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Saturday, 21 February 2009

Another Update in the Life of Me

Well, its been a while sense my last update. Yes, I'm just lay like that. It's so heard to get myself to sit down and write. So, my last update was about my summer; I guess it time to tell about my first semester of collage, first job, Christmas break, and lack of school and job now.
    I wasn't sure what to expect of collage. I've heard so many horror stories of harsh teachers, or teachers that don't even care about anything except themselves. On the contrary I also heard that there are a lot of good teachers that really care about their students and are more then willing to help.
Thankfully all my teachers were the latter, for the most part. I say for the most part, because my math teacher didn't have the best teaching method in the world. I mean, she was nice and cared about her students and all, but she lectured too much. Some times it seemed like she spent more time telling how we need to learn to study and and we can't learn if don't put any effort into in, instead of teaching the text that we're supposed to be learning. I was also concerned that it would be hard to adjust to a totally different pace and environment from homeschool high school to public school collage; but I think I did pretty good for the most part. I got 3 B's and a D. I think I could have done better, but now I now what I can improve on when I go back, whenever that will be. But that's getting ahead of myself.
    I got my first job in Nov, at a place called Eagle Aviation, unloading UPS truck and loading planes. It was a good first job and the people were really fun to work with for the most part. I better not explain that, this post is getting rather lengthy already. But unfortunately it was only a seasonal job, so as of Christmas eve I am jobless again :( .
Christmas break was rather busy with lots of wood splitting and cutting, family visiting, and Joe's friends from school coming over.
   Due to the lack of funds (last semester ate all my life's saving) I am not in school right now. I find it ironic, because when I was younger I thought it would be so cool to sit out of school for a while and do nothing. And what do you know, I am... contrary to my immature younger thoughts, it's NO FUN AT ALL. I feel like a lousy, lazy hermit. This job market is quite frustrating. God's been showing me how week I am and that I need to turn EVERYTHING over to Him... not an easy task, but it needs to be done. Please pray for me. It seems so easy to just go about every day doing anything thinkable that's unimportant, but so hard to do the important stuff. I'm glad I'm seeing that I need to make these changes, but wish it was easier to follow out with them. I'm just thankful for the promise that God will not allow me to suffer more than I can handle.
   That's all for now, hopefully I won't wait as long for the next update. Maybe it will be shorter and more thoroughly detailed.

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Pro 3:5 Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.
Pro 3:6 In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.

Tuesday, 16 December 2008

Journal Entries

I had to write these in preparation for my process essay exam that I will be taking tomorrow.

How to Cover Scratches on Furniture

    Covering scratches on furniture takes several steps. First, take the cat outside or declaw it so that it will not mess up any more furniture. Next, find a crayon that matches the color of the furniture. Then take the crayon and color in the scratches. After that, find a hairdryer and blow hot air on the crayon so that it will melt and seep into the scratches. Finally rub it in with a cloth to make a smooth surface in the furniture. To cover scratches on furniture, one must color in the marks with a crayon, melt it with a hairdryer, and smooth it over with a cloth.

My Unacceptable Behavior

    I used to be very self conscious of myself. I got upset whenever someone made fun of me. But now I don’t care, because I know that getting mad doesn’t help anything; it just makes things worse. I have now learned to laugh at myself. Before when I used to get mad, I cared too much about myself. Then I realized that laughing at myself was better than getting mad all the time. After that, I took myself less seriously and found out I could have more fun as long as I don’t get carried away. Now, I’ve realized that it doesn’t matter what others think about me; they’re the fools if they make fun of me all the time. I’ve decided that what really matters is what God thinks of me, and I should act according to His will.

How to Escape from a Bad Party

Fake Sickness

1. Cough and Sneeze

    Cough and sneeze a lot, but make sure you don’t look inconspicuous. No one wants to have a “sick” party. Make sure everyone notices, and make it look real.

2. Sniffle and Blow Your Nose

    Between coughs and sneezes, sniffle and blow your nose. Remember to make it look genuine. Do not let people catch on, or else your plan will be ruined. Blow loud, and blow often.

3. Talk with a Gruff Voice

    In a gruff voice, tell the host that you think you’re getting sick and need to go home. Keep in mind that you really need to look authentically sick. This is not a play! This is real life; your sanity depends upon it!

4. Leave the Party

    After you’ve asked your leave, you may make your departure and free yourself. But if all else fails you might as well leave anyway, because you just made a fool out of yourself trying to act sick and you probably will be sick after that epic failure.

The Dreadful Process of Waking up

Waking up is one of the most annoying processes of the day. The loud, obnoxious alarm blares throughout the room, awaking me from a nice, peaceful sleep and the most wonderful dreams. First, I slowly drag myself out of bed, smack the snooze button and groggily crawl back into my warm, comfy bed. Then, I go back to my sweet dreams until the crazy alarm drowns out my dreams again. Next, I turn the blasted alarm off stumbling around the room trying to wake up and get ready to start the new day. After that, I get a shower to wash the dirty sleepies away, get out, get dressed, and start the new day God gave me. The process of waking up is a most troublesome task.

Monday, 15 December 2008

God had been showing me some thing that I needed to change earlier this year, things He's still chipping away at. I wrote this then. I don't write a lot, but I felt oddly inspired on night and started writing. It took me several several weeks. I wanted to add another stanza and change some things around, but couldn't think of anything. I finally pull it back out today after I finished my final exam, typed it up on the computer, added the title (that's right, I just made up the title today) and now I'm posting it to get y'all's opinion.

What are We Doing?

We think we know what we’re doing,
We think we’re just all that,
But when it comes down to it,
We act like a bunch of trash.

We get caught up with life,
We get caught up with circumstances,
We get caught up with ourselves,
We lose focus of You.

We know that You will guide us,
We know that You will direct us,
For from Your Word we read,
That You are our Shepherd.

Why do we falter?
Why do we fall?
Why do we keep,
Stumbling around?

Saturday, 16 August 2008

My Crazy Life as of Late

It's been a while since my last update. A lot has been going on. I think I mentioned before that I've been helping some friends fix up their new house. Well, it's mostly fixed and now they are moved in. Now to explain my crazy busy life without too much confusion (if that's at all possible). Now, where to begin? I guess I'll start with teen camp at Sunrise.
Dad was a counselor; along with Chris Ahr, Christopher Inhulsen, Julie Hadden, Joy Simmons, and Kelly Karres. Mr. Chris also had the added responsibility of being camp directer, since Mr. Scott's Dad was dyeing and Mr. Scott left Monday afternoon. Mom worked in the kitchen along with Aunt Kathy (Mrs. Ryan), Miss Ruth, Mrs. Lopez, Vanessa Karres, Carolin Thorman, Rebecca Hadden, Daniel Hadden, and Rebecca Ahr. Joe was a camper ( I'm not going to put all the names of the campers, this update is going to be long enough as it is). Grace Simmons, Alan Ahr, and I were "random helpers". Jessica Inhulsen (I almost put Karres) was the camp Nurse. Ok, so I didn't mention all the last few people that were there, but I must get on with details. Uncle Scott (Mr. Ryan), gave us (the random helpers) a list of stuff to do when we weren't helping with the class and other regular camp stuff. Uncle Scott is a funny guy, the last thing on the list was to wash and wax his car :P. Well any way, we had fun driving around the camp doing random chores like getting the canoes ready, cleaning the "ruff cabins", getting the games ready, mopping the kitchen every day, making hobo stoves for hobo breakfast, helping out with the classes, and taking breakfast out to the camp-outers and bring their stuff back (I can't believe we had to take the lazy boys stuff back this time.) Did I miss anything? We didn't make all the classes due to all the random stuff we had to do, but that's ok, that's what we were there for and we had lots of fun. Of the classes we did hear, my dad's messages on choices made the most impact, though I had heard them before. Of the three years I've been there I think this was the best. I could really tell the Lord was working. And the camp fire was the best too. God really impressed on me the different ways he talks to people. Sometime he uses a "still, small voice" and other times he uses "fire and earthquakes" or "storms" (1 Kings 19:11-12). I realized I don't have as many "problems" as I think I do. Compared to most people I've had a fairly easy life.
   The weekend after camp I went white water rafting with Alan, Choo, Joe, Joe, Joy, Grace, and some of their friends. That was an interesting experience. Not the rafting part, that wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It was the trip up and back. But that's a long story don't wont to go into.
   The past two weeks have been comprised of getting registered for school and more chores around the house. Some more advise from the bad experiences of Jeremy, never wait till the last minute, especially to register for collage. Bad things happen, like waiting for ever in long lines and waiting areas and paying ridiculous high prices for books because there's no time to find cheaper ones.
   Monday is the first day of class. I'm in a transfer program with my major as Associate in Science, but I might change to Computer Programing. I'll just see how this semester goes. I'm taking CPT 101, Math 102, Spa. 101, and Eng. 101. I'd appreciate y'alls prayers as I adjust to a different environment and schedule.
Now that I've got my school schedule I'm back into full swing of job searching. I really need a job. Life is expensive, especially when it involves gas and collage.

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Pro 3:5 Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.
Pro 3:6 In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.
I put these verses in because they've been a real encouragement to me over the past several years. But I do have to admit I haven't been clinging to them as much as I should be lately.

Thursday, 03 July 2008

Some Awsome Hymns

Last monday I went to a little sing-spiration thing with some friends. There was just five of us, but it was still great. It was neat learning some new hymns and taking a closer look at other hymns I already knew. It's so sad how most of the time we get caught up with the music and just singing that we don't pay attention to the words. So here are some songs we sang (I read one because we didn't know how to sing it) that really jumped out at me.

  THE LOVE OF GOD
1. The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.
2. When years of time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men, who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,
God’s love so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
The saints’ and angels’ song.
3.  Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
Refrain. O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song.

This song never ceases to blow my mind! Wow! I can't imagine someone having that much love for someone, especially a perfect, holy God for such wicked earing creatures.
  THE SPACIOUS FIRMAMENT ON HIGH
1. The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame
Their great Original proclaim.
Th’unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator’s powers display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty Hand.
2. Soon as the evening shades prevail
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth;
While all the stars that round her burn
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
3. What though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
What though no real voice nor sound
Amid the radiant orbs be found?
In reason’s ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
Forever singing as they shine,
“The hand that made us is divine.”
We were talking about God's creation and how intricately he made us and then I looked down and saw the title of this song and thought it went well with what we were talking about. Reading these words makes me wonder how anyone can say there is no God.

STRICKEN, SMITTEN, AND AFFLICTED
1. Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,
See Him dying on the tree!
’Tis the Christ by man rejected;
Yes, my soul, ’tis He, ’tis He!
’Tis the long expected prophet,
David’s Son, yet David’s Lord;
Proofs I see sufficient of it:
’Tis a true and faithful Word.
2. Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning,
Was there ever grief like His?
Friends through fear His cause disowning,
Foes insulting his distress:
Many hands were raised to wound Him,
None would interpose to save;
But the deepest stroke that pierced Him
Was the stroke that Justice gave.
3. Ye who think of sin but lightly,
Nor suppose the evil great,
Here may view its nature rightly,
Here its guilt may estimate.
Mark the Sacrifice appointed!
See Who bears the awful load!
’Tis the Word, the Lord’s Anointed,
Son of Man, and Son of God.
4. Here we have a firm foundation,
Here the refuge of the lost.
Christ the Rock of our salvation,
Christ the Name of which we boast.
Lamb of God for sinners wounded!
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
None shall ever be confounded
Who on Him their hope have built.
I've never heard this song before either but it's sure packed with a lot of truth. Thats what I love about hymns. And to think of the people that wrote them. They must have had an amazing understanding of God.