2010:
1. Crystal straightened my hair and I thought it would look good with darker highlights…but I have yet to do that.
2. I had to start taking pills before eating dairy products…yay.
3. I started writing editorials.
4. I lived with two amazing girls, Brenda Romo and Marisol Miron. I didn’t know them very well at first but now they’re like my family =).
5. One night during finals I took a break from studying and me and Mari chased each other out of our room to the lounge and had a swordfight with our belts.
6. I went on Jenny Craig diet. It took ten pounds away from me and kept it.
7. I tutored people in Chicago to get ready for the citizenship test.
8. I saw Avatar in 3-D at the IMAX at Navy Pier.
9. I got diagnosed with celiac disease. Now I have to eat gluten free products and I’m one of those people that scrutinize food labels and need their stuff prepared in a separate dish.
10. I got a 92% on a speech. And I’m horrible at public speaking.
11. I visited the nice little town of Plano, IL several times and have no need to go there again.
12. I’ve learned to like vanilla almond milk.
13. I got my dog an ID tag for his collar, he probably hasn’t had one for five years and it’s a miracle that he hasn’t run off.
14. I went on an Eastern Caribbean cruise to Antigua, British & US Virgin Islands, and Puerto Rico.
15. I went snorkeling on the St. Thomas Island.
16. I got a manicure and a pedicure.
17. I learned that it feels weird to work out on a moving ship.
18. I declared a major in social work. And I’m way more passionate about that then I was with special education.
19. The faithful Wal Mart bike I’d had since second grade got stolen the last week of school since I never bothered to lock it. It was a piece of crap but it was like a constant in my life. But I have a bike that actually works now.
20. I had a job in maintenance that I had to wake up at 6:50 am two days a week for. That lasted for one semester.
21. But now I’m getting paid to writeJ.
22. I heard “Teenage Dream” read aloud in a scholarly voice like a poem by the old professor and an analysis of its theme. I can never listen to that song the same.
23. I hung out in the ARCC with Monica Brands and learned how to paint.
24. I probably wrote at least 40 papers.
25. I learned the art of all nighters; whether for fun or to write a paper.
26. I got to see and clean back rooms around the school that are usually locked.
27. I tie dyed two shirts with Brenda.
28. I carved a pumpkin.
29. I TPed and streamered Mari’s room on her birthday.
30. I went ice skating at Millennium Park.
31. I fed homeless people in Chicago.
32. I rode a CTA bus for the first time.
33. I went to Nonna’s in my dress, fake uggs, and northface after formal.
34. I saw Blindside, an amazing movie.
35. I observed people on Michigan Avenue and on the L for a sociology project.
36. I probably got blood drawn at least 5 times between donations and tests. But I only fainted once.
37. I participated in a 30 hour famine; abstaining from food & facebook.
38. I’m learning how to deal with failure.
39. I had a pillow fight in the dorm lounge.
40. I got through a chemistry course with a prof that barely spoke English. I had to read the book over and over again and teach myself.
41. I mopped locker room showers.
42. I filled out numerous job applications.
43. I met Meg Cabot in downtown Naperville with Kelly.
44. I learned how to navigate public transportation in Chicago.
45. I jousted in a shopping cart.
46. I went to the Holocaust museum.
47. I started to enjoy some country music.
48. I tried to give up chocolate for Lent and I made it a little over half way through.
49. I broke my online shopping virginity…buying textbooks on Amazon. That’s the only online shopping I’ll do.
50. I started Wii Fit workouts.
51. I wheeled around a campus in a manual wheelchair for my social work class.
52. I started taking Spanish again after a four year break.
53. I was a guest host for admissions.
54. I went to a glow stick dance.
55. I went down a carnival slide and played inflatable games.
56. I hung in out in the children’s section of the library with Kelly and we relived our childhoods.
57. I played in a playground at a Palos elementary school with Yesenia.
58. I was in a flour fight.
59. I went to a roller rink.
60. It was the first year I sat in my room and did homework like all day on Halloween.
61. I voted in my first election.
62. I started a blog.
63. I’m learning how to knit.
64. I let my brain hurt through a semester of philosophy. And I’m doing it again next semester.
65. I learned to be more open minded about other people’s views and lifestyles and to see things from different people’s perspectives.
66. I had my first and only gas station taco.
67. I had 10 minute conservation with a Catholic priest about differences with Protestantism.
68. I went to a root beer kegger.
69. I visited a monastery with Monica and went to an interesting prayer service there.
70. I keep learning that I need to stop second guessing myself on quizzes…but I need to apply that knowledge on future quizzes.
71. I got kicked out of the library several times when I stayed there until it closed. That’s like an ultimate nerd alert.
72. I almost got the point of being able to do APA citations in my sleep.
73. I learned about the importance of good communication skills.
74. I stargazed in the baseball field and listened to Christine tell Greek mythology stories about the stars.
75. I packed school supply kits with children in Haiti with special needs kids at Elim.
76. I contributed to making a 6 ft tall Christmas tree from empty pop cans.
77. I slept through the second Illinois earthquake of my life.
78. I got a George Foreman grill.
79. I went to a speakeasy party and a medieval faire put on the by the history club.
80. I want to a task force meeting on ways to improve pedestrian and biking safety in Palos Heights.
81. I donated blood twice. Another time I got deferred for lack of iron.
82. I made of a bucket list of 100 things I want to do before I die. So far I’ve done like five of them.
83. I played live mafia.
84. I played heads up seven up for the first time since elementary school. I played it for the first time using Spanish words.
85. I had many philosophical discussions with different people.
86. I jumped in the leaves.
87. I took the Meyers Brigg personality test several times like I’ve been doing since my sophomore year of high school. I also get INFP but one time this year I got INFJ.
88. Whole Foods became my BFF.
89. I saw 3 gospel choir performances.
90. I got my first henna tattoo.
91. I played apples to apples
92. I made paper snowflakes.
93. I crossed 59 with Kiley like we did all the time the summer of ’09.
94. I got contacts.
95. I went cosmic bowling twice.
96. I stayed up til 2 am with Crystal watching movies one night.
97. I played in the snow.
98. I’ve done things I never I thought I’d do having faith it will work out.
99. I became more self confident.
100. I was ready for a fresh start in 2011.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Saturday, December 25, 2010
I hate grades
I hate grades. Why are there arbitrary letters and numbers to measure success? And is success really something that can be measured? All it shows is how well you did on one particular group of things at one particular time by one person’s judgment. There can be so many things that can get in your way. Like that teacher that won’t give more than two A’s a class. Or you’re so stressed that you just can’t focus on the test. Or you tried to take a test when you were sick. Different teachers, schools, classes, different everything measures it in different ways. Like in one class a 94 can be a B and in another class it could be an A. A 79 could be a C+ for one class and a D+ for another. How do getting 79 percent of the points go from average and really close to above average to just barely passing?
I’ve reached the point where I’m just tired of it. I love to learn. And I’m not afraid of working hard. Like I just want to take a class, learn as much as I can, work hard, and not see my grade at the end of it because I just don’t care. Like I don't mind writing a paper, in fact sometimes I might even enjoy it. But then someone with a Ph.D gets to stamp on a number based on how good he thinks it is. The paper I crank out the night before and BS my way through it might get an A. One I actually spent a couple of weeks writing and got proofread by a tutor might get a C.
One time when I was writing a paper at the coffee shop I overheard a study group next to me where someone was all, “I don’t care about that; I just want to know what’s on the test?”. And then someone else said, “That’s the problem with American students. All we care about is our grades. We pay all this money to get the grades but not too learn”. And that’s true. That’s all we care about is what’s on the test. We’re sitting in class learning great information and all we ask is, “Do we need to know this for the test?” We don’t care about discussions or interesting facts. And then of course there’s the test that you spend hours upon hours studying for and nothing you studied is on the test, leaving you with intense frustration.
I used to be one of those students very focused on grades. If it was a class I thought I was good at like English or social studies, I’d get so mad at myself over a B+. Even in math and science I would still try everything to get a B and be a little disappointed if I fell short and got a C. I continued this into my freshman year of high school, and at some point during my sophomore year, probably when grades started being posted online, I just gradually starting giving up. The stress was just too much, and I saw that I couldn’t be perfect. I was mad at myself for my first semester in high school’s GPA of a 3.2. But at that point by junior year I was just so focused on maintaining a 3.0, which was good enough for me if it wasn’t for others. But even that was a struggle. I thought I’d do decent going to an obscure, small Christian college I’d never heard and found on the internet that wasn’t selective in admissions at all. And little did I know about the skewed grading scales and all the smart people there.
What if there wasn’t this whole focus on grades? I think grades can just be this whole competition thing. There are people that can never be satisfied with an A-. Yet other people struggle to get their C. It just becomes a number game of how can be the best at each stupid assignment. A GPA is just a stupid number, it shouldn’t define your self esteem but sometimes it does. My high school was super competitive on class rank. A 3.2 was in the bottom half. I don’t think it had anything to do with grade inflation. It was because I just lived in a city filled with A listers. There were students who could take four honors classes and get weighted A’s in all of them. Everything focused on success. In school we all compete over grades. In life, we just start competing in our careers. Who can make the most money and who can have the biggest house and the nicest car. And then that’s when some people will cheat to get ahead. Students are struggling with their grades and decide that a peek on the test next to them won’t hurt. Collabarating on an assignment that’s supposed to be done independently is no big deal; whatever has to be done to get ahead. And then that just starts bad habits. It continues in the real world. People continue cheating to get ahead. Enron lied about their profits. Martha Stuart traded secrets in the stock market. Everyone is just trying to reach an arbitrary measure of success. What if people cared more about other things? What if honesty and compassion were valued more than success and intelligence?
I’m not saying grades are completely bad. They teach you to work hard. They can get you into good schools and get you scholarships and help you keep scholarships. But I think the system could use improvement.
"The crippling of individuals I consider the worst evil of capitalism. Our whole educational system suffers from this evil. An exaggerated competitive attitude is inculcated into the student, who is trained to worship acquisitive success as a preparation for his future career." Albert Einstein
I’ve reached the point where I’m just tired of it. I love to learn. And I’m not afraid of working hard. Like I just want to take a class, learn as much as I can, work hard, and not see my grade at the end of it because I just don’t care. Like I don't mind writing a paper, in fact sometimes I might even enjoy it. But then someone with a Ph.D gets to stamp on a number based on how good he thinks it is. The paper I crank out the night before and BS my way through it might get an A. One I actually spent a couple of weeks writing and got proofread by a tutor might get a C.
One time when I was writing a paper at the coffee shop I overheard a study group next to me where someone was all, “I don’t care about that; I just want to know what’s on the test?”. And then someone else said, “That’s the problem with American students. All we care about is our grades. We pay all this money to get the grades but not too learn”. And that’s true. That’s all we care about is what’s on the test. We’re sitting in class learning great information and all we ask is, “Do we need to know this for the test?” We don’t care about discussions or interesting facts. And then of course there’s the test that you spend hours upon hours studying for and nothing you studied is on the test, leaving you with intense frustration.
I used to be one of those students very focused on grades. If it was a class I thought I was good at like English or social studies, I’d get so mad at myself over a B+. Even in math and science I would still try everything to get a B and be a little disappointed if I fell short and got a C. I continued this into my freshman year of high school, and at some point during my sophomore year, probably when grades started being posted online, I just gradually starting giving up. The stress was just too much, and I saw that I couldn’t be perfect. I was mad at myself for my first semester in high school’s GPA of a 3.2. But at that point by junior year I was just so focused on maintaining a 3.0, which was good enough for me if it wasn’t for others. But even that was a struggle. I thought I’d do decent going to an obscure, small Christian college I’d never heard and found on the internet that wasn’t selective in admissions at all. And little did I know about the skewed grading scales and all the smart people there.
What if there wasn’t this whole focus on grades? I think grades can just be this whole competition thing. There are people that can never be satisfied with an A-. Yet other people struggle to get their C. It just becomes a number game of how can be the best at each stupid assignment. A GPA is just a stupid number, it shouldn’t define your self esteem but sometimes it does. My high school was super competitive on class rank. A 3.2 was in the bottom half. I don’t think it had anything to do with grade inflation. It was because I just lived in a city filled with A listers. There were students who could take four honors classes and get weighted A’s in all of them. Everything focused on success. In school we all compete over grades. In life, we just start competing in our careers. Who can make the most money and who can have the biggest house and the nicest car. And then that’s when some people will cheat to get ahead. Students are struggling with their grades and decide that a peek on the test next to them won’t hurt. Collabarating on an assignment that’s supposed to be done independently is no big deal; whatever has to be done to get ahead. And then that just starts bad habits. It continues in the real world. People continue cheating to get ahead. Enron lied about their profits. Martha Stuart traded secrets in the stock market. Everyone is just trying to reach an arbitrary measure of success. What if people cared more about other things? What if honesty and compassion were valued more than success and intelligence?
I’m not saying grades are completely bad. They teach you to work hard. They can get you into good schools and get you scholarships and help you keep scholarships. But I think the system could use improvement.
"The crippling of individuals I consider the worst evil of capitalism. Our whole educational system suffers from this evil. An exaggerated competitive attitude is inculcated into the student, who is trained to worship acquisitive success as a preparation for his future career." Albert Einstein
Friday, November 19, 2010
What is Marriage
What is marriage?
Throughout history, in different cultures, and by different individuals, humans have had different opinions about what marriage is. Marriages have been for economic, social, political, and religious purposes. They have been both heterosexual and homosexual. They have been arranged by families and by the individuals. Some people prefer to have elaborate ceremonies, or others prefer to just go to the courthouse. Some people will marry to start families, for social status, to ease economic burdens, or to be with the person they love. Everyone has their own definition of marriage, and this can unfortunately make living together in a society complicated.
Marriage has been a subject of controversy in America. Until the 1967 Supreme Court case Loving vs. Virginia, interracial marriage was illegal in the United States. Forty five states currently define marriage as between a man and a woman. While five states and Washington DC only define it as between two people. The federal government previously only recognized heterosexual marriages, but this was ruled unconstitutional in July 2010. It was argued that marriage falls under the state’s jurisdiction and that it was denying a civil right.
Recently, many opposite sex couples are living together without getting married. According to the 2010 Census report, unmarried heterosexual couples cohabitating (living together yet unmarried) has increased by thirteen percent. Many of these people grew up in a generation where nearly half of marriages ended in divorce. I think marriage may be starting to mean less to some people, or that people are more hesitant to commit to marriage.
I do not believe that marriage should be a political institution. The government should recognize domestic partnerships between two people, and make marriage a personal affair. This should give couples the rights to share health insurance benefits, inherit property, hospital visitation, and all other benefits that are currently enjoyed by marriage. Those who are interested in marriage can still celebrate this with their families, friends, and churches. Marriage can become more of a social and religious institution rather than a political one. This way, everyone can keep their personal definition of marriage and have it recognized within their social circle. At the same time, everyone can have the rights provided by marriage. This supports the American ideal of equality while respecting all Americans’ beliefs regarding marriage.
I do not think it would be fair for the government to continue to recognize only heterosexual marriages and grant civil unions for same sex couples. I think that is like having a “separate but equal” institution and treating them as second class citizens. Under Jim Crowe laws in the 1960’s, it was not right to practice segregation with African Americans. Saying that same sex couples can have a civil union but not get married is almost like saying that children cannot not attend school with children of different races and therefore have to attend a “separate but equal school”.
As a country that values equality, we should give same sex couples the same rights as opposite sex couples. At the same time, everyone can define marriage for themselves. The Declaration of Independence states that all men are created equal, regardless of their sexual orientation, and therefore are entitled to liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
Throughout history, in different cultures, and by different individuals, humans have had different opinions about what marriage is. Marriages have been for economic, social, political, and religious purposes. They have been both heterosexual and homosexual. They have been arranged by families and by the individuals. Some people prefer to have elaborate ceremonies, or others prefer to just go to the courthouse. Some people will marry to start families, for social status, to ease economic burdens, or to be with the person they love. Everyone has their own definition of marriage, and this can unfortunately make living together in a society complicated.
Marriage has been a subject of controversy in America. Until the 1967 Supreme Court case Loving vs. Virginia, interracial marriage was illegal in the United States. Forty five states currently define marriage as between a man and a woman. While five states and Washington DC only define it as between two people. The federal government previously only recognized heterosexual marriages, but this was ruled unconstitutional in July 2010. It was argued that marriage falls under the state’s jurisdiction and that it was denying a civil right.
Recently, many opposite sex couples are living together without getting married. According to the 2010 Census report, unmarried heterosexual couples cohabitating (living together yet unmarried) has increased by thirteen percent. Many of these people grew up in a generation where nearly half of marriages ended in divorce. I think marriage may be starting to mean less to some people, or that people are more hesitant to commit to marriage.
I do not believe that marriage should be a political institution. The government should recognize domestic partnerships between two people, and make marriage a personal affair. This should give couples the rights to share health insurance benefits, inherit property, hospital visitation, and all other benefits that are currently enjoyed by marriage. Those who are interested in marriage can still celebrate this with their families, friends, and churches. Marriage can become more of a social and religious institution rather than a political one. This way, everyone can keep their personal definition of marriage and have it recognized within their social circle. At the same time, everyone can have the rights provided by marriage. This supports the American ideal of equality while respecting all Americans’ beliefs regarding marriage.
I do not think it would be fair for the government to continue to recognize only heterosexual marriages and grant civil unions for same sex couples. I think that is like having a “separate but equal” institution and treating them as second class citizens. Under Jim Crowe laws in the 1960’s, it was not right to practice segregation with African Americans. Saying that same sex couples can have a civil union but not get married is almost like saying that children cannot not attend school with children of different races and therefore have to attend a “separate but equal school”.
As a country that values equality, we should give same sex couples the same rights as opposite sex couples. At the same time, everyone can define marriage for themselves. The Declaration of Independence states that all men are created equal, regardless of their sexual orientation, and therefore are entitled to liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
If I Die Young
These are a lot of muddled thoughts in my head; I don’t expect you to understand.
This may seem morbid, but some recent events that I’ve heard about lately that haven’t affected me directly but have affected people I know have inspired this.
A body was found last night that is believed to be a girl who had been missing for over a week at NIU. I didn’t know her but I had heard her name before; she graduated the year after me at Neuqua. http://www.chicagobreakingnews.com/2010/10/dekalb-police-call-news-conference-in-missing-student-case.html
Last weekend, a junior at my high school was camping with his family and a tree branch fell on his head and killed him. Just like that, a tree branch randomly fell, hit just the right spot on the head, and a young life was lost.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/39738057/ns/local_news-chicago_il/
Last night, an act in Trollstock sang “If I Die Young”. That song just resonated with me. When I got back to my room, I searched the song on youtube and looked up the lyrics. The vocal range was just amazing. The band was actually singing something about life, not just random lyrics with a good dance beat. It might really think about life. Next, I saw a facebook status update about Toni Keller. I then typed her name into Google as I’ve done several times the past week to follow what was happening. My heart crushed when I read the news that human remains had been found.
This may seem cheesy and everyone says this. But right I’m just feeling this. You really never know how long you have on this earth. The lyrics said, “I’ve had just enough time”. If you were to die tomorrow, could you honestly say that you’d had enough time? We all have things we want to accomplish out of life. I made a bucket list of 100 things over the summer and so far I’ve only done three. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aw8W6hYGZ0E
The lyrics also said that life isn’t always what it should be; a mother should never have to bury her baby. That is just so true. You hear about a senseless tragedy and feel for the families who have to go through losing a child. A few weeks ago I saw a quote that really inspired me by Arthur Ashe, “If I were to say, God, why me? about the bad things, then I should have said, God, why me? about the good things that happened in my life”. I think it really takes a strong person to say that. I googled his name after I read this, and found that a lot of interesting things had happened in his life. He was a champion tennis player and considered this a blessing. He was an African American born in the late 1940’s and experienced discrimination. He was an activist for civil rights and protested the South African apartheid. Shortly after winning the Wimedelon, he suddenly had a heart attack, which seems unusual for an athlete in his thirties. This brought attention to world about genetic heart disease. He had to have two heart surgeries after that. In the 80’s he discovered he’d contracted HIV from the blood transfusions he received. This was at a time when not much was known about AIDS and there was a lot of prejudice around it. He died of AIDS related pneumonia around the age of fifty, leaving behind his wife and a young daughter. The fact that he didn’t question the bad things that happened in his life shows a lot of character. The average person questions and is even angry at God over life events. But to be able to accept with courage and look at your blessings is amazing strength.
Another point in the lyrics also say that people will listen to you when you're gone. Last Wednesday I wore purple because of all the gay students have died recently from hate crime or suicide. How many people did Hitler have to kill before people stepped in? How many people had to die of AIDS before people wanted to do something about it and drop the stigma. Sometimes you have to die to have a voice. You'd think people could listen to you when you're alive. People shouldn't have to die for things to change.
I don’t think there is anything that in the world that can justify or even lessen the pain from a tragedy. Every day life reminds that we live in a fallen world. But I think you have to remember that you are blessed with life. How you spend it is up to you.
This may seem morbid, but some recent events that I’ve heard about lately that haven’t affected me directly but have affected people I know have inspired this.
A body was found last night that is believed to be a girl who had been missing for over a week at NIU. I didn’t know her but I had heard her name before; she graduated the year after me at Neuqua. http://www.chicagobreakingnews.com/2010/10/dekalb-police-call-news-conference-in-missing-student-case.html
Last weekend, a junior at my high school was camping with his family and a tree branch fell on his head and killed him. Just like that, a tree branch randomly fell, hit just the right spot on the head, and a young life was lost.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/39738057/ns/local_news-chicago_il/
Last night, an act in Trollstock sang “If I Die Young”. That song just resonated with me. When I got back to my room, I searched the song on youtube and looked up the lyrics. The vocal range was just amazing. The band was actually singing something about life, not just random lyrics with a good dance beat. It might really think about life. Next, I saw a facebook status update about Toni Keller. I then typed her name into Google as I’ve done several times the past week to follow what was happening. My heart crushed when I read the news that human remains had been found.
This may seem cheesy and everyone says this. But right I’m just feeling this. You really never know how long you have on this earth. The lyrics said, “I’ve had just enough time”. If you were to die tomorrow, could you honestly say that you’d had enough time? We all have things we want to accomplish out of life. I made a bucket list of 100 things over the summer and so far I’ve only done three. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aw8W6hYGZ0E
The lyrics also said that life isn’t always what it should be; a mother should never have to bury her baby. That is just so true. You hear about a senseless tragedy and feel for the families who have to go through losing a child. A few weeks ago I saw a quote that really inspired me by Arthur Ashe, “If I were to say, God, why me? about the bad things, then I should have said, God, why me? about the good things that happened in my life”. I think it really takes a strong person to say that. I googled his name after I read this, and found that a lot of interesting things had happened in his life. He was a champion tennis player and considered this a blessing. He was an African American born in the late 1940’s and experienced discrimination. He was an activist for civil rights and protested the South African apartheid. Shortly after winning the Wimedelon, he suddenly had a heart attack, which seems unusual for an athlete in his thirties. This brought attention to world about genetic heart disease. He had to have two heart surgeries after that. In the 80’s he discovered he’d contracted HIV from the blood transfusions he received. This was at a time when not much was known about AIDS and there was a lot of prejudice around it. He died of AIDS related pneumonia around the age of fifty, leaving behind his wife and a young daughter. The fact that he didn’t question the bad things that happened in his life shows a lot of character. The average person questions and is even angry at God over life events. But to be able to accept with courage and look at your blessings is amazing strength.
Another point in the lyrics also say that people will listen to you when you're gone. Last Wednesday I wore purple because of all the gay students have died recently from hate crime or suicide. How many people did Hitler have to kill before people stepped in? How many people had to die of AIDS before people wanted to do something about it and drop the stigma. Sometimes you have to die to have a voice. You'd think people could listen to you when you're alive. People shouldn't have to die for things to change.
I don’t think there is anything that in the world that can justify or even lessen the pain from a tragedy. Every day life reminds that we live in a fallen world. But I think you have to remember that you are blessed with life. How you spend it is up to you.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
My Favorite Things
1. the Bible
2. dogs
3. laughter
4. my laptop
5. diet coke
6. shoes
7. trees
8. politics
9. working out
10. rainbows
2. dogs
3. laughter
4. my laptop
5. diet coke
6. shoes
7. trees
8. politics
9. working out
10. rainbows
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
This Shows How I Feel Right Now
"Let Go"-BarlowGirl
Yeah I trust in You
I remember times You led me
This time it's bigger now
And I'm afraid You'll let me down
But how can I be certain?
Will You prove Yourself again?
[Chorus:]
'Cause I'm about to let go
And live what I believe
I can't do a thing now
But trust that You'll catch me
When I let go
When I let go
What is this doubt in me
Convincing me to fear the unknown
When all along You've shown
Your plans are better than my own
And I know I won't make it
If I do this all alone
I don't know where I'm going or what I want next. I need to take my hands off the wheel sometimes.
He mush became greater. I must became less-John 3:30
Yeah I trust in You
I remember times You led me
This time it's bigger now
And I'm afraid You'll let me down
But how can I be certain?
Will You prove Yourself again?
[Chorus:]
'Cause I'm about to let go
And live what I believe
I can't do a thing now
But trust that You'll catch me
When I let go
When I let go
What is this doubt in me
Convincing me to fear the unknown
When all along You've shown
Your plans are better than my own
And I know I won't make it
If I do this all alone
I don't know where I'm going or what I want next. I need to take my hands off the wheel sometimes.
He mush became greater. I must became less-John 3:30
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