I got the urge to write in my blog. I really didn’t have a specific thought in mind, I just wanted to write. So here I am. Forgive my ramblings. Life has been trying lately. Cheerleading has started which always provides ample opportunities to grow in my walk with God. Sadly, I have failed several tests as of late. But by God’s grace I will succeed. I have also realized how fulfulling life can be. Sometimes I think we get stuck in a bubble of our Christian sphere. Life really is enjoyable! It is worth living and it is worth living to it’s fullest. Yes, sometimes the decisions my school makes frustrates me. But God didn’t say life would be good when I agreed with everything. He said it would be good. And it is! So good! I have the best friends and I keep making new ones! It seems like Lafayette keeps getting smaller. And beyond that, I have an awesome school and a God that you cannot compare with anything on earth! I can’t wait for heaven. As much as I love life, Heaven is going to be beyond words! I can’t imagine spending my day just worshipping God..it’s going to be so cool! Let’s see..I should probably go study Calculus..I’ll write more later when I have some connecting thoughts in my head. Love you all!

I’m out..

Amanda

I do everything on impulse. That’s the way I am. I cut my hair on impulse. I shop on impulse. I eat on impulse. I color my hair on impulse. I treat relationships with impulse. (You could probably more biblically say I live by my current mood/feelings) Growing up, I think this pattern of impulse was ingrained into me. It seems like I make rash, hasty decisions all the time, and am then left to clean up the mess after the fact. God has shown me how much this “living on impulse” has impacted my spiritual life. My devotions are sporadic, my prayer time sporadic. It’s like most other things I do-some days I feel inspired to do them, some days I don’t. I know, over and over, the bible talks about not living by our feelings, but that is by far one of the hardest things to do. How do you put what you know over what you feel? I have been trying so hard to do my devotions every day, but I’m lost and frustrated-two things which make me then not want to do them. So on days I feel like doing them, I do. And on days I don’t, well..I don’t. 🙁 It’s my sinful nature coming on strong. I am working on curbing it-curbing that desire to do whatever I feel like doing..but I have realized that apart from God I can do nothing. Apart from His love and His grace-I will never change. And apart from His pushing and trials, I will never grow into the piece of pottery He intends for me to be. So I am going to work on not living on impulse so much. Taking my time and thinking about things before I do them..because sometimes even the most trivial things turn out wrong..like my purple hair:) And I don’t want an impulse decision to turn into a negative life-changing decision..

7th Grade..

I will never forget that year..

So many memories..so many laughs..and so many tears..

We won everything..anyone remember our breakfast at burger King? And spirit week..beating the 8th grade was so much fun. Snow Heim and the 7th grade dwarfs…:)

How about the rotating row? What a creative person Mr. Heim is..and he was the coolest class sponsor..

And Brittany’s outbreak..I love you girl..what a long way we’ve come!

Remember those science classes and the flagella~

How about there only being like 15 odd of us..bible all together with Mr. Heim..every class was with Mrs. Smith or Mr. Heim..in two different rooms..

how about locker buddies? putt-putt golf partes?

WINK-EM-we have to bring that back..one last time..:)

And the list could go on and on..(for those of you not around in 7th grade, sorry for all that) Hard to believe we are seniors now..6 years later its cool to look back and see how far we’ve come. And I can’t wait to see how far our class goes..God has truely blessed us all..I pray that each of us continue to trust in God in every area of our lives. Thanks for being such great friends and for all the memories..you guys rock!

For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to go into medicine. First I wanted to be a doctor, and then a nurse. So I applied for college and to nursing but..I keep having doubts. I’ve been torn up inside over it for the past few months..Honestly, ever since I found out I was going to have to get my blood drawn.. I’m terrified of needles. Plain and simple-the thought of them makes me shudder. But is it enough to make me re-think a whole career? I really want to say no..I know the answer is no..but it doesn’t help calm my nerves. It’s ridiculous-I wish I could tell my brain to shut up and stop thinking about it..it’s years away. Think about..I’m reconsidering a career choice because in two years I might have to get my blood drawn once? ok..so I’m a retard..and I’m really not going to change my mind..I don’t even want to start on what else I could do..so I will stick with nursing..and pray really hard that God gives me peace over the decision.

just some random thoughts..

Amanda

On a lonely hill He was. Crucified and killed. In between two thieves He hung, no place suitable for a king. Soldiers mocked and spit. People scoffed, “If He is the king, why does He not save himself?” His friends cried in agony, all the while wondering if that was still their Christ. He was barely recognizable. Why one may ponder, did He trudge up that hill, the lonely hill? To save my sins-the sins of the world. It was His true purpose, His destiny. He came to die-He was born so He could die. There on the cross He hung, every sin bearing on His shoulders. The spiritual torment far worse then the physical. His own father turned His back. This was not the end though. For in order for the ultimate sacrifice, He had to conquer death-and that He did. Three days later He arose! My sins to forgive, my soul to save. How I love my Lord! I pray I will never take for granted the amazing gift He has given me.

Especially for being August. One week left. Seven more days of freedom until I was doomed to 180 days of sitting in a desk. Summer had come and gone way too quickly. It just wasn’t right-who’s idea was it to go back in the middle of August anyways. And now it was cold. Not just cool, no it was cold. For my last few days of SUMMER it was cold. So much for shorts, t-shirts, and swimming. Nope, sweatshirts and pants were on the menu. If only it could have waited one week, I wouldn’t have minded. Who cares whether it’s cold or not when you are in a building eight hours a day and then doing homework for the rest of the day. But no, it was cold when I wanted to be outside. When I could lay outside and soak up the last few rays of summer, there were none to soak up. And what do you know, as soon as school started it warmed right back up and has been in the 80’s since! I’m not bitter at all though.:)

A satellite phone, Eve, and food.

Yep-that’s what I would take. I would have food, company, and a way of escape. Can’t think of much else. A bible would be nice, but between Eve and I we could probably come up with enough scripture to keep our spirits up. I have always wondered why this seems like a popular question. How many people actually get deserted on an island and live to tell about it. And I doubt people plan to be deserted so they probably don’t have any of the things they want to have. But oh well..it’s still a fun question and one that will forever remain popular. I certaintly hope I am never on a deserted island..unless I make survivor..then being on an island would be cool. well, that’s about all I want to write about that-I have real homework to work on!

I’m out..

Amanda

Sometimes I want to scream..are you listening?! My mouth is moving, but somehow the words must get lost before reaching your ears. I feel like this a lot with my family..don’t get me wrong, I love my family. They are some of the coolest people in the world..but lately they seem to be having issues listening. I will tell them something a million times and they will call an hour later to find out what I’m doing and why I’m not home. It is rather frustrating. But God has a reason for everything and I think He is using this to humble me. All of a sudden, I am not the most important thing around my house..(not that I ever was, but I liked to think that) Then I started praying to God-asking Him to humble me. The thing is, God likes those kind of prayers and is answering mine over and over. He’s listening, and He’s teaching me that I need to listen..and that I need to be humble. So what my parents aren’t listening, it becomes my problem when I am rude and curt with them. Not that it always feels the greatest..my ego has been cut down a lot lately..but as Wilbo said is one of his previous posts..it’s not about me! So I am thankful God is humbling me..It’s the cry of my heart and while the answer isn’t easy, I know it is best.

I’m out..

Amanda