Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Merry Christmas!


Ahhh....Christmas! It is a wonderful time, ain't it?

Today was my last day of school, so I JUST got out for Christmas break!! I am so excited!

My friend, Elise, and I promised to exercise over Christmas every day, and we came up with a short exercise plan. Jillian Michael's would be proud. :)

I love Christmas for so many, many reasons. I love it because I can give, give, give to all of my friends that I love so very much. I love it because everyone is happy and not one person is left out or sad.

I love at that part at the end of the day, when all of the friends are departing. Everyone is hugging and saying, "I love you, Merry Christmas!", over and over again. We all just get that bubbly-warm feeling inside, when you are surrounded by love.

Everyone circles around each other, promises to email every day, and says, laughing, "I don't think I can live without you for 10 days!" Then everyone is off, off to their own Christmas celebrations, off to their own, separate lives for a while.

As we all shuffle onto the buses, loaded with gifts and candy, smiles on our faces, we call out, "See you next year!"

I sometimes just think how amazing it is. Amazing that all of these different people, different in so many ways, came together as friends. All of us, coming from different homes, various lives, unique personalities, all came together, and learned to love each other.

Christmas time reminds me that our Lord God brought us all together. He brought us together for many reasons. To teach each other, to learn from each other, to help each other, and to listen to each other.

Christmas time reminds me that Jesus came to our home that He created, became human, and knowing that He would have to die, did it FOR US.

As I look at each one of my beautiful, amazing friends, I think of Jesus, because He is the only reason that I am so priveliged to have them as my friends today!

So, as all the Christmas chaos continues, and presents are wrapped, gifts are given, and music plays, don't forget about Jesus. Jesus, the baby born in a manger, for me, for you, for all of us.


Friday, December 18, 2009


Do you ever wonder about your life? Whoever you are that's reading this?

Do you ever wonder what you'll be doing this time of year next year? Like for example, will I have made a new friend? Will I have dis-connected with a friend that right now I never thought I would?

Will I be different next year? Will I still be the same pickle-loving, writing, reading, crazy, fun, soccer girl I am right now?

Will I make a significant difference in some one's life between now and next year? Will I still be a straight-A student? Why do we always need answers? Why must we ask so many questions?

This makes me wonder, do we really trust God? If we can't even let go of the worries of tomorrow, yet question the future, what are we really doing? Are we trusting in Him? Or are we just falling through the void of our life, with nothing to hold onto?

I'm so sick of questions. I'm so sick of wanting answers. Maybe we don't need answers. Did God EVER tell us we needed answers? Why, no, I don't believe He did.

And yet I still wonder, I still dream. I wonder who I'll marry, but I guess all girls do. I wonder whether I live to graduate from college, or to be a wife and a mother.

And I wonder about death. Such a strong word, death is. I hate saying it, let alone writing it or reading it. I wonder how I'll die. And then, as I wonder, I get this mixed, sick feeling, yet uplifting feeling, that I could die any day.

And it strikes me so powerfully that God could call me home at any time, I could get sick and die, I could get in a car crash and die on my way to school, or I could get run over by a car as I am walking across the rode.

This all came to me in a dream, of course. I dreamt that I was at school in my classroom. All of my friends were there, my teacher sitting on her stool, and everything was okay. All of the sudden the announcements came on and everyone had exactly 4 minutes to live.

The announcer said that a volcano(I know there are no volcanoes near us, but it was a dream, and it was very real)was going to erupt in 4 minutes and it was too late to evacuate.

Everyone started freaking out. I felt my legs go limp, and I didn't know what to do. This was the moment that I had pondered over for years and years, and I had 4 minutes left on this earth. The weirdest feeling came across me, then we heard the volcano erupting, and I woke up before it killed us.

I don't want to be afraid of death, you see. Because it is only a transition from earth to our eternal home in heaven. But I guess it's not death that I'm afraid of. I'm afraid that when it comes, then I will be afraid.

So no matter how much I question and how many answers don't come, I will always wonder.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009


A sweet brick house and creamy yellow trim,
an arched wooden door,
a homey space within.
A place where no one judges,
no one tears you down,
there is only love, no stubborn, cold-hearted grudges.
No accusing stares,
no malicious whispers,
no deceptive glares.
Where each is a part of something,
everyone is equally loved,
and no one is nothing.
And even though may quarrel,
end up loving more,
and even though may argue,
are not thrown out the door.
And home is everything you know,
no matter how big or how small,
and no matter where you go.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

For Daddy:)

I know this is my blog and all, and is supposed to be full of my writing, but I want to take a step back and talk about the man who inspires me every time I write, and is a beautiful writer himself.

Yep! He's my Dad! My Dad is the inspiration behind all of my poems, stories, and this blog. (Of course, Jesus inspires me the most, since He gave me the gift of writing, but my Dad is also very important in the process as well.)

My Dad is a very talented writer, he has written many, many poems over the years, and when it comes to writing, we are so much alike. Sometimes, especially on long car rides when it's just me and him, we like to make up nonsense poems. It's pretty amazing how we practically finish each other's sentences. And as he says, "After all, we are related!" :)

One of my Dad's students(my Dad is an English Prof. in our small Christian college in town)made him a packet organized as a book full of his poems one year. I read it all of the time.

I give Jesus all of the credit for making me the writer I am now, and I thank my Dad for inspiring me. SO THANK YOU, DADDY, IF YOU ARE READING THIS!!!

One day I hope to become a writer, well, I take that back, I already AM a writer, what I am trying to say is that one day I hope to become a published writer. Maybe one day I will. But for now, I continue to watch and learn the beauty and art of writing by watching my Dad.

Enough of that, here is my favorite poem written by my Dad, and then one written by me. Hope you enjoy!

At bedtime every night he sings
"Amazing Grace" to his only daughter,
he says a prayer with his second son,
and bends to kiss his close-cropped head
cocooned beneath his comforter.
To his teenage son who's reading on the bed
he gives a manly hug,
then joins his wife in the living room.
The bills are paid, the dishes done,
he grabs a beer and turns the TV on.
Tomorrow he will hit the gym,
this weekend get some yard work done
and church and teaching Sunday school.
As usual on his favorite show,
they catch the bad guy in the end.
He ends up dozing through the news
but catching part of Letterman

In bed he thinks of everything
that he's been spared. He's not afraid
he'll wake up to bombs, or searchlight glare,
or soldiers kicking down his door.
Disasters strike him as quite unlikely
living so far from a fault line,
coast, or tornado alley. His town
has little theft, less rape, no murder.
He offers thanks, a top ten list
of ways that he's been over blessed,
though soon he'll be drifting off to sleep.
A fleeting thought disturbs his pleasant mood,
he hopes that God's got nothing left to prove.

And by me: Modern Martyr: Dedicated to Cassie, victim of the shooting at Columbine High school

A gun pointed to your face, yet you lost no trace of
A question hanging by a thread, yet you felt no surge
of dread.
A trigger pulling back, you felt no need to attack,
A bullet flying through the air,
but your heart was already there.
A light shone in the darkness, you are not alone.
A siren screaming, a shout of orders,
an empty body,
a lifeless martyr.
A hallelujah, a guilty boy,
a panicked officer, a scene without joy.
You held onto the promise of life, you fought Goliath,
you won the fight.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Oh my, my, my

I saw a cloud floating across the sky, and thought to myself, 'Oh, my, my, my', there ain't a day that goes by when I don't wonder why.....

I saw a bird flying past, its wings going so fast I could hardly see them. And I though to myself, 'Oh my, my, my', oh how I wonder why.....

I watched tiny baby close its eyes to sleep, as its mother rocked it gently back and forth. And I thought in my head, 'Oh my, my, my', I wonder why....

I walked along the ocean, the sand squishing between my toes, while the waves crashed over and over again. And as I strolled along the sea, I thought, 'Oh my, my, my', I am always wondering why.....

Why must we know all the answers? Can't we except the truth? Must we possess all knowledge? Why do we fret the future, yet can't let go of the past?

Oh my, my, my....I wonder why. I wonder why He's made, such a beautiful place, given by His grace, lit by the light of his face.

Oh my, my, my....I wonder why.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Quirky Qualities

Like mist everyone else, I have verrryyyy many quirks, and without them, I just wouldn't be who I am, you know?

One of my biggest quirks is my obsession with pickles. Everyone knows I loveee pickles! I love to eat them, in fact, I have these little "pickle packs" that my dad puts in my lunch. My email is:, I have a sign in my room that has a picture of pickles and says, "PICKLES ROCK!!!!"

I know, I know, very, very odd. I can't help it, though:). Here comes my big confession.....drum roll,'s coming.....okay, okay, I talk to EVERYTHING, living or nonliving. There. I said it.

I talk to my computer when it's slow, I talk to my closet, asking it "What should I wear?", I talk to my bed, saying, "'re so comfy!", I talk to my stuffed animals(George the koala,and Caramel and Toffy the beagles)!

I talk to everything, and even if I don't TALK to it, I sing, making up my own song. :)

There's one more BIG quirk, and I am not ashamed, even though I am too old for it, to tell you. I have a blankie that I sleep with every night. And, yes, it is a blankie, not a rag, like some people call it! It is ripped in every which way, it has millions upon millions of holes, and it used to be a pretty pink, but is now a faded, light pink.

I keep telling myself I'll get rid of it, but I am literally attached to it! Blankie has been my best friend since birth, and has seriously(don't laugh)been with me through everything, he(and yes, Blankie is a he)is just to precious to leave me just yet:).

Oh my goodness! I must be insane! I'm letting out all of my weirdest quirks on the Internet where anyone can see! Oh, well, there's a reason for that. The reason I'm comfortable with anyone knowing these things is because I know that ALL of us are weird, and, I mean, at the end of my life is it really gonna matter that I talked to everything and owned a blankie when I was 12?

No, I can assure you, it won't! Because Jesus loves us each for who we REALLY are, and my quirks don't define me, they just add a little sugar and spice to my personality!


Monday, December 7, 2009

These are a few of My Favorite Things

I love so many, many things. Here are a few....

I love waking up to two perfect inches of snow spread across the yard, glimmering and untouched. But I also love waking up on a summer morning, listening to the birds chirp away, the sun just coming up past the trees.

I love walking around the block in the early morning, when no one else is up, and it's as quiet as could be. But I love the exhilaration of a walk in the dark, every where I look, it's peaceful and still.

I love the pleasant noise of the waves crashing on the beach, the seagulls happily singing over head, and the delighted squeals of the little children playing in the sand. And I love the silence of my classroom taking a difficult test, tense with concentration and determination.

I love that bubbling-up feeling I get inside when I am surrounded by people who love me, or when someone says something special to me. I love that utter peaceful feeling at night right before I drift into my dreams.

I love the tickle of my little cousins' whispers in my ear, as they tell me an "important secret". And I love the blast of rhythmn flowing through my body at a concert with a loud band.

I love the twinkle of stars at night, shining brightly so. And I love the mystery of the luminous moon, so far and yet, so close.

I love the feeling of good, hard laugh, where everyone arround me is red with glee, and I am smiling so hard it hurts my cheeks. And I love the feeling of letting out all of my tears, when I'm in distress, then being comforted.

I love taking a long, hot shower after a stressful day, then relaxing in my room or reading a book on the couch. I love the feeling of accomplishment, when I've finished everything I needed to get done, contentment stretching from my head to my toes.

And I love the sound of a baby's sneeze, as the little face scrunches up and quakes. I love the tenderness of a baby's yawn, right before he falls asleep, the tiny mouth opens crookedly and lets out the tiniest sigh.

I love......

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall

Some days I hate the mirror. Some days I love the mirror. But no matter what, it is the best manipulator I've ever met.

The mirror is what you look into to see yourself right after you wake up, with your hair all exploded and messed up (at least mine is), and imprints of the covers smothered all over your face from sleeping like a rock.

The mirror is what you look at when you had a bad day, and, as if it could magically fix all your problems, you stare at it, burning into that annoying person's eyes that seem to always appear when you're trying to look at yourself.

The mirror is where you try to get that fly-away hair in place before the big concert. And you probably look quite odd standing there flinging your hair around, licking your fingers, tossing your head back and forth, and who knows what.

Ohhhh......the mirror is where you bring out the panel of judges from inside you and crack down hard on your imperfections, then, feeling guilty, you're suddenly friends with that human in the mirror.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, we are just human, after all, so GIVE US A BREAK!

Saturday, December 5, 2009


"Friends are the chocolate chips on the cookie of life."
I totally agree with this quote. My friends are vitally important to me. It's sort of funny when I think back to the first time I met some of my closest friends, laughing at the fact of how awkward we were together at first, before we got to know each other better (or too much!).

It's also kind of ridiculous how many "inside jokes" you come up with with your friends. I could list some, but what's the point? You wouldn't get them! I guess inside jokes live up to their name!

You know what else? It's kinda weird to think how relaxed you can get around your friends. Like yesterday, for example, we were in art class, and my friend, Nicole, was leaning her head against my shoulder, and I was leaning mine on top of hers, while our teacher was explaining what we were doing.

You know what else???!!!! No matter how much friends, real friends, irk each other, they never fight! How cool! I love my friends!!

It's so much fun to be around friends, because you know they love you, not because of what you look like, yet they think you're beautiful, but because of who you really are.

Friendship is a difficult concept, if you really think about it. It's hard to be a friend. Yet, we all seem to get the hang of it pretty quickly from birth. I don't know what I would do without my friends.

My friends are sort of like a second family, but they're all separate. I need each of them for different reasons. Some I need to be able to depend on. Others I need to depend on me. Some I need to keep me straight, and others loosen me up.

I also like my friends for different reasons. Some of them I like because they're happy and energetic, and some are calm and fun to talk to, and yes, some are just original-style, old fashioned friends! (I was just kidding on that last one!)

What are some memorable moments with your friends? What do you like best about them?

All Bad Choices all Around

:( I don't know what to say.

There is nothing to say:(.

I got an email this morning from one of my dear, close friends, it was called, "i need help through this."

Hmmmmmm.....I read it. I am not at liberty to say what it was about. But my heart ached for her. I replied the best I could, telling her God is in control.

I received the news the other day that my fourth-grade teacher's mother passed away. I sent another email. What was I supposed to say? I've never gone through anything like that.

Last year my parents informed my brothers and I that our wonderful friends who live in the South were getting a divorce. I balled my eyes out. What am I supposed to say to those people whom I've seen together since I was born, and now are torn apart?

I heard my mom on the phone this morning talking to her mother. She says to her mother, as clear as a bell to my ears, "They're just making all bad choices all around."

What is wrong with the world? Everything you're used to can change in a day. Everyone you've loved can turn their backs to you, yet you're still loving them.

This makes me sick in an inexpressible way. How can these families just fall right apart? How can death overtake life?

My only single answer and hope is that I have my Lord Jesus here in my heart, and I'm never letting go. Though I am surrounded my evil, I pray that I would hold on to light, and though I know trials will test me, I know Jesus, my rock will defeat those who try to tempt me.

All bad choices all around, well this is my choice:
Psalm 62:5-6
Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from Him. He alone is my rock and my salvation; He is my fortress, I will not be shaken.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Death Before Life.....and other highly opinionated topics

I know I've already told you a lot about myself already, but there is still more, believe it or not. I am a very opinionated person. My opinions range from my strong believing that you shouldn't own a cellphone until you are at least able to drive, to my faith in Jesus Christ.

One of my most opinion-y of opinions is the whole thing with abortion. I may not know as much about it as some people, but I strongly believe, as Dr. Seuss said, "A person's a person, no matter how small." And that just about sums it up.

What I don't get about abortion is that every life God has given is a gift, so why kill it? In my eyes, abortion is murder. And why am I even saying "it", those babies are PEOPLE!!!!!!

What comes to my mind when I think of abortion is cutting off a life before it even got to begin. Who knows? That baby could have been the next Albert Einstein, that baby could have found the cure to cancer, maybe that baby could have lived a wonderful life, serving his or her Lord.

Overpopulation the problem? Didn't God command Adam and Eve to "be fruitful and multiply"?

You see? I am one opinionated young gal!

I guess I wouldn't say my faith is an "opinion" because it is a fact. Jesus Christ died to save us from our sins, and He reigns on high, He will judge us all, and He loves each and every one of us. Hmmmm...yep, that's seems like it's all fact to me.

I always will believe that. And as one of my favorite hymns states, "No power of hell, no scheme of man, can ever pluck me from His hand, 'till He returns, or calls me home, here in the power of Christ, I'll stand."

My ultimate life-verse is Isaiah 40:31, "Those who hope in the Lord will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weak, walk and not grow faint."

From unborn children to my Lord and savior, Jesus Christ, I'm an all-around, opinion-filled, faith-solid young girl.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009


Tonight I prayed.
I prayed for my friends.
I prayed for their salvation.
Tears streamed down my cheeks, as I thought of them
without a savior.
Lost in the light of my Father, I prayed with hope,
and thought of all His daughters.
Tonight I prayed.
I prayed for my friends.
Tears streamed down my cheeks, as I thought of them.
Quiet pleas to God, for salvation through His son,
I wish I could find something to say to that would make this undone.
Tonight I prayed for all of those broken and alone.
For my friends to find their way home.
Tears streamed down my cheeks, as I thought of them.


Today I babysat my sweet little neighbor, she is the cutest thing! She's polite, VERY SMART, and genuinely happy.

I asked her, as we were coloring, who her favorite princess was, she knew right away, and she said, "Mulan". I asked her why she liked Mulan, and, as if she had prepared a speech, she proudly said, "Because she is strong and brave." she announced, "I think that's where I get all my energy and strength, too, from Mulan."

I was so shocked, it took me a minute or so to believe that that had come out of the mouth of a first-grader. This made me wonder who my favorite princess was. After I ruled out Jasmine, Sleeping Beauty, Ariel, and Snow White, I had Cinderella and Belle left.

I sat there wondering which was my favorite. I finally said, not that my little first-grader was still listening, "I think my favorite is Belle." After I said it, I started to come up with reasons why I liked Belle so much.

After considering all of the things Belle did in the story I decided that I am most like Belle than any other Disney princess. One of the main reasons I chose Belle as my favorite was because she was so accepting of the Beast, sure she was afraid, but she saw past his ugly looks, and into the pain that he held.

Belle is also very brave and stubborn, which slightly reflects my character as well. This is a dumb reason, but I've always thought Belle's dress was the prettiest of all the princess'....hehe:).

It's funny how even a first-grader knows exactly what she likes, and is not afraid to say it!

What princess is your favorite? Which one resembles you the most?

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

....Time Is Tickin Away

Once I went on a walk with an old friend of mine, we hadn't spoken in years. We were just walking a long and catching up for all of our lost moments together. After awhile, she turned to me and said something like this:

"Anna, I have never met a girl that is so strong in her faith, you're a really great friend."

At that moment tears welled up in my eyes, I had heard it before from my parents and family, but never from a friend that barely even knew me. And here comes the part that I wish I could change; my lame-face response. I looked down at the ground and said in a shaky voice,
"Aw, shucks."

And I knew I blew it. It was a beautiful moment, and all I had to say was, 'aw, shucks'. Instantly I was angry with myself. What was I supposed to say now? "You are too"?

I knew that would sound too ordinary, so I just kept smiling and walking. This brought attention to me that we don't have very much time here on our temporary home! We can't just sit around regretting the fact that, "oops, I messed up again." We need to TAKE ACTION! We are His messengers!

Monday, November 30, 2009


Floating above the bubble, so called my life.
Reaching for what I cannot touch.
Dreamily gliding across the emptiness of my abyss.
Straining toward it, then falling, falling...
Falling down into the mysterious nothingness, and landing on the surface of vacancy.
Crying into the lonely, drifting place, waiting for the darkness to embrace.
Feeling everything and nothing.
Wishing anything were something.
Aching and lying, I feel like dying, but is there such a thing?

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Being a Women

When I was a little girl, like maybe 5 or 6 years old, I made a list of three things I never wanted to have to do when I was a women. (Keep in mind that this is before I "knew anything"). Here's my silly list:

1. I never want to wax my lip.

It seemed so scary and painful then, but now I look at it like ripping a band aid off.

2. I want to have kids, but I don't want to feel any pain.

Oh, gee! Having kids and no pain....hmmm, right! :)

3. I never want to have to share a bed with anyone!!!

I have nothing to say about this.....:).

As you can see, like most little, naive kids, I expected that I would always feel the same way about all of this. As I got more and more exposed to the world and saw how things were, my list changed from all of the "I never want to"s to the "I'm gonna have to"s.

I feel like we're like this in many areas of our lives, always telling ourselves what we never want to do. I think sometimes we need to take a step out of our comfort zone and surprise ourselves!

Thursday, November 26, 2009

A Thankful Thanksgiving

I am always worried that one day, years from now, or maybe even sooner, Thanksgiving will vanish and Christmas will take over, Black Friday being the only thing people are interested in.

I sure hope this doesn't happen, but I fear, as people put up their Christmas lights the week of Thanksgiving, and the Outlet Malls are playing holiday music, and having "Christmas sales", that our Thanksgiving will be pushed out of the spotlight while Christmas seeks all of the attention.

But not this Thanksgiving, this Thanksgiving I will remain loyal to this fourth Thursday of November. Often we find our selves wanting what we don't have. For instance; a brunette finds herself wishing she were blond, and dyes her hair, yet a blond finds herself wishing she were a brunette, and dyes her hair.

If someone has curly hair, they dream of straight hair, and spend a fortune to get it "chemically straightened", but still, if someone has straight hair, they dream of curly hair, and spend a fortune to get a perm.

Those who have glasses, hate them, so they get contacts. But those who have perfectly healthy eyes are in luck, because, guess what, they make no-prescription fake glasses! You see? We can't be grateful for what beautiful people God made us, so we want, want, want, and get, get, get.

I want to have a Thankful Thanksgiving, so here are a few things that I am thankful for.

I am thankful for my body, that can move and work, that I am not disabled. I am thankful for my brain that is fully functional and intelligent. I am thankful for my room, in which I can relax and think and wind down after a bad day. I am thankful for my school, with my amazing teachers, that are committed to help me learn, and their amazing efforts to teach.

I am thankful for my friends. Good and bad, that have taught me lessons that I couldn't have learned myself. For their love and generosity, for their loyalty and honesty. For their always being there when I need to just talk, and for acknowledging silently my troubles.

I am thankful for my church, where everyone feels like family, and where I have grown to learn the word of God. I am thankful for my "second family", the Wishings, whom I am neither timid or shy around, and whom I would always go to for anything if my family wasn't there.

I am thankful for my stable home, for my parents' hard work to raise me, and my brothers in Christ. And for my family, that without I don't know what I would do, and that even when we quarrel and fight, I know will always love me.

I am thankful for all the small pleasures, chocolate, new shoes, waking up on a summer's day to the bright sunshine, sitting on the beach, losing myself in the sound of the waves crashing, holding a new born baby while it sleeps peacefully, starting a new journal, being so tired I fall asleep right as my head hits the pillow, and running down the soccer field, free and untamed.

Last, and most importantly, I am thankful for Jesus Christ, author of my life, savior, who by His grace, brought me salvation. And who, wretched though I am, loves me no matter what I do or say, or how far I fall from Him. For Jesus because without Him I'd be nothing, and who with Him I am free. And for Jesus because He'll never forsake me, even when everyone else does.

This is my Thankful Thanksgiving!

Tuesday, November 24, 2009


Ahhh....good ole tradition...we have many in my house, here are a few.

~PSALMS-Every morning, after most everyone is finished with breakfast, my dad reads a Psalm.

~BIB STO AKA: BIBLE STORY-When we have time, in the evenings my dad will read a part of whatever book in the bible we are reading, then we pray and sing a hymn.

~CRANBERRIES-On Thanksgiving, before we eat, everyone passes the pot around the table and places their cranberry in and says something they are thankful for.

~MOVIE TIME-At some point in the "Christmas Season" we all watch the well-known, well-loved, A Christmas Story.

~ADVENT-During the season of Advent, we all take turns reading the passages in the bible.

~WELCOMING CHRISTMAS-After Thanksgiving dinner, while we're doing the dishes, we play Christmas music for the first time that year.

~SHOPPING SPREE-Before school starts, and before summer begins, my mom and I go on an all-day shopping trip:).

~MR. PEW-In the summer, my dad and I go on many bike rides. Sometimes we bike through the college. On campus, there is a copper statue of Mr. Pew, the man who a building was named after. Whenever we bike passed, we always go say hi to him:).


Dinner Conversations

Sam: (out of nowhere) "Space will desinigrate before time."

Mom: (looking at Sam) "Have you heard back from MIT yet?"

Sam: "No. Space will desinigrate before time." (he says a lot of other things, but I really don't know what they mean and can't remember what they are, sorry.)

Mom: "I guess that sort of makes sense, actually, if you just say that."

Me: (looking at mom with shock) "How does it make sense at all? I don't get anything he's saying!"

Will: "You know, maybe we should actually listen to what he says, that way when we actually learn about it, we'll get it."
(dad agrees)

Me: "Oops, I never listen."

Mom: (giving me the evil eye) "Anna, you should."

Me: "But I don't know half the words he's even using!"
(we move on to another subject.)
5 minutes later.....

Sam: "As I was saying, space will desinigrate before time."
(we all start laughing.)

Dad: (says something....)

I have a feeling our dinner conversations aren't normal.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Welcome to My World

....Ahhhh, that must be something in my dream, wait, no, nevermind, that's the alarm. Sam must have set it too early...WHAT??!! It's already time to get up??! Noooo! Oh, please, no! Really? Are you for real? Ugh!

As I reluctantly drag myself out of bed, reaching toward the lamp, I squint my eyes against the bright, sudden light. I uncover the blue light of my stereo and head to the closet. Oh, gee. The Closet. And the big "what to wear?" question hangs over my head.

Quickly deciding I didn't want to wear bright-blue pants on a Monday, and pulling on my most-favoritist pair of jeans and most-comfiest shirt, I turn around to make my bed, making a mental note never to become like my brothers and stay in bed 10 minutes extra after the alarm goes off. After making my bed, I discover two little lumps covered by my sheets and comforter at the end of the bed. Hmmm...I pull up the sheets, scouring the bed for my missing culprates. Aha! Gotcha!

I pull out the two fuzzy little socks, proud to have accomplished one thing today. Ohhhh! I say out loud, poor Ceddy (aka Cedric), I forgot to feed you! (Just to clue you in, Cedric is my goldfish, and is somewhat neglected at times:P) I descend the stairs slowly and with care, while feeling guilty about always forgetting Ceddy.

In the mornings, it seems, I don't usually feel like talking. Some mornings are different, and I can't shut up, but most mornings I silently greet everyone and eat breakfast. Let's skip the whole brush-teeth-do-hair-gather-homework-remember-lunch-routine.

By the time we get to my school, I'm in a brighter mood, and happy to see my friends. Oh, wait, I skipped bus hall, by my definition-torturous time period in which students must sit in agony while bus hall monitors yell at everyone to sit down until we are released to our classrooms.

Anyway, moving on, in library I pick the most random books off of the shelf, because I never read my library books...wahaha! And I take a seat in the "story pit" where Claire and Nicole are drooling over picture books with polar bears and baby seals.
"How many times have you checked that book out?" I ask Nicole.

"I lost my count," she replies in a distant tone while staring at the cute, fuzzy little polar bear, that could probably eat her alive.

In English, I listen while everyone moans at pulling their English textbooks out, and I silently give three "Hip, hip, hooray!"s. In Reading, hardly being able to stand listening to my classmate struggle on the pronounciation of every other word. In Math, restraining myself from glancing at the clock every three seconds. And lunch, Huzzah!

95% of the time, lunch is fun and relaxing, maybe even thrilling sometimes. But when they break out the drama....urrrgg. If anyone knows me at all, they'd definetly know that drama is my LEAST FAVORITE THING ON THE ENTIRE EARTH!! For me, I'd rather sit through an hour of nails screeching down a chalk board, than sit through 5 minutes of drama.

I'd rather eat plain oatmeal for a month than be involved in one tiny bit of drama. And for me, drama is like an OCD person in a slob's house, a person with claustrophobia in a giant crowd! I can't stand it! O.K., now that that's out of the way....

When it comes to the expression: lunch + drama, the sum is anything but pretty. And when that happens, I find myself in the women's bathroom down the hall, locking myself in the stall, praying I would make it. When finally I know I should get back to lunch or else my peers would think I fell in the toilet, I sit down at my lunch table, plug my ears, close my eyes, and wish I were somewhere else.

Skipping over the boringness and Science and Social Studies, flute lessons, and tutoring my stubborn students....home at last! Kinda reminds me of "Free at last, free at last, thank God Almighty, I'm free at last!" Piano. Hangin out. Running. Bible Study. Dinnner....

Dinner is a very interesting process at my house. First, we all get our food, right? I mean, who doesn't eat food at dinner? Note that my brothers eat a....hmmm...I'll be nice, large amount of whatever my mom cooks. Conversations could vary at my house from my mom and dad talking about the car having to go in tomorrow, or some mathematical-scientifical discussion in which I have no idea what anybody's talking about. (That's what happens when you have a family full of geniuses.)

The rest of the day is not much to talk about...unless you want to be bored to death. I'm sure there are many things I've left out like the fact that I talk to my computer when it's slow and my brother incessantly telling me, "don't worry about it." But this is my world, welcome!

Monday, November 16, 2009

Losing All Inspiration

Some days I seem to just lose all of my inspiration to do anything. I know it's okay to do that every once in a while on a lazy Saturday, but, if we continue to live our lives like that, and make up are we fulfilling God's plan for our lives?
When you've lost all inspiration....
My Steps to Recovery:
1.) I GET UP!

2.) I go up to my room and prepare myself to worship God by playing some of my favorite worship songs on my stereo while I either sit with my eyes closed and listen, sing along, or dance...:)

3.) After I am finished listening, I lie on my bed with my bible and study book that I am using, and I get to work.

4.) When I am finished, I clean up my room, making me feel less clustered and more accomplished.

5.) Sometimes after step 3 or 4 I like to go for a long walk and just contemplate.

6.) I remind myself that losing inspiration doesn't mean I am bad person, just that I am human.

7.) I get inspired.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

My precious beagle, Snickers...:) and the perty sunset...!

More About Me

Well, I guess I should tell you all a little more about myself. Where to start? I was born! Believe it or not! I was born in Georgia, where we lived for a couple years, until we moved up here, "the great white north" of Pennsylvania. I absolutely love my small town in which I've grown up and although I want to go away one day, will miss it terribly. I play soccer, probably the least-popular sport in America, but I sure do love it! I play defense..and I think I love it so much because...well, actually I hate offense because I feel almost, but on defense I feel like I have one sole purpose, and that makes me feel secure. I love music, and I would say that I am a very musical person. I am not the best singer, but I LOVE to sing! I usually go to the nursing home with some friends from my church to sing every once and a while. I also play piano, I think this is my fourth or fifth year playing, and I started to play flute last year and am enjoying it immensely! I think I am a very interesting person, I am not one to seek attention, but I don't mind speaking in public (let me know if you get confused), but I hate entering writing contests because I don't like my writing to be "publicized" yet I won a writing contest a couple weeks ago, and now I am doing a blog. Weird, eh? I also have two older brothers and no younger siblings. I love my brothers for many reasons, one being that they are great role models! Also, I think they have made me a stronger person. Instead of playing house or barbie dolls, we would play FBI, instead of a "pillow fight" we would have a "pillow war". I truly believe that God gives us exactly what we need and exactly what we can handle, and I think He knew that what I needed and could handle(hehe) were two wonderful brothers. When I look back on all of the times I had wished that I had a little sister, I see now that I am perfectly fine with my two brothers.
My parents are both great role models also, and I can see by everything that they do how much they love the Lord and how much they want to serve Him.
I also have a beagle, named Snickers, the sweetest dog on Earth...:). And a goldfish named Cedric!
Of course, like everyone else, I have many goals and dreams for my life. I hope to go to Grove City College, and to become either a writer, psychologist, or a special education teacher. I hope to become a wife and a mother as wonderful as mine. I want to travel and discover more about who I am. I want to own at LEAST two dogs and no cats....I'm not much of a cat person. Most importantly I want to "make disciples of all nations" and continue to let God surprise me each day.
When it comes to the saying "diamonds are a girl's best friend" I oppose completely. For me, CHOCOLATE is my best friend!!! I don't care how many diamonds you buy me, if you get me chocolate....haha, I love ya! (got that boys?)
I'm not much of a material girl, I'd rather spend all day in my pine tree writing than going shopping, but I don't mind shopping every once in a's a girl's natural instinct, right?:)
A perfect friend for me is someone who gets me completely, who I am 100% comfortable with and who makes me the best person I can be. It's someone who we never run out of things to talk about, but when we are quiet, it's not awkward. She or he is always faithful and always kind, but not perfect, someone who loves me for who I am inside the most, but makes me feel beautiful.
I am not a perfect girl. I am not always nice. I am not always fun to be around. I am not the best friend that ever lived. I am perfectly imperfect. I do not always respect myself. I do not always respect others. But I've got something inside of me that's more powerful than anything else. Something that made the heavens and the stars, and someone that died on the cross to save us all from our sinful nature. And even though I am not perfect, I know that God loves me, and even though people may desert me, and life might not go my way, God's love for me will never change.

If you have any more questions to ask me, feel free!

Thursday, November 12, 2009

The Story Behind the Name

"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous.
Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the
Lord your God will be with you wherever you go."
Joshua 1:9

I know the name of my blog might sound depressing, but there is a story behind it. First, and foremost, I did try to write a book called, "A No One's World" but that didn't quite work out for me. Nevertheless; here's a little clip from the book:
I've always thought I'm a no one....
I've always asked myself: Why did God even bother to create me? I've always thought maybe I need to be someone, but if God made me no one??.... I've always believed that Jesus died for me and saved me from my sins, but who would do that for me? I know I'll never comprehend His love, but I wish I could know just one thing. Just one. Who am I? I've come down to a conclusion. Science may tell me I'm a Homo Sapian, and evolution can tell me I'm an ape. Faith can tell me I'm a sinner, and faith can tell me about love, and love will tell me about Jesus. And Jesus told me about life. And now I can live it for Him.

Even though the book didn't work out, I am very excited to start this blog. So, obviously, my blog was named for the identity that God has given us. I don't know yet exactly what God's plans for my life are, but I am fully prepared to accept whatever they are. Sometimes I feel like I am living in a no one's world, that people don't understand me, and that I am alone. But when I take a minute to step back and look at my life as a whole, I see that God made me someone. And that someone deserves more than what she's been treating herself to be. So, join me if you will on my journey through A No One's World...:)!
Buckle up!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

I guess it's sort of hard to get started on a blog. I wish I knew exactly what to say. Instead of going on and on about some important topic, I am going to start this blog by not saying anything! Welcome to A No One's World!


Unlike most people, I don't think before I write, so watch out, this could get quite interesting! Thinking is one of the weirdest things I've ever thought about...I mean, think about it! How much time and dedication it takes to think for a couple of minutes. First, you have to cut out all of your surroundings and completely submit yourself to your brain. Next, you have to compose the thoughts, and process them. And finally, you have to get them to do whatever you need them to do, like, yell at your brother, which for most people comes without having to think, or solving a math problem, or eating a cookie after deciding whether this one was your fifth or your sixth. See, thinking takes much time and effort to do. But we usually don't think about this matter of thought. We also seem to have special places where we think the most or the deepest. Mine seems to be the shower. In the shower I am always caught off guard thinking about something distant, then, trying to pull myself back to the present, while also trying to save myself from drowning, I forget what had made me think about that. Maybe it's just the mixture of hot water and soap that triggers my brain cells, but the shower is where I think the most.
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