Yesterday I had class until 3ish but had to take an online quiz, for which I still had quite a bit of studying to do. All said and done I finished at around 6:15. It was Wednesday so there was church... sort of... The AC church in Roanoke had some construction being done to it so they asked my Dad to give his testimony in their fellowship hall. Roanoke is an hour drive from my house and ICCs downtown campus is around 20 min. So if I would have driven home from ICC then left right away to go to Roanoke I would not have made it to church (which started at 7:15) on time. So I left straight from ICC and had my parents bring me a skirt.
No matter how many times I hear Dad's story I will never get tire of it. As a kid it was an adventure story and something to brag about: MY Dad lived in Romania! MY Dad road under a train to cross a boarder without getting caught! As I get older though I have learned to appreciate God's involvement in his life.
Afterwards I stood around and talked with different people. I got to see Abby Moser again. She is the sweetest, most down to earth, coolest girl ever. She is 16 and goes to Roanoke. With like 7 or so brothers and no sister she grew up a tom-boy. She likes to shoot guns for fun. She is going to take the hunter's safety course so she can get her hunting license and hunt this season. I still need to do that before I can go hunting. Oh yeah, did I mention that I got a bow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So we decided that we both need to shoot our first deer this year.
Anyway she is the other girl who I am planning a three day hiking trip in Colorado with. I am going to take a group of girls to Colorado to hike the mountains with nothing but a bunch of backpacks. We will sleep two nights on the mountain. I CAN'T WAITE!!!!!!!!! I have never been backpacking before. Sad as it is this is probably the most independent thing I've ever done. I've gotten mixed reactions about the idea of me taking a group of mostly younger girls all the way out to Colorado. I have been told that I need to find an adult to come. I am absolutely apposed to the idea of giving the reins of this trip over to someone else! But my parents, strangely enough, are completely confident in me. I am confident in me too so I am going for it.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
School
Sunday
What a good day! I was really blessed by the sermons. I was pretty convicted by the verse in 1 Timoty 4 that goes: "For bodily exercise profiteth little: but godliness is profitable unto all things, having promise of the life that now is, and of that which is to come." This is verse 8. I've been trying to run daily. I'm gunna try and commit it to memory so I can remember to always make God my #1 priority. Just after church I went to play frisbee. =) But what a good group! I feel so blessed to be in such a good group of young people who truly want to serve God. They have been a wonderful example to me even while playing frisbee. I have grown so much in God because of it. I don't know if I'll ever get to thank them for it but I pray that I can always be there for them if they need me and that I can help someone else the same way they are helping me.
After that me and Dad went to Presleys to get me my first bow! They were closed. =( Oh well. We might go later this evening.
After that me and Dad went to Presleys to get me my first bow! They were closed. =( Oh well. We might go later this evening.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Needles
I just got back from getting the last in a long series of shots I needed to be in the OTA program. All said and done I have had one shot in each shoulder, one shot in each forearm, and blood drawn once.
In the midst of all this my dermatologist drew blood... again... for no apparent reason but charged me $70 dollars for it. They left me with a bruised up arm too. Shortly after that I donated blood. I had the satisfaction of getting a sympathetic gasp from the person prepping me when she saw the bruises. Then, when she had me all ready to donate, she goes to put the needle in my arm and completely misses the vein. She dug around until she found it. That one hurt way worse that the one I got the bruises from and I didn't even get a bruise from it. The woman who had put the needle in was arguing with her coworkers the whole time and ended up scolding me for not calling in about the fact I had been to Mexico, thus wasting her time since she had to check and see if I could still donate. I thought it was unprofessional especially seeing that they had called me to ask if I could donate. I thought I was doing them a favor! Oh well. Anyway thank goodness I'm not afraid of needles.
In the midst of all this my dermatologist drew blood... again... for no apparent reason but charged me $70 dollars for it. They left me with a bruised up arm too. Shortly after that I donated blood. I had the satisfaction of getting a sympathetic gasp from the person prepping me when she saw the bruises. Then, when she had me all ready to donate, she goes to put the needle in my arm and completely misses the vein. She dug around until she found it. That one hurt way worse that the one I got the bruises from and I didn't even get a bruise from it. The woman who had put the needle in was arguing with her coworkers the whole time and ended up scolding me for not calling in about the fact I had been to Mexico, thus wasting her time since she had to check and see if I could still donate. I thought it was unprofessional especially seeing that they had called me to ask if I could donate. I thought I was doing them a favor! Oh well. Anyway thank goodness I'm not afraid of needles.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall
The spring of 2012 I took my first semester of college at ICC. I started classes just in time to be able to go on the ICC/BU young group's mission trip to Texas over spring break. The trip was amazing. It was wonderful to wake up early every day and have my only goal be to serve God wholeheartedly. Being one of the youngest ones there I was able to learn a lot from everyone else on the trip. I really got to know everyone very well and made some lasting friendships.
When I got home I had "mission trip withdraw." I sat in Rebekah's room and cried for half an hour while she was sweet enough to listen and comfort me, telling me it was completely normal on your first mission trip.
Even though the theme of the trip had nothing to do with this, the way the focus was so completely on God the whole time compelled me to take the mirror out of my room. I continued to grow spiritually. Then on July 1, 2012 my sister was married and I moved into her old room. She had a mirror in it and I didn't take it out. I began to sink. I was more and more focused on myself and how I could improve myself. I slacked in my devotions until I pretty much stopped altogether. When I prayed I felt fake. I did not feel God listening. I was alone and depressed, reaching for a perfect outward appearance rather than a heart that is beautiful in God's eyes.
One day I went for a walk and it occurred to me that God was telling me that the mirror had to go and until it did He was planning on withholding His perfect peace from me. I turned right around and took the mirror out. I immediately felt at peace. The first thing I did after that was grab my Bible and continue my walk but this time in order to find a good place to have a devotion.
I don't know how to thank God enough for taking the time to know me. He knows that I cannot handle having a mirror in my room and He loves me enough to tell me to take it out.
When I got home I had "mission trip withdraw." I sat in Rebekah's room and cried for half an hour while she was sweet enough to listen and comfort me, telling me it was completely normal on your first mission trip.
Even though the theme of the trip had nothing to do with this, the way the focus was so completely on God the whole time compelled me to take the mirror out of my room. I continued to grow spiritually. Then on July 1, 2012 my sister was married and I moved into her old room. She had a mirror in it and I didn't take it out. I began to sink. I was more and more focused on myself and how I could improve myself. I slacked in my devotions until I pretty much stopped altogether. When I prayed I felt fake. I did not feel God listening. I was alone and depressed, reaching for a perfect outward appearance rather than a heart that is beautiful in God's eyes.
One day I went for a walk and it occurred to me that God was telling me that the mirror had to go and until it did He was planning on withholding His perfect peace from me. I turned right around and took the mirror out. I immediately felt at peace. The first thing I did after that was grab my Bible and continue my walk but this time in order to find a good place to have a devotion.
I don't know how to thank God enough for taking the time to know me. He knows that I cannot handle having a mirror in my room and He loves me enough to tell me to take it out.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)