My mom has always said that there isn't a song that this girl does not know the words to. Yeah, I'll go with that. I sing all the time and I'm pretty good about knowing various artists. No, not always...but I do pretty well pretty well. Can you tell, whether a song is "Steely Dan" or Donald Fagen? I love the Beatles, but usually can't tell them apart in their earlier pics because they all have the same haircut. This is pretty common with me. I don't recognize faces all that well. It all depends on whether the picture is black and white, or color, whether it's a photo or a drawing...things like that.
I'm better at recognizing hair lines or styles, certain clothes or certain character's that someone played. This is especially true with black and white photos. Seems like colors help me recognize people better. If I know someone has olive skin or blue eyes, I look for that (for example.). I was just thinking that I would love to have some chocolate ice cream right about now. It's about 105 out, and I'm here on my sofa with the AC on staying out of the heat. I love pretty much anything chocolate...cake, brownies, pudding, Rocky Road ice cream...absolutely! And just like a kid after school, I love Oreo's and milk. When I went to England for a semester, I discovered gilato. Like it much better than ice cream... and the gilato here does not compare! I first had the gilato at a Rotunda Cinema in Kingston on the Thames. I went to see "The Passion of the Christ," and the guy behind the counter gave me an odd look. I think this was because I asked for chocolate and Rasperry together. Yummy!, oh that was good! :)
I once went on a canoe trip down the river in Arkansas. The canoe tipped over upside down, and my aunt and I found ourselves drifting in fast rushing, COLD water! It was then that I figured out that sometimes it does not matter how well you swim, if a river wants to carry you away...it will!! The irony is, that I don't swim anyway. We both had life jackets on, which kept us above the surface. But my aunt somehow had to grab onto the tree stuck in the middle of the river and me at the same time. Somehow, she did, and I don't even remember how we got out of the water, but we were drenched...and the river got everything...our towels, our sun glasses. Did I mention, it had really stormed that day? If I recall correctly, we'd almost called that trip off... but decided to go through with it because it had been planned for so long. I'd never told anyone, but I'd been really nervous about that trip. It was like I knew something was going to go wrong or something. I remember praying the night before, and saying "What happens if the canoe tips over?". Gee, how did I know? So, God answered me when he said "Why don't you trust me whether the canoe tips over or not?". So, the following day, when I was in the river swallowing the water and screaming, I was thinking "Okay God, remember what you said??". Anyway...he did...and here I am!
I became a born again Christian at 15. Well, it was actually earlier than that...but when it actually first happened, I was just eight years old, and literally did not know enough about being saved to understand what I had done. I grew up always knowing about God, and knowing that I would be with him in Heaven, after I died...but I did not always know that you have to be saved first. Anyway, as a little girl, I was told about the story of the woman who'd had a condition which caused her to bleed. She got through the crowd and tugged on Jesus's clothes, saying that she believed that she'd be healed, even with a touch of his garment. As the story goes, she was healed.
Jesus said "your faith has made you well.". So at the age of eight, I lay in bed that night, with my arms around the Teddy bear I've had since I was four months old (I still have him today) and I was curious just to see what would happen. So I whispered that I believed that if I COULD touch Jesus's garment, I'd be healed too. I wasn't sick. I just believed it. I felt... What was that? I was not sure, but it was amazing and wonderful! Everything was clean from the inside. I felt, sorta like goosebumps and warm tingles all over me. I know now, that at that moment...I joined the family called the "body" of Christ. I was at that moment "saved"...and the Holy Spirit did enter in. But at the time, I had no idea what any of that actually meant. I did not know I needed to BE saved, so I had not asked to be. But I had sincerely said that I believed...that the same power that healed that woman with the sickness could also (if need be) heal me. It was not until seven years later, when I was 15 and a sophomore in high school that I consciously understood what being saved meant.
As a kid, my mother did not baptize me and never required of me that I attend church. She'd wanted me to be able to make those decisions for myself later on. As a teen, I was in fact, convicted in my own way that I needed to be saved, as well as baptized. I remember, my step-dad had brought home these videos of these short, fictional films depicting what things may be like when Christ returns for all believers left on the earth, (the one's who have not already died, of course). Long story short, I saw the things in those films (made back in the 60's) and I kept thinking "What if...". What if it's true? What if we will all need to take a mark on outright hand or forehead, or we won't be able to buy or sell anything without it? What if not taking this mark would mean death? What if Christ is going to remove his spirit from the world at this time, because all the believers have been taken? In other words... evil like we've never known before. What if all that's true? I don't wanna be here for that! I then began to consider that if I were saved...I would not be "left behind"...I would go to be with Jesus.
But the kicker was this: even if the "Rapture" did not happen in my lifetime...when I died, where would I go? Wow. If I'm not saved, I would go to Hell. Period. According to the Bible, so will every unbeliever. Yikes!! This is not something I want to GUESS about, or just figure that it won't happen to me! So after all three movies were over, I'd made up my mind! What did I have to lose? Only things which are not right for me anyway. What did I have to gain? EVERYTHING!! Abundant life here on earth AND eternal life in Heaven with Jesus, and no more pain, (and) one day, a new, perfect...resurrected body! Add onto this, the truth, that I could not start counting all the good things I thought that I had done... and think that they would earn me favor with God. They WOULDN'T?? Nope. I could not think that because I had never murdered anyone, God would find favor with me.
All of this was explained to me that day...and I realized, I had a choice to make. I was "sold" as it were. I prayed to receive Christ into my heart right then... and again, I felt it...warm tingles everywhere, and a physical feeling that I was clean inside. It was AMAZING!! :). Wow!
So now, I'm eating chips with salsa & guacamole and watching BIG BANG THEORY. My mom, sister and I have all come to the conclusion that we often don't like the way Penny treats Leonard. The 2 of them decided to start hanging out as friends; so they go out to (wherever the hell that was)) and sit at a table with drinks like they are on a date...but since they decided beforehand, that it was not a date, Penny spent the whole night conversing with some guy who resembled Leonard & left Leonard alone at the table. That's bad. You do not do that to somebody, period. That's mean. So now Penny and Stewart have gone out on a date, and they have both had the gall to ask Leonard what they can do to feel comfortable around each other.. So on top of everything else, Stewart says the advice Leonard gave him worked on the date. Although, when Penny and Stewart were making out after a few bottles of wine wine, Penny said Leonard's name...not Stewart.
Folks, stuff like that is exactly why, I do not date. Yes, I know that was just a TV show...but so many of those things are supposed to be completely socially acceptable when it comes to dating. I mean I'm the kinda person who's loyal to one guy for life. I still can't get over my high school boyfriend I had when I was 16. He's been married for a long time now, and I'm really happy for him, but I never really knew how to get over him. Don't get me wrong....I'm absolutely hoping that the right guy will find me; but I remember, I tried the hangin out as friends thing with him way back, after we broke up, and it was torture...I hated it. It was literally like something I never wanted to do again. There've been certain guys that I've known that I've been in love with and could not just hang out with as friends. I did not know how to go backwards and not be bothered by the fact that any romantic feelings were now off limits. This would crush me. This is why I really like the book "I Kissed Dating Goodbye" by Joshua Harris. In it, he challenges people that there is a better way...you do not have to hurt really bad because you've given pieces of your heart away to the wrong people while trying to "find" the right one. Anyway...just some stuff.
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