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Monday, 14 January 2008

  • CRAZY GOOD!!

    To quote my friend Casey, "God is crazy good!"  I couldn't agree more.  UM... more to follow...sometime... eventually?  Maybe it's only because God's still working.  Not everything has come to a conclusion yet.

Monday, 10 December 2007

  • FREE ME!!

    Shawn McDonald - My Salvation

    I run for dear life
    To You my God
    And I never live to regret it
    Do what You do so well
    Do what You do so well
    Get me out of this mess
    And up on to my feet

    You are my salvation
    You are my fortress
    You are my salvation
    In whom I trust

    Put Your ear to the ground
    And listen
    Give me space for this salvation
    Be a guest room where I can retreat
    You said Your door was always open
    It's always open

    You are my salvation
    You are my fortress
    You are my salvation
    In whom I trust

    You are my salvation
    You are my fortress
    You are my salvation

    My God
    Free me
    From the grip of the wicked
    From the clutch of the bad and the broken
    Oh my God
    Free me
    Free me

    You are my salvation
    You are my fortress
    You are my salvation
    In whom I trust

    You are my salvation
    You are my fortress
    You are my salvation
    In whom I trust

    You are my salvation
    Yes, You are my fortress
    Yes, You are my salvation
    In whom I trust.

Monday, 03 December 2007

Monday, 19 November 2007

Wednesday, 07 November 2007

  • Why do people have this built in need to cut down anyone that has a lot of confidence???    Ok, guilty.  BUT I was just thinking today..... I started off my teaching career with so much confidence, and I feel like I've been fighting people (breaking me down and treating me like I'm stupid) ever since.  I KNEW I wanted to be a teacher.  There was no quitting option.  Actually, I don't even think that I ever wanted to quit.  Oddly enough, having people beat down on you can be extremely tiring.    There's just nothing to counteract that. 

    I received word today about a math teacher in my building quitting.  She teaches precalc.  I wanted to step in and take time out of my day to teach that class because the students wanted me to.  I receive an email from an administrator saying that he doesn't want me in that room and that a different teacher will be taking care of that class.  I'm sorry, if my students from last year ask me to teach them because their teachers don't stick around long enough to teach them everything, should I just sit back and say, "I'm sorry, I can't do anything.  You're going to fail."  It makes me want to fight for them because of who is replacing the teacher.  The replacement replaced another teacher last year and THOSE SAME STUDENTS were not successful in the English class.  You think I'm going to let them go through that again???  Well, my administrator is keeping me from doing anything.  I'm not happy about it. 

    I can just see myself breaking down and yelling at this other teacher who tries to use the fact that I'm a Christian against me.  She says to me "You're a Christian, you should do this.......You're a Christian, you should act this way."  She's telling me that she expects me to fit in this box and get along with her, but whenever I try to talk to her on a civil level... I'M the one that gets yelled at... BY HER!!  The thing is... she claims to be a Christian too.  *sigh*  I understand the whole community thing, but there's no connection and I feel like I'm dumb whenever I talk to her.

Wednesday, 05 September 2007

  • Just thinking...

    So, tonight, I was heading up to choir practice thinking "man, it's fun being independant.  I can be as busy or relaxed as I want.  It's kinda fun being on my own and in control of my time (at least somewhat)."

    Then, on the way back to my apartment I was challenged to be a mature Christian.  I started thinking of how I could accomplish that.  One of the best ways being accountability... hmmmm.... the joy of being alone vs. having someone to keep me accountable.

    I started thinking of my friends.  They all have someone that they are able to be accountable to.  It may be a boyfriend, a girlfriend, a husband, a wife, ...you get the picture (I really need some single friends).  Being in Indy, I'm challenged to be accountable.  Here's the thing.  It's not that I'm not being willing to be openly honest with people, but I don't have any consistancy.  Some people shy away from me when I'm that honest with them.  They don't know how to handle it.

    If you have someone that you can meet with regularly that listens to you well enough to challenge you on some of the deepest issues that you're struggling with... HOLD ON TO THEM.  I have REALLY amazing friends... I'm not ignoring that fact.  Just no one that I could even meet with weekly (although I wouldn't mind having more contact than once a week)

    I only wish God would bring someone along to guide me.  I've fallen.  It's very easy to get caught up in the routine of public school.  It has gotten me down.  I can't do it on my own.  I know I need to depend on God, but I also need someone checking up on me(monitoring my progress in becoming mature).

    Will you be my prayer warrior?  I need help.  I need God every day.  I need someone that I trust here to push me.  I need someone to ask me the hard questions and get me asking them of myself again.

Wednesday, 01 August 2007

Monday, 23 July 2007

Saturday, 21 July 2007

Tuesday, 10 July 2007

  • three week vacation...

    Culture Summit...

    painting walls...the impossible US flag.

    getting paint all over us

    the LONGEST game of cut throat I've ever played (an hour and a half).

    don't feed the Brazilians... they don't function very well.

    Warsaw...

    James wanted a fish.

    I love Casey Richey

    Sarah and I cooked so many sweet things in a matter of a few hours

    Raspberry Hershey's Kisses

    yay for hanging out with Em, Josh and Phil.

    Frankfort...

    mmmmmm...Dairy Maid milkshakes (cherry chocolate and peanutbutter chocolate)

    yay for jet skiing...boo for my brother loosing his wedding ring.

    Boone's... the LARGEST prime ribs I've ever seen...whoa.

    pies from the cherry hut!

    walking to go see fireworks on lake Michigan

    walking in a panther costume for a mile and a half in the frankfort parade...in 65 degree weather.

    Columbus/Amber and Pete's wedding…

    Eight hours….two storms…three major construction backups…three fish… one very bored me on the way down there.

    Two girls…twenty minutes…showered and out the door to go to a makeup party…there may have been a three minute shower in there somewhere.

    Amber signed Needles for the last time while we were at Walmart.

    Rehearsal… blah blah blah question? Yes. Blah blah blah.

    The roommates had been separated for too long. The boys missed each other.

    Bachelorette party…

    Crazy cowboy guy and gang.

    Good looking/smelling Hollister boy that Melissa picked up.

    Teasing Melissa about her non-boyfriend boyfriend that she’s dating.

    Gay Starbucks guy

    Cheesecake factory… the waiter that was the definition of tall dark and hansom

    Wedding…

    8AM …yay for non-traditional Grace Brethren communion

    9AM… the salon opened for getting hair done.

    10:45 AM Amber’s hair was finally done being CURLED.

    12 PM… get me to the church on time.

    Time from there on out was a blur….all of a sudden it was 10PM.

    Boo for a hole in my dress.

    Pictures…”I’m getting married today” ”he’s mine”… stupid Josh took too many pictures

    “It is my privilege to announce Mr. And Mrs. Peter Norris”

    Reception…

    Amazing food.

    Cake… “whoops, oh, he’ll get that later.”

    Joel get us punch… Phil get us coffee…Josh… you lose…all by way of text messaging.

    Emily cried during her speech… typical Maid of Honor.

    Watching “Cars” back at Josie’s

    Boo for throwing up everything from the day

    Chipotle is a nice end to the trip in Columbus.

    Dayton…

    The fish had spent a total of sixteen hours in a car and they died after a TWO-hour trip to Dayton… how does that work. I have ONE fish out of THREE now.

    Um… putt-putt golf, ice cream, and hiking…

    Six dollar DVDs

    Dinner with my cousin

    Shopping

    Chattin’ with my grandparents.

    Discussion about midgets…

    "they have a midget get-together"

    "midget parties"

    "midget rampage"

    "she's an independent midget"

    "you wouldn't hire a midget...you would be prejudice against midgets"

    "there's short midget tables"

Tuesday, 29 May 2007

  • For once in my life, I need silence.

    What is on my mind is something I never thought would happen.  I would describe it, but I'm afraid that everyone would see me as the terrible person that I am.

    I'm stuck.  The feelings I have are so strong, and I think they're right, but also so wrong.  Maybe some time down the road in my life these things will make sense but right now I feel despicable.

    I've described it to one person and I'm surprised they didn't shun me.  It all has to do with a dream, love, and confusion.  I hadn't been thinking about any of this until a dream brought it to the forefront of my mind.  The things I'm wishing are almost unbiblical.  Nothing has ever happened that has made me feel this way.  I don't want to play the "what if" game.  I've never really believed in signs.  I have, however, become a pro at reading into things.  It's not really something I can act on unless doors are opened up.  It would be a very specific path to travel down.

    I know this post is vague.  I think the reason for that is because I really don't even have any answers.  It's not even about anyone I've had contact with lately.  It's on of those things that's going on in my own head that I can't even make sense if but I want to get it out.

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