On a glimmer of hope

This morning I was in bed and my brother came and woke me up (he does that a lot on Saturdays) and brought with him some of his Halloween candy. HE had separated all his Kit Kats (his favorite and my favorite) and had them in their own bag. Long story short, with no prompting from me, Keaton decided to share his Kit Kats with me. He had 22 Kit Kats and gave me 11 of them. Kit Kats are his favorite and he gave half of them to me. I said, "But Keaton, these are your favorites, why are you giving them to me?" And you know what he said?? He said, "That's 'cause you love 'em." There needs to be more big people like that.

On romance

Big Fish is one of my favorite movies. I love the way young Edward pursues his "future wife" towards the beginning of the movie. He even gives himself as a slave to a crazed werewolf-like circus owner just to learn information about her. When he finally found her, to win her heart, he filled her backyard full of daffodils (her favorite) flower. He said he'd contacted all the flower shops in three states. Today, when I got home from school, my yard was full of beautiful fall leaves. I love fall!!! I walked out, and watched the leaves swirl in the cool fall breeze. I sat on the rope swing and ate an apple. It was just one of those moments. I am loved...HE is pursuing me and it's wonderful. I love romantic things and fall as a beautiful gift of creation is one of the most romantic things I can think of.

On "wouldn't you like to be a creeper too?"

Alrighty, the most interesting thing that's happened to me during my 17th year so far... hiding in a cabinet as a favor to my history teacher on Tuesday. This is actually a very long and hilarious story, but it is one that has to be told in person, so for the full version feel free to call me. Here's the gist: I fit in the cabinet... my history teacher is kind of a nut job (we get along well)... that passing period was maybe the longest 5 minutes of my existence... I scratched creepily on the inside of the door and freaked a kid out really bad by sticking my hand out at him when he opened the door. Probably the best part was the reaction of the class when they realized it was me. There was this collective "what?" because really I don't usually act like that at school. Again, pretty exciting stuff...hopefully they'll be more random memories like that to come this year. As "birthday week" comes to a close, I'm realizing that I'm beginning a whole new year in which I can enjoy life. Grand and glorious adventures await!! We'll see how it all pans out.

On having a cold...again

I came up with a new one!!!

I'm phlegmboyant!

On oxymoron not so much

Wow! I didn't realize until now how long it's been since I last posted. I wanted to talk about the retreat at Camp Brosend last weekend. I was in a pretty weird place emotionally, but that's another story to be told another time. First, I wanted to talk about Camp Brosend. I love that place so much. To me, it is just so incredibly beautiful; there's always something to look at and be amazed by. But there are a lot of places like this, so why is this one special to me? Over the weekend, I finally figured it out. Fall retreat at Camp Brosend 2006. That was when I pretty much became "sungirl" I guess. I remember it was October and all the leaves had changed colors and I watched the sun go down and was astounded by how majestic the colors looked with the sun behind them.. It was probably the first time in my life that I was shocked, smacked in the face by the beauty of God's creation. I couldn't contain myself. I had to show everyone. For the rest of the weekend I ran around rejoicing in God's light. My family group would be talking and I'd have to interrupt and say, "Look, isn't the sun amazing?" I was overwhelmed and overjoyed. And now I know why Camp Brosend is so special to me. I'd never been able to pinpoint the transformation before, but there it was. Next, I wanted to talk about something kind of confusing. As a girl, a Bible verse close to my heart is 1 Peter 3:3-4.

Your beauty should not come from outward adornment such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight.

I guess to me, this is kind of a goal. Then, there's this other verse that I really like, but I always thought it was kind of contradictory. It's 2 Timothy 1:7.

For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love, and of self-discipline.

So how do you have a spirit of power and of gentleness??? Gentle power, an oxymoron n'est-ce pas? Not so much. Duh!! The Holy Spirit, hello!! Doesn't God exhibit a gentle power sometimes?? I got a chance to witness this at the retreat. Eric discussed unity within our group and told people to pray with someone who you needed to maybe mend a relationship with. People paired off. Good stuff happened. It was gentle. It was powerful. There you go, my mind's at peace with this one now. Prayer is the perfect example of gentle power. Prayer is so powerful, yet there's no brute force or anything like that. How amazing!! And I'm much more okay with being gentle now. Gentle can be powerful...not that I'm power hungry or anything. Gentle doesn't have to mean babied, just nice, approachable, comforting. There you go.

On extended metaphor

I had to write this poem thing for English class so I thought I'd share:
Rest is orange.
Calm is yellow.
Quiet is brown.
Comfort is red.
Peace is a fall leaf.
She does not fight the wind,
But lets herself be carried
down
down
down.
No exertion is wasted.
She simply lets life swirl her as she floats.
Troubling storms come.
They ravage, leaving scars.
But she remains still through it all.
Her appearance is of little concern.
Even with holes she displays her beauty,
A gift to the world.
Lying on the ground, she asks
But does not--never begs
To be noticed.
No activities busy her.
She is content to just be.
Whether trampled or saved and treasured,
She is a leaf.
That is all she needs.
Rest is orange.
Calm is yellow.
Quiet is brown.
Comfort is red.
You pray for peace,
I gift you a fall leaf.

On Starfish...it's close

I bet you wish you knew what that meant...tough. Suffice it to say that it's a source of joy in my life anyway.

I have compiled a list of things that I strongly recommend if you haven't laughed or felt happy in a while:

1. Tear down a barn and burn it...very therapeutic

2. Eat pizza for several consecutive meals
3. Play board games with friends...this is especially enjoyable if you've just torn down a barn and are considerably tired
4. Harbor a weird possibly poisonous pet and name him
5. Have a funeral/burial for previously mentioned pet
6. Spend so much time with a select group of individuals that you practically have your own language because of all the inside jokes
7. Play four square without getting mad and arguing (I would recommend falling on your butt a couple times, just to keep things light and funny)
8. Reflect upon all these happy things you've just done then smile and nod

Oh yeah...this post is some kinda awesome.