Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting. He had been alone all night. The solemn look on his face beckoned her to get to know him. Why would a good-looking man be sitting by himself, so depressed?
As she neared where he was sitting, he looked up and caught her eye. Her heart seemed to skip a beat and she couldn't breath. Did he feel that too? She almost wanted to turn around. The strange feelings swirling in her head scared her. Her friends giggling in the background urged her on. I have to do this! He was still looking at her when she finally arrived.
She sat down at the bar stool next to him. They both looked at each other without saying anything. Angela had this strange feeling that she already knew him. He opened his mouth to be the first to talk and nothing came out.
"H-h-h-hi.", he stuttered.
"Hello there. I'm Angela."
"Have we met before? You seem familiar?"
"I felt the same way! I have never met you. What's your name?"
"William. I'm William. Uhh... why are your friends staring at us?"
Angela turned around and, sure enough, her friends were mesmerized by the chemistry between the two. She gave them a look that they immediately understood and they all went back to looking busy. Angela could fill them in later.
"So, I notice you've been alone all night and you looked sad. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"
"Actually, Angela, you already have. Keep me company."
"Of course. William, what did you feel when we made eye contact?"
"I couldn't breathe, Angela. Let's get to know each other."
"Yes, Let's do that, William."
Monday, October 12, 2015
Well...
I have nothing to say. I really really do not know what to say anymore. I have been writing these posts for a long time know. Now, I am plumb out of ideas. I used prompts. I used my brain. I have nothing left. I have tried freewriting. Maybe I'll just free write this. That is a really good iea. What do you ugys think? Is it a good idea? What are your thoughts on freewriting?
I am really tired today. It was a long day and I still have lots to do. I babysat this morning for four hours. We went on a crazy walk together around the entire neighborhood. I was exhausted. My legs were so cold and my body was hot that they were painfully itchy. It was such a peaceful walk. I was just listening to the leaves rustle and the grass sway. I also listened to God. I prayed and I talked.
I got home and did a few hours of schoolwork. Since, I'm homeschooled I have a certain amount of work that needs to be done everyday. It was a challenge to stay focused. It is hard to get work done when you don't feel like getting work done. But, I finished. Except for my English homework which I am doing right now by blogging this post.
Soon, I have to make supper for the family. We are having pancakes. I don't remember the last time I have had pancakes for breakfast. We don;t have time to make meals for breakfast. But, for supper, we have time. So, we're having pancakes.
Later, I am going to Panera to lead a bible study. This is our first week so I am really excited to get started and get a feel for how that is going to play out.
That has been my day so far. Time goes fast when you force yourself to stop thinking and just write.
I am really tired today. It was a long day and I still have lots to do. I babysat this morning for four hours. We went on a crazy walk together around the entire neighborhood. I was exhausted. My legs were so cold and my body was hot that they were painfully itchy. It was such a peaceful walk. I was just listening to the leaves rustle and the grass sway. I also listened to God. I prayed and I talked.
I got home and did a few hours of schoolwork. Since, I'm homeschooled I have a certain amount of work that needs to be done everyday. It was a challenge to stay focused. It is hard to get work done when you don't feel like getting work done. But, I finished. Except for my English homework which I am doing right now by blogging this post.
Soon, I have to make supper for the family. We are having pancakes. I don't remember the last time I have had pancakes for breakfast. We don;t have time to make meals for breakfast. But, for supper, we have time. So, we're having pancakes.
Later, I am going to Panera to lead a bible study. This is our first week so I am really excited to get started and get a feel for how that is going to play out.
That has been my day so far. Time goes fast when you force yourself to stop thinking and just write.
Saturday, October 10, 2015
What's Cooking?
Pumpkin Spice Latte Mug Cake
Ingredients:
Directions:
I began by making a homemade Bisquick. (The only time we run out of Bisquick is when we desperately need it, of course!) As I worked on step one, the smell of pumpkin filled my nose. I am not a fan of pumpkin, so it is kind of funny I chose this recipe. The smell is strong and I stretch out my arms to get it as far away from my body as possible. My arm gets tired as I stir the ingredients.
I pour half the mix in one mug, and the other half in another mug. It spills over the edge and drips onto my finger and the counter.
Soon, it is all mixed together. Unlike the recipe states, the batter is not lumpy.
I put the mugs in the microwave for two minutes. As they are cooking, I wash all the measuring cups and bowls I used while baking.
I take the mugs out of the microwave. They are too hot to hold. I guess they weren't microwavable! I quickly set them on the counter. I stick a knife in the middle to make sure it has cooked completely. The cake is spongey against the force of my finger.
I carefully scoop a beautifully-rounded spoon of vanilla ice cream and add a hint of cinnamon.
My pumpkin spiced latte mug cakes are ready to be served. It was a big success. Everyone in my family liked it. Even I had a few bites! With the heat of the cake and the cold of the ice cream, the temperature in my mouth was perfect. I could taste the pumpkin, of course, along with the cinnamon and strong coffee. I will be making this again!
Ingredients:
- 2 tablespoons butter, melted and cooled
- 1 egg
- 3 tablespoons brewed espresso coffee or very strong coffee, room temperature
- 1 tablespoon canned pumpkin (not pumpkin pie mix)
- 1/4 cup sugar
- 1/3 cup Original Bisquick mix
- 1/2 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice
- Pinch of salt
- Whipped cream or ice cream, for serving
- Ground cinnamon, for serving
Directions:
- In a small bowl, beat melted butter, egg, espresso and pumpkin with whisk. Add the sugar, Bisquick mix, pumpkin pie spice and salt. Mix until incorporated; batter may be lumpy.
- Divide batter between 2 microwavable mugs. Microwave uncovered on High for 2 minutes. Cool a few minutes before serving.
- Top with whipped cream and/or ice cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon.
I began by making a homemade Bisquick. (The only time we run out of Bisquick is when we desperately need it, of course!) As I worked on step one, the smell of pumpkin filled my nose. I am not a fan of pumpkin, so it is kind of funny I chose this recipe. The smell is strong and I stretch out my arms to get it as far away from my body as possible. My arm gets tired as I stir the ingredients.
I pour half the mix in one mug, and the other half in another mug. It spills over the edge and drips onto my finger and the counter.
Soon, it is all mixed together. Unlike the recipe states, the batter is not lumpy.
I put the mugs in the microwave for two minutes. As they are cooking, I wash all the measuring cups and bowls I used while baking.
I carefully scoop a beautifully-rounded spoon of vanilla ice cream and add a hint of cinnamon.
My pumpkin spiced latte mug cakes are ready to be served. It was a big success. Everyone in my family liked it. Even I had a few bites! With the heat of the cake and the cold of the ice cream, the temperature in my mouth was perfect. I could taste the pumpkin, of course, along with the cinnamon and strong coffee. I will be making this again!
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
Some things everyone should have for $20 or less...
1) Screwdrivers
Seriously, do you know how many things we are are built with screws? Lots! So, we need to be prepared for when, not if, they fall apart.
2) Fire extinguisher
These are not all that great for a raging house fire, but when a cooking experiment goes wrong, this will do the job.
3) Jumper cables
If everyone had jumper cables in their car, we would never have to work about needing help. As long as we're around other people, our car will start back up again.
4) Car cellphone charger
We really too much on our cellphones to not have one of these. What happens when you are using your cell's GPS and it dies? You're lost. Good luck!
5) Rechargeable batteries
We never buy the non-rechargeable now. They last so much longer and are totally worth the price.
6) Dry shampoo
Girls, I plan outfits around my use of dry shampoo. When you need more sleep and have no time to shower, dry shampoo takes about 5 seconds to apply and makes your hair look good as new. It also helps give hair texture to perfect a messy bun or increase the volume a tad.
7) The right pillow
The object we lay our heads on play a huge role in how well we sleep. Waking up with a kink in our neck is not pleasant.
8) Lifestraw
For when you are stranded in the middle of nowhere and need clean water to drink. DO NOT drink water without sanitizing it first. This straw does it for you. If you're in for a real adventure, boiling the water would be the way to go.
9) Swiss army knife
There are things daily a knife is needed for. Opening a jar, spreading butter, cutting a box, etc.
Seriously, do you know how many things we are are built with screws? Lots! So, we need to be prepared for when, not if, they fall apart.
2) Fire extinguisher
These are not all that great for a raging house fire, but when a cooking experiment goes wrong, this will do the job.
3) Jumper cables
If everyone had jumper cables in their car, we would never have to work about needing help. As long as we're around other people, our car will start back up again.
4) Car cellphone charger
We really too much on our cellphones to not have one of these. What happens when you are using your cell's GPS and it dies? You're lost. Good luck!
5) Rechargeable batteries
We never buy the non-rechargeable now. They last so much longer and are totally worth the price.
6) Dry shampoo
Girls, I plan outfits around my use of dry shampoo. When you need more sleep and have no time to shower, dry shampoo takes about 5 seconds to apply and makes your hair look good as new. It also helps give hair texture to perfect a messy bun or increase the volume a tad.
7) The right pillow
The object we lay our heads on play a huge role in how well we sleep. Waking up with a kink in our neck is not pleasant.
8) Lifestraw
For when you are stranded in the middle of nowhere and need clean water to drink. DO NOT drink water without sanitizing it first. This straw does it for you. If you're in for a real adventure, boiling the water would be the way to go.
9) Swiss army knife
There are things daily a knife is needed for. Opening a jar, spreading butter, cutting a box, etc.
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Fluency Blog Reflection
This was a little rough for me. There were days that I would do two or three posts in one sitting just to get them out of the way. These were not my best posts. I started out pretty excited to see myself succeed in this task. I was aware of the level of commitment it would take. I knew I would have a hard time coming up with things to write about. I am not the most creative person. My biggest concern was what to write about.
I would start the day digging through my brain, trying to see if anything was heavy on my heart. When nothing would come to mind, I would look up a new post or ask a family member for help. At times I had something on my heart, I would start writing and it would spill out. This was the easiest time for me to write.
I have always been an avid journal-er. It is easier for me to get thoughts out through paper than by mouth. I think I feel less pressure when I write; once it's out of my mouth there is no taking it back. It makes me more cautious. When I write, I know I can always alter it. With this assurance, I don't mess up as often. Thoughts flow more freely.
This writing project has expanded my creativity. I have been able to write about more than just feelings currently on my mind. I have been forced to sit and think and write every day. At times, it was a struggle to get to the 300-word limit. Other times, I had more words than necessary. Those were my favorite.
I really did not like having to worry about posting over the weekend. My weekends are always so full of family time and work schedules, it was hard to find time to complete my assignment. I got behind often, but would make up for it in the next couple of days.
Overall, this project showed me parts of myself I hadn't seen before. I found a touch of creativity hidden inside me. I found how to better balance my writing schedule so I was not writing about nonsense. I struggled. I got upset. I laughed about it. I learned. That's really important to me. No matter how bad my writing turned out, I learned something about myself and it was all worth it.
I would start the day digging through my brain, trying to see if anything was heavy on my heart. When nothing would come to mind, I would look up a new post or ask a family member for help. At times I had something on my heart, I would start writing and it would spill out. This was the easiest time for me to write.
I have always been an avid journal-er. It is easier for me to get thoughts out through paper than by mouth. I think I feel less pressure when I write; once it's out of my mouth there is no taking it back. It makes me more cautious. When I write, I know I can always alter it. With this assurance, I don't mess up as often. Thoughts flow more freely.
This writing project has expanded my creativity. I have been able to write about more than just feelings currently on my mind. I have been forced to sit and think and write every day. At times, it was a struggle to get to the 300-word limit. Other times, I had more words than necessary. Those were my favorite.
I really did not like having to worry about posting over the weekend. My weekends are always so full of family time and work schedules, it was hard to find time to complete my assignment. I got behind often, but would make up for it in the next couple of days.
Overall, this project showed me parts of myself I hadn't seen before. I found a touch of creativity hidden inside me. I found how to better balance my writing schedule so I was not writing about nonsense. I struggled. I got upset. I laughed about it. I learned. That's really important to me. No matter how bad my writing turned out, I learned something about myself and it was all worth it.
Friday, October 2, 2015
Second Chances
The Other Wes Moore by Wes Moore
I will quote from discussion board in order to expand on the answer I posted there. Professor Anthony asked the class, "Both Wes's are given warnings (after an encouter with police/advice from Tony) about their behavior and its subsequent path. When do they face second chances? How are these different from last chances?"
My answer was, "Wes gets a second chance when he hears from his friend about the job program. He takes this second chance and thrives. He got to choose whether or not he took his second chance. It was in his control. Looking at the bigger picture, it seems that may have been his second chance AND his last chance. For some reason that was not explained in the book, Wes suddenly throws his whole life away by robbing a jewelry store. So, his last chance was to change his life, he took it and then threw it away.
Wes had his second chance when he was forced into military school. He was not happy about this but soon began to love it. This second chance was out of his hands. His mother took this second chance for Wes. Although he did not get to choose it, he still benefited from it. Because Wes had this second chance, and stuck with it, he did not need another chance. He let his first chance change him.
Second chances are easy to distinguish. Last chances are not. We can see right up front when we are getting another chance. But not until way later will we see that it may have been our last chance."
To expand a little farther, second chances seem to be pretty common. A lot of people talk about when they had their second chance. But, years later, do they realize it was actually their last chance? Do people ever give up their second chance, assuming they will have a third or fourth or fifth? And when those third, firth, and fifth chances never come, what do they do then? Live with regrets? I sure would.
I will quote from discussion board in order to expand on the answer I posted there. Professor Anthony asked the class, "Both Wes's are given warnings (after an encouter with police/advice from Tony) about their behavior and its subsequent path. When do they face second chances? How are these different from last chances?"
My answer was, "Wes gets a second chance when he hears from his friend about the job program. He takes this second chance and thrives. He got to choose whether or not he took his second chance. It was in his control. Looking at the bigger picture, it seems that may have been his second chance AND his last chance. For some reason that was not explained in the book, Wes suddenly throws his whole life away by robbing a jewelry store. So, his last chance was to change his life, he took it and then threw it away.
Wes had his second chance when he was forced into military school. He was not happy about this but soon began to love it. This second chance was out of his hands. His mother took this second chance for Wes. Although he did not get to choose it, he still benefited from it. Because Wes had this second chance, and stuck with it, he did not need another chance. He let his first chance change him.
Second chances are easy to distinguish. Last chances are not. We can see right up front when we are getting another chance. But not until way later will we see that it may have been our last chance."
To expand a little farther, second chances seem to be pretty common. A lot of people talk about when they had their second chance. But, years later, do they realize it was actually their last chance? Do people ever give up their second chance, assuming they will have a third or fourth or fifth? And when those third, firth, and fifth chances never come, what do they do then? Live with regrets? I sure would.
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Patience
What is patience? According to Dictionary.com, patience is the capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble, or suffering without getting angry or upset. How many of us really have the true definition of patience. What is a virtue? Coming from the same source, a virtue is a behavior showing high moral standards. I think it is safe to say that patience is a virtue.
Taking the definition for patience word by word, we can see that not only do we have to tolerate a delay, but it has to be without being upset or angry. Many people have managed to be patient while being impatient. They can tolerate the delay, but not without complaining and showing their irritation.
How do we achieve pure patience? Does it come from experience? Can it be passed down from generation to generation? Can it become a habit? Where does patience begin? Does it have an end?
There are so many aspects of patience. I'm not sure that it is even possible to be patient at all times. Imagine the most patient person, reacting well in every situation, until the day they just lose control. We are not perfect human beings. Only a perfect human could be patient all the time.
This perspective goes for many characteristics. Joy, happiness (there is a difference between the two), kindness, gentleness, love, peace, and so on. We were all created with different characteristics. Those with kindness may not know how to be happy. Those who are gentle may not be peaceful.
For some reason, patience has been on my mind lately. I guess, before I bought my car, I had to have so much patience. I knew when I wanted the car but God had other plans. Boy, am I glad I waited. The car I have now fits all my needs. I just had to be patient.
Taking the definition for patience word by word, we can see that not only do we have to tolerate a delay, but it has to be without being upset or angry. Many people have managed to be patient while being impatient. They can tolerate the delay, but not without complaining and showing their irritation.
How do we achieve pure patience? Does it come from experience? Can it be passed down from generation to generation? Can it become a habit? Where does patience begin? Does it have an end?
There are so many aspects of patience. I'm not sure that it is even possible to be patient at all times. Imagine the most patient person, reacting well in every situation, until the day they just lose control. We are not perfect human beings. Only a perfect human could be patient all the time.
This perspective goes for many characteristics. Joy, happiness (there is a difference between the two), kindness, gentleness, love, peace, and so on. We were all created with different characteristics. Those with kindness may not know how to be happy. Those who are gentle may not be peaceful.
For some reason, patience has been on my mind lately. I guess, before I bought my car, I had to have so much patience. I knew when I wanted the car but God had other plans. Boy, am I glad I waited. The car I have now fits all my needs. I just had to be patient.
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Big Choices
I bought a car today. I think I am in shock. This car belongs to me. I have never spent so much money on something. It is so exciting. I get to personalize it and make it my own.
I worked a full time job all summer in order to make this purchase. I planned on buying a car at the end of August. When August came and went, I realized I was not quite reaching my goal. I started saving even more. I barely had any spending money. Thankfully, I am still living with my parents and have only one bill to pay. That makes things much easier.
After saving up for so long, it was hard to spend the money. It took so long to get here and now it's gone. But, I have to remind myself that it isn't just gone. I have a car now! It is so exciting.
Buying this car has matured me. I have learned so much from this experience. I learned patience when I was not able to buy a car on my own timing. I learned to be responsible with my money, to save from my paychecks instead of spend it on things I don't really need.
I can't wait to vacuum it, fill it up with gas, make it smell good, add my personal touches. I will never forget today. I am hoping this car lasts through college. That is my plan. I know we will just have to wait and see how it goes. I need to name my car. I haven't had it long enough to feel it is is feminine or manly. I'll let you know what I decide.
I worked a full time job all summer in order to make this purchase. I planned on buying a car at the end of August. When August came and went, I realized I was not quite reaching my goal. I started saving even more. I barely had any spending money. Thankfully, I am still living with my parents and have only one bill to pay. That makes things much easier.
After saving up for so long, it was hard to spend the money. It took so long to get here and now it's gone. But, I have to remind myself that it isn't just gone. I have a car now! It is so exciting.
Buying this car has matured me. I have learned so much from this experience. I learned patience when I was not able to buy a car on my own timing. I learned to be responsible with my money, to save from my paychecks instead of spend it on things I don't really need.
I can't wait to vacuum it, fill it up with gas, make it smell good, add my personal touches. I will never forget today. I am hoping this car lasts through college. That is my plan. I know we will just have to wait and see how it goes. I need to name my car. I haven't had it long enough to feel it is is feminine or manly. I'll let you know what I decide.
Interests
I have felt God changing my heart lately. I feel that something big is about to happen and I am being prepared.
I tend to be a worry-wart. I don't like. I don't mean to. It is just part of my personality. When my little sister is playing outside, I have to check on her every so often to make sure she isn't hurt or was kidnapped. I always check doors before I go to bed to make sure they are locked. Of course, worrying can be a good thing. But, just like so many other things on earth, too much of something good creates something bad.
Lately, I have not been worried. I have had this sense of peace that I know could have only come from God. As I have been searching for a car, I feel a sense of urgency. Then I realize that God will provide the right car in the right timing. He has already provided temporary transportation in the meantime.
When I think about having to check on my little sister playing outside, I stop myself and think. Do I really need to check on her? Won't God take care of her? If, for some reason I would not be aware of, something happened to her, it would all be part of God's plan.
My worrying can be translating to a lack of faith. I worry because I don't really trust that God is in control. Well, that's what He has been teaching me. He is in control. He made the universe. He created all that exists, including my brain.
We trust that a lightbulb will work because we trust that the inventor knew what he was doing. He created the lightbulb in order to create light form electricity. Or the microwave. We trust in the microwave working because we trust the inventor. How is God any different? Shouldn't we know life will work out because we trust the inventor of life?
I am being rhetorical. I am attempting to portray the rampant thoughts running through my brain. Does this make sense to anyone else?
I tend to be a worry-wart. I don't like. I don't mean to. It is just part of my personality. When my little sister is playing outside, I have to check on her every so often to make sure she isn't hurt or was kidnapped. I always check doors before I go to bed to make sure they are locked. Of course, worrying can be a good thing. But, just like so many other things on earth, too much of something good creates something bad.
Lately, I have not been worried. I have had this sense of peace that I know could have only come from God. As I have been searching for a car, I feel a sense of urgency. Then I realize that God will provide the right car in the right timing. He has already provided temporary transportation in the meantime.
When I think about having to check on my little sister playing outside, I stop myself and think. Do I really need to check on her? Won't God take care of her? If, for some reason I would not be aware of, something happened to her, it would all be part of God's plan.
My worrying can be translating to a lack of faith. I worry because I don't really trust that God is in control. Well, that's what He has been teaching me. He is in control. He made the universe. He created all that exists, including my brain.
We trust that a lightbulb will work because we trust that the inventor knew what he was doing. He created the lightbulb in order to create light form electricity. Or the microwave. We trust in the microwave working because we trust the inventor. How is God any different? Shouldn't we know life will work out because we trust the inventor of life?
I am being rhetorical. I am attempting to portray the rampant thoughts running through my brain. Does this make sense to anyone else?
Monday, September 28, 2015
Sarah Liu's Story Part 2
Once Sarah returned form bible training, she felt a calling from God
to serve those who did not yet know Him. Sarah was arrested once while
telling others about God. Her dad brought her home and tried convincing
her stay with him, where she would be safe. She said no, that she had
to go back out to serve God. She knew that her love for Jesus had to be
bigger than her love for her dad. Her dad was not a Christian and did
not understand this. He disowned her.
Sarah was arrested a second time. Her dad came to get her. He still loved her, even though she chose to leave home. He tried convincing her again, to stay home. Still, she did not stay home. She went back out to tell people about GOd.
Sarah was arrested a third time. This time, she was held hostage. He feet were shackled. She was beaten. She wanted to give up and prayed to God that He would save her form her torture. As she prayed, her mind saw an image of Jesus when He was beaten and tortured. His body was bruised and bloody. He died for her. Could she not do the same? This image gave her the courage to stay strong while they continued to hurt her body.
Sarah was released from prison and is back out there, telling people about God.
I have never suffered this kind of persecution for my faith. Sarah's story taught me many things. First, I am blessed to live in a country where I can believe in God freely. Second, I need to be willing to lay down my life for the One that laid His life down for me. God will provide for me and keep me safe. But, the day may come where my safety is no longer on earth but in heaven.
Sarah was arrested a second time. Her dad came to get her. He still loved her, even though she chose to leave home. He tried convincing her again, to stay home. Still, she did not stay home. She went back out to tell people about GOd.
Sarah was arrested a third time. This time, she was held hostage. He feet were shackled. She was beaten. She wanted to give up and prayed to God that He would save her form her torture. As she prayed, her mind saw an image of Jesus when He was beaten and tortured. His body was bruised and bloody. He died for her. Could she not do the same? This image gave her the courage to stay strong while they continued to hurt her body.
Sarah was released from prison and is back out there, telling people about God.
I have never suffered this kind of persecution for my faith. Sarah's story taught me many things. First, I am blessed to live in a country where I can believe in God freely. Second, I need to be willing to lay down my life for the One that laid His life down for me. God will provide for me and keep me safe. But, the day may come where my safety is no longer on earth but in heaven.
Sarah Liu's Story Part 1
On September 26th, the Voice of the Martyrs (VOM) organization came to Skyline Baptist, my home church. VOM is a group of people that are willing to assist Christians being persecuted around the world. On their website you can find their five main purposes for their organization (www.persecution.com).
I was able to attend this conference and want to share with you what I learned. There were four speakers. I was only able to see two of them. The second speaker , Sarah Liu, is who I want to talk about.
Sarah Liu's family lived in China. Her mother became the first Christian in her family. She would pray with tears every day for her family to believe what she believed. Sarah was not interested in her mother's new-found relationship with God. Sarah passed the test to enter college but her family had no money for her to go to school. Sarah was very upset and depressed that she could not continue her education.
Sarah was invited to a party by her extended family. The party was three hours away form her home and did not start until 10:00 at night. She was very confused as to why the party started so late at night. She wondered, "What kind of party is this?". The party ended up being three days long. It was full of prayer and worship for Jesus Christ. During this party is when Sarah met Jesus for the first time. This is when she truly understood what it meant to believe in God and know Jesus.
Her old dream to go to college changed when she became a Christian. She no longer wished to go to school. Now, she dreamed of serving Christ the rest of her life. Her mother was able to send her to a three month long bible training. During those three months, Sarah learned about the four Gospel books.
I was able to attend this conference and want to share with you what I learned. There were four speakers. I was only able to see two of them. The second speaker , Sarah Liu, is who I want to talk about.
Sarah Liu's family lived in China. Her mother became the first Christian in her family. She would pray with tears every day for her family to believe what she believed. Sarah was not interested in her mother's new-found relationship with God. Sarah passed the test to enter college but her family had no money for her to go to school. Sarah was very upset and depressed that she could not continue her education.
Sarah was invited to a party by her extended family. The party was three hours away form her home and did not start until 10:00 at night. She was very confused as to why the party started so late at night. She wondered, "What kind of party is this?". The party ended up being three days long. It was full of prayer and worship for Jesus Christ. During this party is when Sarah met Jesus for the first time. This is when she truly understood what it meant to believe in God and know Jesus.
Her old dream to go to college changed when she became a Christian. She no longer wished to go to school. Now, she dreamed of serving Christ the rest of her life. Her mother was able to send her to a three month long bible training. During those three months, Sarah learned about the four Gospel books.
Saturday, September 26, 2015
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I turned in my paper for English a few days ago. I had to pick one
thing I believe in and write about that belief and my reasons behind
believing. Then, the four other people in my writing group had to
respond to my paper and critique it. Not to tear it apart, but to help
me make it better.
I chose to write on modesty, the important role it plays in my life, and why I believe in being modest. One person in particular was very blunt when responding to my thoughts. I am having a hard time breaking down my defenses. I just recently wrote about taking criticism. I am not supposed to take it personally, but use their responses to better my paper.
Now, here I am, struggling to find what I can take from his responses to make my paper better. I understand that I believe in something unique, something out-of-the-blue. Not very many people will agree with me. That makes it hard for those people to respond in a positive way. I get that, I really do. But, with all that being said, I now have to find a way to use this person's semi--harsh comments to enhance my writings.
I chose this topic because I have strong feelings about being modest. It is an important part of my life. So, I was anticipated to hear what others would say about it. I knew that not everyone would agree. I understood that it is a rare belief these days. I did not expect harsh responses, just disagreements. I definitely got a little bit of both. So, now my goal is to use the comments, both good and bad, and better my writing. It may be a challenge, but I believe it will help me as a writer.
I chose to write on modesty, the important role it plays in my life, and why I believe in being modest. One person in particular was very blunt when responding to my thoughts. I am having a hard time breaking down my defenses. I just recently wrote about taking criticism. I am not supposed to take it personally, but use their responses to better my paper.
Now, here I am, struggling to find what I can take from his responses to make my paper better. I understand that I believe in something unique, something out-of-the-blue. Not very many people will agree with me. That makes it hard for those people to respond in a positive way. I get that, I really do. But, with all that being said, I now have to find a way to use this person's semi--harsh comments to enhance my writings.
I chose this topic because I have strong feelings about being modest. It is an important part of my life. So, I was anticipated to hear what others would say about it. I knew that not everyone would agree. I understood that it is a rare belief these days. I did not expect harsh responses, just disagreements. I definitely got a little bit of both. So, now my goal is to use the comments, both good and bad, and better my writing. It may be a challenge, but I believe it will help me as a writer.
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
See You at the Pole 2015
This morning, thousands of students around the country gathered around their school's flag pole to pray for America. That is powerful.
This event started in 1990. In 2005, it was recorded that over two million students showed up around the country to pray.
Every 23rd of September, this prayer event takes place. It has changed lives. Why is this event so powerful?
God has given humans the opportunity to pray. When we pray God's will, we are releasing His will on earth. It is already ready in heaven. Our prayers activate it. This is not because of any power we have. We are the ones praying, not because God needs us to but because He chose to need us to pray.
How awesome is that? God chose to need us. It is such a humbling thought. It makes it easier to remember that we are not using our power. God is using His power through us.
I can't imagine not having the gift of prayer. It is truly an amazing thing to experience. We have the chance to talk to God, the Creator of the Universe, the Lord of all the earth, the Mighty Judge, and Savior of the World. There is not much better than this gift!
Our country is in need of prayer. America has changed drastically over the years, decades, centuries. We are not the same country as when the Declaration of Independence or the Constitution was written. It is no longer a Christian-based country. We still have freedoms, but they seem to be shrinking day by day.
America needs prayer. We should be praying for America every day. This event is not the one time a year we should pray for our country, but a time to get with everyone else, across the states, and pray.
This event started in 1990. In 2005, it was recorded that over two million students showed up around the country to pray.
Every 23rd of September, this prayer event takes place. It has changed lives. Why is this event so powerful?
God has given humans the opportunity to pray. When we pray God's will, we are releasing His will on earth. It is already ready in heaven. Our prayers activate it. This is not because of any power we have. We are the ones praying, not because God needs us to but because He chose to need us to pray.
How awesome is that? God chose to need us. It is such a humbling thought. It makes it easier to remember that we are not using our power. God is using His power through us.
I can't imagine not having the gift of prayer. It is truly an amazing thing to experience. We have the chance to talk to God, the Creator of the Universe, the Lord of all the earth, the Mighty Judge, and Savior of the World. There is not much better than this gift!
Our country is in need of prayer. America has changed drastically over the years, decades, centuries. We are not the same country as when the Declaration of Independence or the Constitution was written. It is no longer a Christian-based country. We still have freedoms, but they seem to be shrinking day by day.
America needs prayer. We should be praying for America every day. This event is not the one time a year we should pray for our country, but a time to get with everyone else, across the states, and pray.
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
My Home Makes Me Think Of...
1) My family
Where my family is is where my home is. We have moved several times throughout my childhood. My house itself has not been consistent. But, my home is always the same. I come home. I relax. I cry. I scream. I hug. I eat. I sleep. I go to the bathroom. I do everything at home. Can I do these things elsewhere? Sure, I can. Does it give me the same feelings as at home? Of course not. There is an atmosphere my home offers that is not found anywhere else.
2) My dog
He is an inside dog. He has three favorite spots in the house. Coming home, I know I will find him in one of these spots. Most of that time, he is too lazy to meet me at the door.
3) Food
I really love food. Especially when my entire family is home and we all eat together. We talk lots over our meals. It ranges from plans being made to theology. There is no limit to the topics we cover. My mom cooks for us. When she has to work late, I cook and it's ready by the time she comes home.
4) Sleeping
My mattress is old. It's not comfortable. But, it's still my mattress. I still sleep on it every night. I've screamed on it. I've cried on it. Many, many years ago, I wet it. It is an object of many memories.
I could go through many objects in my house that make me think of home. All my furniture, my clothes, the walls. It is all associated with one memory or another. Eventually I will not have all the stuff I have now. They are just objects. They'll break or get thrown away. I have to anchor my home in something permanent. Which is why my family is my number one thought when I think about home.
More Thoughts on The Other Wes Moore by Wes Moore
We are half way through reading The Other Wes Moore by Wes Moore. I find it hard to set the book down. I am scared to keep reading about Wes Moore going to jail and not escaping. I am excited to read about Wes Moore finding his purpose in life and leaving his bad childhood behind him.
These characters have captured my thoughts. I wonder what it would be like it I grew up in the same neighbor they did. I cannot imagine living in fear every day. I am curious why it was so hard to leave their home. Why didn't their families pack up and move somewhere safer? Maybe it was a lot harder for them then it seems. It seems easy to me, but I am not the one that has to actually do it.
I wish there was a book from the mothers' points of view. Mary and Joy suffered plenty with their children's behavior. I'm sure both mothers felt they didn't do a good enough job raising their sons. In reality, their sons rejected their mother's warning. At the same time, both Wes Moore's favorite people were their mothers. Mary and Joy may not have felt loved, but were both loved and relied on very much.
For Wes, his life was changed when he was sent to military school. He matured there. He was shaped into a responsible, respectable man. For the other Wes, he never had to opportunity to mature. He never left the bad influences in his life long enough to mature. He had chances. They both did. One Wes took the chance to change. The other Wes ignored the opportunity. Was it his fault he ended up in jail? I would say so. Should he blame himself? I would. Has jail changed him? I hope so.
These characters have captured my thoughts. I wonder what it would be like it I grew up in the same neighbor they did. I cannot imagine living in fear every day. I am curious why it was so hard to leave their home. Why didn't their families pack up and move somewhere safer? Maybe it was a lot harder for them then it seems. It seems easy to me, but I am not the one that has to actually do it.
I wish there was a book from the mothers' points of view. Mary and Joy suffered plenty with their children's behavior. I'm sure both mothers felt they didn't do a good enough job raising their sons. In reality, their sons rejected their mother's warning. At the same time, both Wes Moore's favorite people were their mothers. Mary and Joy may not have felt loved, but were both loved and relied on very much.
For Wes, his life was changed when he was sent to military school. He matured there. He was shaped into a responsible, respectable man. For the other Wes, he never had to opportunity to mature. He never left the bad influences in his life long enough to mature. He had chances. They both did. One Wes took the chance to change. The other Wes ignored the opportunity. Was it his fault he ended up in jail? I would say so. Should he blame himself? I would. Has jail changed him? I hope so.
Monday, September 21, 2015
Taking Criticism
Someone in my English class wrote this in her paper.
"I learned that I didn't have to believe what they said, because I have a mind of my own."
This is a beautiful statement. If only everyone was able to grasp this concept.
We are individuals. We have our own brains. We are in control of whether or not other people affect us. People act as if they have control over us. In reality, we give them the control.
We are our own critics. Isn't that how the saying goes? Well, I can't think of one thing wrong with this. Whether we are conscious of it or not, we are deciding whose opinion matters to us. Their thoughts enter into our brain and two things happen. It either
Just like people can't control us, we can't control people. They will say crazy things. They will insult and compliment. They have the opportunity to chance our opinions. But we have the power to reject that.
At the same time, negative feedback can make us stronger. We can take what we hear and work towards fixing that. What may sound like an insult at first is really helping us shape ourselves into something better.
Where is the happy medium between rejecting unwanted criticism and using the negative opinions of others to help ourselves? How can we find this middle?
Here is something I think we could do...
I believe some things are meant to be ignored. Don't ponder every insult to the point that you are hurting yourself by repeating the insults. But, if something is sticking with you, and you can't seem to shake it, think on it, write it down and journal your thoughts. Look at it from multiple angles to see if there is anything you can take from it to help yourself out. We may be able to take people's thoughts and turn them into motivational tidbits. We can even be crazy and thank the people after they insult us. They will think we're going insane, but we can laugh and move on.
"I learned that I didn't have to believe what they said, because I have a mind of my own."
This is a beautiful statement. If only everyone was able to grasp this concept.
We are individuals. We have our own brains. We are in control of whether or not other people affect us. People act as if they have control over us. In reality, we give them the control.
We are our own critics. Isn't that how the saying goes? Well, I can't think of one thing wrong with this. Whether we are conscious of it or not, we are deciding whose opinion matters to us. Their thoughts enter into our brain and two things happen. It either
Just like people can't control us, we can't control people. They will say crazy things. They will insult and compliment. They have the opportunity to chance our opinions. But we have the power to reject that.
At the same time, negative feedback can make us stronger. We can take what we hear and work towards fixing that. What may sound like an insult at first is really helping us shape ourselves into something better.
Where is the happy medium between rejecting unwanted criticism and using the negative opinions of others to help ourselves? How can we find this middle?
Here is something I think we could do...
I believe some things are meant to be ignored. Don't ponder every insult to the point that you are hurting yourself by repeating the insults. But, if something is sticking with you, and you can't seem to shake it, think on it, write it down and journal your thoughts. Look at it from multiple angles to see if there is anything you can take from it to help yourself out. We may be able to take people's thoughts and turn them into motivational tidbits. We can even be crazy and thank the people after they insult us. They will think we're going insane, but we can laugh and move on.
This I Believe Essay Draft
Witnessing this event was shocking. A grown
man found this young girl attractive. Why is that? She showed her
entire body to him. There was almost nothing left of her that we did not
see. She managed to wear clothes and still be practically naked.
My parents have raised me to dress modestly.
For the longest time, modesty was a set of rules. Shorts had to be this
long. Shirts had to go up this high. I couldn't wear this. I
couldn't wear that. Not until years later did modesty become a conviction,
a way of living, a matter of the heart.
I discovered my conviction for modesty after
witnessing the scenario I just mentioned. The young girl's inappropriate
clothing caused the married man to look at her body with sinful desires.
I am a firm believer in Jesus Christ.
Stemming from that belief is the belief that the Bible is true and
inerrant. Matthew 5:28 states,
"...anyone who looks after a woman lustfully has already committed
adultery with her in his heart." Jesus says that adultery does not have
to be physical in order to be a sin. Lusting after someone is committing
adultery at the heart. This does not apply solely to men. Women can
also fall into temptation of lust. Our culture makes it very easy for
anyone to engage in sinful behavior. Our world shows that it is okay for
people to lust after other people, at any stage of their life, married or not. Let me clarify that a man lusting after his
wife is not a sin, for they are already married. In the context of marriage, lust is not a sin.
Although women do lust, men are typically the ones
that fall into this. Why men? Women wear clothing that show their
body parts. It is easy for men to find a woman physically attractive when
women are making it impossible to see past their outward appearance.
Growing up dressing modestly has taught me the
importance of what's inside a person. When I dress modestly, I am
covering my body from men. This way they can see who I am internally: my
personality and character. They aren't distracted by anything on the
outside and can focus solely on the inside. When a man starts to pursue
me, I know that it is for my heart, not my body. I hope they do find me
attractive, but in a pure way.
Modesty does not just mean how I dress but also
means having a modest heart. Even with modest clothes on, I could still
find ways to flirt or flaunt my body in an inappropriate way. With a
modest heart, I am not interested in doing this. I am more interested in
serving Christ. A pure heart allows me to do that without the
distractions of other men. Living
modestly prevents others from sinning from my errors. If a man was to sin by lusting after my
modestly dressed body, I would not be to blame.
I have done my job of dressing modestly.
Now it is their job to guard their hearts from lustful thoughts.
Modesty has changed my life. Covering my body
in appropriate clothes has built up my self-esteem. I am not concerned
about looking good enough to show my entire leg or my midriff. I don’t have to fit into tight clothes. I can be comfortable with my body by dressing
comfortable. I still have issues with my
body. There are still days I don’t like
the way I look. But, no one else’s
opinion matters to me. Only God’s
opinion matters. I dress myself daily in
order to gain His approval. How would He
want me to dress? Striving for His
approval is another way to ward off negative thoughts. God will never let me down. Humans will.
People make mistakes. They aren’t
always reliable or trustworthy. They
change. God never changes.
It is not easy to dress modestly in a world like
ours, where all the stores sell clothes I would never wear. Because of it being more of a challenge, it
is more fun to succeed. I feel that I
have accomplished much, managing to cover most of my body while still looking
attractive. I enjoy putting outfits
together that are pretty and mature while being modest at the same time. Modesty is an art form. Since the stores don’t have much to offer for
a modest girl, I have to work with what they do offer and create a modest
outfit. I have to adapt to our
culture. I do not cave in and give
up.
I am a leader in my church’s youth group. Young girls look up to me. They watch my actions, listen to my words,
and observe my clothes. I do not say
this to elevate my decision, but to draw attention to the importance of my role
in their lives. I was once their
age. I was influenced by older girls I
know: good and bad. The way my mentors
spoke, acted, and dressed played a role in the way I speak, act, and
dress. I understand the power of a
mentor. Therefore, I strive to be the
best influence I can be. I use my words
to build people up, instead of tearing people down. I use my actions to show my love for Christ
by helping others and being selfless. I
use my clothes to be modest. I show
other girls that modesty is a challenge, but a worth-while challenge. Modesty is not the easiest way to dress, but
the more Christ-like way to dress.
Modesty is not the most convenient way to dress, but worth the struggle.
All in all, modesty has gone from a dreadful set of
rules to an enjoyable way of the heart.
I have fallen more in love with God because of living modestly. I do not have to worry about my body, therefore
I can fully focus on God. My conviction
to be modest has not stemmed as much from my parents as it has my mentors. It is easy to forget that parents do things
out of love, so a set of rules makes me want to rebel. But, when I notice other girls following the
rules my parents gave me, I realized the importance of modesty.
I have never regretted my decision to be
modest. I am so thankful I had the
influences I did, because, without them, I would not be who I am today.
Sunday, September 20, 2015
Remebering 9/11
To those who lost someone September 11, 2001.
I cannot begin to imagine what you have had to go through these past fourteen years. Not only do you remember every year on that day but the entire country remembers. Even those that were blessed to not lose anyone still feels the pain you are suffering.
You may have lost someone trying to save others. It may have been someone coming home from work. It may have been someone going on vacation. It may have been someone going to work. It could have been anyone. Did you get to say goodbye?
America has done a good job ensuring no one ever forgets that day. It is a reminder for those who did not lose anyone to take a moment and comfort those who did lose someone. Maybe, these annual reminders are not good for the ones that did loose someone. You don't need a reminder. You remember every day. You live without that person. You grow without that person.
America has worked diligently to increase safety because of this event occurring. Since 9/11 we have not had an attack that big. We have managed to protect our country from suffering another lost like this. Are we doing all we can do? Is there something we can be doing better to prevent another attack?
I did not lose someone so all I can do is encourage you. I can only pretend I know what you have had to go through. Anger. Bitterness. Grief. Sorrow. Regrets. I know those feelings individually but not together like you do.
What do you do to encourage others? You are able to connect more because you know how it feels. Since this event, what has changed in your life for the better? How has this loss shaped you into the person you are today?
I cannot begin to imagine what you have had to go through these past fourteen years. Not only do you remember every year on that day but the entire country remembers. Even those that were blessed to not lose anyone still feels the pain you are suffering.
You may have lost someone trying to save others. It may have been someone coming home from work. It may have been someone going on vacation. It may have been someone going to work. It could have been anyone. Did you get to say goodbye?
America has done a good job ensuring no one ever forgets that day. It is a reminder for those who did not lose anyone to take a moment and comfort those who did lose someone. Maybe, these annual reminders are not good for the ones that did loose someone. You don't need a reminder. You remember every day. You live without that person. You grow without that person.
America has worked diligently to increase safety because of this event occurring. Since 9/11 we have not had an attack that big. We have managed to protect our country from suffering another lost like this. Are we doing all we can do? Is there something we can be doing better to prevent another attack?
I did not lose someone so all I can do is encourage you. I can only pretend I know what you have had to go through. Anger. Bitterness. Grief. Sorrow. Regrets. I know those feelings individually but not together like you do.
What do you do to encourage others? You are able to connect more because you know how it feels. Since this event, what has changed in your life for the better? How has this loss shaped you into the person you are today?
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