I Just Had To Announce That...

I lost the game.


But that's not it!!!!!




As of last night I decided to at least reach 5,000 words.




Well, I did it.

I'm Beginning to Miss Summer...

 ... So here are some pictures of flowers!

Finally, a Thanksgiving Post!

I couldn't locate my camera when we left, so I used my mom's.

This is the view from my grandma's house.

Here you might be able to tell that the pond is frozen.

 These are geese, but you knew that.

 ... And behold, another view.

In case you couldn't tell, this is my dear father.

 And this little guy?

 He's the same one, I'm pretty sure.

I finished Colleen's hat yesterday. This was as far as I got on Thursday.

I Have Nothing to Write About...

... And that might be a good thing. It means that nothing horrible has happened to me.

So with that said, here are some things I'm thankful for:

• My Bible
• My bed
• My cat

This is a rather pointless post, I'll admit. I only bothered to write it because all of my adoring fans asked me to.

Goodnight!

Update

Time: 9:43 am

Temperature: 24 degrees

Right now I'm eating my mid-morning snack. Adam has decided to pour water on the street to make a patch of ice. He and Ethan, Aidan, the other Ethan, Steph and Paige are all sliding around on said ice. I will join them when I finish my meal. The girls are both wearing their sock monkey hats. I will as well! I'm so glad we have the day off today!

There 'Snow School!

And that 'snow lie!

(These pictures are from last year)

Abby, About one of your comments...

You know how you thought the pictures on It's Time were from Alaska?

Well, they're not. They were taken this summer as Jurgens Park.

The trees in Alaska are nowhere near as lush as the ones here.

Though It May Not Be Easy

Public High School is not an entirely pretty place to be, but I am continually assured that this is where He wants me to be. Here I am, in the middle of His plan, and, quite frankly, there’s not a whole lot I can do about that.

I watch and I listen.

I witness what the world has done to so many. It has taken hold of them, is gripping them in its deadly clutch, not wanting to let go.

I watch as others worship their idols, the things of the world.

They worship their money.

They worship their cell phones.

They worship their iPods.

On the bus, I sit with my best friend, Minority. I listen to the songs that the other students know so well. The lyrics speak of things that are rooted into the hearts of young people. It speaks of things He has told us to stay away from.

It speaks of wanting to be rich.

It speaks of gods with a small “g”.

It speaks of wishing that another person were not alive.

It speaks words that I dare not utter.

I cringe and plug my ears, but their words are not blocked from my mind.

Yet I am sure. I know it. This is right where He wants me to be.

As I walk through the wide halls I look down, afraid that if I dare to look up I might see one of the many “episodes” that are an all too common sight between classes. I walk quickly and quietly with my best friend. The others, they don’t notice us. They don’t ask us to join them in their conversations. We are rejected but not disheartened.

Every other day at lunch, Minority and I sit alone and read from my Bible. The people around us stare, and sometimes go so far as to ask us what we’re reading. We joyfully tell them all about it and they walk off disgusted, laughing at us like we’re lunatics.

All around us, I see people who are hungry.

They are hungry for the acceptance of the world; I accepted Jesus and will never hunger again.

They are hungry for love that will never satisfy; I discovered the love of Christ, which will always satisfy.

They are hungry for power; I realized who holds all of the power.

They are hungry for riches; I am rich because of His love for me.

On the other days, those wonderful days, I sit with four other girls who walk with Him. We find an odd sort of comfort, knowing that we are never really alone. There’s always someone watching over us, even in the darkest of places, and I am once more convinced that this is right where He wants me to be.

It isn’t an easy path. He never said it was supposed to be. He only promised that it would be worth it.

Right now, life seems like one great big trial.

I’m up for the challenge.

The Beautiful Metolius River