http://bethlehemstar.net/
I haven't actually had the time to look at the site yet, but I watched a video thing about the guy who put it together at youth group last night and it was amazing. So I thought I'd put up the site address.
God is truly amazing.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Abortion.
http://www.jesus-is-savior.com/Evils%20in%20America/Abortion%20is%20Murder/horror_of_abortion.htm
Lately, abortion has been no my mind a lot. Set off by the status update of one of my friends. It is such a sad thing to me. For some reason, abortion just really gets to me. Which is good, I guess. Above is a link to a website about abortion... As a warning, it contains some graphic details and pictures.
It's very touching, but might be hard to view. It was for me, that's for sure. By the end of the site, I was bawling like, well, a baby. I think it was good to read though and I would encourage others to read it as well; especially people who might be pro-choice.
Anyway. Just thought I"d put the link up, it's a good one.
*Pro-Life Forever*
Lately, abortion has been no my mind a lot. Set off by the status update of one of my friends. It is such a sad thing to me. For some reason, abortion just really gets to me. Which is good, I guess. Above is a link to a website about abortion... As a warning, it contains some graphic details and pictures.
It's very touching, but might be hard to view. It was for me, that's for sure. By the end of the site, I was bawling like, well, a baby. I think it was good to read though and I would encourage others to read it as well; especially people who might be pro-choice.
Anyway. Just thought I"d put the link up, it's a good one.
*Pro-Life Forever*
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Social Experiments
So, I have some pretty out-there ideas.
I like to observe. People, mostly. I love people-watching: I find it so interesting to see what people do, basically; and think about why they do what they do. Maybe it's the psychologist in me coming out.
I also have a lot of random ideas. I really would love to fake a teenage pregnancy. Not for the attention, that's not it at all. I want to do it to see what people who have this happen to them go through, to see how people will react. Especially since I go to a Christian school. I would find it fascinating... I don't think I could do it though for fear of the wrath of my classmates. Once I'm done, I don't want them to think I did it for the attention. I don't think many, if any, of the students would understand why I'd want to do it.
Tonight I was also thinking about sitting at a bus stop. Not just that, but let's keep moving for a little while. Awhile ago during class we were reading a story for devos. It was about a woman who handed cards to others, proclaiming Jesus. I would love to do something similar. I would love to just sit at a bus stop in the cities and wait for people to come along. Strike up a conversation, hand them a card. See where God takes it from there. Who knows if this dream will ever come true either... But hey, a girl can fantasize.
I like to observe. People, mostly. I love people-watching: I find it so interesting to see what people do, basically; and think about why they do what they do. Maybe it's the psychologist in me coming out.
I also have a lot of random ideas. I really would love to fake a teenage pregnancy. Not for the attention, that's not it at all. I want to do it to see what people who have this happen to them go through, to see how people will react. Especially since I go to a Christian school. I would find it fascinating... I don't think I could do it though for fear of the wrath of my classmates. Once I'm done, I don't want them to think I did it for the attention. I don't think many, if any, of the students would understand why I'd want to do it.
Tonight I was also thinking about sitting at a bus stop. Not just that, but let's keep moving for a little while. Awhile ago during class we were reading a story for devos. It was about a woman who handed cards to others, proclaiming Jesus. I would love to do something similar. I would love to just sit at a bus stop in the cities and wait for people to come along. Strike up a conversation, hand them a card. See where God takes it from there. Who knows if this dream will ever come true either... But hey, a girl can fantasize.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Fight or Flight
Most people have heard of the fight or flight response in animals. or people. Now, when I'm scared by something I usually freeze. That whole deer-in-the-headlights thing. Let me clarify: when I said scare, I meant by something physical. Such as a person jumping out of nowhere wearing a gorilla suit and yelling or something.
But I think maybe I have the same response with other things that scare me. When I get stressed out... I sort of freeze up as well. I freak, often hyperventilate, and get all flustered and such. Now, it's like the deer is also crying in those headlights. Which really helps nothing... those tears aren't going to get that car to stop any quicker. Maybe it'll even make them come closer to see if that deer they see is actually crying (thoughts might be: "whoa, can deer cry?!?!). And freaking out like that doesn't help my problems at all. Still, that's how my body seems to deal with things. I hate it, but can't seem to overcome it. I've even had one of these breakdowns during class, which was terrible. People were staring: I hate when people stare at me. Which made me start to get even more freaked out.
So, here I find myself. In my room at 10 a.m. on a tuesday. A school day. A day I should be at school, learning and such. Instead, I'm laying in bed blogging. Why? Because I freaked. Over little things, like a B in PE and not getting anything at sports awards night. And bigger things, like that boy who I'll never see again. Which is actually also a little thing.
So here's to the deer. I can totally relate: I'm not one of those people who complain saying "why can't those dang deer just run out of my way?!" because I know how it is to freeze. I'm sure the deer like it even less than the drivers... I know that I hate it.
But I think maybe I have the same response with other things that scare me. When I get stressed out... I sort of freeze up as well. I freak, often hyperventilate, and get all flustered and such. Now, it's like the deer is also crying in those headlights. Which really helps nothing... those tears aren't going to get that car to stop any quicker. Maybe it'll even make them come closer to see if that deer they see is actually crying (thoughts might be: "whoa, can deer cry?!?!). And freaking out like that doesn't help my problems at all. Still, that's how my body seems to deal with things. I hate it, but can't seem to overcome it. I've even had one of these breakdowns during class, which was terrible. People were staring: I hate when people stare at me. Which made me start to get even more freaked out.
So, here I find myself. In my room at 10 a.m. on a tuesday. A school day. A day I should be at school, learning and such. Instead, I'm laying in bed blogging. Why? Because I freaked. Over little things, like a B in PE and not getting anything at sports awards night. And bigger things, like that boy who I'll never see again. Which is actually also a little thing.
So here's to the deer. I can totally relate: I'm not one of those people who complain saying "why can't those dang deer just run out of my way?!" because I know how it is to freeze. I'm sure the deer like it even less than the drivers... I know that I hate it.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Single-enity Serenity
So I was adding flair on facebook (which seems to be about the only thing I do on there nowadays... haha) when one happened to catch my eye...
So, I'm single. With no intentions of looking for a guy...
this time, I'm letting him find me.
For a few months now, I've been craving being in a relationship. I've wanted to date someone so badly... wanted someone to love me. It hasn't helped that it seems like everywhere I go I see couples walking together, holding hands and being all happy and cutesy together. Seeing it just makes me want it all the more. To add to this, my best friend is dating this guy that she had the hugest crush on for like all of the school year (I hope you don't mind me saying this, best friend. haha). I see them together all the time, just like I see the couples that I people-watch, and it yeilds the same results. Plus, I hear all the stories of what they did, and hear about the dates they go on. She tells me all the ups and downs... and I just want it.
But then I saw this flair. I'm single, as I have been my entire life (yes, I'm one of the few who have entered high school without having had dated a single soul). I'm also not used to not liking someone... I've only liked two guys my entire life, but I liked one the majority of my years and the other for most of the rest of them. So, I've spent this time trying to find some new guy to crush on (maybe even date? fingers were crossed and prayers said many a night). All that it's resulted in is frustration over not being able to find anyone.
Then this flair got me thinking (I bet the person who created it had no clue something like this would happen because of it) and I finally came to a decision. I want this to be true for me. I am sick of always mentally studying guys and searching for one who fits all my guidelines and that is possibility for crush material... I want to just sit back, wait, and enjoy the time I have to be single like I've heard you're supposed to do. I want a guy to come to me, in God's timing.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
the One
θυμηθείτε τη μία
in case you don't know Greek, that means "remember the One." At least according to my igoogle application that translates for you... I usually double check stuff, but I'm not in the mood for that right now. so if it's wrong, correct me (I'm sorry!) and I will change it. though I'm guessing of the few (if any) people who read this, next to none (or, more likely, nobody) knows Greek. congrats if you do, it's a wonderful language- one I'd love to learn.
anyway, that paragraph is mostly off-topic. the first sentence is about all that's ON topic... so anyway, here I go. About to plunge into my topic for this blog, one that will probably turn into ramblings. haha
...
wow. I'm not sure where to begin... I don't really want to share the whole story behind what gave me this sort of "realization" (that I've realized before, but it's been awhile...) because it's pretty personal. which makes it a bit harder to explain it all... but anyway...
...
how crazy is it that there is someone out there, some guy, who God created and designed to be the perfect match for me? How crazy is it that there is someone amidst the (what, 3.3 billion? let's go with that) 3.3 BILLION people who inhabit this planet that I am designed for, who I am MADE to MEET... who is perfect for me... some guy who is living his own life (most likely sleeping, seeing as it's like 1:30 am.... unless he lives somewhere else in the world... anywho), most likely totally unaware that I even exist. As am I totally blanked to who HE is... wow. It's just a thousand kinds of crazy. haha
I mean, God has things pretty well planned. Think of how carefully He must formulate and plan each of the 116,000 babies I've heard estimated are born each day... that's a LOT. and He has a plan for each and every one of them. And to think He figured out what was going to go down in MY life, to think He planned and made some other person who is like perfectly suited just for me, and I for him, so that one day we can get married... what a wonderful day that will be.
Well, that turned into a lot of ramblling.... but... oh well. had to get some stuff off of my chest. So for now... I think I might put on some chapstick and head to bed- maybe to dream of the One made just for me... who knows.
in case you don't know Greek, that means "remember the One." At least according to my igoogle application that translates for you... I usually double check stuff, but I'm not in the mood for that right now. so if it's wrong, correct me (I'm sorry!) and I will change it. though I'm guessing of the few (if any) people who read this, next to none (or, more likely, nobody) knows Greek. congrats if you do, it's a wonderful language- one I'd love to learn.
anyway, that paragraph is mostly off-topic. the first sentence is about all that's ON topic... so anyway, here I go. About to plunge into my topic for this blog, one that will probably turn into ramblings. haha
...
wow. I'm not sure where to begin... I don't really want to share the whole story behind what gave me this sort of "realization" (that I've realized before, but it's been awhile...) because it's pretty personal. which makes it a bit harder to explain it all... but anyway...
...
how crazy is it that there is someone out there, some guy, who God created and designed to be the perfect match for me? How crazy is it that there is someone amidst the (what, 3.3 billion? let's go with that) 3.3 BILLION people who inhabit this planet that I am designed for, who I am MADE to MEET... who is perfect for me... some guy who is living his own life (most likely sleeping, seeing as it's like 1:30 am.... unless he lives somewhere else in the world... anywho), most likely totally unaware that I even exist. As am I totally blanked to who HE is... wow. It's just a thousand kinds of crazy. haha
I mean, God has things pretty well planned. Think of how carefully He must formulate and plan each of the 116,000 babies I've heard estimated are born each day... that's a LOT. and He has a plan for each and every one of them. And to think He figured out what was going to go down in MY life, to think He planned and made some other person who is like perfectly suited just for me, and I for him, so that one day we can get married... what a wonderful day that will be.
Well, that turned into a lot of ramblling.... but... oh well. had to get some stuff off of my chest. So for now... I think I might put on some chapstick and head to bed- maybe to dream of the One made just for me... who knows.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Musings on Life....
Life.
It's something that everyone goes through, but few actually live. So, what is the key that those who actually live their life have found? Or is there really a key thing at all- are some people just born with some ability?
Whatever the case, life is accompanied with millions of questions, and barely any of them will get answered while you still need them answered.
But what if life is just filled with failure? What if it's just disappointment after disappointment, with only sprinklings of happiness in between? What if nothing good comes out of the life you lived? What if you're not remembered by anyone after you die, what if you die alone with no legacy to leave? What if everything you thought you knew, everything you trusted and believed in, just turns out to be a lie? What if it's true that real life doesn't have fairytales?
Well, don't expect this blog to contain any answers. At least not yet. Right now my heart and mind are riddled only with questions, and nobody seems to have an answer. Granted the only people I can talk about this with are people who are younger than me, but still. Nobody seems to have an answer, and maybe that's just part of this thing we call life.
It's something that everyone goes through, but few actually live. So, what is the key that those who actually live their life have found? Or is there really a key thing at all- are some people just born with some ability?
Whatever the case, life is accompanied with millions of questions, and barely any of them will get answered while you still need them answered.
But what if life is just filled with failure? What if it's just disappointment after disappointment, with only sprinklings of happiness in between? What if nothing good comes out of the life you lived? What if you're not remembered by anyone after you die, what if you die alone with no legacy to leave? What if everything you thought you knew, everything you trusted and believed in, just turns out to be a lie? What if it's true that real life doesn't have fairytales?
Well, don't expect this blog to contain any answers. At least not yet. Right now my heart and mind are riddled only with questions, and nobody seems to have an answer. Granted the only people I can talk about this with are people who are younger than me, but still. Nobody seems to have an answer, and maybe that's just part of this thing we call life.
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