A still moment in time

Woodlands Sunrise

Today has been different. Waking up just before sunrise, I watched sleepily and half falling back to sleep the fog outside of my two windows. I dearly love fog. Can't tell you why, I just do. But then again there's many things I thoroughly take delight in. A quarter to eight, I shrugged into my orange sweatshirt and leather jacket and plopped on my books. Walking outside in my pjs, I felt a sense of freedom. Living in the country has awaken me further of God's handiwork. Actually photography did that, but I have easier access to my favorite places. He called me this morning. Beckoning me with the fog and the still voice. I photographed worshiping in delight and in reverence. Woodlands Sunrise is one that captured me and held me still. This photograph does no justice or beauty that was actually there. Then again that's how it usually is. The struggle to put in perspective the beauty and falling short, far short of the actual beauty. No photograph will ever amount to the actual event, no matter how beautiful the photograph is. Chances are, it can't even compare.

My sunday

Yesterday, I taught children's church, helped with a photoshoots, and taught in Young Adults.  After a lovely afternoon, I relaxed with my sister while looking at creative ideas. Somewhere in the there I took a delightful two hour nap, something I rarely do unless I am sick.

Both of my lessons ironically enough was about identity. I read out the meaning of the children's names and the scriptures. I wish you could have seen them, their eyes widen in delight. Each one of them eager to know what their names meant. No wonder, it was personal and relatable.

Once again I had so much fun at the photo-shoot. It reminded me of camp, only it was so much easier. I was used to photographing up to 100 to 300 individuals in two to four hours. As you can imagine this was a piece of cake as it was shorter. But no less important nor involved. It made me happy to find a place where something was familiar to me again. Lol. I known when I'm a photographer when I immediately think of lighting, backgrounds, reflectors, and figuring out the best poses for people. My only regret was not having my lovely sb-900 flash, as it would have really made the photos even more professional. I am so critical of my work and want to deliver the best of the best. In every photo I have ever made, I find flaws.

For the first time I shared a little bit of camp in person. It was so much fun and I was so grateful to be asked. I shared many joys and some of the hardest things I ever had to personally hear. I taught on one of the major things I had learn this summer. Identity as a woman, naturally I turned into personal identity. I had studied on Identity almost for a week straight spending at least two hours a day on the subject. On Saturday night  around 11, I had a break through. It's amazing what the original language of the bible can do for you. In my research for identity, I was surprised how many articles, and videos mistook character for identity or used character to explain identity without really explaining it at all. I encourage you to do your own research, its a fascinating find. A word of advice, don't think too hard on what identity means and what character mean, think very simply. The second is look it up in the dictionary and finally look up the word identification. I think you'll find something very special. 

Website Mission Statement

So I've been working on my website.  I am using wordpress as my host... at first I was annoyed. But I am gradually getting the hang of it. Just need to figure out where to put my CSS. Hah.

But I thought wordpress has an excellent suggestion. I highly recomend this for those of you who are wanting to build your own or at least start a website. So here they are:

"On a piece of notebook paper, or whatever is lying around, describe your site. Take five to twenty minutes to come up with a purpose for your site, or better yet, call it your Mission Statement.
Answer the following questions:

1. What am I going to do with this?
2. Who is going to read this?
3. What kinds of information will I be posting?
4. Why am I doing this?
5. Who am I doing this for?
6. How often am I going to be posting and adding information?"

After you've done all that. Put take it from a list form and put it into a sentence or rather paragraph form. I had just completed this suggestion myself 5 minutes ago. The results were surprising. It put facts and mission behind my work. So try it for yourself. It gives you something concrete to hold on to. Best of blessings to you!

Being Home...

hasn't been easy. For weeks I've avoided blogging simply because I hate negativity. It isn't in me to bring others down. But as I've mulled over what I've learned, the ugly, the sad, heartbreaking tears, the joys, the bliss, and excitement...well it makes up our stories.


Being sick is never my idea of enjoyment. Coming home unable to fight my sickness for a solid month made me thankful. It has been a long time since I've been so the sick part. To this day I still tire easily, but I'm finding my laughter again and to those who will listen tell stories not of my life, but of His and others.


Working at camp was NEVER in my plans. Cough. Actually God seems to have turned most of my plans upside down of late. I always thought, well that's a usual job for summers of highschoolers /college. Nothing special, nothing extrodaniary.  Not for me...or so I thought. Turns out it was very much for me. I miss the busyness, the joys, and yes sometimes the sheer panic of trying to get things done. However, I don't miss the confusions and running here and there missing by seconds the persons I was supposed to meet only to have to run (literally) to go catch them. I miss the pouring out, and God overwhelming pouring into me. If I could only tell the stories, if I could only accurately photographs theses emotions I saw on kid's faces and of their lives.  No sane person would ever be the same. I am not. Praise God.


But that chapter has closed. I won't be looking back. The stories of the great joy and heart wrenching sobs will stay. I'll never forget, I can't forget. I'll share what God tells me, it is part of His gift to me.

Being home has me confused. It's like trying to swim in a ocean in a pool. I can't seem to relax and the more I try the more guilty I feel. For which I should slap myself. It has taken me this long to be able to clean the home and start taking over what's my responsibly, but I hate shirking. And I feel like I'm doing that.

But God has given me grace.

Recently my pastor has been teaching many of things of what God personally taught me! I am so excited! I love it! My favorite book that I brought for myself is "Explicit Gospel" I had read half way through it during the three months at camp while working the many nights in the giftshop. I couldn't resisted buying the book although it cost more than I wanted to spend. But it is so worth it. Then I really wanted to give it to my sister and well frankly anyone who wanted to get down the nitty grittyness of the gospel. Lo and behold, my boss sent me the exact book! I jumped and in down and laugh. He wrote a special message to me and it was simple, but it meant a lot to me. I promptly gave my "old book" filled with my own writing and underlines to Kate and kept my new one.  I love it so. It has gone right away with what my Pastor has been teaching. You know what's even more exciting is I'm starting to learn more!


Yes! Yes! Yes! You see I came home, and everyone was learning the messages, the lessons I had already learnt! It was a review and I am so grateful! But I love to learn and darlings, don't hold me back when I'm passionate. I felt like I was being held back in the biggest way. You see I hadn't been able to tell anyone really about camp and it was tearing me apart. I wanted to tell how great my God is, how beloved He is, and how GLORIOUS and HOLY He IS!

Oh! If you could see me now, you'd see a blonde short thin gal dancing and shouting! Can you not behold Him? Can you not see? Can you not hear? Oh! My friends I wish you a far better more personal relationship than even I have! My God is so explicated, He's so good, and He is terrifying. Oh! My beloved friends! He's so worthy!


I don't deserve His love. I don't deserve His compassions or His mercy. I'm broken. A broken image of Himself. But don't you see! He loves me! He choose me! He sent His Son, His beloved Son to pay the price. The very price I Should HAVE paid!


Oh! For the stories I can tell there's nothing great than this! The Gospel of Jesus Christ, the majesty, splendor, and of the glory of God! I want to shout louder than the angels and to cry out louder than the rocks, my God is worthy to be praised! Why, oh! He is Glorious, because HE IS! He is GOD!

So belt out that voice of yours! You were made to worship! In the darkest of times, in the merry of times we are MADE to worship the God of all creation! So lift up your hands and praise His Holy name! Worthy, worthy is HE!

The newest Love

At first glance, he isn't even cut, even less becoming to look at. He isn't ugly, just well different. But the further you spend time with him, the more you grow to think how beautiful he really is. Despite my asking Dad when I was younger for a cat six years straight, I didn't want one now. I had no intention of getting cat until Kate and I moved out and shared a small home fulfilling our sisterly dreams. Yet, He arrived.  I had zero interest in taking him home with me. None. Nada. Zip. I didn't even like him when I first met him. Yet, his skinny self and purring love soon captivated me.  I feed him for two weeks  using my meager allowance to get a cat carrier, food, and a collar. Dad and Mom gave their approval and the time was set for them to pick him up.  In that short time, every morning he greeted me with a meow and curled up on my lap when I had a break from my shift. He'd eat and then watch me perching on a rock as I finished putting out food for the campers. Every evening, I always went in search for him and fed him good night. In return, he'd be there promptly at 6:45 when I'd make my usually appearance the following morning.

When Chris, took him away the following days made me miss him. I could hardly wait to see him again. He so unlike many cats, preferring company to solace. He loves to be cuddly and follows me outside when I work. After four months, the dogs and him are finally getting along. Hopefully they will become friends. I found his name and then promptly dismissed it. Mom suggested it and I decided to try it. The name Zebedee stuck. I named him after the son's of thunder father and frankly thought it fitting. I'm so glad he found me. God certainly knew I need a cat even when I didn't. Now if I can just convince mom to let him go with me when I leave for my new home. So far...it isn't working. My heart isn't the only one that he's captures, seems like everyone in the family taken a shine to him.

Last week-heart full

Can't believe its the last week.  Blessedly, when I arrive home I'll have my hands full. I can't stand being idle. Already, projects awaits me and I am eagerly looking foreword to them. One of my friends will be joining for part of a week and possible two others will be joining later that week. At least that is what I am praying for. We will see.

So excited about this week. I have been working my fingers to the bone working on the staff presentation. Not going to lie the first two days I have been stressed and could hardly find my smile. It seemed to have completely vanished, but it was so strange. Although I have been overwrought and felt as if I was sinking, this week has been one of the best week of my alone time. It has been one of the sweetest times...


This week alone I've probably put in easily  27 hours on the presention...in only three days.  Guess what its only 30 minutes long! But I have learned so much in doing this and I'd do it again. By this time tomorrow hopefully I will finished the thing so I can be with people and enjoy the last remaining hours.

The blind beggers

1.      Then they came to Jericho. And as He was leaving Jericho with His disciples and a large crowd, a blind beggar named Bartimaeus, the son of Timaeus, was sitting by the road.
When he heard that it was Jesus the Nazarene, he began to cry out and say, "Jesus, Son of David have mercy on me!"
        Many where sternly telling him to be quiet, but he kept crying out all the more, "son of David, have mercy on me!"
        And Jesus stopped and said "call him here" So they called the blind man, saying to him, "Take courage, stand up! He is calling for you,"
      Throwing aside his cloak, he jumped up and came to Jesus.
       And answering him, Jesus said, "What do you want Me to do for you?"  and the blind man said to him, "Rabboni, I want to regain my sight!"
       And Jesus said to him, "Go, your faith has made you well," Immediately he regained his sight and began to follow Him on the road.
                                                                                                                           Mark 10:46-52
    2. As they were leaving Jericho, a large crowd followed Him.
       And two blind men sitting by the road, hearing that Jesus was passing by, cried out, "Lord, have mercy on us, Son of David!"
        The crowd sternly told them to be quiet, but they cried out all the more, "Lord, Son of David, have mercy on Us!
       And Jesus stopped and called them, and said, "What do you want Me to do for you?"
   They said to Him, "Lord, we want our eyes to be opened,"
   Moved with compassion, Jesus touched their eyes; and immediately they regained their sight and followed Him.

                          Matthew 20:29-34

3.  As Jesus was approaching Jericho, a blind man was sitting by the road begging.
        Now hearing the crowd going by, he began to inquire what this was.
They told him that Jesus of Nazareth was passing by.
         And he called out saying, "Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!"
         Those who led the way were sternly telling him to be quiet; but he kept crying out all the more. "Son of David have mercy on me!"
          And Jesus stopped and commanded that he be brought to Him; and when he came near, He questioned him,
          "What do you want Me to do for you?" and he said, "Lord, I want to regain my sight!"
   And Jesus said to him, "Receive your sight; your faith has made you well,"
          Immediately he regained his sight and began following Him, glorifying God; and when all the people saw it, they gave praise to God.


                                                                                                           Luke 18:35-43


I'll leave you to discover for yourself the exquisiteness of similarity of these three passages. Praying that you find the jewels as I did and even more.

Live simply

Living simply is surprisingly hard to do...at first. It is a constant battle to live this way. Especially as you grow older. I hear all this TV programs and advertisement  mocking "growing old". What is wrong with that? I have found that older people are rather just "beginning" their lives. They have wisdom and grace and have more adventures than they can sometimes handle. But this isn't what this post is about, although I will write a post of adventure and you can be sure that it will be the age of 40 something and above that I will direct my attention too. Like I said, my own personal watching people has told me that life happens when someone is seasoned with age...it comes with humility and grace. 

I recently spoiled myself and brought a ring. Unfortunately it was too big for my middle finger as I later found out. I hate it when that happens, but then you have to roll with the punches and find something creative to do with the too big or too small object. But this ring means something in fact it was hanging in my car to remind me almost daily. "Live Simply"

That I think is a very important lesson to learn. There are two types of groups children and well the elderly. I direct my attention to the latter in this post. I love...I love elderly people. I love their winkles, I love the twinkle in their eyes, and I love the lessons I can learn from . I love the fact they've learned to watch the world go by and just live simply. My favorite image I have every seen has been a couple in their 80s or 90's holding hands, sitting on the bench, and just watching people go by. I love their kiss to each other and I loved their smiles.  When I grow old and my hair turns white I hope I still remember this couple. Though I only saw them for a brief period of time, they have impacted my life in way they don't know. The picture they painted was clear...Live Simply or translated it into Live Life Well.

Not to us...Not to us

To be honest, I shouldn't be on here. I *should* be doing my slideshows and really focusing on those since time is so short.  But sometimes, the most important thing is to simply reevaluate or readjust my lens as to why I am here. And I've chosen this outlet.

These days ever since Saturday night, a heavy...heavy weariness has completely taken over my body. Step by step literally every day I take with a sob on my lips "God give me Your strength."  For the first time last night before night duty, I could do nothing but lay on my bed too exhausted to close my eyes or even cry.  I felt sick.

Some might say... the honeymoon is over. Yet, from the beginning this has been no honeymoon...not even close. I never expected it to be. Except in one way.

God gave me this word at the beginning of this year. "I am going to romance you and we're going to grow close together." He has kept His Word. Never, once has He told me it would be easy. But He has tenderly taught me and tenderly held me. Even now in my exhuastedness and stripped bare, He is moving within me. I know although I can hardly feel him.

I choose to move. I choose to hold my head up high. I choose over my own feelings, over my own bodily strength, over my own limitations to rise up with a smile and love people and do what I can to serve. It.Is.Hard.  But worth it.

Lately, I've had to shove down the irritations of people thinking all I do is walk around and take photos. It is so frustrating and IF I allow it Satan could have my lunch. The second irritations is persuading people to let me take their photographs, I've gotten to the point of my flesh getting ready to say...fine. Then I won't and you won't be shown in the presentation. I am so sorry you think so little of yourself that you don't think you're worthy to be photograph.  Indeed he has tempted me sorely. While that may be true, it isn't necessary and it isn't kind. Thank God that He has held my tongue up until now. And I have debated whether or not to keep this paragraph.  It is hard to keep it, and I want so very much to delete it. But for some reason I can't seem to.

One of the hardest lessons I have learned here is not to compare my work ethics to others. My work is different than others, but the reasoning behind the work is the same. We're here because God called us to love and to serve no matter what our jobs are. If I do what God tells me to do...no less....AND no more...than I am obedient. What? You say. No more? Yes...no more. God has placed specific jobs with specific amount of time span and specific energy. If I get in the way then I am in a sense competing for glory. It is for His glory...not for my own.

When He spoke to me in which He also had me speak and pray yesterday in the sharing time, He gave me scriptures. Pay close attention to them. I think you'll find a running theme.

Psalm 121

I will life up my eyes to the mountains
From where shall my help come?
My help comes from the Lord,
Who made the heaven and earth.
He will not allow your foot to slip;
He who keeps you will not slumber,
Behold, He who keeps Israel
Will neither slumber nor Sleep

The Lord is your keep;
The Lord is your shade on your right hand.
The sun will not smite you by day
nor the moon by night
The Lord will protect you from all evil
He will keep your soul.
The Lord will guard your going out and your coming in
From this time forth and forever

Psalm 116: 1-7

I love the Lord, because He hears
My voice and my supplications
Because He has inclined His ear to me.
Therefore I shall call upon Him as long as I live
The cords of death encompassed me
and the terrors of Shoal came upon me;
I found distress and sorrow.
Then I called upon the name of the Lord;
"O lord, I beseech You, save my life!"

Gracious is the Lord, and righteous;
Yes, our God is compassionate
The Lord preserves the simple;
I was brought low; and He saved me.
Return to your rest, O my soul
For the Lord has dealt bountifully with you.

Psalms 115

Not to us O Lord, Not to us
but to your name be the glory
because of your lovingkindness, because of your truth.


Let me highlight  that last scripture. Not to us...Not to us. But to His name be the glory. His name be the glory forever more, Amen.

My heart...My soul

How does a girl work on her business when working on a mission field? How does a girl keep her own education up in photography? How does a girl raise money for her next education in her second degree in cosmology when she's literally not working a "real" job? How does a girl keep clean when she is worked to the bone from 6 in the A.M to 12 in the P.M. Most importantly of all...how on earth does a girl LOSE her phone! The only thing next to God personally waking her up that will get her up on time...nearly without fail. Perhaps the most important question should be asked...why is she speaking in the third person...


I have zero idea. Perhaps it is because I am thriving on a mere five hour of sleep or if you prefer 35 hours of sleep this week alone. That's roughly 6 hours of sleep each night.  I'd take a nap, but my body is too over worked for that. I laugh...it is nearly the only thing that is keeping me sane at this moment. It is either that or cry...and I'm in a roomful of boys at the moment. I'd prefer to keep my pride...what's left of it.

Here's a thing.  I came here to serve...to Doe River that is. To serve as God sees fit. Boy...you give Him the reigns and He'll really take you off. Every time I've wanted to say no or wanted to complain...I've remembered. I haven't come here for comforts, and I most certainly didn't come here to be served. I have given him my heart a long, long time ago...meaning my comfort zone went out the window eons ago or so it seems.


One of the things I never expected is the constant questions of my hearing. The constant question of what is it like. Frankly, after the forth week I have gotten a little annoyed. I couldn't seem to wrap my mind around the fact that this IS normal to me, but it isn't to others. For whatever reasons, God knows why I didn't think my challenges were anything to be proud of. I've simply lived. He is my hearing, He is my breathing, He is my spine, He is my mouth. In short He is my everything. I can't seem to wrap my mind around how anyone can not not be in love with Him. It is life to me. But then He gently reminds me...not everyone has lived the life I have. Not everyone understands what it means to rely in and on Him in the precise way that I do. Here, I've looked out every morning. Every morning to see the mountains...to see the people He's created. How can I have learned to love in such a short amount of time this people here? How can I leave...knowing I'll not come back? Perhaps for a visit...but not to work here again. How can I leave the friends I've made...perhaps for life. By God's grace.

He gives and He takes away. The rhythmic beating of that song pounds within my heart.  A mere 5 weeks remains. I don't want to leave. Because I know some of these friends I may never ever see again.  My heart hurts. But I'll survive. He gives and He takes away. After all the four girls my age, did He not provide me...over the 11 years of being at my church. He took them away only to provide some time later after a season of crying my heart out simply out of the aching loneliness of having no girls to relate to. I've learned to let people go...it isn't easy. It'll be a life lesson I'll have to learn over and over. But every time a friend leaves, the truest friend is always, always there.


My God is for me. My God is Here. My God is My God. To Him I'll run, to Him I'll cry, to Him I'll laugh, and to Him I'll dance, to Him I'll give my body, to Him I'll give my soul, and to Him I'll give my heart.

Be still, please just be

Just be still, please just be

See what God has created

Just be still, please just be

Closing my eyes I see

A torn veil

Bloody Nails

A heart once dead now alive

Tilting my head, I hear

Songs sung by creations near

Music rustled on by wind

An orchestra made to worship

Just be still, please just be

He comes when least expected

Never late, rarely early, always on time 1

Full of surprises and of humor

A twinkle in His eyes

As He presents

His gift

A gift I can't compare or give back

Tear stained cheeks trembling hands

A life given, a life reborn

The gift received in belief

Be still, please just be

Discover Him who loves

Live a graced filled life

Oh, be still, please just be.

Christina Damron

06-24-12

1.quote by Terry Maughon

A month and half complete

So I have nearly been here for officially a month. What I have learned I cannot even tell everything, because I simply won't ever know how everything has effected me. But this I know. Camp has made a rebel of me. I have found excitement of "living on my own".  Moreover, just being with people my own age has opened a whole new world to me.
      Someone once told me " Expand your horizon". And so I have followed that advice. I have also just let myself be...
      With me being so tired all the time, that means I am slap happy a LOT. Which means I am usually a lot more fun and crack people up with laughter. Which is cool. But it only happens with about four to five people.
      I work a lot in the evenings in the gift shop which is awesome. I love it so much. The lady who runs it is such a blessing. Working in the outfitter shop gives me relief from my other work.
     Photography is going well. I've had so many difficulties and to be frank there's been once or twice I've wanted to throw the laptops against the wall and break down crying. But I didn't and I haven't broken down crying. I gave it to God and He's been so good to me. I am so blessed. I can not wait to tell my family back home of how insufficient of supplies I had and God provided what I need. This week I have two slideshows back to back literally. One slideshow on Friday and then the next day another. But...I'm not sweating. Not yet. God's given me the songs...just got to purchase them and transfer. One of them is half way finished. I'm so excited, but also feel both confident and inadequate at the same time. An odd combination, but it makes perfect sense to me.

I must fly. There's so much to do. I kid you not, it's taken me two weeks to write this much. But on a good note, I think I've gotten my videos up to par now. Yeah. SO...they'll be coming along soon! They're much faster to put up and make. :)

Technological difficulties

For whatever reason my phone has decided not to download videos. So once I get that cleared up about four vidoes will be posted. ;) Look for me friday!

Staying the course

I've promised myself that I'd starting writing more, a promise I've kept. Also a promised that I'd stop writing so much of me. That promised has failed. I can't help but share my joys, my tears, and my learning. It scares me and well encourages me. Frankly though I'd rather share my joys than my tears.

Within two months, I will be a Pellissippi Graduate. I can not say that I'll miss it. But is has been wonderful. But I am so ready to move on. It is very often these days that I want to pack up my bags, load up the car, grab a handful of cash, and explore without any adenda. Perhaps stop in a small old fashion town, and live for a while. Photography every where I go, whatever interests me. When I get tired, leave. Sounds like a fairy tale...sounds like a dream. But it'll be a lonely road at some point.

But I am staying the course...almost. There's a small detour that I *might* take. Other than that, the plans are the same. Within two years...not three I'll be owning my own business. Having two majors, two trades, and two passion all avaible to be used for the glory of God.

Two weeks and four days

      The kids are coming tomorrow. I am SO nervous. My 17 days of intense training is over...and it WAS intensive. Almost every day I woke at 7:00 and go to bed at 11:30 or midnights. Sometimes I had to awake at 6:00. Every day was filled with training on how to properly tie ropes, understanding the gospel, safely.
     This week alone I had to pass five tests and they were HARD. But I was grateful for them. The first was CPR and First aid. So I am a certified to give anyone first aid here at this breathtaking camp. I mean they went all out in training us. Fake blood 'n everything thing. I felt like a little nurse. lol. The second was the swimming test. Now, picture this wee blonde lass who can't hear squat without her aids acing her swimming test and astonishing her testers. Thanks mom for insistencing I learn to swim at an early age.  The third test I had to pass tying knots correctly. Then the rest was doing taking the S.W.A.T test  and the general test.
        One thing that they were insistent about was understanding and telling the gospel correctly. We spent four hard core crucial days training on understanding the gospel. It was great. There was heavy discussion, people quoting scriptures and then would get quoted back. They back it up with background references. I have never ever been in a friendly scripture debate, where the instructor encourage discussion even if we disagreed with him. I was one of  them (cough). To be honest I did wrestle with some of the things that was said, but my eyes were opened to things that I had been taught that were wrong. I carefully prayed and ex aimed the scriptures for myself of what was said. Someone in the group said they loved my questions and tiny little arguments.  Because I wasn't disrespectful at all, and I was trying to understand, but I wasn't going to just accepted it either without scripture backing it up.  I was on the instructor side, but I couldn't understand for a while what he was getting at. Then it became clear. Here's what they believe:
       The only way you can get to heaven in the BELIEVE that Jesus Christ is the Son of God who died and rose again so that you may have eternal life.
        Grace is heavily and I do mean heavily taught here. I feel like I am back where my Pastor had been teaching for the past two years on this subject. It is so amazing! The focus or the theme this summer? Magnify. Worship essentially.
        Other than telling the Gospel correctly, their second goal is to make sure everyone is as safe as possible. In fact my understanding was if I had not passed the test, I would have been sent home if I didn't pass it the second time. I could have been wrong on that though. They want to make sure their staff and the kids are safe. Which would explain why they are crazy about us drinking water and staying rested as much as possible.
        There is so much more to tell. In fact I have two or three sermons up my sleeves just of everything I had learned with my own personal relationship with God. My poor family will most likely get a "preaching". Lol. They'll love the stories....well most of them.
       By the way...for the very first week I'm going to be a S.W.A.T which is where I tied the ropes, prepare all the activities for my group, and care for the general safely. After that they're working hard to get me back on the Photography route since that is what they "hired" me to do. I'm excited.
       I don't mind filling in other roles for a short time. After all am I not on a mission field? I went to be a photography missionary and I am one. But if there are holes to be filled, sometimes I must step in when I can.
   Here's a scripture that has kept me going even before I left to come here. Joshua 1:9. Ironically, it is the same scripture that my dearest sister wrote on my good-bye note.

The seventh day

Here's an update. Second try of videoing myself. Sorry about the lighting, I am trying to catch the hanging of videography. Also I apologized about the side view. I have tried my hardest to turn it side ways.

Great News

Hey Friends,
      This is a little late in coming, but I wanted to share with you some awesome news. I have been at a camp for close to a week. A little over a month ago I visisted a camp for a discovey weekend. They fed me, housed me for free while sharing the vision and mission of the camp of sharing the gospel in a adventerous way.
      So fast foreward two weeks. I had the hardest time in deciding whether or not I was going to go. My dad asked me point blank one night and it was right then that I decided to go. One of the main guys and I talked. The talk that was supposed to be thirty minutes ended up being an hour and thirty minutes. We talked the gospel and of my business.
      I had already talked of the forty foot pole (check my later posts), which in of itself is such a testomony or for debriefing as they call it of describing an experience.
       My position is being a photographer for the camp. They will provide the meals and housing, but I must raise my own support. This is for the entire summer and so I have chosen a photography mission field over a paying summer job. It is truly a faith building summer in so many ways.
       I so wish I could tell you more in depth of my mission. But I only had about 10 minutes to type this and I wanted so much to tell you. Hopefully I can keep up with blogging and telling you news of my summer.

My room

Hello this video was taken in like the third day of camp. Wanted to share with you some of my living quarters. Soooo...here goes my very first video post. I'll probably be posting most likely in video considering I do not have much time to type. Enjoy.

Brother sister time

Okay so I didn't do my hair nor put on make-up. But Chris did treat me to an awesome pizza place. Apparently he finds great delight of my backward word instead of pizza buffet he has now dubbed it in my own words buffet pizza.  So we went to an awesome place that serves buffet pizza. If you love these type of places go to the Pizza Inn on Clinton Hwy. While their pizza isn't my favorite their genuine happiness and excellent service more than makes up. While there try their cheese and macaroni pizza and the s'more dessert pizza. They're both excellent pizza. I am so glad we got to go. I know that is a place I really want to go back to. The atmosphere is incredible and almost all the employees were all smiles because they seemed to throughly enjoy working there. I for one will. E returning.

Brother+Pizza+Movie=Awesome Night

          So excited! Tonight, Chris-my brother- is taking me out for dinner and a movie. And you know something? I'm going to dress up. Shower, put on a slight amount of make-up, do up my hair and wear really cute clothes. Well...except for the make-up part I pretty much do all of those things. Yes, for my brother I do "dress up" put on a little jazz...actually when any one takes me out, I take a little extra care of assembling myself.
         We're going to Ci Ci's pizza or Pizza Inn...my personal vote is the Pizza Inn if its good and then seeing Pirate for the movie. I could use a good light heart movie and on the plus side I really enjoy claymations. God knows I could use the bend over laughing, can't breathe laughter again. I have heard it said laughter makes for better sleep. Which sounds amazing.
        Chris isn't aware of it, but I'm going to (hopefully) sneak in a couple of Reeses cups and sour gummy worms. I love sweets at a movie theater.  It isn't going to be much just a couple of pieces for the both of us. We hardly need the extra sweetness.
       At any rate I am exited!

Getting way

Shouldn't even be on here, but I needed some sanity. Of course I'll get some come Sunday...maybe. Like a good friend of mine, I have a list as long as my arm. And like her I have pressing deadlines, and while she and I are in different seasons her's from the perspective of a mom and mine for my own life, I suspect we most likely feel "fear" or perahps uncomfortableness might be the better word for it. Still its nice have someone sharing a somewhat similar situation as I am going through at the same. Only her wisdom is definatly much more aged than mine.
I feel as if I'm going insane and sinking with no way up. Only I know there's a way up and I've just got to hang on. For.three.very.long.weeks. Sigh. I can do this. One day at a time and lots of coffee and chocolate along with the station from Pandora of Love never fails. Seems like the more I'm in the word and studying, the more focused I've become and the more I don't know how to explain it I guess be able to keep swinging my bat even when I keep striking out.
Someone recently encouraged me and at the same time reproof me. Sadly, I can't remember who it was but I've got this funny suspision it might have been my pastor. Anyways, I was encouraged to start studying the scriptures...I mean really study it. By that I mean, read it and if God speaks to stay there, possible write down, and/or just savor it. I don't pick scriptures apart very much and that's bad. But my one fear I have discovered is when I pick apart the scriptures, will I lost sight of the big picture? In other words, major in the minors and minor in the major. I can't live with that fear. It's keeping me from delicious, sweet secretes which could have been mine long ago. Plus my God is big and faithful, should I steer away from the big picture than He'll guide me back. Teaching me what is the correct way of looking at the scriptures.
Another things is I've become more what's the word I want to use? Cautious? I don't think it's what I am trying to describe, but it'll have to do for now. I don't just take any one's word  all the time anymore, when it comes to the scriptures. More and more I'm finding I'm searching out the context myself and figure out what is being said is really true. Now, please don't mistake what I said above that I don't trust anyone. Far from it! Rather, I am learning to start searching things out for myself. I think it is wise for me to do that. To hear what my Father says on the subjects. Almost always not only do I find that I actually agree with the person, but I find "hidden" gems. Amazing.
Well, I best be going. I've got to get back to crossing off that list as long as my arm...although to tell the truth I think it's getting to be as tall as me. ;)

There's some things I'll never get my head wrapped around. I just won't ever understand. Questions which I've asked won't be answered until years later. But this I know, my God is faithful and He is just.
I can't comprehend His love, the strongest love I've ever known has been my mom. The strongest bond has been my sister's. Yet, His love and His bond to me is so much greater.
I've seen parents "fall in love" with their children. I've seen them angry. When carefully watching, I've seen their unshed tears of joy or extreme sadness. Their love for a child who is their own, a part of their self changes who they are and their lifestyle the moment the child is conceived. How much greater is My Beloved love for me?
He sent His son...HIS SON! Take a moment...imagine if you have children of whom you deeply love and offering them up for someone else sake. To turn your face away from them as they lay gasping for breath, brutally beaten, and you could do something about it.  A word, a slight movement and their suffering would have never been. Think about it.







I.can.not.even.fathom. What's more to tell the truth I wouldn't do it.  I would not give up my child for lives to be save out of my own free will. Honestly. Being completely brutally honest.

But He did. 

And that is why I am His. That is why I have a second chance, because He gave up His son's life for me. 

He loves me. 

That is enough. More than enough. 

Photographs from my web class

I've been play around with web for some time now, really getting good used out of html and css. This week we had to do three Photographs on the site picmonkey which to my surprise I enjoy for a very quick and easy touch-ups. Perfects for family photographs, but I wouldn't exactly use the site for professional work. You have to import jpgs and I prefer to do work on RAW and save them as tiffs or jpgs.

Discovering life...rediscovering me

This past weekend I went away. Very people knew where I was going. I couldn't tell. I didn't want to tell.  Goodness me, I didn't even know why I was even going in the first place. But I had to. Something inside of me was screaming. I desperately needed a get away from all people myself. But how can you escape yourself? Instead of running away, I rediscovered some things inside of me. That my friends is freedom.

Do what I did, perhaps not in the literal sense as I did, climb the forty foot pole. It'll change your life forever. I promise you that. It did mine. 

 Climbing isn't the scary part, it is learning how to stand. Once you're up, the view is indescribable and the feeling even more so. Enjoy it, savor it.  

Then jump.

Reading

I am really trying to start reading blogs. To explore the blogging world more, so I can become a better blogger myself. That and I am also doing studying grammar. I was flabbergasted to discover how awful my grammar has gotten. Hence is why I have been more quiet, those two reasons combine...and college as usual has kept me hopping.
Can you believe this? In a mere 4 weeks I'll be finished with my classes?! The only thing left will be the exams and to walk across that beautiful gorgeous stage.  Praying that I don't trip as a thousand eyes watch me walk or should I say strut in the Thompson Bowling Arena. I didn't want a big party for my high school graduation...but I do now. To fling up arms and to shout "I'm finished! I'm done!" dancing a two step dance and kicking up my heels, all the while not caring a whit of the stares I'll receive. But...cough, it'll all be in my imagination, because cough, I'm too dignified for that. Rrrrriiiiigggghhhhttttt. Honestly I do not know how I will react, for all I know is I could burst out in tears! But I rather laugh...laughter is music to my soul.
But that is what has been going on. If you do not hear from me for a while...it is because life has kept me for the most part in blissfully busy.

Sister's night

When my parents are on vacation, us girls went to play. Seriously, it took us three months to have some sister time and we live in the same house!

Here are some photographs of the amazing evening!

First I was so excited, as silly as it was I had to "blindfold" Kate into our makeshift movie theatre.

Since we aren't allowed to eat in the family room. We're eating in my room. I forgot to my sadness to take a photo of my bed being raised up. With my back problem mom and dad purchased one of those fancy dancy beds. The kind that the top of bed raised up and so does the bottom. Oh! It also has the option to vibrates...to my dismay. Feels too much like my alarm. 

But this is our DINNER! Can you say yum!

I had been so good for about a month, not eating much sweets or soda. This was a special day. we NEVER do this anymore. So I went gladly into this. All said and done, I only had three piece of pizza, handful of chips, two Oreos ( or was it three?) and not one doughnut! Well, I did finish off my rootbeer. 

We watched A holiday! A must see movie! It has Carry Grant and Kathryn Hemphern. I would own this movie if I could...and I don't say that unless I really really would watch again and again. This movie I would say 12 and up...just because of the maturity of the movie for a lack of better word. It is a very  clean movie and to me inspiring, but younger ones may not understand. 

Then again, I am a sucker for classic movies and almost any movie with Carry Grant. 

The make up of the Studio part 2

Sorry I won't have any hats to show this. But I wanted to keep good on on my promise.

Here's how you do a quick 5 to 7 minutes "studio" set up. What you'll need.

A tip, always ALWAYS do a black to white background if you are doing a professional look to a project. Sometimes you can get by with a colors background, but most of the time it is not clean and it does not bode well with the product. So if you do go with a colored, then really pay attention to what  you are trying to say with the colored.

By the way...just a tip Never EVER do a green background for a portrait. Unless you want them to look sick...yellow ( a bright color yellow) isn't so great either. When it comes to photography, do a complementary color.  Say you're doing a teal mug with a cream lettering...a brown background depending on the hue would work very nicely. Anyways back to the things you'll need.

A white background (A twin sheet would be best, although I used a double up queen size sheet.)
A flash ( I don't mean those pop up flash on the camera. If you don't have a flash like a sb-900-an off flash camera, use available light.) Available light is light that is already there.
A clipboard
A table
A chair

You set up up like so:

Although, a pillowcase worked well for hats, a sheet is so much better for scarfs.  But there you go. Quick, easy, and has effective results for a mini studio. 

Touch up quickly in camera raw, save it as a jpg, slap your watermark on it, and send it on its way. 

The best part of all this, is you can do this in a messy house aka the background or a small place at any time at any place. I did this at night and I loved the effect. 

What I did in class today

Who woulda thunk we'd mess around with photos today?

Word for me

This morning during worship, I got this word. I wanted to name this year specifically for me. Not for anyone else, just me. It was important. Well...I got two. But one is subtitles per say....
Pastor Tim declared this year of increase for Harvest Church. Which is ironic because I have heard for me and and from others that is what they too have heard for our church. I am excited for this year of increase. Please read Ephesians 1:17-22. I'll add a second blog latter on explaining why. It got me excited and I am still chewing on those verses. Probably will be for a while. But back to my Word...or Words.
The first one, I was thinking Training...it will be another year of training. I was thinking...Oh God, please give me a break. This past year has been so rough on me in so many ways. Then He spoke to me..."Think of how much you have learned," as I think back I really would have not changed a thing other then the fact of my favorite lens spontaneously falling and smashing into pieces. Of course I would have preferred that the house that I was house sitting didn't flood on me. But other than that...it was well hard.
You know what I love and hate at the same time? God testing me. It's wonderful and dreadful at the same time. But with His grace, I believed I passed. After all I am still His through and through.  But this test has caused me to explode...cough...several times. Never, have I been in a season where I have been so angry. Yup....testings brings out the worst in me. My mom can attest to this.
Most of the times, I strive with the times. Whatever hits me I can roll with it with the best of 'em. No sweat...seriously. Not this year. I had been bombard with so many things at once, I lost it. But I only cried once...twice at the most which is unusual for me.  Instead I got angry...not a good thing. The only good thing was I didn't hold it in...unless I was with other people. Then I hid it often. No...I didn't punch walls, hit anyone, or damage property. Firstly, that is not godly, nor ladylike, and well just plain not me. But my steering wheel did get slapped several times in frustration and so the kitchen counter when no one but God was watching.
One story I'll share, because I'm sure you'll giggle at this. Nod your head and say "Honey, I can so relate."
It was hard night. School was ending in a week and it was super crunch time. Thanksgiving had just been over. My computer had not been allowing me to get on internet. I got kicked off easily five times. Getting kicked off and having to do research is enough to make any already extremely stressed college student that had a business plan due in two days more freak out. My phone died, and I had no way to get ahold of my family. That.did.not.make.me.happy. But I heaved a sighed and kept at what I could.
And
Then
The house flooded. It took me more than a half of a day to clean it up. After I cleaned it up. I was fine. Then I sat down at the computer. It did not work. I flipped out.
"You're God, and you can make this work. So make this work!" I shouted no...screamed in a high shrilled voice at the ceiling. Desperate and overwhelmed with stress I struggled to keep words inside my mouth and not cry to instead think rationally. You know what He did? He laughed at me. Two hours later, the internet worked and had no problem since. "I fixed it alright for you, but I'm going to do it in my own sweet time."He whispered. He helped me with my work and I finished my assignment due in two days. Needless to say I learned a lesson. When I am weak, He is strong.
By the way, I ended up with good grades that semester which I can only give credit to Him.
So you can understand my questions, more training?! You've got to be kidding me. I don't know if I can stand another one like last semester.
Thankfully thus far it hasn't been ANYTHING like last semester. Yes, I have been crazy busy. Which explain why this post has taken me nearly two weeks to type up. But I have enjoyed this semester and I should it's my last.
The second word is Romance or romancing. What does that mean? I don't know to be completely honest. But I think it'll be along the lines of this: I believe I'll enter into a sweet time with God this year. Where He and I just grow really close. Will there be a guy in the picture? Hard to say, but I'm not looking. No, God has claimed my attention and what's left is devoted to my crazy busy life in general.  This week alone, I'll be arriving home around 9ish every night maybe even later. Unless I'm out for once in a blue moon fun, I'm rarely out past 9:00 save for Thursday nights when I go dancing. By dancing I mean ballroom dancing such as foxtrot, tango, waltz, cha cha, and others. Great deal of fun. But already, I feel that my relationship has grown sweeter dare I say it more mature? It isn't an intense longing to be with God, rather well its starting to be more a natural longing. It is hard to explain. It's like there's no pressure, there's no scolding, no pressing and yet I find myself more drawn to Him. I've pondered the most simplest things and have received some of the most amazing teachings. There are a time when I simply haven't had time to study, but my talks with Him I think have grown longer. I've done really nothing new other than the fact of I have been writing in a journal nearly every night and attending Young Adults Fellowship as faithfully as I can. That fellowship...don't join unless you're willing for some downright heavy discussion. There's power there and the best part is: it is just us young folks. A young leader already graduated from college leading us late teens, early twenties. This is one of the best group that has ever happened. We're serious about our learning, we encourage each other, and pray for each other. Perhaps unlike any group I've ever attended we'll actually get to finish our study. Do you know I have never once in my life actually completed a bible study? Sad really, and I really want to. Because I feel like I get chipped out of something amazing. Perhaps this time it'll be different. So what will this romancing and learning curve year look like, don't know. But you'll probably hear how it goes by the time the last day of December rolls around...maybe even before.

Overhaul'ng

Good gracious me! I said that I would take it easy. Guess over all I have. Considering the changes I'll be starting tomorrow. I'm determined to have a healthier style of life. Mind you if every now and then I slack, then fine. I'll eat my piece of cake and love.every.last.bite. Although frankly, I must owe I'm much more an ice-cream girl myself. But that is besides the point. So....since I have decided to exercise more, eat a more balance meal, and spend my time in creativity involving anywhere from training Keegan to decorating my room in my own photographs, I thought it was high time to organize my closet. Cough...half of a mistake.
I don't think I'll be passing my room inspection on friday mom. Think I'll cash in a pass. But maybe I'll be surprised. Despite my being a photographer, I'll not be photographing the changes. However, if I am well pleased with my organization skills I may photograph the finished results.
I'm moving most of my office supplies outa of my closet into my own lil corner in the office. Sorting through my clothes. Except this time I'm not going to give so much clothes away that I actually I have to go  buy clothes. I want to decorate my closet! I want to beautify it. My room will be beautified why not my walk in closet? Sigh...this is a huge process for me. I'm going through my old things, my old writing will go into folders to be taken out and read on rainy days. Photographs sorted and packed away. Fresh things that reflect me during this season will be brought out.
Then I move to my room. Which won't be hard. There really isn't much there which makes it fabulous for cleaning. Of course I'll rearranged my room. It's time for that deep cleansing. If I could I would clean the carpets...hmmm maybe I will.
But the cleaning doesn't stop there. Nope the office will be the third that I'll have to deal with. Which will be grand!

Web designing

Web designing. Who would ever thought me a photographer, writer, reader, and hair stylist would be soon designing a website? It is a great deal of fun and I am so looking forward to really completing it. Who knows I might stuck around next semester to have more classes in web and to finally get some sign language in me.  I have been surprised the number of amounts of people who have asked me to teach them. Which brings me to another side step. I think this is starting to turn into a dance. Bear with me today, I have much on my mind. I encourage people to learn. It is my personal belief that people should love to learn and love to help other people with their wealth of knowledge . But here is something I have pondered for a while. When is it that we give too much. Face the music. There are times despite having really good friends that our work gets stolen. By work I mean our ability to have an income to be able to provide for our family and bless others. I know. I have seen not drastic measures, but I have seen some "stealing" off of other peoples work. So I ask myself where is that fine line of encouraging and helping others learn and where is the line of being a good steward over the gifts that God has given. At some point or another my business will be passed down hopefully to one of (gulp here it goes, my children) along with it secretes and wisdom that I had learned over the years. You are probably asking what on earth does this have do with web design? I thought this was supposed to be a light hearted topic. My answer? Everything and well nothing. Anyone who puts their mind into it can make a web site or a page, but the secretes of the design. Well that takes heart and it takes joy combined with tears to make a the long tedious struggle of journey turn into life that you couldn't imagine not having. A good design captures not just the eyes but the soul. It invites you into a new world informing you or giving deeper understanding of what has already been. I don't teach someone looking for a way out quickly, I help someone who is willing to stay and battle it out. One with a humble heat because frankly you can't teach to a cold stone or a proud heart. This post has dance too many dances I think for right now. But in a strange way it makes sense. Don't think for a minute I am not willing to teach someone my skills, I have already promised her that I would. Or don't think I am not willing to help someone out with photography or something I know what to do. Because I do. The question above has just been musing around in my mind. I have refused to teach someone my crochet design. Because I did come up with it but I will not refuse to help someone come up with their own crochet scarf without fear of me taking it for my own save for turning it into my own inspiration. Am I right in this? Time will tell and if I am not God will gently reproof me.
 Back once again to web design. I will try not to take you for anymore turns. I having been learning how to put colors for the background, do different font family, choose different colors. Apparently today we will be going over some more graphic design. By the way if you are interested in understanding colors get a boom called "color". It has mighty fine prints so you want a magnify glass but its worth the read if you are patient. It describes how to use color with graphic design and printing, and I am pretty sure colors for the web. I am starting to be able do links and list photographs. Big deal right? Actually it is. I kept trying to type in the code, but apparently I can't. Guess because it's a code...silly me. I should have thought of that.  I really enjoy it. But here is a photograph of a code:

  This is, but many of the codes that I have to memorized. If you are interested. Look for my website coming in May. We have to do a full blown website for our class...from scratch as is in html and css. So excited!

Crochet things and homemade studio part 1

Remember my Christmas post about handmade gifts? Well I've photograph three out of  nine of them. The rest will be coming soon save for one. That one I'll leave for my mom to blog about.

This is Red's Scarf, perfect for any man.

This is Stephanie's hat only one day (without the flower) to complete!

This is one of my favorites. The flower is removable, but I doubt that it's coming off anytime soon.

Please note, these are all my original design. True, I did do some research. But I made them into my own to fit each friend. I've included my watermark on all three. All three of these gifts have a tag that I brought from hobby lobby. It comes in three different styles and somehow fit my gifts.

Here's an example of one of the tags

I hot glued the tags on. Tried sewing and I sew it too tight and my tag started shredding. So I grabbed a hat that I had crocheted a year ago and practiced on that. Within three minutes I had all of these tags on. 

To photograph these gifts, I had handmade "studio" within five minutes. I'll do a short session on that. It's easy and fun. The best part it is a no hassle studio that can be taken down within 5 minutes or less.

Hope you enjoyed this post. I thought it was time for you to have a peek into my creativity life! Please share with me some of your hobbies I would love to know!

A little bit of an update

Well the beginning of this semester has been quite rough to tell the truth. It hasn't been awful just rough. There has been many wonderful things that has happened as well. Despite my first week of college starting back up, I firmly believe that this semester is going to be great!
I am so excited about my internship and its possibilities. My family and I along with a friend who's invited himself are going dancing once a week.  I am also going to be attending a sign language club. My Sundays are filled with young singles group.  Somehow I am still finding snippets of time for friends. I have already made three new ones this semester and it has been wonderful. Hopefully that can continue.
Almost everything for the moment is going well.  I rejoice in that. My days are beginning to be full with work, intern, school, deep cleaning...and ect. Don't worry I am still finding time to live on the edge well the edge for me anyhow. Most people wouldn't take a second look. But this is my life. On top of everything I am trying to de ice what part of tn I wish to explore. I think I am narrowing it down. I was thinking of going to the national graveyard or explore some nearby parks. We will see. But I have to hurry my deadline is getting close. But there is no way I am making my book deadline considering I have not really started it.
I am slowly branching out. Who knows what will happen this year? But I am expecting wonderful breathtaking moments.

Activating Children

Today, I am honored and well actually humbled by "my" harvest Children.  This morning along with my dear friend and brother Philip we activated 8 children. It.was.epic.

Philip and I prayed that those kids will never be the same after we activated them. We prayed that they would leave knowing who they are in Christ. We prayed for the Holy Spirit to come. Powerful prayers that came in such a sweet divine appointment exactly how God wanted it.
I had not yet finished praying when I saw Sadie's sweet face peeking through the crack and her smile instantly lit up my soul.

Today was so very different then "normal". Which I actually do not teach "normally". Those kids...well I have them searching the scriptures for themselves, they solves puzzles, they write the words, they do skits, they do anything and everything that I can possible do that covers hands on, visionary, and auditory. I throw curveballs *every single time* and they love it. Today was no exceptions.

"Today, we're going to do something totally different. Today we are going to pray for each other in this room and we're going to activate each other for the kingdom of God." I loudly announced welcoming the children.
"oooohhhhhh!" The children chorus. I kid you not. "COOL!" A boy yelled.
"What does activate mean?" I asked. Hands raised up quickly.
Judah smiled raising her hand and "oh...I know...but I forgot!" She chirped.
"It means to lay hands on people and asked God impart Himself into them and for them to be able to do what they're made to do," Sadie said with authority .
"It's means the light goes off," Judah announced finding her answer.

You ready for this? These children are from the ages of 5-9. They have this DOWN!
The prayers was an extremely sweet and powerful time. Talk about faith. Talk about being humble. And talk about having your mail read by and in front of these children. Its humbling and exhilarating.

We had snacks and the children did a skit. To which I must frankly owned, I had hard time understanding. But I loved their acting, I love how they cooperated Jesus into it. Most of all I loved their passion.

I brought along my guitar. Huddle together, we sung out not caring what we thought. Together, in unity we worshiped. But my favorite was without the guitar and Sadie leading us in "Oh How He loves us So".  As I think back, I want so very much to cry. What a romantic time. Romantic in the sense of we as the church, bride of Christ, was able to adorn our Father with our worship from the heart. What a treasure, one that I will cherish.

For the last time.

I sit here in the hallowed halls of bagwell in Pellissip. Currently not one of my fellow friends taking the class has showed up. But I have arrived 15 minutes early.
I wonder how this semester will turn out. Busy I know that, but I wonder will I leave satisfied?  With my educations, friends I have made, and places where I hang out will I find anything lacking? My greatest fear this semester is missing out. I must confess I am not so much educational minded as I am enjoying this semester and hanging out with friends for free...or close there of.
I have 5 classes and am toying with the idea of a sixth. Except for one all of my classes will be super easy. We will see. I am famous for adding things on my plate and overloading myself, but I am also famous for not letting out my fun side. This semester I am determined to let me be free...so be watching for it. I am tired of living only a part of me. So help me God I will have fun and fabulous time and let people see me for me and not who they want to see or who I think they want me to be.