It's official. The books arrived yesterday. All five of them.
School has officially begun.
Atleast I get to lay in my bed while I do my work. That's probably the nicest thing about distance education. Overall, I really do enjoy it. Just the fact that I have something to be responisble about kind of scares me. Yet, it's something I think all of us need to learn how to be.
To be a grown-up I need responsibility in my life. It's just something that takes time, right?
But I've seen over the short time I've been alive, nevertheless, an "Adult", that responsibility doesn't just start and end with completing your homework ontime and taking out the trash when you don't feel like it. Responsibility to me is having your priorities in line, not just with yourself but with your family, friends and most importantly God. Responsibility is going above and beyond the expectations are set for you by your leaders.
Responsibility starts young in a person if you think about it. Think about all the young children today in America. You usually won't find an 8 year old taking care of her 4 younger siblings, but let me take you across the world to Mumbai, India. You'll find that the minute you walk off the plane. She is responsible for feeding her younger siblings before herself, because of her parents irresponsibility in putting drugs, alcohol, money and greed in front of their beautiful children. Irresponsibility can cause more evil, disturbance in a relationship, more greed, more malice and deciet more than we all think.
I think as Americans, we dread the word "responsible". Atleast I do sometimes. But if you see the big picture, if you have responsibilities, that means you are blessed! That means you are doing something with your life! Next time you have to wash the car, or take out the trash, that is a perfect time to praise God for what he's blessed you with. Next time you have to mentor a friend or plan a ministry opportunity, you are blessed because you are using the gifts God has freely given to you. He holds you responsible to those gifts.
So as you go throughout your day, remember little India girl. And her weight upon her shoulders to scramble and beg for bread crumbs. That's her responsibility. So when you're feeling annoyed, overwhelmed, and discouraged about your "responsibilities" (Doing homework after you filled your stomach up, or taking out the trash from all the food you didn't eat that week, or getting gas in the car with the money you have)...think "Little India Girl."
You are blessed with your responsibilities.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Restart
So I think I had another blog spot type thing but I ditched that because I just couldn't log into it. Weirdness...but NOW I have a new ONE! It's called "Be. Go. Do." I want to BE the person God needs me to be, GO to far off distance places and explore new paths, and DO the work God has called me to do. Nice and Simple. It's my theme for the chapter in my life right now. Not everything I write about is going to be about begodo but...I'll try.
Lately, I've been so spontaneous. Like really badly. I just want to go EXPLORE! Who wouldn't? As I grow older I wish more and more that "play" can come back again. Do you remember when you were a young little kid wondering your backyard in your own little world? If it doesn't sound familiar, I'm sorry. I was the craziest, most imaginative, spunky little girl in the world. I loved exploring. I used to live by a creek and that was my escape in the summer. I used to hunt for Crawdad's (Lobster type things, they are really creepy and yucky). I also had a "Frog farm". Yep. I really did. The best times to go hunting for frogs around my little Suburb of a neighborhood was after rainy days. I knew exactly where they all were. I feel so bad for all those frogs I captured. I had a bike with a pouch on the front where I would shove all them into...then I found this huge plastic crate thing and piled in mud, some grass/plants and a 2x4 for them to climb on. I was convinced I was a frog master. Well, the end of the "Frog Farm" days was when one windy night the lid of the crate flew off and all those frogs escaped. I was so saddened after that, and never again did I ever capture a frog. Funny thing is, now I'm deathly afraid of them.
Anyways, another weird thing about myself is that I had an obsession about hamsters when I was younger. I probably have had over 10 hamsters in my life. My first was Smores. I bought him for a penny from my Uncle. He was a very sweet loving hamster. A few hamsters later I got Punkin and he choked. Then I got Peaches and my dog bit his head on Valentine's Day, then I got some other one and it got vacuumed up. I got Ally Peanut in 4th grade, and she ran away. So, we got another hamster, Jeffrey. Well, after we got Jeffrey we found Ally Peanut with the help of my cat Malcolm. She was still alive and lived for another 2 years. When I turned 18, instead of getting a tattoo or picking up smoking like most of peers at school did, I decided to buy a hamster with my freedom of being an adult. I named this one Pancakes. Then I got another and named it Waffles. Pancakes was a mastermind in escaping, I sold her in a garage sale and I forget what happened to Waffles. Haha. Well, the other day I was at a Petstore with my boyfriend and we were playing with these hamsters called "Robo Hamsters". They are literally no longer than 2 inches at the most and are super fast. So this guy was trying to pet one and with my "experience" from having all these hamsters I know that little ones tend to bite more. So I warned him and then I started telling him all these things about different types of hamsters and I had to stop myself and just say "I'm totally a geek right now knowing all this about hamsters..." and then he said "Yeah...you do...are you like a hamster master or something?" That's when I knew it was time to leave.
But as I was saying before, I just want to BE a kid again sometimes. I just want all the worries of the world to melt away and just BE me. A little spunky adventurous 8 year old again. It's easier said then done. Not so much the whole physical side of it all. Because clearly I haven't grown in years. But still, I just want to be a kid again.
Lately, I've been so spontaneous. Like really badly. I just want to go EXPLORE! Who wouldn't? As I grow older I wish more and more that "play" can come back again. Do you remember when you were a young little kid wondering your backyard in your own little world? If it doesn't sound familiar, I'm sorry. I was the craziest, most imaginative, spunky little girl in the world. I loved exploring. I used to live by a creek and that was my escape in the summer. I used to hunt for Crawdad's (Lobster type things, they are really creepy and yucky). I also had a "Frog farm". Yep. I really did. The best times to go hunting for frogs around my little Suburb of a neighborhood was after rainy days. I knew exactly where they all were. I feel so bad for all those frogs I captured. I had a bike with a pouch on the front where I would shove all them into...then I found this huge plastic crate thing and piled in mud, some grass/plants and a 2x4 for them to climb on. I was convinced I was a frog master. Well, the end of the "Frog Farm" days was when one windy night the lid of the crate flew off and all those frogs escaped. I was so saddened after that, and never again did I ever capture a frog. Funny thing is, now I'm deathly afraid of them.
Anyways, another weird thing about myself is that I had an obsession about hamsters when I was younger. I probably have had over 10 hamsters in my life. My first was Smores. I bought him for a penny from my Uncle. He was a very sweet loving hamster. A few hamsters later I got Punkin and he choked. Then I got Peaches and my dog bit his head on Valentine's Day, then I got some other one and it got vacuumed up. I got Ally Peanut in 4th grade, and she ran away. So, we got another hamster, Jeffrey. Well, after we got Jeffrey we found Ally Peanut with the help of my cat Malcolm. She was still alive and lived for another 2 years. When I turned 18, instead of getting a tattoo or picking up smoking like most of peers at school did, I decided to buy a hamster with my freedom of being an adult. I named this one Pancakes. Then I got another and named it Waffles. Pancakes was a mastermind in escaping, I sold her in a garage sale and I forget what happened to Waffles. Haha. Well, the other day I was at a Petstore with my boyfriend and we were playing with these hamsters called "Robo Hamsters". They are literally no longer than 2 inches at the most and are super fast. So this guy was trying to pet one and with my "experience" from having all these hamsters I know that little ones tend to bite more. So I warned him and then I started telling him all these things about different types of hamsters and I had to stop myself and just say "I'm totally a geek right now knowing all this about hamsters..." and then he said "Yeah...you do...are you like a hamster master or something?" That's when I knew it was time to leave.
But as I was saying before, I just want to BE a kid again sometimes. I just want all the worries of the world to melt away and just BE me. A little spunky adventurous 8 year old again. It's easier said then done. Not so much the whole physical side of it all. Because clearly I haven't grown in years. But still, I just want to be a kid again.
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