I was watching the news so I could hear one story and one story only. The Woman in Tennessee who killed her husband. I thought nothing of it at first. Then I gave her a good look. She's doesn't look like that kind of person. She looked normal. She was a mother, a wife ( not to mention a preachers wife) and she looked like any other person you would see in your everyday life and not give a second thought to. But then they said that she was a regular Church goer. I got to thinking. That could be anybody. Anybody at all. But it makes me deeply sad that this had to happen. She had three adorable little girls. I thought about these girls for the rest of the afternoon. I felt so heartbroken for them. They would have to grow up with out a mom or a dad. They would have to grow up knowing that their mommy killed their daddy. They may not know it for awhile but they will eventually.
That got me thinking about my own family. We are pretty private about our personal feelings. But I don't think that any of us would go to such extremes as these. My dad is a preacher, so there fore my mom is a preachers wife. And my family also has three kids in it. Not to mention three girls like this family. It is kinda scary the resemblance. My dad is also a preacher for the C of C, just like this family was. It was really sad to see those kid's future and lives change forever it was really sad. Her kids are Patricia (8) Mary Alice (6) and Breana (1). So young, SO young!!
Then after a read Erin's Blog it got me thinking. What if somebody in MY church was feeling those same things right now? Would I know that? Could I help them in anyway? Well I would never know this because many people are very private about their personal feelings. It is sad that people feel this was, I have even felt this way!! Numerous times. It feels like a bottle is about to explode. But now I have somebody to talk to. She is a Godsend. God knew I needed her. And I am thankful he gave her to me. She is a blessing to everybody that meets her.
So if you are at home and your kids are awake. Tell them that you love them and give them a HUGDE hug. And tell them if they ever feel horrible and just want to talk that you will be there for them forever, and listen to whatever they have to say. Let me tell you as a kid that would be Awesome for you to do. Give your kids their trust and they will be your friends for life.
But tonight say a prayer for the whole Winkler family. Espessically, Patricia, Mary Alice, and Breana.
God bless theses kids and wrap your loving hands around them. Tell them you love them and will never desert them. ~Amen
Monday, March 27, 2006
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Irreplaceable
Ok this will really blow yall's minds. This is another school story I am afraid. So just hang in there.
This story is about Sub number three. Her name is Ms. Sams as I am sure you know. Shes the one I like to call Mrs. Kindergarten because she says boys and girls a lot and she treats us like babies. Shes the worst sub anyone could ask for. But I have learned to grin and bear it, until now -this is not even funny.
When Sub number two was here we made country report posters on trifolds or posterboards. So me and my friend Ashley made an awesome poster on Sweden. It took us over four hours to get everything right. We even matted everything on Card Stock that my mom gave us and added a packet of Swedish Fish'n friends to our poster to add some pizzaz. But my other friend Alyson made this AWESOME poster on Uganda. You see, her brother went to Africa on his Mission ( I know, I know, I live in a place where that is not uncommon, Utah)And so she had a little rug thing on it, a doll made out of banana fibers, and some little pottery things. Everything on her poster was from Uganda that her mom let her use.
So of course naturally Ms. Sams as to ruin everything. She didn't even tell us she wa going to do this. So yesterday Ms. Sams said " Boys and girls! I noticed that there was a bunch of posters over here and I decided to throw them away. If you wanted your posters oh well that's too bad unless you want to go Dumpster Diving. I took the Liberty to throw them out." What the Heck was she thinking!!! She didn't even tell us that she was going to throw them away! She didn't even give us the chance to get our posters back from her! But then I remembered Alysons poster. All those things that were on it! So then Alyson yelled out " Ms. Sams! My moms gonna KILL me because of that! Can I go get it right now please?" And of course Ms. Sams being the toot she is says this " No you may NOT Alyson. Its your fault you didn't get it sooner. If you want your poster you will have to get it during the 5 minute break." Ok so as if 5 minutes if barely enough to get to our other classes she makes her wait to see if her poster is ruined and make her late to another class. Boy doesn't she really care about her students.
Luckily for me Alyson is in my 4th period class also. So I could find out what happened to her poster. She came in a couple minutes latter. Not a good sign. She was crying soooo hard. And exclaimed " It's ALL ruined every last thing on that poster. RUINED!!! My moms gonna kill me! Everything is broken!" I have never felt so bad for someone than I did at that moment. She had an awesome poster, and not it was diminished into a pile of rubble.
Ms. Sams gave Alyson a note for her parents that said-
I am very sorry for what happened to Alysons poster. I know the items were Irreplaceable.
Boy was that heart felt. Those Items were Irreplaceable, she'll never get them back thanks to one persons acts. The least she could have done was tell us she was going to throw them away, so we could have the chance to get them. I am not so mad about my poster, even though I did spend 4 hours on that puppy. But I felt really bad for Alyson.Those items meant lot to her.
Thanks Ms. Sams, We love you too.
This story is about Sub number three. Her name is Ms. Sams as I am sure you know. Shes the one I like to call Mrs. Kindergarten because she says boys and girls a lot and she treats us like babies. Shes the worst sub anyone could ask for. But I have learned to grin and bear it, until now -this is not even funny.
When Sub number two was here we made country report posters on trifolds or posterboards. So me and my friend Ashley made an awesome poster on Sweden. It took us over four hours to get everything right. We even matted everything on Card Stock that my mom gave us and added a packet of Swedish Fish'n friends to our poster to add some pizzaz. But my other friend Alyson made this AWESOME poster on Uganda. You see, her brother went to Africa on his Mission ( I know, I know, I live in a place where that is not uncommon, Utah)And so she had a little rug thing on it, a doll made out of banana fibers, and some little pottery things. Everything on her poster was from Uganda that her mom let her use.
So of course naturally Ms. Sams as to ruin everything. She didn't even tell us she wa going to do this. So yesterday Ms. Sams said " Boys and girls! I noticed that there was a bunch of posters over here and I decided to throw them away. If you wanted your posters oh well that's too bad unless you want to go Dumpster Diving. I took the Liberty to throw them out." What the Heck was she thinking!!! She didn't even tell us that she was going to throw them away! She didn't even give us the chance to get our posters back from her! But then I remembered Alysons poster. All those things that were on it! So then Alyson yelled out " Ms. Sams! My moms gonna KILL me because of that! Can I go get it right now please?" And of course Ms. Sams being the toot she is says this " No you may NOT Alyson. Its your fault you didn't get it sooner. If you want your poster you will have to get it during the 5 minute break." Ok so as if 5 minutes if barely enough to get to our other classes she makes her wait to see if her poster is ruined and make her late to another class. Boy doesn't she really care about her students.
Luckily for me Alyson is in my 4th period class also. So I could find out what happened to her poster. She came in a couple minutes latter. Not a good sign. She was crying soooo hard. And exclaimed " It's ALL ruined every last thing on that poster. RUINED!!! My moms gonna kill me! Everything is broken!" I have never felt so bad for someone than I did at that moment. She had an awesome poster, and not it was diminished into a pile of rubble.
Ms. Sams gave Alyson a note for her parents that said-
I am very sorry for what happened to Alysons poster. I know the items were Irreplaceable.
Boy was that heart felt. Those Items were Irreplaceable, she'll never get them back thanks to one persons acts. The least she could have done was tell us she was going to throw them away, so we could have the chance to get them. I am not so mad about my poster, even though I did spend 4 hours on that puppy. But I felt really bad for Alyson.Those items meant lot to her.
Thanks Ms. Sams, We love you too.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Lesson I will never forget
Ok this is the most unforgettable lesson ever. I know it sounds like a wack jobed lesson but let me tell you- I will NEVER forget it!
OK, so my class was sitting down to what we thought was going to be a "normal" School day in Mr. Gordons class. He usually did a discussion on "Hot Topics From Around The World" or a Power Point Presentation or Europe or something. He always had something planned, he was the most Organized and funnest teacher I ever had. So when we all finally got quiet and were ready to start the day. He asked us if any of us had watched CNN news this morning. Well most of us don't have cable including me. So we just said "No". He said that we better pay attention because what he was about to tell us was going to change our "Forever". Oh no I thought he is serious this time. He told us that about 3,000 Afgani children Refugees were coming to Utah, but they were supposed to go to Texas but couldn't any more because of the Hurricane Katrina. "Cool" we were going to have the experience of a lifetime! He said that we we going to have to take in quite a lot of students because their was going to be 3,000 of them. "OK I thought is is for REAL!" Then he went on with all of the changes that we were going to have to make to accommodate them. Here are some to name a few.
1. We would have to change the mascot because they cant have live things as mascots so we were going to have to change our mascot. Then all of a sudden Tyler starts busting out in this chant for the High School were going to next year.
"Go West Jordan Soup bowels! Fight! Fight! Fight!" It was pretty hilarious.
2. No Meat or silverware in the cafeteria.
3. Girls have to eat on the other side of the cafeteria, away from the boys- boys also served fist in the cafeteria.
4. School days are now cut in Half so the school can fit all the students. The first Shift at 6-12 and the 2nd shift 1-7.
5. Girls have to wear the traditional Dress for Muslim girls because the boys from Afghanistan think that skin is basically Porn.
6. Girls and boys have to have separate classes. Because the boys cant associate with the girls in Afgani Culture.
OK I know by this time your probably thinking " You were way stupid to believe all of this Crap" But let me tell you, if you were there you would have believed it too! I mean this man deserved an Oscar! His face didn't smile once and he even got the Vice Principal involed! She came in and said that everything was true and that they were making arrangements right now to accommodate the new students. And let me tell you my whole class was in Hysterics especially all of the Girls in my class who play sports because the girls couldn't anymore because of the new rules.But this is why I was in Hysterics-
7. Summer is canceled because now we have to participate in the holy month of Ramadan ( October) Sense we get time off of school to celebrate Christmas, They get the month of October off to celebrate Ramadan. We would have to go to school in the Summer!
At this point I started to Cry! I was going to have to give up Summer camp! Not just any summer camp. This is a Christian Summer camp for a whole week. My youth group gets to go to Idaho and spend the week with other Teen Christians and learn about God and Jesus obviously! I was sooo bummed and I was Crying.
There were tons of other "rules" he gave us, but too many to list. But then before the bell rang he said. " Class on Monday ( Martin Luther King Day) you will be able to understand how being segregated feels like and will understand the true importance of Unity and the need for it. So I want you to think and reflect on this. OK class!"
It was all one big funny sick Joke! I couldn't believe this! He was a phenomenal actor. He came up to me after class and said he was sorry if he hurt my feelings. Sure I was mad and upset. I was thinking the whole time about how I was going to have to miss Summer camp! I was soo upset.
But you know I will NEVER forget this lesson. At the time I was really mad And was sure that I was never going to believe him again. But I am soo glad that I can say that I really know the Importance of all the tings he talked about. And ya know, what I Will never forget it! I just wished I had Mr. Gordon back. Even thought the lesson was kind of mean. He was the best teacher I ever had. And he sure had a way of teaching us and making us understand things that I never would have learned if he just talked about it. It is all about the experience. And boy I sure got one!
OK, so my class was sitting down to what we thought was going to be a "normal" School day in Mr. Gordons class. He usually did a discussion on "Hot Topics From Around The World" or a Power Point Presentation or Europe or something. He always had something planned, he was the most Organized and funnest teacher I ever had. So when we all finally got quiet and were ready to start the day. He asked us if any of us had watched CNN news this morning. Well most of us don't have cable including me. So we just said "No". He said that we better pay attention because what he was about to tell us was going to change our "Forever". Oh no I thought he is serious this time. He told us that about 3,000 Afgani children Refugees were coming to Utah, but they were supposed to go to Texas but couldn't any more because of the Hurricane Katrina. "Cool" we were going to have the experience of a lifetime! He said that we we going to have to take in quite a lot of students because their was going to be 3,000 of them. "OK I thought is is for REAL!" Then he went on with all of the changes that we were going to have to make to accommodate them. Here are some to name a few.
1. We would have to change the mascot because they cant have live things as mascots so we were going to have to change our mascot. Then all of a sudden Tyler starts busting out in this chant for the High School were going to next year.
"Go West Jordan Soup bowels! Fight! Fight! Fight!" It was pretty hilarious.
2. No Meat or silverware in the cafeteria.
3. Girls have to eat on the other side of the cafeteria, away from the boys- boys also served fist in the cafeteria.
4. School days are now cut in Half so the school can fit all the students. The first Shift at 6-12 and the 2nd shift 1-7.
5. Girls have to wear the traditional Dress for Muslim girls because the boys from Afghanistan think that skin is basically Porn.
6. Girls and boys have to have separate classes. Because the boys cant associate with the girls in Afgani Culture.
OK I know by this time your probably thinking " You were way stupid to believe all of this Crap" But let me tell you, if you were there you would have believed it too! I mean this man deserved an Oscar! His face didn't smile once and he even got the Vice Principal involed! She came in and said that everything was true and that they were making arrangements right now to accommodate the new students. And let me tell you my whole class was in Hysterics especially all of the Girls in my class who play sports because the girls couldn't anymore because of the new rules.But this is why I was in Hysterics-
7. Summer is canceled because now we have to participate in the holy month of Ramadan ( October) Sense we get time off of school to celebrate Christmas, They get the month of October off to celebrate Ramadan. We would have to go to school in the Summer!
At this point I started to Cry! I was going to have to give up Summer camp! Not just any summer camp. This is a Christian Summer camp for a whole week. My youth group gets to go to Idaho and spend the week with other Teen Christians and learn about God and Jesus obviously! I was sooo bummed and I was Crying.
There were tons of other "rules" he gave us, but too many to list. But then before the bell rang he said. " Class on Monday ( Martin Luther King Day) you will be able to understand how being segregated feels like and will understand the true importance of Unity and the need for it. So I want you to think and reflect on this. OK class!"
It was all one big funny sick Joke! I couldn't believe this! He was a phenomenal actor. He came up to me after class and said he was sorry if he hurt my feelings. Sure I was mad and upset. I was thinking the whole time about how I was going to have to miss Summer camp! I was soo upset.
But you know I will NEVER forget this lesson. At the time I was really mad And was sure that I was never going to believe him again. But I am soo glad that I can say that I really know the Importance of all the tings he talked about. And ya know, what I Will never forget it! I just wished I had Mr. Gordon back. Even thought the lesson was kind of mean. He was the best teacher I ever had. And he sure had a way of teaching us and making us understand things that I never would have learned if he just talked about it. It is all about the experience. And boy I sure got one!
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Sub Problems
I am going to apologize in advance for all of my school stories. If they get boring tell me and I will try to do some new things. Just tell me so I know.
So I used to have this teacher. She was like the kind you would see in a movie- not in a good way. She well, she likes to drone on. She had this weird grumpy voice. She had a song for ever city. (She was my Geography (H) teacher.) When ever somebody or whenever she would say "Philadelphia" she would bust out singing "Philadelphia freedom Shine on meeeee" It was really annoying. She always ALWAYS complained that her back hurt and she was a harsh grader. An A was hard to come by. Then she told us she was going to go in for back Surgery and would be back in about 2 months. Great!!! Well atleast at the time it sounded great. So we got this Sub. He was soo Cool! His name was Mr.Gordon. He taught us sooo much. He brought us up to speed on where we should have been. We even got to play games and he made cool power points about the guillotine and on Vlad. Then one Friday when we walked in he was crying. And we all noticed all of his Chess boards we gone. You see this guy LOVES chess. He taught us all how to play. He was even in the World Chess Championships. The one thing about Mr.Gordon was that he taught us really important lessons in a way that I will never forget. One of those I would like to share with you. But I will use that lesson/story for my next post because it would take forever. So Mr.Gordon told us that the District had him "fired" or "released. The whole school went Nutso! So then we continued on with substitute Number 2.
Sub number 2 was Mr.Dunne. ( as in Done) And he was ok but man he was way strict. He did a whole day on just explaining us the school rules. Come on! I think a bunch of 9th Graders are smart enough to know that we cant chew Gum and we are only allowed to use the Hall Pass 2 times per quarter, unless of an emergency. But obviously he felt the need to explain that to us. He was from Ireland and had a wacky accent. But it was fun to listen to him talk. He taught us some. But not a lot. He said OK after every word. No joke. But he was nice to us. After a grand total of being with is for about 2-3 weeks he got a permanent teaching position. He failed to tell us and were shocked to find out the following Monday. Now by this time Mrs.Buhler was supposed to have been back already. She lefted before Thanksgiving and now its Almost Easter. So now we are continuing with sub number 3.
So when I came into the class and Mr.Dunne wasn't there I just figured he was sick and he would be back the next day. This new "permanent Sub" ( yeah right the other 2 were supposed to be "permanent" also) addressed her self as Ms.Sams. I thought she was going to be an OK sub but oh no no she is the worst ever. She treats us like we are in kindergarten and finishes ever sentence with " Boys and Girls" we have gotten the privilege of using " Art to help our brains". She said she would only be here for about a week. Good I thought cuz I cant stand any more of this. But on Friday she told us that she was going to be staying for the end of the School year. Crap. Normally I would have been pleased to find out that Buhler wasn't coming back. It would have been great if Mr.Gordon was the permanent sub. But no we are stuck with Ms. Kindergarten ( did I fail to mention she used to be a kindergarten teacher!) for the rest of the school year. I am learning absolutely nothing and I am really sick of hearing "Boys and Girls" every second for 45 minutes every day. I am very sorry if this sounsd like I am complaining. But I went from Good teacher to OK to bad and now I am stuck in bad teacher mode for the rest of the year. I call it the Foster Teacher System. It doesn't work , nobody wants to teach a bunch of 9th graders.
This got me thinking about God. Boy am I glad he doesn't desert me and leave me in the "Foster Care System"!!No matter how rough of times I am having I will always know he is there. I may forget how much he loves me, and I may forget that he is there for me- but the truth is He WILL ALWAYS be there for me. I may have to change teachers every week but God is FOREVER and His love will NEVER fail matter how many times that I will for get this, God will ALWAYS be there for me.
So I used to have this teacher. She was like the kind you would see in a movie- not in a good way. She well, she likes to drone on. She had this weird grumpy voice. She had a song for ever city. (She was my Geography (H) teacher.) When ever somebody or whenever she would say "Philadelphia" she would bust out singing "Philadelphia freedom Shine on meeeee" It was really annoying. She always ALWAYS complained that her back hurt and she was a harsh grader. An A was hard to come by. Then she told us she was going to go in for back Surgery and would be back in about 2 months. Great!!! Well atleast at the time it sounded great. So we got this Sub. He was soo Cool! His name was Mr.Gordon. He taught us sooo much. He brought us up to speed on where we should have been. We even got to play games and he made cool power points about the guillotine and on Vlad. Then one Friday when we walked in he was crying. And we all noticed all of his Chess boards we gone. You see this guy LOVES chess. He taught us all how to play. He was even in the World Chess Championships. The one thing about Mr.Gordon was that he taught us really important lessons in a way that I will never forget. One of those I would like to share with you. But I will use that lesson/story for my next post because it would take forever. So Mr.Gordon told us that the District had him "fired" or "released. The whole school went Nutso! So then we continued on with substitute Number 2.
Sub number 2 was Mr.Dunne. ( as in Done) And he was ok but man he was way strict. He did a whole day on just explaining us the school rules. Come on! I think a bunch of 9th Graders are smart enough to know that we cant chew Gum and we are only allowed to use the Hall Pass 2 times per quarter, unless of an emergency. But obviously he felt the need to explain that to us. He was from Ireland and had a wacky accent. But it was fun to listen to him talk. He taught us some. But not a lot. He said OK after every word. No joke. But he was nice to us. After a grand total of being with is for about 2-3 weeks he got a permanent teaching position. He failed to tell us and were shocked to find out the following Monday. Now by this time Mrs.Buhler was supposed to have been back already. She lefted before Thanksgiving and now its Almost Easter. So now we are continuing with sub number 3.
So when I came into the class and Mr.Dunne wasn't there I just figured he was sick and he would be back the next day. This new "permanent Sub" ( yeah right the other 2 were supposed to be "permanent" also) addressed her self as Ms.Sams. I thought she was going to be an OK sub but oh no no she is the worst ever. She treats us like we are in kindergarten and finishes ever sentence with " Boys and Girls" we have gotten the privilege of using " Art to help our brains". She said she would only be here for about a week. Good I thought cuz I cant stand any more of this. But on Friday she told us that she was going to be staying for the end of the School year. Crap. Normally I would have been pleased to find out that Buhler wasn't coming back. It would have been great if Mr.Gordon was the permanent sub. But no we are stuck with Ms. Kindergarten ( did I fail to mention she used to be a kindergarten teacher!) for the rest of the school year. I am learning absolutely nothing and I am really sick of hearing "Boys and Girls" every second for 45 minutes every day. I am very sorry if this sounsd like I am complaining. But I went from Good teacher to OK to bad and now I am stuck in bad teacher mode for the rest of the year. I call it the Foster Teacher System. It doesn't work , nobody wants to teach a bunch of 9th graders.
This got me thinking about God. Boy am I glad he doesn't desert me and leave me in the "Foster Care System"!!No matter how rough of times I am having I will always know he is there. I may forget how much he loves me, and I may forget that he is there for me- but the truth is He WILL ALWAYS be there for me. I may have to change teachers every week but God is FOREVER and His love will NEVER fail matter how many times that I will for get this, God will ALWAYS be there for me.
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Things I'll never be able to do
According to some people some of my dreams are a little un-realistic or they just don't think that I have the will power of the drive to accomplish them. Well some of these are things people never thought I would be able to do.
You will never be on the student Council only popular kids make it anyways- Well then how come I am on it then huh'.
You will never be able to maintain a straight 4.0 GPA for more than a year- Oh yeah! Well I kept my 4.0 for 9 quarters in a row. Now its gone but at least I lasted 2 whole years and one quarter. And Hey a 3.976 isn't that bad at all!
I will never be able to play the trumpet after quitting the Piano- Well that theory didn't last very long! I bought my own at a garage sale and learned how to play! Now I am in the Highest band at my Junior High school and I have only been playing for a year and a half! ( 9th grade is still in the Junior High building)
You see there are tons of things that people say that I cant do. But by telling me that I cant do them only pushes me harder to do them. I feel this need to prove people wrong and that I CAN to anything I set my mind on. For example.
I have always wanted to donate my hair to Locks-Of-Love ever sense I was a very little girl. But continuous tears after trying to brush out my hair always led me to have to get a hair cut. But now that I am older I told myself I WILL grow my hair out long enough. So I went to the Website I learned that I need to have a minimum of 10 inches of hair in one ponytail to donate. I straightened out my hair and I only need about 3 more inches! I have grown my hair of for almost 6 months. I told my mom that I was going to do this she looked doubtful and told me that it would take a long time and even if I did have enough my hair it would be really short ( to my chin) after cutting it. I told her this " Mom these kids have NO hair what so ever. The least I can do is give them mine! Besides my hair will grow back, theirs wont." Sure ill miss it but hair is hair no matter how you put it. And besides its something I have always wanted to do. I am just one of those people who like to do service stuff. I think its a disease a good one at that.
One of my other life long goals is something really big. When I was about 8 years old I told everybody that I was Going to adopt a baby. The yjust looked at me like a crazy person and just figured that it was a phase I was going through. But I never grew out of this one. When I was 10 I told everybody that I wanted to adopt a baby from every country of the world. Than I learned that was over 80 countries! But I have never let go of my adopting dream. My parents tape every episode and story they find on adoption, every magazine clipping about adoption I have read and I continue this desire to adopt. Sense the 3rd grade I have always known of one place at the least that I was going to adopt from. I have decided on an Asian country China in particular. I don't know why I have always wanted to adopt but I have. Maybe god has planted this desire in my heart. Until Last year I added nother country Africa ( well I guess that is counted as a continent). I want to adopt a little girl form China and Africa. People in my class call me crazy and ask me " Well what happens if your husband says No. And adoption is really expensive ya know". My response to them is. Well I hope and know that I will hopefully find a husband that will support me and have the same aspiration that I do. And yes I know that adoption is very expensive and hopefully if this is in Gods plan he will help us financially. Ill work it out." And maybe I will never get married. Only God knows for sure. But people also call me crazy when I tell them what I want to name them. I like interesting and names not many people have. I have decided that I would like to name my little Girls Kenderayah ( Asian girl) and Adella ( African girl). But I know that over time that may change. But what I do know is that my love and passion for what I do and what I want to do will never change. And I hope to prove people wrong on this one. I have a want and desire to help people in anyways that I can! I will keep you posted on this. And I hope you all have a great rest of the week and remember Anything is possible with Jesus. It just might take a little longer than we would like.
Peace bloggers, go in peace.
You will never be on the student Council only popular kids make it anyways- Well then how come I am on it then huh'.
You will never be able to maintain a straight 4.0 GPA for more than a year- Oh yeah! Well I kept my 4.0 for 9 quarters in a row. Now its gone but at least I lasted 2 whole years and one quarter. And Hey a 3.976 isn't that bad at all!
I will never be able to play the trumpet after quitting the Piano- Well that theory didn't last very long! I bought my own at a garage sale and learned how to play! Now I am in the Highest band at my Junior High school and I have only been playing for a year and a half! ( 9th grade is still in the Junior High building)
You see there are tons of things that people say that I cant do. But by telling me that I cant do them only pushes me harder to do them. I feel this need to prove people wrong and that I CAN to anything I set my mind on. For example.
I have always wanted to donate my hair to Locks-Of-Love ever sense I was a very little girl. But continuous tears after trying to brush out my hair always led me to have to get a hair cut. But now that I am older I told myself I WILL grow my hair out long enough. So I went to the Website I learned that I need to have a minimum of 10 inches of hair in one ponytail to donate. I straightened out my hair and I only need about 3 more inches! I have grown my hair of for almost 6 months. I told my mom that I was going to do this she looked doubtful and told me that it would take a long time and even if I did have enough my hair it would be really short ( to my chin) after cutting it. I told her this " Mom these kids have NO hair what so ever. The least I can do is give them mine! Besides my hair will grow back, theirs wont." Sure ill miss it but hair is hair no matter how you put it. And besides its something I have always wanted to do. I am just one of those people who like to do service stuff. I think its a disease a good one at that.
One of my other life long goals is something really big. When I was about 8 years old I told everybody that I was Going to adopt a baby. The yjust looked at me like a crazy person and just figured that it was a phase I was going through. But I never grew out of this one. When I was 10 I told everybody that I wanted to adopt a baby from every country of the world. Than I learned that was over 80 countries! But I have never let go of my adopting dream. My parents tape every episode and story they find on adoption, every magazine clipping about adoption I have read and I continue this desire to adopt. Sense the 3rd grade I have always known of one place at the least that I was going to adopt from. I have decided on an Asian country China in particular. I don't know why I have always wanted to adopt but I have. Maybe god has planted this desire in my heart. Until Last year I added nother country Africa ( well I guess that is counted as a continent). I want to adopt a little girl form China and Africa. People in my class call me crazy and ask me " Well what happens if your husband says No. And adoption is really expensive ya know". My response to them is. Well I hope and know that I will hopefully find a husband that will support me and have the same aspiration that I do. And yes I know that adoption is very expensive and hopefully if this is in Gods plan he will help us financially. Ill work it out." And maybe I will never get married. Only God knows for sure. But people also call me crazy when I tell them what I want to name them. I like interesting and names not many people have. I have decided that I would like to name my little Girls Kenderayah ( Asian girl) and Adella ( African girl). But I know that over time that may change. But what I do know is that my love and passion for what I do and what I want to do will never change. And I hope to prove people wrong on this one. I have a want and desire to help people in anyways that I can! I will keep you posted on this. And I hope you all have a great rest of the week and remember Anything is possible with Jesus. It just might take a little longer than we would like.
Peace bloggers, go in peace.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Way Worth the Trouble
So today I was sitting in my biology class and somehow me and this Kid got talking about my religion. He was really interested but was a little disappointed when I said that I didn't actually live in the Steeple of my Church- My dad is a Minister and he thought since he was a Minister that I actually lived in the church!!!! I was a little frustrated but calmed down after he started asking me questions. You see not many people at my School are my religion. I am used to all the questions so it didn't bother me. He seemed thrilled at the aspect that we got to pick when we got baptized! It seemed like a pretty simple idea but to him it was the World! He asked me if I was. And I just said " No I am not. I still believe that Jesus is the Son of God and that he is a gracious and Mericiful to us. I just really think the best thing for me right now is to Just talk to God. Get to know him and feel right with my decision. I want to know more. OK?"- I have felt the pressures of Baptism over and over again. People ask me ALL the time why not. And sometimes the pressure is unbearable. I just want to cry sometimes. It feels like all that anybody wants for me is to be a baptized person. I don't believe that just Baptism saves you and is a ticket to heaven. Its trusting him and having a relationship with him and being faithfully is a good start. But others wont see it that way and think I am a heathen and a sinner if I am not immersed. Its Ok not to be baptized right at this moment, I still believe I just want to know him more, that's OK right?
Ok well back to the story in Bio class. So then the teacher comes over to me. ( We were supposed to working on this packet due tomorrow but I figured it was ok to be talking about this. Jesus is more important anyways.) So when I asked her a question she flipped out on me. She told me that she wasn't a walking talking Dictionary/ Text book and that I should figure it out on my own. And then she said that she noticed that Zac and I were talking a lot so she told me to go sit at this table all by myself- well technically. It was right next to my other table.
Now usually I would have probably blushed and turned red then feel remorseful for the rest of the day, but not today. I was expressing my faith to another student who wanted to hear about my faith. It was well worth the trouble.
Ok well back to the story in Bio class. So then the teacher comes over to me. ( We were supposed to working on this packet due tomorrow but I figured it was ok to be talking about this. Jesus is more important anyways.) So when I asked her a question she flipped out on me. She told me that she wasn't a walking talking Dictionary/ Text book and that I should figure it out on my own. And then she said that she noticed that Zac and I were talking a lot so she told me to go sit at this table all by myself- well technically. It was right next to my other table.
Now usually I would have probably blushed and turned red then feel remorseful for the rest of the day, but not today. I was expressing my faith to another student who wanted to hear about my faith. It was well worth the trouble.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Potholes
Life is not perfect. It is full of what I like to call potholes. Life might ot turn out perfect or how we want it to. Being spiritual or emotional is not always accepted. Being a teenager is not as easy as people think it is. And Quesitoning things is ok. Push yourself and discover new things. Well thats it for now bloggers. Peace throught your day.
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