our county's jury, i was summoned to appear in the second week of classes starting back in february.

unable to tear myself away from academic achievement for that long, I regretfully called in and asked to postpone it until june.


(me. regretful of not serving when they summoned)

I strategically picked a date that would land between my 10-day family vacation and my regualr summer Mexico trip. genius, right? i thought so. well my date came around, and as my summons said, i was available between the two dates, spanning a week. no longer, though. what i DIDN'T know was that you call in everyday until they need you. THEN your service starts. *sigh* well i went in and addressed a very disgruntled jury-service woman. and i told her that being a victim of our messed up system, that i would not be able to appear for seven working days following this day, and if she could please help me. just to have a little bit of mercy, because this trip was important to me.

To which she responded, "and thats my problem, why?" ugh. remind me NEVER to be a government employee. it might make me mean and jaded. so anyways. she told me to call as soon as i was back from mexico. i did. they wanted me. the lady said, sorry, you're at the mercy of the judge now. So i prayed lots and felt slightly stressed that i wouldn't be able to get out of serving. tragically i have aNOTHER trip planned for later this week and so i am really hoping this all works out. i have a back up or two if they can't be reasonable:
1. Vengeance is the Lords...he will repay.
2. tell them my theory: if the defendent made it this far already, even if he's not guilty for this, he must be guilty for SOMETHING. so i go "guilty" every time.
3. i am a criminal justice student at at private Christian university.
bailiff calls. we file in. hear ten other people's hardships on why they can't serve. i am the last. my heart is pounding. i stumble over calling him "sir" or "your honor." i don't trust my voice. it sounds more confident than i feel. i tell the judge my problem. he laughs. my stomach drops. he asks if i can postpone my trip by a week. feeling a burst of confidence, i try being witty. "its a non-refundable ticket, and i am but a poor college student, sir...err. your honor." the coutroom erupts in snickers from fellow jurors, judge and council alike. the judge pulls council up to consider requests. my heart is pounding. will they let me off? i watch their faces for positive signs. they all nod. judge returns to his leather thrown behind his "Judge Pluim" plaque. he looks right at me and says "Suzanne K, you are hereby excused from serving on this jury. thank you for your service and willingness to join us today." my hear soars.

i walk out in a daze.
and they say there isn't proof of a God. ha.

they were so wrong.

xoxo.

Reunions.

God is good. And works in amazing, mysterious ways.
A while back I had a post about my great Uncle, Bill, and his friend Gene. I wrote about witnessing and facilitating their tearful reunion after many years. That in and of itself was a miracle. http://suzyklotzle.blogspot.com/2008/11/faith-of-our-fathers.html

As our late friend, Paul Harvey would say, "And now...the rest of the story."

This last friday, Bill passed on into Glory, to be forever with His Lord. After over 8 decades of a full, godly life, God called him peacefully Home. He hadn't been in very good health the past few months, and although it was hard to say goodbye, Bill was ready to go. He died in his home, surrounded by family who loved him. God is good. As any who knew Bill would attest, he loved people. From his buddies at McDonalds to his grandkids; His life insurance clients to his church family, Bill didn't know a stranger. And he was loved by all who knew him.

Anyways....
My mom called me this week asking if I knew where Gene lived so she could tell him about Bill's passing. I couldn't remember exactly, so she decided to go knocking on doors. At the first one she went to, no one answered, so she went next door. A younger man answered the door and my mom asked him if he knew where Gene lived. He said that Gene lived next door, but unfortunately, he had passed away this past Friday.

This was the same day that Uncle Bill went Home too.

And if they thought this reunion in my Pasadena driveway was joyful, it was nothing compared to the one they had on the streets of gold, at the feet of Jesus. I can only imagine.
God is good.

xoxo

"The True Confessions of Suzanne Klotzle"

not every 19 year old girl has transferred too many times, adapted and actually thrived fairly well. But I am just such a girl, and my story is worth relating. You see, I didn't know that fateful day that when i stepped my not-so-dainty, converse-clad foot on this adventureland they call a college campus, that my life would NEVER be the same again. Had any mouth told me, i would have never believed them. Had any dictionary defined it, I would have laughed. But now, i can only tell you with a solemn affirmation that only comes from direct and personal experience, how deeply this journey has affected me. And be warned, this is no story of "A bad boy" nor of "What Katy Did." But in it contains content that will rival the very stories of the Dread Pirate Roberts. And with that, I begin my tale.


I would continue as such, but alas... you just can't tell a story of a college in "Charlotte Doyle" style!

Ahhh the updates. I tell you, so much has happened in the month or so since i posted last.
First of all, I am halfway through my semester, and have finished up three of my five midterms. This week is "Missions Conference" Where we have wednesday-friday off of classes, but we go to seminars, sessions, global awareness country walk-throughs. I am actually going to be "acting" in one of these country sketches. I am representing Burma with a few other people, and we talk about what is happening over in that country. It should be interesting.
I wish i had pictures to share, but I just don't! I have been too busy LIVING my social life, instead of documenting it! Too bad for you, you'll just have to come visit me!

I have been getting along with my roommate quite well. And we have fun being girls and laughing late into the night about dumb stuff! Oh and if you think that college has lost its drama, think again. It is just like high school, all over again. but with kids who think they're drama is legit and justified. and being the expert transfer student, i get tossed in the middle of it and try not to get too involved =D (yeah right!) As my favorite line goes: When drama comes knocking, there is nothing to do but open the door and welcome it in!"

In any case, I have learned that i LOVE the academic integrity here. The professors are so dedicated to my education and it makes going to class easier, and i have found I don't dread each monday. (except that my first class starts at 8. I've reminded myself not to be ambitious when planning next semester's schedule...10:30 DOESN'T mean i'm lazy, it means i'm smart!)

And people ask me if i can sleep ok, and let me bring peace to your worried minds... i can sleep just dandy. I have found that when one doesn't turn in until past....their previous curfews..they tend to be able to sleep anywhere. and quite soundly.

Hmm...what else to say. OH YES! I work at the mimi's in Downey, about fifteen minutes..with no traffic. which happens to be never on the 5. So, its about half hour... I love it immensley, and I am able to practice my spanish, which is exciting. And aside from my new manager reminding me that i'm only there as a favor to my old manager, they have accepted me quite finely.

Well, i hope that the update satisfies you for a little bit. I really shoudl stay on my writing. but with keeping a regular journal, and journals for two classes, an extra copy of my life story just doesn't seem necessary until it becomes published...

changes!!!!!

AHH! I can't believe its been so long since I've written! And things have completely changed for me. I finished finals at Cal Poly, and they were my LAST finals there. I had a very busy Christmas time with lots of family and friends that extended well into the new year! I may add more pictures of that later, but it seems as though you would all be interested in my newest endeavor! A NEW COLLEGE! In case you are just joining me on my journey, I have transferred to Biola University, which is a private University about 45 min from my house in La Mirada, CA. I DO live on campus here, and am loving it! Actually, as i sit here in my dorm room, waiting to go to my crime technology class, I am really thanking God for the doors he opened. So, here are pictures with some narration.

This is Simon, all packed [there actually ended up being
several more boxes than wouldn't fit, so it took a few trips.]




This is the hall that I live in. It is called: Hope Hall.
I live in Hope South. I am on the fourth floor, and
my window is the second one from the left of the pillars.
It is the biggest hall, i believe, and looks more like a hotel
outside and inside. We actually have key cards! And it
does extend to the right the same amount as is shown here.




This is the name of Hope South 4th floor:
The Attic
My room is right there to the left.




This is my roommates side of the room.
Her name is Jamie, and she is pretty great.
We have spent some late nights just talking
and getting to know eachother. She is very sweet
and a very godly girl. God definitely loves me!
She also keeps her side of the room pretty neat
and it inspires me to keep mine tidy as well =]
For those of you who know me well, this is quite
an interesting challange.




This is my bed. They are "captain" height
which works for the dressers to fit underneath
but I have to jump to get into it at night =]
I am getting more things on the wall, but this
was taken RIGHT when i moved my stuff in.




So in the rooms, we each have a wardrobe and
desk in addition to the bed, bookshelf and dresser.
It happens to be more than enough room
especially if you include the other empty space
under the bed! I found out that you can decorate
quite a bit, and i've already moved around my
furniture! I'll get more updated pics a little later!



This is the fountain near the center of campus.
There are people there most of the day who
talk, study, play guitar, and just hang out.
It is quite the social spot, so i don't go there
if i have some real studying to do. =]



This is the bell Tower. Those are real
bells and they do really play. They play
at 9:30, noon and one other time, but
i'm not sure when it is. Sometimes at
noon they play hymns instead of just
chiming. But they are VERY loud, so
I try to avoid being RIGHT under them
when they go off =]

Little facts:
~Hope is a rival hall to Horton Hall which is where many
of my friends live. I just choose not to get involved in the dynamics!
~My friend does a segment on the Biola Radio station once a
week, and I was the guest last night =] We talked about
politics and how we view the country in light of what we
believe and what God says about nations and leaders! It was an experience!
~We are the EAGLES!!!! our colors are red and black [I just
found this out the other day!]
~The cafeteria serves icees and tater tots! It has completely
made my eating here quite enjoyable. I have had an icee at EVERY
meal so far! haha. its the little things =]
~Easy Mac and Instant oatmeal are essentials for late-night
snacks after the caf closes =]
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Anyways, there is a little update on my life, now you know where I am!
This transition has been VERY smooth considering all the changes and
that I am joining the middle of the year! But if you could just pray that
God continues to smooth the path before me as I begin to form and build
relationships. That I can continually keep my eyes on Him and that this time
in my life can be shaped and grown and strengthened!
Thank you all for your love and support! Its a lot of fun!

xoxo

heartcry

sometimes, i think far too much. i go over and over in my head...like a broken record, trying to find a little piece of a situation i might have missed. that maybe if i re-think it ten million times, what i did wrong or what i could have done differently will somehow magically appear and i'll be able to have closure. is that all i'm searching for? closure? but for what... i am convinced now, that all i really want is for me to feel ok and comfortable. a wise friend once told me that we are taught today to run and hide from hurt. it is so important to me to assuage my wounds. make them go away. find "closure" so that i stop hurting. but this isn't the journey i'm on. God isn't there for me just to be my red-cross nurse, staunching my open wounds after a battle. he needs to be my buddy, fighting along side me, holding me and letting me cry on his shoulder when i recount all my losses.
i just can't wrap my head around allowing myself to hurt, but to place into gentle, capable hands. will that really help me feel any better than thinking myself dizzy?
isn't it interesting that sometimes we want to know so bad...and then when we find out, it devestates us to no end. what is that in us that makes us want to know the depth of the brokenness? i would be open to hearing what you think about this.
i don't mean for this to be an "emo" blog...but i have been thinking myself crazy these past weeks and am learning slowly that hurt doesn't need to be swept under the rug. and maybe closure is a selfish thing... maybe its not my privilagage or secret to know.

somewhere in the back of my mind i hear the gentle voice whisper through my whirlwind of thoughts, "my ways are beyond your ways..." and i can barely hear it because i am so sure that i know whats best. afterall, it is my life. i do live it everyday. ha. but he created it. sometimes it makes me laugh to see how blinded i am.

God, hear my heart cry. i place my hurts, my fears, my desires, my confident attitude...all of it...in your hands. even if its hard to believe it right now, i choose to know that you care so much for me. i pray that i may learn to hear your consistent voice through my buzzing thoughts, to know that you have never left or forsaken me, but that i have muddled the airwaves with my self-centered pride.
thank you for second chances and for a love so great it chose me, with all my righteousness resembling something akin to dirty rags.

xoxo