So, me and the Mikester were catting it up last night when we just randomly started this. It was uber fun. :] And uber random.
P.S. I'm QudditchxKid.
P.P.S. I did NOT decide Baby's name. That was Mikeh's doin. Just know that Lebron calls everyone baby. haha. :P
Welcome back to days of our days. We follow Lebron and Baby, two star-crossed lovers that may not be so star-crossed after all...
(12:36:00 AM) me: I SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT YOU BABY
(12:36:00 AM) QudditchxKid: OR IS IT?
(12:36:02 AM) QudditchxKid: O.O
(12:36:03 AM) me: :P
(12:36:06 AM) QudditchxKid: Not again, Mikeh.
(12:36:11 AM) QudditchxKid: NEVER again!
(12:36:14 AM) me: haha
(12:36:16 AM) QudditchxKid: I've been hurt too many times!
(12:36:23 AM) QudditchxKid: *cue soap opera music*
(12:36:30 AM) me: *gasp*
(12:36:37 AM) me: Lebron! I never knew you had that scar! Was it a knife wound?
(12:36:50 AM) QudditchxKid: No, baby....It was A HEART WOUND!
(12:36:55 AM) QudditchxKid: *dun-dundunnnnnn!*
(12:37:14 AM) QudditchxKid: She took that knife and stuck it in me, breaking my heart in the process!
(12:37:18 AM) QudditchxKid: Never again, baby.
(12:37:20 AM) QudditchxKid: Neva.
(12:37:21 AM) me: *le-gasp*
(12:37:38 AM) me: Lebron! lets make hot sexy love right now. or forever leave me. I can't take your teasing spirit. it's too mcuh
(12:37:40 AM) me: *much
(12:37:46 AM) me: *sexy music cue*
(12:37:53 AM) QudditchxKid: Baby, I don't make love to anyone.
(12:38:03 AM) QudditchxKid: Only Jesus can kiss ME on the nose.
(12:38:12 AM) QudditchxKid: *crosses arms*
(12:38:23 AM) me: *shoots you* you shouldn't have teased my spirit baby!
(12:38:24 AM) me: the end
(12:38:25 AM) me: no more
(12:38:27 AM) me: :P
(12:38:49 AM) QudditchxKid: *And then Lebron magically rises from the dead because he's really part of the hit Tv show Heroes!*
(12:38:55 AM) QudditchxKid: Baby, you shouldn't have done that.
(12:38:57 AM) me: hahaha
(12:39:05 AM) QudditchxKid: And you shouldn't keep a gun in yo back pocket.
(12:39:15 AM) QudditchxKid: You've made ol Lebron very angry.
(12:39:35 AM) me: *But little does Lebron know, Baby, as he calls her, has a father who can take away super powers. He emerges in the room*
(12:39:46 AM) me: Son, I think you should give my Baby here a second chance.
(12:39:48 AM) me: Or else...
(12:39:52 AM) me: *He walks up to him*
(12:39:55 AM) me: are we clear?
(12:40:06 AM) me: *Lebron has yet to learn of the power he has to take powers by touch*(12:40:08 AM) QudditchxKid: Like a window, baby.
(12:40:21 AM) me: Now give me a hug
(12:40:28 AM) QudditchxKid: NEVA!
(12:40:29 AM) me: *opens arms*
(12:40:37 AM) QudditchxKid: Lebran don't give no hugs!
(12:40:48 AM) me: Shake my hand then *offers hand*
(12:41:02 AM) me: *Baby snickers in the corner*
(12:41:28 AM) QudditchxKid: I don't shake hands with Baby's father.
(12:41:56 AM) me: *Baby's father is furious. He prepares to take a swing at Lebron*
(12:42:06 AM) QudditchxKid: OH NO YOU DIN'T!
(12:42:21 AM) QudditchxKid: No one slaps, Lebron.
(12:42:30 AM) me: *Right before he hits him, he notices something on Lebron's neck... A birth mark*
(12:42:46 AM) me: I know that mark! It's only given to my father's clan... that means... you're... BABY'S UNCLE
(12:42:56 AM) QudditchxKid: DUN-DUN-DUNNNN!
(12:43:08 AM) QudditchxKid: And know what else? I'M YO MOMMA!
(12:43:10 AM) QudditchxKid: MAHAHAH!
(12:43:13 AM) me: wait wait wait
(12:43:16 AM) me: I have a good plot coming
(12:43:16 AM) me: shush
(12:43:20 AM) QudditchxKid: *pulls of mask to be revealed as....his momma!*
(12:43:25 AM) QudditchxKid: okay.
(12:43:25 AM) me: cut cut cut
(12:43:27 AM) me: back to script!!
(12:43:28 AM) QudditchxKid: Silence.
(12:43:29 AM) QudditchxKid: haha
(12:43:46 AM) me: *Baby's father looks at Baby, still talking to Lebron*
(12:44:29 AM) me: And I never admitted it to Baby... but I hated her mother. in fact, we never had sex. But she was very close with a certain brother of mine, I was never sure which. But I guess it was you. Which means. LEBRON IS BABY'S FATHER.
(12:44:52 AM) QudditchxKid: OH Nu-uhhhh!
(12:45:26 AM) QudditchxKid: OH NO I DIn't!
(12:45:54 AM) QudditchxKid: Er...Oh no I din't!
(12:45:57 AM) QudditchxKid: hahaah.
(12:45:59 AM) QudditchxKid: Wow...
(12:46:07 AM) me: I'm afraid you did. You're her real father. as for me. I am your father... I dated your mother, which was also my mother, coincidentally. but my second mother that my father married afterwards. so Lebron. I am your father
(12:46:19 AM) QudditchxKid: ....Whattt?
(12:46:22 AM) QudditchxKid: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
(12:46:26 AM) QudditchxKid: *jjumps out awindow*
(12:47:03 AM) me: *little did Lebron know, Baby's adoptive father had touched his cheek, and stolen his power. the jump from the window killed him. Baby and her adoptive father lived happily ever after. The End*
(12:47:10 AM) QudditchxKid: GOODBYE CRUEL WORLDDDD!
(12:47:16 AM) QudditchxKid: AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
(12:47:19 AM) QudditchxKid: *splat*
(12:47:22 AM) me: We will return to you with more "Days of our Days" in just a moment.
Josh
I cut his hair myself one night
With a pair of dull sissors
And a yellow light
And he told me that I done alright
Sampson, Regina Spektor
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Thanksgiving, Stalker Santa and being Fearless
So, it's been a while. And I know I haven't written in a while, so I sorry.
Thanksgiving is coming and golly gee wilkers, am I glad. Thanksgiving, in case you don't know, is my favorite holiday. To be honest, it's amazing because you don't have to give gifts to anyone, you get to eat lots of foot and you get to watch the Macy's day parade and just be with people that you love.
I think that Thanksgiving is the only holiday that doesn't need a specific weather. For instance: Christmas needs snow. I don't care if its just a little flurry or a blizzard. Snow is essential. Halloween needs to be hauntingly clear with a few clouds to pass over the moon now and then. Easter needs to be a bright, clear spring day. Always. Thanksgiving works with everything! How awesome is that?
Besides that, I feel that Christmas is one of my least favorites. Well, I guess I do like it. I LOVE Christmas Eve. It used to be so magical and perfect. But, more about that nearer to Christmas. I love hanging with the family and exchanging gifts, but, to be honest, I don't think that Christmas is very calm. It's not, I think, how God wants it to be. He wants us to celebrate his son's birthday and, its sort of ours too. It's sort of like hope's birthday. We get to celebrate hope and love and being saved.
However, I feel that Christmas's mascot is horribly flawed. Come on now, the best thing you could think of was a fat, old man? Okay, that sounds harsh. But, to give you my reasons, I have decided to compile a list of why Santa should not be the mascot:
1. Santa is a stalker. No lie, he knows how bad or good you've been. That means, he has people monitoring you day and night. Who wants presents from a guy like that, huh?
2. Santa is a slave driver. This is true. Think of all those elves that are enslaved to make our gifts every year! And, besides that, they are forced to be happy and sing. I bet you, if you're bad and don't sing, they take you out of the line and take you to a room where they strap you to a hospital gurney and run tests on you. Then they stick something into your bloodstream to make you happy all the time! How awful is that? Poor elves...
3. Santa routinely breaks and enters. Guys, how is Santa even in business? He breaks into our houses and eats us out of house and home! Just cause he leaves gifts doesn't mean that it makes it okay. Who's to say he doesn't take some of our stuff or come in with a gun? Honestly, the police should have shut him down years a go. But, they can't. Cause then they'd be on the naughty list. Which brings me to my next point:
4. Santa uses fear to control us. He feeds off of fear, I think. Which is why he is so large round the middle.
5. Santa uses derogatory terms. Who likes a man who goes a round laughing as he uses derogatory terms for females. This is not okay people.
6. Santa wants to take over the world. So, I suppose theres no proof for this. But rumor has it that Santa is developing a weapon that will freeze over the whole world and leave us at his will. He'll take over the world and bring in a new Ice Age.
7. Santa is a maniac. Thats all there is to it.
8. Santa is very close to the name Satan. Coincidence? I THINK NOT!
So, there you go. haha. Those are my reasons. There are hundreds more, I'm sure.
Other than that, I'm sure theres so much I could say. Life is good. But, it's still rough. It has its moments.
On a side note, might I mention how much I love Taylor Swift? I'm listening to her new album Fearless, at the moment. And I love it. I love her style and the fact that she just sings about life and love and dancing in the rain and stuff like that. Its good. If I ever became a singer, I would probably sing songs like her, except they'd probably be morbidly mixed with Evanescence or something. haha
Well, that's all for now. I'll try and post more, with smaller posts. Have a great Thanksgiving!
Josh
In this moment now
Capture it
Remember it
Taylor Swift, Fearless
Thanksgiving is coming and golly gee wilkers, am I glad. Thanksgiving, in case you don't know, is my favorite holiday. To be honest, it's amazing because you don't have to give gifts to anyone, you get to eat lots of foot and you get to watch the Macy's day parade and just be with people that you love.
I think that Thanksgiving is the only holiday that doesn't need a specific weather. For instance: Christmas needs snow. I don't care if its just a little flurry or a blizzard. Snow is essential. Halloween needs to be hauntingly clear with a few clouds to pass over the moon now and then. Easter needs to be a bright, clear spring day. Always. Thanksgiving works with everything! How awesome is that?
Besides that, I feel that Christmas is one of my least favorites. Well, I guess I do like it. I LOVE Christmas Eve. It used to be so magical and perfect. But, more about that nearer to Christmas. I love hanging with the family and exchanging gifts, but, to be honest, I don't think that Christmas is very calm. It's not, I think, how God wants it to be. He wants us to celebrate his son's birthday and, its sort of ours too. It's sort of like hope's birthday. We get to celebrate hope and love and being saved.
However, I feel that Christmas's mascot is horribly flawed. Come on now, the best thing you could think of was a fat, old man? Okay, that sounds harsh. But, to give you my reasons, I have decided to compile a list of why Santa should not be the mascot:
1. Santa is a stalker. No lie, he knows how bad or good you've been. That means, he has people monitoring you day and night. Who wants presents from a guy like that, huh?
2. Santa is a slave driver. This is true. Think of all those elves that are enslaved to make our gifts every year! And, besides that, they are forced to be happy and sing. I bet you, if you're bad and don't sing, they take you out of the line and take you to a room where they strap you to a hospital gurney and run tests on you. Then they stick something into your bloodstream to make you happy all the time! How awful is that? Poor elves...
3. Santa routinely breaks and enters. Guys, how is Santa even in business? He breaks into our houses and eats us out of house and home! Just cause he leaves gifts doesn't mean that it makes it okay. Who's to say he doesn't take some of our stuff or come in with a gun? Honestly, the police should have shut him down years a go. But, they can't. Cause then they'd be on the naughty list. Which brings me to my next point:
4. Santa uses fear to control us. He feeds off of fear, I think. Which is why he is so large round the middle.
5. Santa uses derogatory terms. Who likes a man who goes a round laughing as he uses derogatory terms for females. This is not okay people.
6. Santa wants to take over the world. So, I suppose theres no proof for this. But rumor has it that Santa is developing a weapon that will freeze over the whole world and leave us at his will. He'll take over the world and bring in a new Ice Age.
7. Santa is a maniac. Thats all there is to it.
8. Santa is very close to the name Satan. Coincidence? I THINK NOT!
So, there you go. haha. Those are my reasons. There are hundreds more, I'm sure.
Other than that, I'm sure theres so much I could say. Life is good. But, it's still rough. It has its moments.
On a side note, might I mention how much I love Taylor Swift? I'm listening to her new album Fearless, at the moment. And I love it. I love her style and the fact that she just sings about life and love and dancing in the rain and stuff like that. Its good. If I ever became a singer, I would probably sing songs like her, except they'd probably be morbidly mixed with Evanescence or something. haha
Well, that's all for now. I'll try and post more, with smaller posts. Have a great Thanksgiving!
Josh
In this moment now
Capture it
Remember it
Taylor Swift, Fearless
Monday, November 10, 2008
He loves me
So, I have returned.
My gosh, was that one heck of a journey. Fall Weekend was an experience, thats for sure. All my worries were relieved and I was left to the cold weather and searching my heart. It was really, really great. I'm not sure if God really spoke to me much, but I figure that it's something I'll learn over time.
The last night, Saturday, we had a time of prayer for those who needed it. My friend Kayla pulled me aside and started to pray with me and talk through some things with me. Before I knew it, I was sobbing. My hands were uber tingly and I really had no idea what was going on. I felt hands on me, and I just let some of my feelings of hopelessness and fear out. I was sobbing hard soon, just letting out deep pain and scars that I had been holding in for so many years. It felt good.
Julie, a best friend of mine for some time, just held me and told me so many things. Before I knew it, it hit me. I was crying and laughing, saying: "He loves me! He loves me!"
Don't we take the fact for granted sometimes? I mean, honestly, we should be so passionate about the fact that HE loves us! Thats such a beautiful, wonderful thing.
A few words slipped out of my mouth and they went something like this: "If this is what being broken feels like, then I don't ever want to be fixed. I've been trying so hard to fill my life with other things. And the fact is, I need him; And thats a beautiful thing."
It was a great night. I had so many friends around me, people that I will never forget. They were there, and I'm so thankful.
This weekend was really only the beginning, just the tip of the iceberg, really, in a much, much bigger journey. I know God meant for me to be on this trip, to see certain things that he revealed to me.
So, thank you for your prayers. They were much needed. Really, the worst part was how freezing cold it was!
But, overall (there was so much great stuff!) it was a wonderful weekend.
Well, I'm off for now. More later, of course.
Josh
I can sing in the troubled times
Sing when I win
I can sing when I lose my step
And fall down again
I can sing 'cause You pick me up
Sing 'cause You're there
I can sing 'cause You hear me, Lord
When I call to You in prayer
I can sing with my last breath
Sing for I know
That I'll sing with the angels
And the saints around the throne
- Chris Tomlin
My gosh, was that one heck of a journey. Fall Weekend was an experience, thats for sure. All my worries were relieved and I was left to the cold weather and searching my heart. It was really, really great. I'm not sure if God really spoke to me much, but I figure that it's something I'll learn over time.
The last night, Saturday, we had a time of prayer for those who needed it. My friend Kayla pulled me aside and started to pray with me and talk through some things with me. Before I knew it, I was sobbing. My hands were uber tingly and I really had no idea what was going on. I felt hands on me, and I just let some of my feelings of hopelessness and fear out. I was sobbing hard soon, just letting out deep pain and scars that I had been holding in for so many years. It felt good.
Julie, a best friend of mine for some time, just held me and told me so many things. Before I knew it, it hit me. I was crying and laughing, saying: "He loves me! He loves me!"
Don't we take the fact for granted sometimes? I mean, honestly, we should be so passionate about the fact that HE loves us! Thats such a beautiful, wonderful thing.
A few words slipped out of my mouth and they went something like this: "If this is what being broken feels like, then I don't ever want to be fixed. I've been trying so hard to fill my life with other things. And the fact is, I need him; And thats a beautiful thing."
It was a great night. I had so many friends around me, people that I will never forget. They were there, and I'm so thankful.
This weekend was really only the beginning, just the tip of the iceberg, really, in a much, much bigger journey. I know God meant for me to be on this trip, to see certain things that he revealed to me.
So, thank you for your prayers. They were much needed. Really, the worst part was how freezing cold it was!
But, overall (there was so much great stuff!) it was a wonderful weekend.
Well, I'm off for now. More later, of course.
Josh
I can sing in the troubled times
Sing when I win
I can sing when I lose my step
And fall down again
I can sing 'cause You pick me up
Sing 'cause You're there
I can sing 'cause You hear me, Lord
When I call to You in prayer
I can sing with my last breath
Sing for I know
That I'll sing with the angels
And the saints around the throne
- Chris Tomlin
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
A New Prez
So, for my first post I'm going to address something that I feel I simply must: Barack Obama. He's our new president and I'm fine with that. But last night, when he was announced president, I was on facebook. And let me tell you, the Christian facebookers were sqirming. Almost everyone had a status update about how angry/terrified they were, yada yada yada.
Do you know how much that breaks my heart? The simple fact that a man can scare the people of God so much is not alright. People are treating it as though it was the end of the world. But, it's not.
This is a human being, a mortal. And we're all running for cover. And yet, the book of Luke tells us never to fear man, because all he can do is kill us. But we serve and love a God so much bigger than puny Barack Obama.
Another thing is, Barack Obama is not the Antichrist (queue gasps from audience). Yep. It's true. How do I know this? Two ways: One, in the Bible it says that the antichrist will come out of Rome. Barack's most certainly not from Rome. Secondly, I read a note on facebook from someone who we would probably consider a modern prophesier. They said that Barack might do some awful things, but that the end wouldn't come yet and we'd get out of this wealth rut we're in.
Now I'm not sure how much I believe about that, but I do believe that we can all make it through this, no matter how many of our rights Obama takes away, if any.
To be honest, I don't know much about him. I've heard so many mixed messages. Some say he's a saint, while others the antichrist. But, I know this: He has a family, which means that he's got to have some sort of morals and at least a little bit of conscience.
For the first time in my life, I feel at peace. I don't trust Obama, or the government. But, for once, I'm not afraid of them. Whatever they dish out, I'm willing to counter and stand up against. I've never felt like this before.
Of course, that's easier said than done. And it's hard for me to keep my cool when the Christians around me are running helter skelter like chickens with their heads cut off.
Honestly people, trust God! Have you learned nothing?! He is our rock, our deliverer. Yes, these are scary times but, I just feel like we'll all come out of these four years stronger. We may be different or have less rights, but I am not afraid. I know that the end will come later. If may be in my lifetime (I certainly hope not) and then again in may not.
But, I trust Him. And if I, a guy who is just starting to get to know God better, can do that. So can you.
Well, that's all I have to say about that. Ah. It feels good to let that out. I'm almost on the verge of not signing into Facebook for a few days until everyone calms down a little bit.
In other news, I feel like I'm being given an ultimatium at the moment. I'm stuck between the church I've been going to for years and this new church, where I feel that I fit better. I love the people at the church I'm at now, but I don't feel very connected with many of the people that go to the youth group.
I got busy, what with lots of homework and such, and stopped going to church activites and such. I expected to hear a barrage of "where have you been's" and "why haven't you been to youth group in a while's."
Instead, I got nothing. Silence.
A little bit before this, I had signed up for a retreat and I had hoped for the best. The retreat is this weekend and I was told that the people who had been praying about it had said that they felt that God would use this as a time to bring back passion and that something big would happen.
So, on a spur, I signed up. I am not very good with retreats and I'll explain why later. But I did it, thinking that it would do me some good.
In two months I went from being active in my youth group and not at all. Within these two months, I have had a the pleasure of meeting the Evans family, who have really shown my so much and grown so dear and important to me in my heart. They told me that they were a part of the Vineyard and I got interested.
I knew the vineyard and was friends with several people that went (a lot of these people have been the most honest, loving friends who I can really see are seeking after Christ). I knew they did SOS and Fall Weekend and how many people had been so changed through that.
My mom suggested visiting, because I knew so many people there and I thought this would be really great. The vineyard was a place where I knew people were changed, passionate and really doing something about the world around them (not that my other church wasn't).
I went and had a great time. It was a little awkward for me, but still really great. The worship service was inspiring and I really felt that this was a place where I might be needed and wanted, unlike my old youth group.
Thats when the youth group leader started to talk about Fall Weekend, a retreat this weekend. I was asked a ton of times if I was going and really felt that if I was going to go to a retreat, I might go to one where I felt wanted, even though I'm still not comfortable with retreats.
My mom signed me up and told my youth group leader that something had come up.
Yesterday, it all blew up in my face.
My youth group leader called and was asking my mom why I wasn't coming. She took about an hour to explain all of this to him and finally help him to understand that we weren't making a decision between churches yet, but we were just wanting to try out the vineyard.
At the same time, a mentor of mine who goes to my church calls me and starts asking me why I'm not going. It turned into a two hour long conversation. I guess, I wanted people to want me there but this seems sort of ridicious. I always wanted attention and wanted to impress everyone there, but lets face it...I never fit in there and its not healthy for me to keep striving after their attention and approval.
So, I'm going to Fall Weekend but not deciding on churches yet. I'm really nervous about the retreat, because I've had a lot of bad experiences with them. These reasons may sound stupid, but this is how I feel: I don't like being pranked. I don't like sleeping in a huge room with a ton of other guys, it can just get awkard. I don't like being forced to play sports that I'm not good at and making a fool of myself in the process.
I'm really nervous and would love some prayer in this area. Just pray that God would help me to feel comfortable and teach me a lot.
Well, thats all for now. Leave lots of comments and let me know what you think! See ya!
Josh
Do you know how much that breaks my heart? The simple fact that a man can scare the people of God so much is not alright. People are treating it as though it was the end of the world. But, it's not.
This is a human being, a mortal. And we're all running for cover. And yet, the book of Luke tells us never to fear man, because all he can do is kill us. But we serve and love a God so much bigger than puny Barack Obama.
Another thing is, Barack Obama is not the Antichrist (queue gasps from audience). Yep. It's true. How do I know this? Two ways: One, in the Bible it says that the antichrist will come out of Rome. Barack's most certainly not from Rome. Secondly, I read a note on facebook from someone who we would probably consider a modern prophesier. They said that Barack might do some awful things, but that the end wouldn't come yet and we'd get out of this wealth rut we're in.
Now I'm not sure how much I believe about that, but I do believe that we can all make it through this, no matter how many of our rights Obama takes away, if any.
To be honest, I don't know much about him. I've heard so many mixed messages. Some say he's a saint, while others the antichrist. But, I know this: He has a family, which means that he's got to have some sort of morals and at least a little bit of conscience.
For the first time in my life, I feel at peace. I don't trust Obama, or the government. But, for once, I'm not afraid of them. Whatever they dish out, I'm willing to counter and stand up against. I've never felt like this before.
Of course, that's easier said than done. And it's hard for me to keep my cool when the Christians around me are running helter skelter like chickens with their heads cut off.
Honestly people, trust God! Have you learned nothing?! He is our rock, our deliverer. Yes, these are scary times but, I just feel like we'll all come out of these four years stronger. We may be different or have less rights, but I am not afraid. I know that the end will come later. If may be in my lifetime (I certainly hope not) and then again in may not.
But, I trust Him. And if I, a guy who is just starting to get to know God better, can do that. So can you.
Well, that's all I have to say about that. Ah. It feels good to let that out. I'm almost on the verge of not signing into Facebook for a few days until everyone calms down a little bit.
In other news, I feel like I'm being given an ultimatium at the moment. I'm stuck between the church I've been going to for years and this new church, where I feel that I fit better. I love the people at the church I'm at now, but I don't feel very connected with many of the people that go to the youth group.
I got busy, what with lots of homework and such, and stopped going to church activites and such. I expected to hear a barrage of "where have you been's" and "why haven't you been to youth group in a while's."
Instead, I got nothing. Silence.
A little bit before this, I had signed up for a retreat and I had hoped for the best. The retreat is this weekend and I was told that the people who had been praying about it had said that they felt that God would use this as a time to bring back passion and that something big would happen.
So, on a spur, I signed up. I am not very good with retreats and I'll explain why later. But I did it, thinking that it would do me some good.
In two months I went from being active in my youth group and not at all. Within these two months, I have had a the pleasure of meeting the Evans family, who have really shown my so much and grown so dear and important to me in my heart. They told me that they were a part of the Vineyard and I got interested.
I knew the vineyard and was friends with several people that went (a lot of these people have been the most honest, loving friends who I can really see are seeking after Christ). I knew they did SOS and Fall Weekend and how many people had been so changed through that.
My mom suggested visiting, because I knew so many people there and I thought this would be really great. The vineyard was a place where I knew people were changed, passionate and really doing something about the world around them (not that my other church wasn't).
I went and had a great time. It was a little awkward for me, but still really great. The worship service was inspiring and I really felt that this was a place where I might be needed and wanted, unlike my old youth group.
Thats when the youth group leader started to talk about Fall Weekend, a retreat this weekend. I was asked a ton of times if I was going and really felt that if I was going to go to a retreat, I might go to one where I felt wanted, even though I'm still not comfortable with retreats.
My mom signed me up and told my youth group leader that something had come up.
Yesterday, it all blew up in my face.
My youth group leader called and was asking my mom why I wasn't coming. She took about an hour to explain all of this to him and finally help him to understand that we weren't making a decision between churches yet, but we were just wanting to try out the vineyard.
At the same time, a mentor of mine who goes to my church calls me and starts asking me why I'm not going. It turned into a two hour long conversation. I guess, I wanted people to want me there but this seems sort of ridicious. I always wanted attention and wanted to impress everyone there, but lets face it...I never fit in there and its not healthy for me to keep striving after their attention and approval.
So, I'm going to Fall Weekend but not deciding on churches yet. I'm really nervous about the retreat, because I've had a lot of bad experiences with them. These reasons may sound stupid, but this is how I feel: I don't like being pranked. I don't like sleeping in a huge room with a ton of other guys, it can just get awkard. I don't like being forced to play sports that I'm not good at and making a fool of myself in the process.
I'm really nervous and would love some prayer in this area. Just pray that God would help me to feel comfortable and teach me a lot.
Well, thats all for now. Leave lots of comments and let me know what you think! See ya!
Josh
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
The Crossroads
I stand at a crossroad as the wind blows through my hair, touching the sweat on my brow. My eyes search warily at the two roads and I let out a heavy sigh. I'm tired and worn out from a long journey, my legs are shaky and I can barely keep awake.
"Decisions, decisions," I murmurer to myself, trying to shoo away the voices in my head that are telling me to give up and let go. After all, it would be so much easier to go with the flow.
But that is not who I am, I remind myself.
I weigh my options slowly: the paved, easy path road or the narrow, jagged one. I sit down on a large rock and run a hand against my forehead, ridding it of sweat. I know the answer to this; it is one I've been taught since the day I entered this cold world.
The devil inside of me chuckles. "Which one, which one? Hurry, hurry. Not much time left." I can tell he's smiling. He knows how weak I am, he knows how much I want to give up. "You've been fighting for so long," underneath the sympathetic voice, I can tell he's mocking me, scoffing at me. He's smart and he knows it. "Why not just...give up?"
"No, I can't." I mutter; I've made my decision, no matter how weak I am. "Must. Keep. Fighting."
He laughs. "You know you can't escape me."
I try and ignore him; who needs him, right? But I know he's still around. I stand up wearily and make my way towards the path road on the right; the hard one.
It doesn't look promising, but I'll just take my time. Step by step, I remind myself.
Life is a journey. All we must do, is put one foot in front of the other.
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Hey there!
Welcome to The 365 Experience: One guy's journey to getting to know God better in one year. I'm Josh, your host. I'm sixteen, homeschooled and probably pretty different from anything that you're used to.
This place is where I'll be haunting for the next year and when its finished, I'll probably start a new one. It's a place where thoughts, ramblings and rants will be placed. I'll keep you as updated as possible.
So. This post marks the beginning of a, hopefully, successful journey through life. Around this time next year, it will end.
I hope you'll come join with me on this and I'd love to hear what you think.
And here, it begins.
"Decisions, decisions," I murmurer to myself, trying to shoo away the voices in my head that are telling me to give up and let go. After all, it would be so much easier to go with the flow.
But that is not who I am, I remind myself.
I weigh my options slowly: the paved, easy path road or the narrow, jagged one. I sit down on a large rock and run a hand against my forehead, ridding it of sweat. I know the answer to this; it is one I've been taught since the day I entered this cold world.
The devil inside of me chuckles. "Which one, which one? Hurry, hurry. Not much time left." I can tell he's smiling. He knows how weak I am, he knows how much I want to give up. "You've been fighting for so long," underneath the sympathetic voice, I can tell he's mocking me, scoffing at me. He's smart and he knows it. "Why not just...give up?"
"No, I can't." I mutter; I've made my decision, no matter how weak I am. "Must. Keep. Fighting."
He laughs. "You know you can't escape me."
I try and ignore him; who needs him, right? But I know he's still around. I stand up wearily and make my way towards the path road on the right; the hard one.
It doesn't look promising, but I'll just take my time. Step by step, I remind myself.
Life is a journey. All we must do, is put one foot in front of the other.
---
Hey there!
Welcome to The 365 Experience: One guy's journey to getting to know God better in one year. I'm Josh, your host. I'm sixteen, homeschooled and probably pretty different from anything that you're used to.
This place is where I'll be haunting for the next year and when its finished, I'll probably start a new one. It's a place where thoughts, ramblings and rants will be placed. I'll keep you as updated as possible.
So. This post marks the beginning of a, hopefully, successful journey through life. Around this time next year, it will end.
I hope you'll come join with me on this and I'd love to hear what you think.
And here, it begins.
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