I wasn't going to do this (write a thanksgiving themed post), but here I am. Thanksgiving, the day we push glutton aside, and stuff ourselves with unbelievable amounts of food, and then go back for dessert. It's the day we spend being thankful for what we have, then wake up early the next morning to spend with the most greedy, selfish, rude people on earth. Black Friday... should be called 'green' Friday. Here I am bashing Black Friday and it's one of my favorite days of the year. I was very disappointing when I heard we may not be going out this year. It's an adventure. The crowds are obstacle courses, it's a treasure hunt for the items on your list, a marathon to keep going, adrenaline rushing through you as you race between aisles, and memories to last a lifetime. I won't spend my time telling you all my stories.... maybe another day. Instead, we are being thankful! :)
Ephesians 5:20, "Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ."
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Heads up: This post is an accumulation of a bunch of recent random happenings and photos. Just in case you don't want to spend time looking at pictures of my cat.
I love design: Graphic, fashion, interior, the works. That plays out in many areas. For example, Art. Photography. Web. Crafts. Nail art. Etc. Drawn....How many of y'all, either now or when you were younger, have experienced growing pains? Throbbing, literal pain in your legs. I struggled with that as I was growing. Sometimes it would wake me up in the night, and I couldn't go back to sleep. Massaging them would slightly soothe it at times, or I would get up and walk around. The pain was so intense I couldn't do anything until it passed. I doubt I will grow any more. At 18, I'm 5' 2" (or 5' 3" depending on who my nurse is at the Dr. Office.). I am so short, I can sit on a curb and swing my legs, not only that, but I'm always the last person to know when it rains. Okay, bad joke, I know.
I was born into a good Christian home. I grew up in Independent Fundamental Baptist churches. My first few years of schooling were spent in a Christian school, and from then on, I was home schooled. My parents have always made sure I've sheltered from the world. When I was young, my father was a full-time Christian worker.
This is one of those verses I have never noticed before. It blew me away.
I can't add anything to it. Proverbs 16.7 "When a man's ways please the LORD, he maketh even his enemies to be at peace with him." I have, yet again, maintained the status quo. My last run was my last 5k....59 days ago. I've been AWOL, but the road has been calling me. A busy schedule, preoccupations, and lack of motivation have kept me on the sidelines.
From September 1995 to November 2013, I have changed. A lot. That's a good thing. I'd be a little scared if I still looked and acted the same now as I did then. Even from November 2012 till now, things have changed; I have changed. I have changed in my apperance. I have gained more knowledge and understanding than I used to have. I have gained experience.
I get it, you're a teenager. You've been on this earth for a whopping 15-16 years. You must know everything by now! You're trying to be an adult; be independent, and the last thing you want is to be treated like a child.
We don't want to ask for help. We don't want to sound stupid, or ask a stupid question. We don't want to sound needy or weak. We don't to sound 'un-spiritual' (like we're all "spiritual" anyway?!). To ask a question is admitting we don't know all the answers. We don't want to do that. And, you definitely don't want someone telling you what to do. And adult giving you instruction is demeaning to you. How dare they?! |
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