//the meaning of ink

As a final hoorah to this summer, I made myself write another post about a random topic. A fun fact about me, Alicia Guthrie, is that I have two tattoos. One is on my left ribcage, and the other is on my left foot. Both concealable, both potent, my tattoos are significant works of art painted on my canvas.  

My first tattoo:: done at Taboo Tattoo in Dallas, Texas

 

My favorite band is the Killers. Everyone knows their classic hits, but they have a song “Be Still” on their 2012 Battle Born album that never seems to make the radio:

Be still

And go on to bed

Nobody knows what lies ahead

And life is short

To say the least

We're in the belly of the beast

Be still

Wild and young

Long may your innocence reign

Like shells on the shore

And may your limits be unknown

And may your efforts be your own

If you ever feel you can't take it anymore

Don't break character

You've got a lot of heart

Is this real or just a dream?

Rise up like the sun

Labor till the work is done

Getting these permanent words on my body is a reminder to never give up on Jesus, dreams, convictions, passions, and who I am. I refuse to break character and revert into someone I am not. If I were to throw any of those intrinsic things away, I would be reminded of failure and defeat every time I saw my tattoo. I would know I gave up on dreams I have had since I was young. But instead, I see my side and am reminded to persevere in the strength of the Lord, who always faithfully provides overflowing strength. The “so much heart” I have? Yeah, that’s directly from my Jesus. There have been countless times I felt I couldn’t take “blank” anymore, but it was in my weakest that the Lord was the most evident. I could never give up on what He has done for me. So I wake up every morning and labor until my work is done.

Then there’s the song’s title, “Be Still.” Psalm 46:10 has been a powerful reminder of my priorities. I get so wrapped up in the insanity and difficulties that is college at Texas A&M University. I become entirely useless because I am so anxious about everything. When I cannot sleep because I am overwhelmed, when I am beyond drained from running around constantly, when I am trying to tread water so rapidly merely to stay afloat… I need to be still, and know that He is God.

That’s it.

Nothing else is constant or can provide. He is God. That is all that matters. 

“Be still, and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth!”

Psalm 46:10

 

So be still.

My second tattoo:: done at Freaks Tattoo on Broadway, KC

Summer 2015, I had one of the greatest adventures of my life when I lived in Kansas City, Missouri, for several months. Mid-June, Mattie and I decided to add to our repertoire, so we got the following tattoo on our feet:

 This minimalistic triangle is a typography glyph – basically an elemental symbol – that means “explore”. We chose this because we wanted to be reminded to never stop exploring. It is on my foot because my foot takes my body wherever I need to go. There is unimaginable adventure awaiting, but one misses it if she is afraid to explore, possibly get lost, or encounter the unknown. It is easy to take the comfortable path and go with what is known, but I want to explore further. Be scared. Be uncertain. But know God will take me places and teach me lessons that are only obtained way beyond what’s comfortable. Plus adventuring is so much fun.

             

But exploration does not stop on earth. I want to have a career promoting exploration beyond our earth. There is so much out there that God has created for us to see and worship Him for, and I want to be a part of that. Space exploration is my uninhibited passion, and now is the time to unite and support such global efforts. Sometimes I need the reminder on my foot that school is temporary, but the end results will be worth it.

Not only did God give us His truly awe-inspiring creation, but He also allows us to explore His character and personality and love. We can never comprehend Him fully, but we can always explore new facets of who He is and how He loves us. Indubitably, a relationship with Jesus is the best, never-ending adventure of an eternity.

The final layer of meaning behind my foot tattoo correlates to my passion for missions. Romans 10:13-15 beautifully says,

For everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved. How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching? And how are they to preach unless they are sent? As it is written,

“How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the good news!”

 Not only do I want to explore God myself, but I want to explore this world WITH God as He directs my steps toward a life completely on mission. Whether that is in the workplace, a research lab, or a third world country, it does not matter. The crux is that a life with Jesus is the greatest adventure I can ever have, and my life boils down to this: explore the world, explore space, and explore God’s greatness.

Never stop exploring.  

//queue "Kansas City" by the new basement tapes

One precursory caveat: this is going to be a long overdue and rambling post, but what else are blogs really for, anyway?

This summer, I was notably absent from my previous homes of Greenville, Texas, and College Station. After an exhausting second semester, I moved to Kansas City with no plan and zero obligations. Such spontaneity is so unlike who I used to be; however, since beginning college I have decided unplanned adventures are pretty much the best thing ever. This summer with my best friends Larissa and Mattie has been sans pareil.

The first thing one should know about Kansas City is that the coffee scene is unparalleled. Larissa, Mattie, and I spent too much money and not nearly enough time sipping lattes while enjoying the finer elements of life – Netflix, books, and incredible conversations – at a myriad of local coffee shops, which will merit its own post in the future.  

Summer is such a grand time for reading. One can comprehend a person rather deeply through the types of literature they digest. Insert my pending

“List of Books This Summer that Made Me Think About Life Differently (Therefore You Should Read Them and We Should Talk About Them Together)”:

• The Island of Dr. Moreau, H. G. Wells – Wells indubitably delivered again
• A Clockwork Orange, Anthony Burgess - I really enjoyed this book, including Burgess’s use of Nadsat
• The Unwind Series, Neal Shusterman – I don’t care who you are or what you believe about the issue of abortion, you HAVE to read this most-provoking series
• Looking for Alaska, John Green – obligatory John Green fix
• Space Trilogy, CS Lewis – the first two are incredible Biblical allegories set on Mars and Venus, so of course I loved them, but I had to force myself to finish the third one

Now, as to what initially drew me to Kansas City: several years ago, God changed my life at the 2011 Onething Conference. I was then introduced to the 24/7 prayer ministry through the International House of Prayer (IHOP) based in #KCMO. Amazingly, our apartment was across the street from the prayer room, so I had the tremendous privilege of spending hours there, crying out to my Savior for guidance, forgiveness, encouragement, joy, and on behalf of my incoming Impact freshman. The prayer room is absolutely incredible; God provided so much renewal and strength at this venue. This summer, he has shown me how deeply and intensely I need him, and His forgiveness has become even more real and precious. 

I spent some time in the book of Hosea, which is perhaps one of my favorite books in the Bible. It is such a vivid illustration of our sinfulness and God’s incredible love and redemption. Israel (and I) have prostituted (cheapened) ourselves to sin countless times, leaving ourselves dirty and without worth. We did not know that the Lord “gave us the grain, wine, and oil, lavished on us silver and gold, which we used for Baal.” He has lavished us with such great gifts, yet we turn to whoredom and sinfulness time and time again. Yet, he is waiting for us to return so we can resume our position as the bride – “My People”, he calls us. He will have mercy on us, who deserve none. The imagery of us as prostitutes, yet the Lord redeeming us again and again like Hosea did for Gomer, is so descriptive and humbling, and I cannot get over it. Just pause and consider the depth of what Hosea portrays.

I told you this post would be rather staccato, so as to continue in this style, some highlights:

May 31:: Day One of “What Happens in Apartment #2D Stays in Apartment #2D” (i.e. I moved in)

June 1:: Matty’s Adoption Day

Mattie, Larissa, and I adopted an amazing cat from the Kansas City Pet Project (10/10, get animals from there, it’s the best). When we got him, we had no idea how much we would grow to adore him and his unique personality. Now he’s pretty nifty to have around, and by that I mean he’s the best cat ever.

June 14:: My Second Tattoo

Insert additional controversial opinion: I really like and appreciate tattoos. They are the coolest form of indelible art; I just love them so much. So when I was approached with the idea of getting another tattoo with Mattie and Izza, of course I agreed. This is the final product:

We went to Freaks on Broadway (10/10 by the way) to get our glyph tattoos. This symbol means “explore”, and I chose this for a couple reasons. For me, tattoos are a means to never give up on something. As they are permanent, I do not want to look back on my tattoos in a couple decades and regret giving up on something every time I see that motivation permanently etched on my body. Therefore, I do not want to regret choosing the boring and knowns paths instead of seeking out the Great Perhaps. Additionally, one of my favorite ways to spend time with my friends is adventuring, which I did countless times this summer. Our marked feet led the way, and the memories we made were incredible. Finally, I want a life marked by exploring, wherever it is that God leads me. Hence the immortal reminder.

June 26:: Supreme Court Decides to Legalize Gay Marriage

One of the most pivotal and tumultuous days this summer, this day caused me to question my beliefs on homosexuality and my role as a Christian in response. I have to admit, I am still seeking the Lord’s conviction and direction as to what I myself personally believe regarding this issue, but notably, I realized IT IS COMPLETELY ALRIGHT, if not preferable, to sometimes hold the opinion of, “I don’t know. I don’t have a definite opinion.” I want to own my decisions, not have them forced upon me by one side or the other. Sometimes, open minds can reach people further than decisiveness. My sole opinion on this issue is that we as the church can have differing opinions, and that’s vital and healthy. But we absolutely cannot allow these differences in beliefs, convictions, doctrines, or political views become divisive. Differences need to be catalysts, not dividers.

We can be different, but we cannot afford to be divided.

July 14:: Entry-to-Major Decisions Released

July 24:: Fall Out Boy Concert

Another summer activity is the obligatory road trip. Mattie, Izza, and I made the voyage down to Houston with my thirteen-year-old sister Amber to meet some of my college friends for a Fall Out Boy concert. I firmly believe in allowing people to pursue things they love {music absolutely being one}, and there is just something about seeing your favorite band live in concert. Prelude to this trip, my sister and I did not exactly get along before I went to college. #understatementofthecentury However, being able to spend a weekend with her in a way that we never had the freedom to before, and giving her the ability to truly enjoy something she adores, was surprisingly amazing. I hoped to heal a little of the familial burns that have occurred at home by parents and myself alike. Why should someone prevent you from being passionate about something – even if it is a band? Looking back, I have realized such suppression can create a mentality that prevents someone from having any kind of passion for anything or anyone… Deep point of this blog, if you are not allowed to be yourself and get excited about small things, how can you be truly zealous of our amazing Savior and Father? If you are told that the things you love (miniscule or not) are unimportant, just phases, or dumb, those comments can build subconscious stoicism and inexpressiveness. Y’all, it is completely alright to be a raving fan of something… anything! Let people love things, and encourage their passions! Seriously, even little things can affect the way someone views God, and that specific relationship right there is so much more important than whether or not your teenage daughter likes a band that cusses a couple times. Yes, I did utilize heathen music to justify a point about God.   

However, the most incredible realization this summer was that it is ok to fall in love with people. People are innately intriguing; their stories, passions, talents, desires, idiosyncrasies, and dreams are so beautiful: that spark in their eyes when they talk about how God is authoring their lives, the too-short conversations about what’s beyond the universe, the pure encouragement and friendship they offer me, their admirable transparency and vulnerability, their drive to pursue incredible things, the decisions they make spontaneously... We are mind-blowing creations.

I love people, but I do not mean this romantically. Every place I go, every person I meet, I’ll fall a little in love with, and they will take a part of my heart. I only hope to return and reunite it again. Kansas City, thank you for the artisan caffeine supply, endless adventures, new revelations, great friends, and a fantastic summer. I am leaving with a full heart and shall return at the next opportunity.     

 “Would things be easier if there was a right way? Honey, there is no right way. And so I fall in love just a little, oh a little bit every day with someone new.” Hozier

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"I adored and feared you knowing you'd break my heart, my heart that had never before been broken because never before so exposed."

~Joyce Carol Oates, Three Girls 

//Stories about Terrorists

Last Tuesday, Breakaway, a Bible study on the campus of Texas A&M, launched the Shalom project. It is a movement to respond to the hatred and terrorism in Nigeria, Iraq, and Iran with the victorious love of God. That night, I became starkly aware of the heart-wrenching extent of religious persecution worldwide. Admittedly, I knew it was happening, but the fact that persecution today is more rampant than any other time in history blindsided me. At first, I wanted to cry for my brothers and sisters enduring unimaginable horrors. Then I became so angry at the faceless men running the terrorism show. And then God showed up with His revelation.   

GUYS. Paul, the most influential person to Christianity after Jesus, was a terrorist before he met God. He persecuted and killed countless Christians. Check out Acts 9:1-19 for the details, but essentially:

PAUL WAS THE ISIS OF HIS TIME.

But, continue reading the New Testament and examine how God RADICALLY changed Paul’s life... it's CRAZY. My point is:

NO ONE IS EVER TOO FAR GONE FROM THE SAVING LOVE OF JESUS.

YOU

ARE NEVER TOO FAR GONE

WE CAN NEVER GIVE UP HOPE ON ANYONE.

God can change the ugliest of hearts into something unimaginably beautiful for His glory. We cannot hate the terrorists of ISIS and the other factions. Yes, what they are doing is abhorrent, unjust, and evil, but we have to respond with love, prayer, and forgiveness. God promises in 1 John 1:9, “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” Let me reiterate: HE IS FAITHFUL TO FORGIVE FROM ALL UNRIGHTEOUSNESS. There is no sin too great that He will not forgive it.

Who knows if the next Paul - a person who will rise up in these turbulent end times more boldly than New Testament Paul - just hasn't traveled his road to Damascus yet?

~~~

alicia//

http://breakawayministries.org/Events/Shalom-Project

//CLASSIFIED: My Mother's Time as a Government Spy

Today's admittedly melodramatic blog is composed of little to no profundity, other than revealing the secret past of my mother as a spy for the FBI, DOD, and possibly Canada (it's all classified). Because of previous experience in confidential governmental affairs, she requested her name to remain anonymous - after all, Mother knows best.

Nonetheless, prepare to be enlightened, as people are never whom they seem to be.

It is rare for memorable occurrences to happen to our family, so when they do, one must take note. I chose to shoulder the responsibility. After going to Wichita Falls for an amazing weekend (CEL: Dallas Edition rules them all, by the way), I arrived home this evening to find out our home was visited, intentionally, by a police officer in the wee hours of the morning. My father's initial thought this morning was, "Oh my gosh, something tragic happened to Alicia."

Quickly, he was informed the culprit was not me, but rather my mother. She was under arrest forthwith for breaking probation.

Um. whoops?

Here I was, thinking I truly knew my mother. It appeared I was grossly mistaken.

So, to avoid the major issue of *jail time*, my family fled and left coordinates for me to follow (which have been made irrecoverable through appropriate cremation and flushing). I am currently on a plane to an undisclosed location in Asia to escape retribution and familial takeover by the Greenville Sherrif's Department. Currently, I am quickly learning how to scramble the location on my laptop  (Thanks, Felicity Smoak), so no one can find my family because of my "minor" obsession with social media that I adamantly refuse to give up merely because we're escaping for our lives. Don't worry, I can and will still Facebook stalk you.

-OR-

Apparently, a second person, who was born four years after my mother and shares her exact name, also resides in Greenville. Our address was given as a frightening fluke, to the inadvertent chagrin of said officer. At least, this was how my father debriefed the situation.

I happen to prefer the initial version and probably shouldn't have laughed as much as I did when I heard my father's rendition. Seriously, how many times does one arrive home to learn her mother was nearly arrested for escaping jail and breaking probation? AND SERIOUSLY, how many She-Who-Does-Not-Want-To-Be-Named live in GREENVILLE, of all places??

I believe the truth is that her time as a government spy has finally caught up with her.


**DISCLAIMER: in the eyes of my former high school classmates, my mother's work in the Department of Defense performing intensive background checks in an era that was pre-Internet and pre-social media is synonymous with clandestine FBI spy work. Yeah, I'm calling you out Luke. The validity of his preconception ought to be objectively compared to my father's version.

Additionally, I deliberated whether or not to include how wonderful my mom is and how much I love her - not only for being a suspected government spy in hiding, but also for her patience, compassion, and support for the past nineteen rocky years. I shan't, though, because that invokes the depth and profundity I promised not to include.

Either way, sometimes I experience terribly inconvenient periods where I am beyond exhausted yet cannot sleep because of inescapable ideas in my head stemming directly from too much Netflix binging over Christmas break. I blame the CW for right now.

//Reflections

~and thus concludes my first semester of college~

This ought not to be a surprising milestone, since millions of previously naive, confident, and excited high school graduates undergo this rite of passage every fall. However, this semester was NOTHING like I anticipated. Although I never vocalized them, I admittedly had a plethora of subconscious expectations. I hoped for some friends in my classes, a church I could call home, a roommate I could tolerate, a neat little 4.0, and time to go dancing at Hurricane Harry’s. Come August, I was anxious but so excited to begin my new life of liberty, learning, and the pursuit of engineering. I thought I was ready for a challenge.

Fun fact: engineering students are some of the few (or only) undergrads to refer to themselves as their occupation premature to actually achieving said career. You do not hear medical students calling themselves doctors and surgeons; education majors do not automatically deem themselves teachers; business students are not CEOs. Engineers, however, do. Eventually, I assumed this as a facet of my identity too. "Yeah, I'm a freshman aero engineer."

Man, I had so much confidence going into college.

Then I learned why Texas A&M University is so renowned. They don't hand out engineering degrees on silver platters to people who WANT them. You may get into the program, but that does not mean you will last through it. A&M cultivates incredible graduates, but the process is far from trivial. And from my perspective, it seems nearly impossible. How badly do I want this degree?

Over the past four months, I have failed and been beaten down, blindsided, frustrated, and discouraged – and those are just my mental games. It seemed like almost everything that could have gone wrong, did. The undeniable danger of failing classes, check. A M.I.A. wallet, of course. Spending an obscene percentage of my time in Evans and the Annex, ashamedly true. An unrelenting cough, hah. Missing the funeral and memorial service for my grandfather - who is the reason I am pursing aerospace engineering - happened. Doubting my future career was probably an hourly thought. The challenges I had asked for certainly delivered.

However, everything possibly positive occurred in overwhelming abundance. I was not paired with one merely tolerable roommate, I gained four new best friends in my suite mates. 

My other Aggie friends, from Impact, Mosher, classes, and around campus, have become vital support in academics, my faith, and life in general.

Perhaps the greatest overflow of God's provision was through one of my organizations, Christian Engineering Leaders. I was introduced to it by this one girl, Hannah, who always seemed to be at their booth –

every.

single.

time.

It's almost like I could not avoid her, and I am so thankful I didn't. She has become indescribably significant to me, and I have only known her for three and a half months. The others are just as amazing, and I love them so, so much. My heart is so full thinking about my new family. We had Thanksgiving together, and the elders even ask (demand) food from us underclassmen, so obviously we're a family, since the older siblings terrorize the younger ones. But more importantly, we are a family focused primarily on living for Jesus alone; together, we are pursuing careers where we can share the all-powerful, all-forgiving, never-relenting love of God. In everything CEL does, it glorifies Christ and demonstrates His love. I can only describe it as similar to the early church, where everything began:

“And they devoted themselves to the apostles' teaching and the fellowship, to the breaking of bread and the prayers. And awe came upon every soul, and many wonders and signs were being done through the apostles. And all who believed were together and had all things in common.” Acts 2:42-44

Another answer to prayer is my church and life group. God Himself is tangibly present through the college students in my life group with Antioch Community Church. Corporate worship is amazing, and the community is incredible. He has been affirming my call and dreams through people like Erika and Lila. Their encouragement and visions don't make the challenges less intimidating, but they are definitely more possible! God is AT WORK in College Station!!!

Lessons are not learned from blissful experiences. It is the weeks – the ones where I want to bang my head with my physics and calculus books so something might finally make sense and sleep away the rest of the week because I can't do anything – that teach the harshest, but most rewarding, lessons. These are the times where I have to intentionally rely on Jesus for wisdom, strength, energy, and love, and He is SO GOOD to provide!!

Someone told me one night the things I have experienced thus far are like the wrapping paper on Christmas presents. Yes, it's shiny and entertaining and great, but there is an unimaginably more wonderful gift inside simply waiting to be opened. God wants me to accept more from Him, to go deeper, trust Him more intensely, and love more passionately. What a gift God has for me! His gift is for me, for such a time as this.

The greatest encouragements come straight from His word. The following verses fueled me through long, arduous weeks of unrelenting academia and stress:

“Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward. You are serving the Lord Christ.” Colossians 3:23-24

“And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up." Galatians 6:9

“Not that we are sufficient in ourselves to claim anything as coming from us, but our sufficiency is from God." 2 Corinthians 3:5

  

I've been trying to read through Job, and albeit different situations, the struggle and necessity of reliance on God are similar:

“With God are wisdom and might; he has counsel and understanding.” Job 12:13

“For there is hope for a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that its shoots will not cease.” Job 14:7

No one reading my blog better say, "I told you so, I told you college was going to be hard." I'm stubborn enough to learn lessons on my own, and oh, how significant they have been! I’ll finish with a quote from a book I read in my philosophy class by Simone De Beauvoir, a known existentialist philosopher. In her Ethics of Ambiguity, she wrote, “When an effort fails, one declares bitterly that he has lost time and wasted his powers. The failure condemns that whole part of ourselves which we had engaged in the effort… There are people who are filled with such horror at the idea of a defeat that they keep themselves from ever doing anything.”

Yes, I failed countless times. But that man mentioned above was not me. I was willing to take a chance, and reflecting back, my efforts were never wasted.

“Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain.” 

1 Corinthians 15:58