Ahhhhhhhhhhh.... Breathe in. Breathe out. Better.
I just summed up my weekend. I'm not going to get into the personal stuff. But oh my gosh. So good.
This weekend was the most... Broken weekend ever. And yet the most healing. I have never been so convicted or hurt, nor have I ever been so reassured and loved. Oh my gosh... It was good.
LOST. That's what this weekend was called. Before we started, we prayed for three things. One, that God would be present with us. Two, that we would have a community built. Three, that we would be broken. Not, "Oh I kinda feel convicted... Nah I'm good." But that we would be so broken, that we would have to rely on God just to breathe. And I felt that. My stomach twisted up, and for a whole day I was on the verge of throwing up from sheer emotion. Last night though, was the most liberating experience of my life. Like I said, I'm not going to get into the personal. But oh my gosh. It's like... I can't even explain the feeling. I don't have a metaphor that will do it justice. I have felt God in extremely powerful ways, but it has always felt intense. Like either smothering or just... I don't know. Intense. But this took everything away. It wasn't a feeling, but the removal of feeling. The removing of a need to feel. The burning of all the crap and guilt that I've been carrying, and the adding of nothing.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
New love. That's a tricky subject. It's something I've never thought about. Not new love, but the RENEWAL of love. It makes it actually so much stronger. Agggghhhh... I don't really have words to my emotions. It's simply... Emotions. And that's really hard to define. Man. I can't write any more. Actually I could, but it wouldn't make any sense. I have homework to take care of and letters to write. Gosh... No words can define.
Thank you God for breaking me.
Gracie
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Youth and Screwtape
Hello followers (All three of you!)
It's creeping up on midnight, and I'm sitting in the bathroom reading an amazing book by C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters. It's a really convicting read, because you identify with the patient. You notice that you too do those little things that Screwtape is telling his nephew to make Christians do. Oh, and yes, I so sit in the bathroom on the floor and read. Don't you judge me.
Today was another redemptive day. It's going to be a little while before things are amazing, but right now things are really, really good. I've been crying a lot lately, but not always of sadness. I'm not a big cryer, but it seems like tears of joy have managed to mingle in with all my other emotions. It's strange, feeling so good and so bad at the same time. But the bad is leaving slowly, and as of now it is nearly gone.
I had youth group tonight, which was awesome as ever. Instead of having a lesson, we had just a big ol' heap of worship. It was a good refresher. It seems like it's been a while since I've had a chance to really worship, and poof! There it was.
My bookmark is an old wrapper off a Lipton tea bag. Every time I see it, it makes me want tea.
I have two strings tied on my finger. One is a piece of yarn that Tim found in his pocket one day. The other is a string that came off of Wob's pants. They've both survived a lot more than I thought either of them would. They're strong little buggers.
I think that's all I'll post for now. Adios blog peeps!
P.S. If you have not heard the live recording of Sister by Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds, you my friend are missing out.
P.P.S. Is this supposed to be PPS or PSS? I can never remember. Well PSS is underlines in a red squiggly so I think it's PPS.
Okay bye for real.
It's creeping up on midnight, and I'm sitting in the bathroom reading an amazing book by C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters. It's a really convicting read, because you identify with the patient. You notice that you too do those little things that Screwtape is telling his nephew to make Christians do. Oh, and yes, I so sit in the bathroom on the floor and read. Don't you judge me.
Today was another redemptive day. It's going to be a little while before things are amazing, but right now things are really, really good. I've been crying a lot lately, but not always of sadness. I'm not a big cryer, but it seems like tears of joy have managed to mingle in with all my other emotions. It's strange, feeling so good and so bad at the same time. But the bad is leaving slowly, and as of now it is nearly gone.
I had youth group tonight, which was awesome as ever. Instead of having a lesson, we had just a big ol' heap of worship. It was a good refresher. It seems like it's been a while since I've had a chance to really worship, and poof! There it was.
My bookmark is an old wrapper off a Lipton tea bag. Every time I see it, it makes me want tea.
I have two strings tied on my finger. One is a piece of yarn that Tim found in his pocket one day. The other is a string that came off of Wob's pants. They've both survived a lot more than I thought either of them would. They're strong little buggers.
I think that's all I'll post for now. Adios blog peeps!
P.S. If you have not heard the live recording of Sister by Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds, you my friend are missing out.
P.P.S. Is this supposed to be PPS or PSS? I can never remember. Well PSS is underlines in a red squiggly so I think it's PPS.
Okay bye for real.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Progressing...
I realize my last post was depressing, and I apologize for that. But today was a lot better. I woke up early in hopes of getting some work done, but ended up just walking around like a zombie falling asleep on various couches and chairs as I walked room to room. I then took a much needed shower, and was off to an amazing production of Hamlet. It might have been the happiest three hours of my life. Not going to lie. Like on a scale of one to ten, it was 100. It was the kind of play that you get so sucked into that you forget that there is life outside of what you are seeing. Oh gosh. I could go on and on. Everything about it... Oh man. Hamlet has always been one of my favorite pieces by Shakespeare, but I've never pictured it as amazing when I read it as I did seeing it. Man.
Then my mom and I went and got some sushi at the River Market. Man oh man was it spicy. I have a HUGE tolerance for spicy things, but the spicy tuna roll had my eyes red and my nose still burns every time I belch. But it was yummy, and for some unknown reason I kept eating it. Now who knows what's gonna come out of me tomorrow.
I then came home and played guitar for a little while, then went to guitar lesson. It's always cool. Jason and I feed each other's ADD so we don't always get a lot done. Oh well. I still have a swell time.
After that we picked up Wobble and the two of us studied for a civics test that is going down on Thursday. Studying is not a good thing, because tests are not a good thing, but Wobble is a good thing so it makes it better.
And now I tackle the giant pile of homework I have facing me. I have a really hard Spanish test tomorrow that I am NOT looking forward to. Apparently 80% of the people who take it get a C or lower. Even the A students. So I'm a little bit stressed. But whatever I get is the grade I get. It isn't like Spanish is what I'm going to stay with forever. It's okay... Just not my language.
So here I sit, listening to Dave Matthews, trying to chill and let my mind soak up as much math, science, Spanish, civics, brit lit, writing, etc that I can.
I should probably study now. I have plenty I could be doing. But I'm a procrastinator... And blogging seemed like a legit excuse.
Gracie out!
Then my mom and I went and got some sushi at the River Market. Man oh man was it spicy. I have a HUGE tolerance for spicy things, but the spicy tuna roll had my eyes red and my nose still burns every time I belch. But it was yummy, and for some unknown reason I kept eating it. Now who knows what's gonna come out of me tomorrow.
I then came home and played guitar for a little while, then went to guitar lesson. It's always cool. Jason and I feed each other's ADD so we don't always get a lot done. Oh well. I still have a swell time.
After that we picked up Wobble and the two of us studied for a civics test that is going down on Thursday. Studying is not a good thing, because tests are not a good thing, but Wobble is a good thing so it makes it better.
And now I tackle the giant pile of homework I have facing me. I have a really hard Spanish test tomorrow that I am NOT looking forward to. Apparently 80% of the people who take it get a C or lower. Even the A students. So I'm a little bit stressed. But whatever I get is the grade I get. It isn't like Spanish is what I'm going to stay with forever. It's okay... Just not my language.
So here I sit, listening to Dave Matthews, trying to chill and let my mind soak up as much math, science, Spanish, civics, brit lit, writing, etc that I can.
I should probably study now. I have plenty I could be doing. But I'm a procrastinator... And blogging seemed like a legit excuse.
Gracie out!
Monday, October 25, 2010
An ick day.
You know how on most blogs people start out with: Hey World! Today was a great day! ? Well today really wasn't that great of a day for me.
I'm not going to sit here and furiously type out my frustrations to you, because I know you don't want to hear it. But a while back I made a really, really bad mistake and slipped up in an area that I shouldn't have slipped in. It has made a couple of relationships that are extremely important to me mess up. Well, not completely mess up, but it's made them harder. I thought that I was okay with it, but today all of a sudden it's really pressing down again. The past few days have been building up to it, but today it's making me loose my mind.
You know that kid game? I think it's called Jenga. It's where you build this amazing tower out of wooden blocks, then you pull them out one by one making everything weaker and weaker. Eventually, with that last pull of the block, it tumbles down and you have to build everything over again. That's kinda where I am, standing and looking at a fallen tower, wishing that I hadn't pulled that last block out, forced to rebuild.
I think I'm going to leave it at that. I have some math to do. So I'll leave you with the wisdom of The Verve Pipe, a bridge and a chorus:
We've tried to wash our hands of all this
We never talk of our lacking relationships
And how we're guilt stricken sobbing with our
Heads on the floor
We fell through the ice when we tried not to
Slip, we'd say
For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
I'm not going to sit here and furiously type out my frustrations to you, because I know you don't want to hear it. But a while back I made a really, really bad mistake and slipped up in an area that I shouldn't have slipped in. It has made a couple of relationships that are extremely important to me mess up. Well, not completely mess up, but it's made them harder. I thought that I was okay with it, but today all of a sudden it's really pressing down again. The past few days have been building up to it, but today it's making me loose my mind.
You know that kid game? I think it's called Jenga. It's where you build this amazing tower out of wooden blocks, then you pull them out one by one making everything weaker and weaker. Eventually, with that last pull of the block, it tumbles down and you have to build everything over again. That's kinda where I am, standing and looking at a fallen tower, wishing that I hadn't pulled that last block out, forced to rebuild.
I think I'm going to leave it at that. I have some math to do. So I'll leave you with the wisdom of The Verve Pipe, a bridge and a chorus:
We've tried to wash our hands of all this
We never talk of our lacking relationships
And how we're guilt stricken sobbing with our
Heads on the floor
We fell through the ice when we tried not to
Slip, we'd say
For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Post-fanciness
Two posts in one day? What is this madness?
SPARTA!!!
That's what it is. The spell checker on my internet told me that pre-fanciness is misspelled, but then post-fanciness is not. Did I spell fanciness wrong? It is quite possible.
I am home from cotillion, and am extremely tired. Today was a good day. Playing in mud is a good thing. Which I did today. Thus the good day.
I feel like the word I should be more letters, that way people can tell if you're yelling it when you type it.
Cop: Who shot this man?
Person who shot the man: I did.
See what I mean? It sounds like he's shrugging when he says it. But it isn't supposed to. Oh bother.
Pizza is good. And sleep. Which is what I'm going to need soon. Ahhh... Man. My teeth still feel like they have mud in them. I know that my ears do. But it's a good thing, because it reminds me of the joyfulness of this morning.
"It's amazing what a minute can do..." So true Dave Matthews. So so true.
So for the second time today, I am going to sign off.
Make me a sammich reader!
SPARTA!!!
That's what it is. The spell checker on my internet told me that pre-fanciness is misspelled, but then post-fanciness is not. Did I spell fanciness wrong? It is quite possible.
I am home from cotillion, and am extremely tired. Today was a good day. Playing in mud is a good thing. Which I did today. Thus the good day.
I feel like the word I should be more letters, that way people can tell if you're yelling it when you type it.
Cop: Who shot this man?
Person who shot the man: I did.
See what I mean? It sounds like he's shrugging when he says it. But it isn't supposed to. Oh bother.
Pizza is good. And sleep. Which is what I'm going to need soon. Ahhh... Man. My teeth still feel like they have mud in them. I know that my ears do. But it's a good thing, because it reminds me of the joyfulness of this morning.
"It's amazing what a minute can do..." So true Dave Matthews. So so true.
So for the second time today, I am going to sign off.
Make me a sammich reader!
Pre-fanicness...
Hey lovelies!
1. Today, I will write a list. It will contain:
a. What is up in my life
b. Babble about music I like
c. Random thoughts
d. A sprinkle of warm fuzzies
2. I will post this list on my blog, and it will be wonderful.
3. I'll tell everyone I spent the night at my youth director's house. His wife is the beautiful Emily, and she is my small group leader. No only is she a cutie pie, but is also just straight up good.
4. I'll give the advice to never, EVER watch Aladin if you miss your boyfriend. Not under ANY circumstance. Especially if:
a. Your boyfriend is extremely dark skinned
b. You haven't held his hand in FOREVER. (Or at least it seems that way...)
c. He is absolutely, undeniably, forever and always, terrifically wonderful.
5. I'll read over four, get embarrassed, start to delete it, but then decide to keep it.
6. I'll get all ADD and start thinking about Aladin, which is an amazing movie, and think about how I just watched it at Emily's house, which is a cute house. And I'll think about how sweet Aladin really is, and wish that I could have a story like that. But I wouldn't trade my life for anything. But I will consider it, as long as I can keep my best friends and Wobble. (Did you know that that's my boyfriend's name? Well okay... It's his NICKNAME. Sorry I lied.)
7. I will be listening to Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds album Live In Las Vegas, and will randomly spazz out when a really good song comes on. (Which is pretty much every song... Not going to lie.)
8. HOLY POOP DAVE MATTHEWS AND TIM REYNOLDS ARE AMAZING.
9. I will tell audience to look at number seven if they are concerned by the outburst in number eight.
10. I will leave after ten things, because even though I want to write more I have to get ready to go to cotillion, which started out a good job but is just annoying now. Eh. I can't complain. Actually I can... Cause it's my blog. Not yours. Don't tell me what to do.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOYFRIEND OF CAYLIE AND BROTHER OF MINE!!! You're all 16 and old, and have a car, even though you can't drive. Anyway.
Hug a ginger. Sometimes we need it.
Peace off.
1. Today, I will write a list. It will contain:
a. What is up in my life
b. Babble about music I like
c. Random thoughts
d. A sprinkle of warm fuzzies
2. I will post this list on my blog, and it will be wonderful.
3. I'll tell everyone I spent the night at my youth director's house. His wife is the beautiful Emily, and she is my small group leader. No only is she a cutie pie, but is also just straight up good.
4. I'll give the advice to never, EVER watch Aladin if you miss your boyfriend. Not under ANY circumstance. Especially if:
a. Your boyfriend is extremely dark skinned
b. You haven't held his hand in FOREVER. (Or at least it seems that way...)
c. He is absolutely, undeniably, forever and always, terrifically wonderful.
5. I'll read over four, get embarrassed, start to delete it, but then decide to keep it.
6. I'll get all ADD and start thinking about Aladin, which is an amazing movie, and think about how I just watched it at Emily's house, which is a cute house. And I'll think about how sweet Aladin really is, and wish that I could have a story like that. But I wouldn't trade my life for anything. But I will consider it, as long as I can keep my best friends and Wobble. (Did you know that that's my boyfriend's name? Well okay... It's his NICKNAME. Sorry I lied.)
7. I will be listening to Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds album Live In Las Vegas, and will randomly spazz out when a really good song comes on. (Which is pretty much every song... Not going to lie.)
8. HOLY POOP DAVE MATTHEWS AND TIM REYNOLDS ARE AMAZING.
9. I will tell audience to look at number seven if they are concerned by the outburst in number eight.
10. I will leave after ten things, because even though I want to write more I have to get ready to go to cotillion, which started out a good job but is just annoying now. Eh. I can't complain. Actually I can... Cause it's my blog. Not yours. Don't tell me what to do.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOYFRIEND OF CAYLIE AND BROTHER OF MINE!!! You're all 16 and old, and have a car, even though you can't drive. Anyway.
Hug a ginger. Sometimes we need it.
Peace off.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Thoughts and junk...
With all the money we spend on war to kill, we could spend on food and necessities for life.
Sometimes you just need to be hugged.
Girls give guys grief for being fake, but we wake up every morning and paint on a new face. (accidental alliteration at the beginning.)
Chicks aren't always hormonal. Sometimes we're just ticked off. Believe it or not, our bodies don't own us.
Why is it okay to kill a baby a second before birth, but if a mother killed that child a second after she would go to jail?
It's 11:11.
Sometimes a hand in a hand is simply that, but sometimes it is so much more.
Sometimes, people just can't know all the answers.
It seems like most people think about God only when bad things happen and it's to blame Him, never to rejoice in the miracle that they are even alive.
We are all hypocrites, and the moment we admit it is the moment that we can even try to fix it.
Some songs are just more powerful than others.
It's okay to cry.
It's okay to love.
It's okay to sing, even off key.
It's okay to make mistakes.
It's okay to never give up, even when the world is spitting on you.
It's okay to color the sky purple and the grass orange.
It's okay to be passionate about things you hold dear.
It's okay to love God.
It's okay to be quiet.
It's okay to be loud.
It's okay to be a geek.
It'd okay to be crazy.
It's okay to doubt.
It's okay to scream at the top of your lungs.
It's okay to feel terrible.
It's okay to feel on top of the world.
It's okay to be exactly the way you are.
Love always,
This gal.
Sometimes you just need to be hugged.
Girls give guys grief for being fake, but we wake up every morning and paint on a new face. (accidental alliteration at the beginning.)
Chicks aren't always hormonal. Sometimes we're just ticked off. Believe it or not, our bodies don't own us.
Why is it okay to kill a baby a second before birth, but if a mother killed that child a second after she would go to jail?
It's 11:11.
Sometimes a hand in a hand is simply that, but sometimes it is so much more.
Sometimes, people just can't know all the answers.
It seems like most people think about God only when bad things happen and it's to blame Him, never to rejoice in the miracle that they are even alive.
We are all hypocrites, and the moment we admit it is the moment that we can even try to fix it.
Some songs are just more powerful than others.
It's okay to cry.
It's okay to love.
It's okay to sing, even off key.
It's okay to make mistakes.
It's okay to never give up, even when the world is spitting on you.
It's okay to color the sky purple and the grass orange.
It's okay to be passionate about things you hold dear.
It's okay to love God.
It's okay to be quiet.
It's okay to be loud.
It's okay to be a geek.
It'd okay to be crazy.
It's okay to doubt.
It's okay to scream at the top of your lungs.
It's okay to feel terrible.
It's okay to feel on top of the world.
It's okay to be exactly the way you are.
Love always,
This gal.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
This is properly capitalized!
Today I remembered a thought I had, but I just lost it again. If it comes back, I will share it.
Is it possible to like or love someone too much? I'm trying to decide.
Cheese is good, too many choices in life is not.
DANG. I was typing too many choices and the wonderful voice of Dave Matthews that is playing through my speakers said it at the same time.
I have a very pretty knife. It's all black, and wonderful. I say wonderful too much. Kinda like a few other words. Typical, awesome, and indeed all pop out of my mouth very often.
OH MY GOSH I LOVE DAVE MATTHEWS AND TIM REYNOLDS TOGETHER. AAAHHHHHHH!
I haven't shared anything deep in this, but right now I just don't have anything deep to share.
I'm going to cut this post short, but I may post something closer to that midnight time. :)
(Emoticons!)
Love-
A proud ginger.
Is it possible to like or love someone too much? I'm trying to decide.
Cheese is good, too many choices in life is not.
DANG. I was typing too many choices and the wonderful voice of Dave Matthews that is playing through my speakers said it at the same time.
I have a very pretty knife. It's all black, and wonderful. I say wonderful too much. Kinda like a few other words. Typical, awesome, and indeed all pop out of my mouth very often.
OH MY GOSH I LOVE DAVE MATTHEWS AND TIM REYNOLDS TOGETHER. AAAHHHHHHH!
I haven't shared anything deep in this, but right now I just don't have anything deep to share.
I'm going to cut this post short, but I may post something closer to that midnight time. :)
(Emoticons!)
Love-
A proud ginger.
Monday, October 18, 2010
school today...
Hey world.
I have a confession. I hate it when people write without capitalizing. Why do I do it then? I really, REALLY don't know.
I'm watching Mystery Diagnosis. Apparently there is a disease called Pandas, which is an infection. It creates antibodies that attack your brain and cause you OCD. It made me sad, but they named it PANDAS? Really? Do they want jokes about it? It seems rather cruel... Anyway. If I have any readers at all... What is the craziest disease you've ever heard of? It can be a name or the actual disease.... Just curious.
I had a really long, really deep thought process that I was going to share with you, but instead I think I'll just give you some facts about my life.
1. I'm an only child, but I do have a brother. He's the best, and is dating the awesome Caylie I mentioned. We do have our occasional sibling squabble, but he's still my Timbo. :)
2. I may just have the best boyfriend EVER. I know that most people my age say that, but they're wrong.
3. Love at first sight is the biggest load of crap ever. Infatuation? Yes. Can it turn into love? Yes. But immediately falling in love? No. You don't fall in love. You fall in a hole. (Props to Mike my youth director for that one!) Loving someone is a process. It takes time. I can personally attest to that. (Sorry Caylie. I'm not as much of a romantic as you.)
4. I love love love youtube. Tobuscus and vlogbrothers are personally amazing to me.
5. I want to be married more than ducks want to swim. It isn't that I want a wedding, or want what "comes with marriage," but there is just somehting about the whole idea of marriage that is magically delicious to me.
Adios interneters!
Gracie
I have a confession. I hate it when people write without capitalizing. Why do I do it then? I really, REALLY don't know.
I'm watching Mystery Diagnosis. Apparently there is a disease called Pandas, which is an infection. It creates antibodies that attack your brain and cause you OCD. It made me sad, but they named it PANDAS? Really? Do they want jokes about it? It seems rather cruel... Anyway. If I have any readers at all... What is the craziest disease you've ever heard of? It can be a name or the actual disease.... Just curious.
I had a really long, really deep thought process that I was going to share with you, but instead I think I'll just give you some facts about my life.
1. I'm an only child, but I do have a brother. He's the best, and is dating the awesome Caylie I mentioned. We do have our occasional sibling squabble, but he's still my Timbo. :)
2. I may just have the best boyfriend EVER. I know that most people my age say that, but they're wrong.
3. Love at first sight is the biggest load of crap ever. Infatuation? Yes. Can it turn into love? Yes. But immediately falling in love? No. You don't fall in love. You fall in a hole. (Props to Mike my youth director for that one!) Loving someone is a process. It takes time. I can personally attest to that. (Sorry Caylie. I'm not as much of a romantic as you.)
4. I love love love youtube. Tobuscus and vlogbrothers are personally amazing to me.
5. I want to be married more than ducks want to swim. It isn't that I want a wedding, or want what "comes with marriage," but there is just somehting about the whole idea of marriage that is magically delicious to me.
Adios interneters!
Gracie
Saturday, October 16, 2010
chicago and my bloody toe...
I didn't mean bloody toe as in a British swear. My toe really is bleeding. A horse stepped in it. It didn't feel very good, but now it just feels like that icy-hot stuff got shmeared all over it. (Just saying, I successfully spelled toe as tow evey time there without realizing and had to fix it.)
I saw one of my really good friends in the absolutely wonderful play of Chicago last night. It was filled with razzle dazzle and all that jazz. (Smile for theater humor!)
Anyway, it got me thinking, why is it so entertaining when people are trashy? For some reason, cuss words and short skirts just make people laugh. It sure as heck made me laugh last night. This isn't going to be one of those long thought processes of mine, just a thought.
Anyway, I am hoping to post some sort of something every day. But I know that won't happen. It will slowly morph into just a few times a week, then just a few times a month, then NEVER!
Reader: **horrified gasp** Don't leave me!!!
Me: But what if I die?
Reader: But you are immortal O great blogger!
Me: Oh yeah, sorry. I forget.
Just kidding. I don't have readers. Just my friend Caylie and she just does it cause when God made her He got distracted and threw in a little bit too much awesome. (You're turning red aren't you? Aren't you? Wait.... ARE you?)
Farewell internet people. (aka my friends who take pity on me)
I saw one of my really good friends in the absolutely wonderful play of Chicago last night. It was filled with razzle dazzle and all that jazz. (Smile for theater humor!)
Anyway, it got me thinking, why is it so entertaining when people are trashy? For some reason, cuss words and short skirts just make people laugh. It sure as heck made me laugh last night. This isn't going to be one of those long thought processes of mine, just a thought.
Anyway, I am hoping to post some sort of something every day. But I know that won't happen. It will slowly morph into just a few times a week, then just a few times a month, then NEVER!
Reader: **horrified gasp** Don't leave me!!!
Me: But what if I die?
Reader: But you are immortal O great blogger!
Me: Oh yeah, sorry. I forget.
Just kidding. I don't have readers. Just my friend Caylie and she just does it cause when God made her He got distracted and threw in a little bit too much awesome. (You're turning red aren't you? Aren't you? Wait.... ARE you?)
Farewell internet people. (aka my friends who take pity on me)
Friday, October 15, 2010
First post... Brief and complete.
I'm not going to begin this post with a hello to the world. Although in a way, by saying that I guess I did. My name is Gracie. What's yours?
Wow. Do you ever feel like you're living in a little kid's TV show? Like everyone keeps asking you questions and they really seem like they want to hear what you're trying to say, but you know that it doesn't matter what you answer?
Answer they expect:
Small Purple Monkey: How many bananas am I holding up?
You: Seven bananas!
Small Purple Monkey: (after pausing with a stoned look) Right! Seven bananas!
But what you really say is:
Small Purple Monkey: How many bananas am I holding up?
You: ENOUGH FOR YOU TO CHOKE ON! YOU LITTLE &*@^*#!!!!
Small Purple Monkey: Right! Seven bananas!
You know what really sucks? A lot of people think that God is like that monkey. That He just feeds out generalized answers. This could not be more wrong. He knows each situation, and knows what is best in it. I can say this, because for a long time I really felt like God was the purple monkey. It wasn't until my heart was broken that I realized: God can heal and fix anything, no matter what it is.
There's your food for thought for today. Catch you later!
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