Thanks

Okay, to begin I want to thank all of the wonderful people who have read this blog and let me know. Also, I would like to know who the anonymous person was, but I guess since they sign as anonymous, they would like to remain anonymous. Now I'm not sure what to do. I could address the questions that I have been asked here, or I could do it down at the bottom of the page where you can find it under "1 comment". I suppose I'll answer them here.
First, they said that I should lighten up. You must realize that I don't really have this great balance. I'm either serious, or ridiculous. Some of my posts are lighter than others. Those are the ones that are kinda boring, since they're all about what's happening every moment of my time on the internet. Sorry. I'll do my best. You're not the first person that's told me this. I once had a friend of mine tell me that I am too serious, and my father has agreed. He said that even when I'm having fun I'm serious. I'm kinda glad. I like being known for being serious (okay, before someone starts cracking up, I know that I'm not that serious). But at the same time, there are certain people that bring out every un-serious thing about me. Hopefully they know who they are and don't think that I'm some air-head that chatters about stupid things all the time. They just make me happy and bubbly.
Second, they said that they wanted previews of my writing. Um... they probably wouldn't if they knew my writing. I'm not sure what they want. I would put this one story that everyone loves, but I'm not sure that the people that I sent it to would like that. Of course, I've already sent it to everyone (well not everyone but most everyone) that I know. I'll ask my mom...um, she seems slightly worried that I don't know who commented, so I guess you'll be on hold.
Third, they asked what I like to write about. Give me a subject and I'm usually pretty happy. For my own entertainment, I write Fantasy, but recently I've started going into more modern fiction. Yeah, I guess that would be what I like to write: fiction. Of any kind, I do historical and just pure out-of-thin-air fiction. Sometimes it's kinda science-fictionish, but hardly ever.
Fourth, they asked if I wanted to be a writer. YES! I love writing! I love to channel my imagination on to paper. Actually, I only started writing because I thought that I would explode if I didn't do something about my imagination. It's always driving me crazy, this imagination. It makes my dreams extremely vivid and exhausting, but it's won a contest for me and people seem to enjoy my writing.
Fifth, they asked what my other hobbies were. Well, um... I love to read, and... that's about it.

So, there we go. Thanks again for reading!

Post-Anne Frank Saturday

Last night I watched "Anne Frank". When I read "Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl", I didn't know that she died in a concentration camp, so when I found that out I was beside myself with grief. I guess because I could relate with her in some cases (except for the obvious lack of hiding to save my life). So I thought that when I saw the movie it wouldn't be as rough. I was wrong. For one thing, at the end of the Diary it just gave a brief overview of what happened to her, in the movie it showed it. So I cried a lot, but I'm fine now. I woke up kinda blah, but I'm finally better after some Bible Study and prayer.
Right now I'm listening to English actors and actresses singing about clouds. It's from the "Snoopy: the Musical" soundtrack (with original London Cast!). Okay, that was weird. It just interrupted Lucy in the middle of her line and instead put "Groundhog Day" soundtrack music on. 'The Kidnap And The Quarry' to be exact. Okay, now that's over and FFH is on. I guess this is kinda boring, so I'll try to think of a new subject.
The weather was absolutely beautiful for a long time, but now it's cold. My Spanish is really interesting. I can say: "Waiter! The Menu!" plus, of course, various other things, but that's fun. I wish that people would read this thing. And when they were done reading it, they would post something. I realize that I don't update it much, but hey, there's a lot to read. I've been doing this thing since August!
Oh yeah, that reminds me, Our annoying TV is gone! We have NetZero HighSpeed. The pictures look terrible, but it goes a little faster. 'Billy and the Mystery Box' is playing. I'm fixing up my Avatar on Yahoo so that I can send it to Tinkerbell. I feel bad, because I haven't sent her a single email. I keep forgetting. But I'll send her one today. I wish that someone would send me an email! I love being online at the same time as everyone else, and I can't really get off right now, 1. Because I'm still doing stuff, 2. Because Alistair Begg is downloading. I really need to put more music on here. I also need to think of something interesting to put on here so that I don't scare off anyone who decides to finally read this. I guess I'll go now.

Hello, World!

Soooooo, my ipod isn't updating because other people are logged on and for some reason it's super sensitive. I just got the new version of Windows Media Player downloaded (finally), and it was very nice to me, because it saved what it had already downloaded when I had to log off last time, so it went really fast. Now I have to do something, hang on a sec. Okay, now it's finishing. Maybe now I'll be able to redeem my Wal-Mart Music Gift Card.
We just watched Groundhog Day (you know, the movie with Bill Murray) even though it's February Fourth, not Second, because we weren't able to on the Second. Yeah, Mom made Sticky Buns and when Rita complemented the Tip-Top Diner's bread: "These sticky buns are just heaven.", we held them up. They were just heaven.
No one is emailing me except for my grandmother. Oops. Hang on one more second. Okay, all fixed. I thought I had deleted everything and would have to get the Media Player thing all over again. So, yeah. My brother just got on to my mom's radio and changed the station and is now singing some song that I've never heard before. ALRIGHT!!! Everything is going really fast on the Media Player thing. I hope it stays that way. In the time it...never mind. I'm busy with it right now. SWEET! It's Blue! It's pretty! I love it! Yay! Okay, I have no idea if this is going to still be on here in a moment, because I just accidently logged off and now I'm-hey, it worked! If it wasn't for this stinkin' TV thing that I've complained about before, I wouldn't have done it. Okay, So now I'm going to open the Wal-Mart website, one moment, please. YES! It's working! Now, hopefully, I'll be able to do everything else! Yay! I've just been informed that I've recieved email! Okay, so far so good. WHAT!?!?!! It's not compatible with ipod?!?!?! Well, there has to be a way to fix that, and if there isn't, then I don't really have a choice, I have a gift card. *sigh* Alright, I realize that this probably isn't the most exciting thing on earth, so I'm going to stop now. Bye.

Thoughts of my heart (or at least those that I'm willing to share)

Hello, again! Today in church, my pastor was speaking and he said something along the lines of: We have something in heaven which is worth giving up everything else for. Alright, I know that it wasn't exactly like that, and that I'm changing a lot of words, but that's the thought that stuck in my mind. I kept thinking of End of the Spear and of Nate Saint dying with the spear sticking out of his abdomen. And I was thinking of a quote from the movie (and I'm supposing from Mr. Saint himself): we don't kill them, they're not ready to go to heaven, but we are. Once again, this is an extreme paraphrase. I'm ready to go, and so I should be ready to give up all for Christ. Strange as it seems, I think that if I were called upon to do so, I could and would. I know that I could, because I would be given the strength to, and I would, because, well, I wouldn't really have a choice. Still, I think that I would do so willingly. Or at least I hope I would. I have just been given this confidence that God's strength is sufficient for me. That I really can lean on Him for all that I need, that I don't have to do anything. It is so easy to think these thoughts and to write these words, yet I cannot begin to say how difficult it is to actually live them.
My Sunday School teacher's wife is going through a lot right now, so if anyone reads this blog, then would you please pray for them? Also, a friend of my grandmother's is having heart surgery tomorrow, if you could keep her in prayer as well.
I hope that someone gets online so that I can email them. I love writing on my blog and all, but it's nice to have a conversation with friends via email, since you get to have replies and stuff. Also, I enjoy knowing that people actually read my emails, whereas I'm not so sure about the blog.
Sometimes it's so hard to keep my heart captive, especially around Valentine's Day. I know that some people must think that I don't ever like anyone because I'm into courtship, but it's not true. I struggle just as much as the next girl, maybe more, considering that I have to work hard to keep my mind and heart pure for my future husband (if the Lord brings me one). It may seem strange, but the main way I keep from giving my heart away is by making a mental list of standards and comparing the person to them, begining with their spiritual life and ending somewhere around their love of sports or their grammar or something like that. Usually I'm done before I get that far, but you get the picture. Really, I think that I'm the luckiest (or should I say 'most blessed') girl on earth, because of my wonderful parents. Every night Dad gives me the "Good-night Kiss" which goes like this:

Dad: "I love you."

Me: "Love you, too."

Dad: "And remember:"

Me: "Daddy always loves me."

Dad: "And the Icky Boys?"

Me: "They don't love me."

Dad: "Who do they love?"

Me: "Themselves."

Dad: "And?"

Me: "Their cars."

Dad: "That's right. So, nighty-night, sleepy-tight, don't let the land-sharks bite."

Me: "Alright."

Dad: "What does that mean?"

Me: "Keep your toes covered."

Dad: "Why?"

Me: "Because they think they're meat grapes."

(I'd rather not explain)

And then, of course, I have my wonderful mother. She is the best. I mean, she really is. It's really easy to talk to her and get her advice and recieve her wisdom. Without her, I would be a nightmare. Thank God for my parents!

Not so droll, and hopefully not a digression

Today I went with my mother to see End of the Spear. I will be honest, I cried, a lot. It was a very good movie. I am now certain that I should go back to Mexico. I want others to be saved. I especially want those around me to know the peace and joy that I know. I've been reading When I don't Desire God: how to fight for joy by John Piper with mom. In chapter two, he talks about how Desire and Delight are inseperable. You can only delight in something if you desire it. And you can only desire it if you have had some taste of it before. And the only way to have this taste is for God to give it to you. So on the one hand, this makes my job easy. There is nothing that I have to do to make Christianity look good; nothing that I can do. And yet, this means that there is no way for me to give them a taste, even the smallest drop of the amazing, satisfying joy of belonging to God. All that I can do is tell them, hoping that I am planting seeds or watering them, and pray. Sounds simple, doesn't it? Yet if it is so simple, why don't I do it? Why do I at times not feel satisfied with Christ? The answer is simple, I am a sinner. Thank God for His grace! When I fall, and I do fall, which I'm sure is painfully obvious, and if it isn't then it should be, He still forgives me, still takes me back. Every day, seemingly every second, though, thank God, this is not true. But still, every day I fail, I sin, I am unsatisfied. Who am I to tell the world of joy so wonderful that nothing else could come close to it, when I don't live it? But I can tell them about Grace. Grace is all that I can live on, the only thing that keeps me from despair. I do not have an excuse. But I am so afraid, so afraid that I will offend those around me. Why? What could they do to me? Impale me with a spear? Of course not! And yet a simple frown will scare me off. And then, at times that isn't true. There are some things that I cannot help but say. I just wish that I could say them with more confidence.