Alrighty folks, now that I have officially been to every class that I have in my schedule, I can tell you about my not so lovely experiences, and some that weren't bad at all.
1st per. Eng. Alrighty this class was really fun. Why? Because it was the first one and the teacher was nice. We filled out a paper about ourselves like whets your fav. TV show, and what do you want to do when you grow up? Then we went around the class saying one thing from our list. I chose the what do you want to do one. I said ( Now my "What do you wan to do's when you grow up change frequently, but today I was in this type of mood) "I would like to become a Special Educations Teacher then Join The Peace Corps ( Something that I really do want to do by the way) then we played this game and then it was time to go.
2nd- World Civ. This class was OK. The teacher was really interesting. He talked about many things other than anything that had to do with History. He was telling us about how we shouldn't have sex until we were married, and not to smoke pot, then he went back to sex, and so on. The he said how many of you young ladies want to have a kid by the time you are out of High School. I was so tempted to raise my hand and say " Yeah I do! Donchta know! Sixteen with a kid, man I am so living the dream now!" Now I don't have a kid, but I thought it would have been funny.
3rd- PE. Its gym what more can you say, no worries.
4th- Class officers. Now this class was fun because its not really a class, you don't get a grade you just plan activities that you are going to do through the year. Now my teacher/ Advisor Mrs.White told us something that was pretty cool. That on Thursday the class officers and the SBO's are going to go on a little field trip. Now not just any field trip. We are going to meet the President of the United Sates! Now I may not be the biggest fan of the Pres. But hey its pretty cool.
That comiled of my A day. Lets move on to B day.
5th- Chem. H Or is it?? That's what I thought. Now when I came in the class room there were several, lets say, bigger students. Now I thought that I had the wrong room. But nope I didn't because my friends that had this class with me were inside. When the bell rang. Mrs. L said "As some of you know this isn't just an Honors Chem class. But also the Chemistry AP class. And because there are AP kids in here, all you Honors kids will be getting the AP work and the AP labs." WHAT I CANT DO AP CHEMISTRY!! And because I am just a Sophomore I wont be getting the AP credit. Retarded huh!
6th- Math. It was good nothing to interesting to report.
7th- Band. Besides by going to lunch then going to this class, nothin exciting. I went to the wrong lunch, so I got to go to both lunches. But it wasn't my fault the poster said my class had A lunch, so it was entirely not my fault!
8th. Span, I yi yi! When the class started the teacher started talkin 50 miles per hour in Spanish and he told us to write a 5oo word essay in Spanish on what we did over the summer. In FIVE MINUTES. yeah not one person could do it. So he said if we cant to that, we cant pass his class. He was the meanest man in the whole world. This is supposed to be a class where he teaches us in English to speak Spanish, not all in Spanish. Then he pointed out this Hispanic student and asked her to talk to him. She of course was fluent. She told him that she was raised there. He told the class that we should be on her level. Yeah right pal, get real.
So as you can tell, I wasn't very happy today at all. It was the worst school day I have ever had in my whole life this year so far. Between finding out I am goin to be in an AP class against my will and going to the wrong lunch and getting the meanest teacher in the world. I can tell my plate is already full!
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Egg Beater
Well, I have no clue what this post is going to turn out to be, because I have no clue what I am going to write. I find writing, is very therapeutic. I am able to express what I think and feel easier writing them then I am at saying them. During the day a thousand ideas run through my brain on what I could write about, a thousand ideas run through my brain on what I believe. Yes that especially. And I don't know why, a ton of kids could write paragraph after paragraph, on shoes and their favorite singers and brands of clothing. People could write novels about girls chasing boys and having boyfriends and skipping class and smoking pot, and all sorts of things.
I could write about one sentence about clothes and how much I care about what I wear. I could write you one word about how much makeup I use in the mornings ( none). I could write you several sentences on some of my friends from school, or the church I go to ( Well probably more than that!). I could write you a couple sentences on the music I listen too. But when it comes to something I am really passionate about, I could write you a novel. When I am really into something I could go on and on about it. Like there was no tomorrow.
I could write you tons about religion. But many people don't ask teens in particular about religious things, and I don't know why. I think its because people don't think that we are that capable of thinking deeply about religion. And that makes me mad, because I think if you sit down with a teen, and talk, really talk about things, you would be very surprised by how much we really think and feel about religious stuff. I am tired of the religious boundaries we have, I am sick and tired of being told what to think. I am tired of people being scared about what they believe will be persecuted.
I am in no means trying to make me look like a saint, please don't think I am trying to make myself look good. I am just saying, and I am trying not to be negative- just because we are teens, does not mean we don't have feelings. It doesn't mean that we cant feel the weight of religion, and it doesn't mean that we don't take Jesus as seriously as the old man next to us in the pews. I am saying, we do feel the pain of the religious society, or at least I do. I want to be able to do all things at my church, I want to pass the communion trays and stand in front and give a blessing over the communion and read scripture. By not being able to it hurts, it really does. Because I am worth of value, I am just as good as a teen boy. I am a child of God.
I could write about one sentence about clothes and how much I care about what I wear. I could write you one word about how much makeup I use in the mornings ( none). I could write you several sentences on some of my friends from school, or the church I go to ( Well probably more than that!). I could write you a couple sentences on the music I listen too. But when it comes to something I am really passionate about, I could write you a novel. When I am really into something I could go on and on about it. Like there was no tomorrow.
I could write you tons about religion. But many people don't ask teens in particular about religious things, and I don't know why. I think its because people don't think that we are that capable of thinking deeply about religion. And that makes me mad, because I think if you sit down with a teen, and talk, really talk about things, you would be very surprised by how much we really think and feel about religious stuff. I am tired of the religious boundaries we have, I am sick and tired of being told what to think. I am tired of people being scared about what they believe will be persecuted.
I am in no means trying to make me look like a saint, please don't think I am trying to make myself look good. I am just saying, and I am trying not to be negative- just because we are teens, does not mean we don't have feelings. It doesn't mean that we cant feel the weight of religion, and it doesn't mean that we don't take Jesus as seriously as the old man next to us in the pews. I am saying, we do feel the pain of the religious society, or at least I do. I want to be able to do all things at my church, I want to pass the communion trays and stand in front and give a blessing over the communion and read scripture. By not being able to it hurts, it really does. Because I am worth of value, I am just as good as a teen boy. I am a child of God.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Alex
Have you ever thought of God. Like really really though about Him- no wait see that's my point, how do we know that God is a Him. Maybe Gods a Her, of hey maybe Gods not either!
This is the other conversation we had in the car on the way up to camp. I am big into the whole women's roles in the church- why you may ask? Well that's a whole nother conversation then huh. Well Ok. So we were driving aimlessly somewhere in the middle of Idaho. And I came up with a question. See, the thing about me is, if I like you and I trust you, I am going to ask you questions about a lot of things, and not just what brand of toothpaste do you use. You see, Cody doesn't mind when I ask him stuff, well at least I don't think he doesn't mind. So I asked him " What does God look like?" Now I know Cody wouldn't know the exact answer because nobody really knows, nobody's met God that I know of, there all dead. Then we just talked about what we thought God looked like. And we came to the conclusion that we don't know what God looks like, God could be a girl for all we know! I liked the thought of God being a girl, maybe that's because I AM a girl, but hey when you think about it, you never know. And I know some of you are saying, but man was created in Gods image. Well maybe it was an image in his Head, huh! Ya never know. And God didn't write Genesis, so there. Maybe its just a story to explain things. I'm not God so I wouldn't know.
Then we decided we should come up with a name for both a girl and a boy, sense we don't know if God is a girl or a boy. We thought for a while then Megan said. "Alex!" So then Alex was born. Personally I love it. Its gives you a fresh look into who "Alex/God" really is. Now, some of you are thinkin, man you are crazy! But it makes sense to me, not picking a gender and leaving it as Alex. Its simple. And we never really know until we die if "Alex/God" is a boy or a girl. And hey maybe "Alex/God" ( man its hard not to just say "he") doesn't resemble a human, maybe "it" looks like a feeling, invisible, Love.
And I think we like to think that we have created God, and that we know who God is and "its" very being. But the truth is we don't know. Only "God/Alex" knows. That's one of the mysteries in life, and for a thinker its very hard to grasp that I'll never know. But for now I think I am just going to leave it as "Alex". Because I think that's the way its meant to be. Not male nor female, just Love.
This is the other conversation we had in the car on the way up to camp. I am big into the whole women's roles in the church- why you may ask? Well that's a whole nother conversation then huh. Well Ok. So we were driving aimlessly somewhere in the middle of Idaho. And I came up with a question. See, the thing about me is, if I like you and I trust you, I am going to ask you questions about a lot of things, and not just what brand of toothpaste do you use. You see, Cody doesn't mind when I ask him stuff, well at least I don't think he doesn't mind. So I asked him " What does God look like?" Now I know Cody wouldn't know the exact answer because nobody really knows, nobody's met God that I know of, there all dead. Then we just talked about what we thought God looked like. And we came to the conclusion that we don't know what God looks like, God could be a girl for all we know! I liked the thought of God being a girl, maybe that's because I AM a girl, but hey when you think about it, you never know. And I know some of you are saying, but man was created in Gods image. Well maybe it was an image in his Head, huh! Ya never know. And God didn't write Genesis, so there. Maybe its just a story to explain things. I'm not God so I wouldn't know.
Then we decided we should come up with a name for both a girl and a boy, sense we don't know if God is a girl or a boy. We thought for a while then Megan said. "Alex!" So then Alex was born. Personally I love it. Its gives you a fresh look into who "Alex/God" really is. Now, some of you are thinkin, man you are crazy! But it makes sense to me, not picking a gender and leaving it as Alex. Its simple. And we never really know until we die if "Alex/God" is a boy or a girl. And hey maybe "Alex/God" ( man its hard not to just say "he") doesn't resemble a human, maybe "it" looks like a feeling, invisible, Love.
And I think we like to think that we have created God, and that we know who God is and "its" very being. But the truth is we don't know. Only "God/Alex" knows. That's one of the mysteries in life, and for a thinker its very hard to grasp that I'll never know. But for now I think I am just going to leave it as "Alex". Because I think that's the way its meant to be. Not male nor female, just Love.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Tish
If you have never heard of Tish before, your probably saying to yourself, silly you Tish isn't a real word. Well sure it may not be in the dictionary, but thanks to Long car rides with the Youth Group tish has been born. Now I don't know how we quite got onto this subject in the car, we were talking about swearing. Now swearing to some people is really bad. Like to my parents. But to me- its just a bunch of words that society has turned into ugly things. If you think about it, its silly to think they are cursed words never to be used. Because quite frankly I don't think they are all that bad, I don't use them all the time. Only when I am mad and angry- they are good ways to show emotions. And I also don't think God really cares. I think he could care less if we swore or not. Ok so back to the story- So me and my friend Megan decided to come up with other words for cusses, while using the letters in the cuss to create the new one. So we began to think, I chose S**t for the word that I would come up with. I didn't even think about it for 30 seconds when I popped out and said it, Tish was born. Hahah Tish, great. It was so funny. And so eventually we got everyone in the car participating in finding new ones for cusses. We made out list or beautiful un-cussing cuss words. I was really impressed by the list and our creativity.
But the best one by far was Tish. We had Mcdonalds for lunch that day, and in our Happy Meals we got pirate Treasure chests. Ah nice, so when we got to the car we locked our sacred words in the treasure chest. Immature, maybe. But hey it was fun coming up with ways to make fun of cussing, and the people who think its bad or satanic. Heck, we were making fun of society and the silly rules we have created within our world. Hah, whenever something would happen, you could hear people saying Oh "Tish". And I have to tell you, Tish is the funniest thing in the world, and its legacy will live on forever. As for the list of words, They are still in the McDonalds Treasure Chest , safely hidden away.
But the best one by far was Tish. We had Mcdonalds for lunch that day, and in our Happy Meals we got pirate Treasure chests. Ah nice, so when we got to the car we locked our sacred words in the treasure chest. Immature, maybe. But hey it was fun coming up with ways to make fun of cussing, and the people who think its bad or satanic. Heck, we were making fun of society and the silly rules we have created within our world. Hah, whenever something would happen, you could hear people saying Oh "Tish". And I have to tell you, Tish is the funniest thing in the world, and its legacy will live on forever. As for the list of words, They are still in the McDonalds Treasure Chest , safely hidden away.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
I wish they would stop shoving it in my face.
Today ( this was written on Sunday) was really hard for me. Its hard for me to admit that. But it has just been rough. It hit me right in the face, that next Sunday was going to be Cody and Jeannies last Sunday. I have been trying to reassure myself and trying to trick myself into thinking that they weren't leaving, just to make myself feel better. So all day I have just been trying to feel better. Well it went down the crapper al my efforts. I decided to go to the newcomers Ice Cream social that my church has for all of the newcomers. So I went with my family. My friend Libby and me were talking about how different the Youth Group is going to be and we went down to Codys office to talk and stuff. Well I decided to go up stair's and see if my parents were ready to leave because I was getting really bored of being at the church. So my parents were still talking so I went to leave and Molly ( Not real Name) came up to me and said how much she liked my contacts. And that I have beautiful eyes and so on and so on. The she said, I bet your really sad about Cody and Jeannie. Geeze thanks for that. Its ok if I bring it up because I am trying to make myself feel better or trying to get over those feelings by talking, but right now I wasn't in the mood. I was feeling vulnerable so I tried to back out. So I gave her a simple nod and turned my head, Hoping that she would get the hint and stop shoving it in my face.
Molly- Drew ( not real name also) and I plan on getting very involved doing things al the time with you guys teaching classes planning activities and so on. So don't worry well do stuff.
Me- Yeah cool.. Turn head again.
Molly- You and them were really close huh.
about now I think she should have backed off. Of COURSE they were close to me and I think she should have stopped right then, I wasn't in the mood for this.
Me- Yeah we were ( getting that awful chocked up sounding voice, on the verge of tears)
Molly- How do you feel about them leaving?
About this time I figured my best bet was to just walk away, so I did. She followed me! Not even kidding you followed me! If she had any intelligence she would have gotten the hint that I was NOT in the mood!
Molly- Are you sad or mad?
Me- Yeah I am, but that's how everyone feels when I really close friend moves away. I am glad they are doing what they want to do, And I am happy they are going to finish up their college degrees, they are going to do great things.
Molly- Yeah but its going to be ok, you can still stay in touch with them.
Me- Yeah I know.
Now while she was forcing me to have a conversation with her, one of my contacts popped out while I was rubbing my eyes trying not to cry. Because when I cry my face gets REALLY red and my eyes are really bloodshot, from not even crying very long. But obviously she didn't care if I wanted to talk to her or not.
So I basically wish people would stop calling me and telling me how sorry they are, I am tired of people telling me that its going to be ok and that I should stop crying. I can cry if I want too!! I am sorry of people telling me how close we were. Because I think I know how close I was to them. I would know how good of friends we were. I don't need someone to shove it in my face.
But I do appreciate the people who are there when I want to talk, and for those who don't tell me that its going to be ok, and tell me that its ok to be sad. Because its ok. And I know we'll still stay in touch. But for now, I really want people to stop shoving it in my face, because if I wanted to talk to them, I would initiate the conversation, or some other way, but not by shoving.
I am driving on the highway tomorrow, I am terrified.
Molly- Drew ( not real name also) and I plan on getting very involved doing things al the time with you guys teaching classes planning activities and so on. So don't worry well do stuff.
Me- Yeah cool.. Turn head again.
Molly- You and them were really close huh.
about now I think she should have backed off. Of COURSE they were close to me and I think she should have stopped right then, I wasn't in the mood for this.
Me- Yeah we were ( getting that awful chocked up sounding voice, on the verge of tears)
Molly- How do you feel about them leaving?
About this time I figured my best bet was to just walk away, so I did. She followed me! Not even kidding you followed me! If she had any intelligence she would have gotten the hint that I was NOT in the mood!
Molly- Are you sad or mad?
Me- Yeah I am, but that's how everyone feels when I really close friend moves away. I am glad they are doing what they want to do, And I am happy they are going to finish up their college degrees, they are going to do great things.
Molly- Yeah but its going to be ok, you can still stay in touch with them.
Me- Yeah I know.
Now while she was forcing me to have a conversation with her, one of my contacts popped out while I was rubbing my eyes trying not to cry. Because when I cry my face gets REALLY red and my eyes are really bloodshot, from not even crying very long. But obviously she didn't care if I wanted to talk to her or not.
So I basically wish people would stop calling me and telling me how sorry they are, I am tired of people telling me that its going to be ok and that I should stop crying. I can cry if I want too!! I am sorry of people telling me how close we were. Because I think I know how close I was to them. I would know how good of friends we were. I don't need someone to shove it in my face.
But I do appreciate the people who are there when I want to talk, and for those who don't tell me that its going to be ok, and tell me that its ok to be sad. Because its ok. And I know we'll still stay in touch. But for now, I really want people to stop shoving it in my face, because if I wanted to talk to them, I would initiate the conversation, or some other way, but not by shoving.
I am driving on the highway tomorrow, I am terrified.
What do you say......
What do you say when someone is dying. Like literally. My family went to go see this woman in our Congregation who was just told she had 2 weeks to live at the most. She is really old and ahs always been skinny and shes just the sweetest lady you have ever met. Now, my sister really wanted to go see her before she left for college, so we went to see her. I just planned on sitting in the car, pretty selfish huh. But I cant handle seeing someone who I know is in pain and is going to die. I don't Handel situations like that well, and I tend to cry because their pain, literally causes me pain. I hate to see someone suffering like that, and if I could take the pain away from them I would do it in a heart beat. No jokes, if you knew me you would know I would. So we went to see her, and oh my word, she just looked awful bless her heart. She is well I think shes around 70-80 and she had lost 40 lbs. And let me tell you she just didn't have 40 lbs. To loose!! Her pants we all baggy and her shirt was really loose on her and she was lying on the couch. We all went up to her and she wanted to shake all of our hands and wanted us to sit and chat. She was the cutest little thing, talking about how she was feeling and how she always wanted to go see Alaska, and telling us all how cute we were, and just talking up a storm. Bless her heart. She really seems at peace with dying, and isn't scared. Let me tell you she is an incredible woman. At the end we all gave her hugs. When I went to give her a hug I told her that I loved her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. For someone who is about to die, they sure do let the light of Christ shine right through no matter what. And all I hope for, is for me to be like that even when things aren't looking good. God bless you Margaret.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Potluck Religion
Well bloggers, it seems for now I am stuck on doing religious posts. I didn't intend for it to turn that way for as long at it has been. Maybe its because I find religion fascinating, and I am passionate about what I believe and how I life my life. Now I do not mean to offend anybody on their belief system here- and if you disagree with me that's ok with me. I do not want to in any way force my ideas on anybody. And I want you to still feel free to come and read what I write. If I Offend you I am deeply sorry.
Today me and my friend were talking about what church would really be like if we followed all of the "Rules" that are in the bible. There are some that we take VERY seriously. Like women should learn in scilence and in submission, and shouldn't be in a higher position over a man. And we also take the markings on the body seriously- well depending on who you are. And it seems that if someone breaks those, we freak out. Like something isn't right in the world. But its funny when people say well its in the bible. Well there are a LOT of things in the bible. Like-
No Braids in hair ( Women)
No immodest clothing.
No gold.
No expensive clothes.
No trimming of the beard.
Wear a veil for prayer.
Doing sacrifices.
Loving our neighbor as ourselves- Including, Homosexuals, Prostitutes, Sluts, Homeless people, etc.
If we took all these things seriously to the max then this is what would happen. Churches could have a guard at the door, and if you have braids, you would take them out. If you are wearing some immodest clothing you cannot come in. If they notice youre wearing expensive clothes you can't come in. If your beard is trimmed you can't come in. A collector would collect all of the gold jewelry and hold it until after. Veils would be worn during prayer. And we would make offerings and sacrifices. We would love and welcome ALL people, yes including Homosexuals, and Prostitutes.
Now I am not saying that we should make church like that. Not at all. I just think we shouldn't treat the bible as a potluck and pick and choose which things that we would follow and take seriously and just ignore the rest. But one that I would love us to take seriously is loving our neighbor's as ourselves. We would get past so much if we would just stop and love others. If you think about it, if Jesus came to the world today, he would probably not hang out with people like me. But instead reach out to the forgotten, the cursed, the unclean, impure, and the beaten, starving. He would be downtown having a chat with the homeless man down the street. He would probably go to the local pub and talk with drunkards and have dinner with Prostitutes. He would love everybody. Nobody would go forgotten. And I think sometimes we forget those. We forget to love one another. And it has torn us apart. We love the ones already loved, thinking some one else will have time for the "Unclean". And it doesn't matter if its not morally right. It matters that people feel loved and have a relationship with God and not forgotten and that nobody cares. Because life is so much easier when you know some one cares. And sometimes I think it seems like Jesus is the only one.
Please lets stop treating religion as a "Potluck".
Today me and my friend were talking about what church would really be like if we followed all of the "Rules" that are in the bible. There are some that we take VERY seriously. Like women should learn in scilence and in submission, and shouldn't be in a higher position over a man. And we also take the markings on the body seriously- well depending on who you are. And it seems that if someone breaks those, we freak out. Like something isn't right in the world. But its funny when people say well its in the bible. Well there are a LOT of things in the bible. Like-
No Braids in hair ( Women)
No immodest clothing.
No gold.
No expensive clothes.
No trimming of the beard.
Wear a veil for prayer.
Doing sacrifices.
Loving our neighbor as ourselves- Including, Homosexuals, Prostitutes, Sluts, Homeless people, etc.
If we took all these things seriously to the max then this is what would happen. Churches could have a guard at the door, and if you have braids, you would take them out. If you are wearing some immodest clothing you cannot come in. If they notice youre wearing expensive clothes you can't come in. If your beard is trimmed you can't come in. A collector would collect all of the gold jewelry and hold it until after. Veils would be worn during prayer. And we would make offerings and sacrifices. We would love and welcome ALL people, yes including Homosexuals, and Prostitutes.
Now I am not saying that we should make church like that. Not at all. I just think we shouldn't treat the bible as a potluck and pick and choose which things that we would follow and take seriously and just ignore the rest. But one that I would love us to take seriously is loving our neighbor's as ourselves. We would get past so much if we would just stop and love others. If you think about it, if Jesus came to the world today, he would probably not hang out with people like me. But instead reach out to the forgotten, the cursed, the unclean, impure, and the beaten, starving. He would be downtown having a chat with the homeless man down the street. He would probably go to the local pub and talk with drunkards and have dinner with Prostitutes. He would love everybody. Nobody would go forgotten. And I think sometimes we forget those. We forget to love one another. And it has torn us apart. We love the ones already loved, thinking some one else will have time for the "Unclean". And it doesn't matter if its not morally right. It matters that people feel loved and have a relationship with God and not forgotten and that nobody cares. Because life is so much easier when you know some one cares. And sometimes I think it seems like Jesus is the only one.
Please lets stop treating religion as a "Potluck".
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Broken, but to God its Beautiful
On my way through glorious Wyoming I heard a song on the radio that really struck me. Now my family listens to Klove and we managed to find the station in Wyoming. I was sitting in the back seat doing my Sudoku puzzles and reading a great book- Searching for God knows what. When this song came on the radio that stuck me- not by the rhythm or the beat or the tune, but the words. It turns out its a new song by Mark Shultz and its called Broken and Beautiful. I really liked it because it was more a song that was spoken, then the chorus was song like but here are the words-
There's a businessman
There's a widowed wife
A smiling face with a shattered life
A teenage girl with a choice to make
It's crowded here in church today
And the preacher says as the sermon end
sPlease close your eyes
Bow your heads
Is there anyone in need of prayer
Oh Jesus wants to meet you here
'Cuz we all fall short and we all have sinned
But where you left,
God's grace begins
(Chorus)
It's beautiful
Beautiful
Come as you are surrender your heart
Broken and beautiful
Well, he'd never been to church before
but he came today as a last resort
His world was crashing in
and he was suffocating in his sin
but tears rolled down as hope rushed in
He closed his eyes Raised his hand
Worshipping the God who can bring him back to life again and
(Chorus)
It's beautiful
Beautiful
Come as you are surrender your hear
tBroken and beautiful
Beautiful
Come as you are surrender your heart
'Cuz there's nothing more beautiful than God
and when his sons and daughters come broken
Broken and beautiful
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
come as you are
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Come as you are Broken and beautiful
Beautiful
Come as you are Surrender your heart
Broken and beautiful
Beautiful
Come as you are S
surrender your hear
tBroken and beautiful
Come as you are
Broken and beautiful
(Hallelujah)Beautiful (Hallelujah)
Come as you are Surrender your heart
Broken and beautifu
lBroken and beautiful
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Beautiful
I liked this song because, when we are broken I don't think we think that God sees us as beautiful, but instead as an ugly repulsive little creature. But to Gods eyes, no matter what struggle we have, or what we are going through to God we are beautiful. No matter what we've done or all that we could ever do, to God we are his ( he she or it, whoever God is) beautiful children, and threes nothing better than coming to Him with a broken heart.
Broken, but still oh so Beautiful.
There's a businessman
There's a widowed wife
A smiling face with a shattered life
A teenage girl with a choice to make
It's crowded here in church today
And the preacher says as the sermon end
sPlease close your eyes
Bow your heads
Is there anyone in need of prayer
Oh Jesus wants to meet you here
'Cuz we all fall short and we all have sinned
But where you left,
God's grace begins
(Chorus)
It's beautiful
Beautiful
Come as you are surrender your heart
Broken and beautiful
Well, he'd never been to church before
but he came today as a last resort
His world was crashing in
and he was suffocating in his sin
but tears rolled down as hope rushed in
He closed his eyes Raised his hand
Worshipping the God who can bring him back to life again and
(Chorus)
It's beautiful
Beautiful
Come as you are surrender your hear
tBroken and beautiful
Beautiful
Come as you are surrender your heart
'Cuz there's nothing more beautiful than God
and when his sons and daughters come broken
Broken and beautiful
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
come as you are
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Come as you are Broken and beautiful
Beautiful
Come as you are Surrender your heart
Broken and beautiful
Beautiful
Come as you are S
surrender your hear
tBroken and beautiful
Come as you are
Broken and beautiful
(Hallelujah)Beautiful (Hallelujah)
Come as you are Surrender your heart
Broken and beautifu
lBroken and beautiful
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Beautiful
I liked this song because, when we are broken I don't think we think that God sees us as beautiful, but instead as an ugly repulsive little creature. But to Gods eyes, no matter what struggle we have, or what we are going through to God we are beautiful. No matter what we've done or all that we could ever do, to God we are his ( he she or it, whoever God is) beautiful children, and threes nothing better than coming to Him with a broken heart.
Broken, but still oh so Beautiful.
Down the Crapper
Well a couple nights ago I was ending my Alaskan adventure. We were staying our last night in an Anchorage hotel. My sister and my Cousin and I were sharing a room. The room was pretty big but it was really weird. Alright I am getting sidetracked back to the story. So I decided to take a shower, when I went to set my glasses down I realized that the sink was in the hall way- woops to late for that. So I didn't want to set them on the floor because without my glasses I am blind as a bat, and I didn't want to step on them. The only other spot to put them was on the back of the toilet. I went to put the cover down, and their wasn't a cover. What kind of toilet doesn't have a cover!? But I had no choice. So I put them their. I took my shower and I came out grabbed a towel and flushed the toilet came out of the shower and though oh no where are my glasses. I couldn't find them anywhere. My Aunt and Uncle came in and they couldn't find them either. There was only one place they could have gone- yep folks that right. The toilet. So we all took turns trying to get them out. We used shopping bags as gloves but we couldn't find them. So the next morning we had the maitenence man come and see if he could get them. He put a snake thingy in the toilet and managed to find half of my glasses broken and twisted with no lenses. Crap. I am so blind without them. So for the past three days I have been going around blind, we are finally home and I have an eye appointment tomorrow. Finally I can see again!
I realized how much I take eye sight for granted, and believe me I wont ever do that again. But out of all the advice you hear, let this be the most important one you remember- don't ever flush your glasses down the crapper!
I realized how much I take eye sight for granted, and believe me I wont ever do that again. But out of all the advice you hear, let this be the most important one you remember- don't ever flush your glasses down the crapper!
Monday, August 14, 2006
Back to Basics
This has been bothering me for the past couple of days.
I went to a resteraunt with my family in Anchorage and we were all very very hungry. We ordered over an hour ago and our food still had not yet come. We began the process of going around the table and saying how starving we were. After I said it, I instantly felt remorse. No I am not starving, all the people in Africa with no food are starving, all the kids in orphanages that don't take care of the kids very well, are starving. Not me What I have is a simple hanger pain to them. It bothers me how e instantly think that we have it al bad, when we in fact are the most well off in the whole world!! I realized that we need to step it up, and get involved. Its time we stopped complaining, when were not the ones who should be complaining. Our country complains about many things that others would love to have-
Oil Prices. Hey at least we even have a car that runs!
When we don't get food when we want it, we are automatically starving, no we are not starving.
We worry about many things are aren't even that that important that we argue about all the time like the roles of women in church and how much money to put into the plate, how we are going to afford a new church building, why we have to do things that other people don't have to.
Maybe its time we stop worrying about ourselves, but take care of others worries.
I say its time we get back to Basics.
Back to Jesus.
I went to a resteraunt with my family in Anchorage and we were all very very hungry. We ordered over an hour ago and our food still had not yet come. We began the process of going around the table and saying how starving we were. After I said it, I instantly felt remorse. No I am not starving, all the people in Africa with no food are starving, all the kids in orphanages that don't take care of the kids very well, are starving. Not me What I have is a simple hanger pain to them. It bothers me how e instantly think that we have it al bad, when we in fact are the most well off in the whole world!! I realized that we need to step it up, and get involved. Its time we stopped complaining, when were not the ones who should be complaining. Our country complains about many things that others would love to have-
Oil Prices. Hey at least we even have a car that runs!
When we don't get food when we want it, we are automatically starving, no we are not starving.
We worry about many things are aren't even that that important that we argue about all the time like the roles of women in church and how much money to put into the plate, how we are going to afford a new church building, why we have to do things that other people don't have to.
Maybe its time we stop worrying about ourselves, but take care of others worries.
I say its time we get back to Basics.
Back to Jesus.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Briefing up camp
Camp,
Well admist all that has been happening I forgot to share some camp stuff. Alright so here it goes. The camp go to is called Camp Ivydale and its near Boise. So my Youth Group has to go drive for about 6-8 hours depending on how many "Potty Stops" we have to make. When someone has to go we atarted saying Bono ( Bon-yo) on the top of our lungs, but only for awhile it was very short lived. I decided to trek it up to camp n the church van with Cody as the driver Me, Megan, My friend Ashley from school that I brought along, Jessa, Zac, Christopher, Jamie, Dalton, and Jamies friend Eric. So we were all very cozy. When we got to camp, to tell you the truth it didn't feel like camp, I dunno it didn't have that feel, it felt like something was missing, but I didn't know what, So I went to get our cabin assignments and Hurray I was in Cabin 4. Now cabin four is like the camps Hilton Hotel- It has Bunks not prison beds and is square not A frame. Not a whole ot of a difference but hey to a summer camp its a big difference. And my Counselors were Amy and Elizabeth. Now I knew Amy from lat year and she was way cool, and Elizabeth was new but I loved her too.
Now this year camp had some changes and I didn't like some of them here they are-
For small groups or "Meadow Moments" we usually combine it with boys and girls from all the different cabins, so we aren't with the same people ALL the time. But nope not this year, we were with the girls in our cabins- yeah not cool. But sense cabin four has like 23 girls in it we split it in half. But still, I didn't like this whole thing. In my group we had this girl who sways back and forth all the time- it drives me crazy. Ahhh. And whenever someone would ask a question she always ALWAYS answered first. And she gave the average answers- the ones every body gives. But at least she answered. I applaud her for that. Oh yeah and we were studying 1st timothy ( More on that later, oh LOTS more)
Second of all- No skits after night lesson. We ALWAYS have skits after lesson ALWAYS. And my cabin came up with some great Ideas for skits, But his year they decided not to do them, and I love skits. So it didn't feel the same. But we did have skits the first night and they were like so stupid. Cain one and Cabin tent did them, and they really sucked. I am not kidding they stunk.
Ok enough with changed lets get on to soemf un stuff
We always give out awards on the last night after the talent show. The talent show was great and a girl in my cabin named Tiffany sung acapella from a song in Phantom of the Opera and man she is good. I guess there is a reason why she is going to go to Music Collegde. She hopes to be on Broadway one of these days and I have no doubt that she will make it.
Awards are given to the people who best represent the awards that we always give out every year ( duh) ok so this year the Newbie award went to Jessica Wilson from my church and it was cool. And another girl from my church Jamie got the Paul-timothy award, for the person who has been the most mentoring. And I got the Spirit Award! Its for the person with the most camp Spirit obviously! And the big Kahuna of all awards is given to the person who represents all the awards and my god friend Kate Conder ( the girl I was Counselors with at pre teen) got it for the girls. I knew she was going to get it. But for the boys ( Ok I have a funny story) sorry its too good I have to tell it- Haley this counselor at camp is a major skank- she dresses very immondesly and is ALL about the boys- she gave aout dating advice to the 7th graders and found a camper to be her boyfriend- ,mind you she is a counselor. And she came up to the microphone and she was giving out the boy award she came to the from and said "now I have the boy" and then I said "As always!" now I dint mean to say it as loud as I did, but it gave people some good laughs.
But I have to say the Kingdom Walk was Awesome this year. The Kingdom Walk is what we do on the last night of camp, and we did the stations thingy like we did at the Easter retreat. And this time it was we went around with groups of ten and we wrote in our books and we would say a prayer about the thing at the station. It was AWESOME. Everyone loved it and once again it made a lot of people cry. We all enjoyed it.
Well I have many more camp stories to tell you, but I am not able to tell them all right now, heres something to look forward to- the car ride chats, ah those are very awesome not average awesome.
Well I also have some Alaska posts that I have to do but I have to do those later.
Peace
Well admist all that has been happening I forgot to share some camp stuff. Alright so here it goes. The camp go to is called Camp Ivydale and its near Boise. So my Youth Group has to go drive for about 6-8 hours depending on how many "Potty Stops" we have to make. When someone has to go we atarted saying Bono ( Bon-yo) on the top of our lungs, but only for awhile it was very short lived. I decided to trek it up to camp n the church van with Cody as the driver Me, Megan, My friend Ashley from school that I brought along, Jessa, Zac, Christopher, Jamie, Dalton, and Jamies friend Eric. So we were all very cozy. When we got to camp, to tell you the truth it didn't feel like camp, I dunno it didn't have that feel, it felt like something was missing, but I didn't know what, So I went to get our cabin assignments and Hurray I was in Cabin 4. Now cabin four is like the camps Hilton Hotel- It has Bunks not prison beds and is square not A frame. Not a whole ot of a difference but hey to a summer camp its a big difference. And my Counselors were Amy and Elizabeth. Now I knew Amy from lat year and she was way cool, and Elizabeth was new but I loved her too.
Now this year camp had some changes and I didn't like some of them here they are-
For small groups or "Meadow Moments" we usually combine it with boys and girls from all the different cabins, so we aren't with the same people ALL the time. But nope not this year, we were with the girls in our cabins- yeah not cool. But sense cabin four has like 23 girls in it we split it in half. But still, I didn't like this whole thing. In my group we had this girl who sways back and forth all the time- it drives me crazy. Ahhh. And whenever someone would ask a question she always ALWAYS answered first. And she gave the average answers- the ones every body gives. But at least she answered. I applaud her for that. Oh yeah and we were studying 1st timothy ( More on that later, oh LOTS more)
Second of all- No skits after night lesson. We ALWAYS have skits after lesson ALWAYS. And my cabin came up with some great Ideas for skits, But his year they decided not to do them, and I love skits. So it didn't feel the same. But we did have skits the first night and they were like so stupid. Cain one and Cabin tent did them, and they really sucked. I am not kidding they stunk.
Ok enough with changed lets get on to soemf un stuff
We always give out awards on the last night after the talent show. The talent show was great and a girl in my cabin named Tiffany sung acapella from a song in Phantom of the Opera and man she is good. I guess there is a reason why she is going to go to Music Collegde. She hopes to be on Broadway one of these days and I have no doubt that she will make it.
Awards are given to the people who best represent the awards that we always give out every year ( duh) ok so this year the Newbie award went to Jessica Wilson from my church and it was cool. And another girl from my church Jamie got the Paul-timothy award, for the person who has been the most mentoring. And I got the Spirit Award! Its for the person with the most camp Spirit obviously! And the big Kahuna of all awards is given to the person who represents all the awards and my god friend Kate Conder ( the girl I was Counselors with at pre teen) got it for the girls. I knew she was going to get it. But for the boys ( Ok I have a funny story) sorry its too good I have to tell it- Haley this counselor at camp is a major skank- she dresses very immondesly and is ALL about the boys- she gave aout dating advice to the 7th graders and found a camper to be her boyfriend- ,mind you she is a counselor. And she came up to the microphone and she was giving out the boy award she came to the from and said "now I have the boy" and then I said "As always!" now I dint mean to say it as loud as I did, but it gave people some good laughs.
But I have to say the Kingdom Walk was Awesome this year. The Kingdom Walk is what we do on the last night of camp, and we did the stations thingy like we did at the Easter retreat. And this time it was we went around with groups of ten and we wrote in our books and we would say a prayer about the thing at the station. It was AWESOME. Everyone loved it and once again it made a lot of people cry. We all enjoyed it.
Well I have many more camp stories to tell you, but I am not able to tell them all right now, heres something to look forward to- the car ride chats, ah those are very awesome not average awesome.
Well I also have some Alaska posts that I have to do but I have to do those later.
Peace
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