Fiction Friday: Becca: Chapter One

September 28, 2012

Chapter One
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Ring! Ring! Ring! The phone says loudly. Becca wipes her sleepy eyes and blows a small frizzled strand of hair off her nose. She looks at her retro red alarm clock and moans. It's 3:00 in the morning! She thinks, coming up slightly on her elbows, using her hands to pull back her dark hair before letting it fall. Becca frumps into her pillow burring her face deep in the silky fabric containing thousands of down-feathers.
            Mustering up enough strength through her grogginess, Becca turns over in her bed. She spots Melanie, her sister, awake and dressed. She has already answers the phone, handling it with great concern, careful not to wake her sister. Becca lies in her bed inaudibly still, knowing Melanie thinks she’s sleeping in the bed beside her. Eyeing her sister closely as she whispers into the phone, Becca strains to hear, her bed covers muffling the sound of her sister’s voice. She notes that Melanie is acting funny, peering over her shoulder now-and-again to look at Becca who still appears to be asleep.
            What is she up to? Becca wonders. It was strange for Melanie to be receiving calls so early in the morning. But Becca never thought Melanie less than capable of doing whatever she wanted to, regardless of curfew limits, parental guidelines, or the whole idea of respecting others. Melanie, unlike Becca, was self-absorbed and in many ways impervious. Not normally to this degree, though.
            Becca, having enough to do with Melanie's unusual ways, turned her body around in her bed and tried again to fall asleep, only to hear more  whispers come from her sister, still broken by moments of muffled tones.
            "I need you to do that for's best this way....don't argue....look, this is the way I want to do it,, if I wanted your opinion I would have asked for it.... shh."
            It wasn't easy to understand what all was being said, but during the one-sided conversation, Becca did hear her name being mentioned more than once, and something about Melanie's guy-friend Kenneth—whom Becca regarded as Melanie's bug-eyed puppy—in the mix as well. And sometimes both their names were mentioned in the same sentence.
            Becca didn't like or understand the early morning phone call, or what it would mean. She paid no attention to it. She left the conversation as it was, but turned around once more, after hearing the phone click and the room fall silent, to find her sister was gone. Vanished, or rather, sneaked out the window into the form her plan, Becca guessed. Whatever that is! She scoffed. What that was, however, Becca would not find out until a month later when strange things began to happen to her body, and a relationship began to form that she never thought to be real. 


September 27, 2012

So many girls suffer from depression, bullying, emotional distresses such as abuse, and eating disorders every second of the day while they're on this earth. My heart breaks for them. It yearns to help them realize their significance in this world and that all their pain, scars, and open wounds can be healed by the love of others who ooze the love of Christ. Only Christ can save, but if we plant that seed we've done hopefully enough to keep these girls, who are searching frantically for a love like water-so plentiful and never faltering-alive one more day, so hopefully God can use that seed to grow hope and faith in those girls hearts. 

Rain, a site dedicated to helping those who've been involved in rape, abuse, and incest says that "1 out of every 6 American women has been the victim of an attempted or completed rape in her lifetime (14.8% completed rape; 2.8% attempted rape)".

Bullying mentions statistics on girls who've been bullied is not only in school face-to-face, but also anonymously online:
  • Over half of adolescents and teens have been bullied online, and about the same number have engaged in cyber bullying.
  • More than 1 in 3 young people have experienced cyberthreats online.
  • Over 25 percent of adolescents and teens have been bullied repeatedly through their cell phones or the Internet.
  • Well over half of young people do not tell their parents when cyber bullying occurs.
DMH states that there is a significant number of girls, even guys with eating disorders:
  • It is estimated that 8 million Americans have an eating disorder – seven million women and one million men
  • One in 200 American women suffers from anorexia
  • Two to three in 100 American women suffers from bulimia
  • Nearly half of all Americans personally know someone with an eating disorder (Note: One in five Americans suffers from mental illnesses.)
  • An estimated 10 – 15% of people with anorexia or bulimia are males
But the shocker is the death rate with those who have eating disorders:
  • Eating disorders have the highest mortality rate of any mental illness
  • A study by the National Association of Anorexia Nervosa and Associated Disorders reported that 5 – 10% of anorexics die within 10 years after contracting the disease; 18-20% of anorexics will be dead after 20 years and only 30 – 40% ever fully recover
  • The mortality rate associated with anorexia nervosa is 12 times higher than the death rate of ALL causes of death for females 15 – 24 years old.
  • 20% of people suffering from anorexia will prematurely die from complications related to their eating disorder, including suicide and heart problems.
All these are serious problems that need people like us to stand up and let these girls, and guys, know that it's unacceptable-the life they're living. But to also let them know that there is help, that we love them, and that we're there for them. Some situations these people cannot help, they've been put into a situation that they have no control over. That doesn't mean we can't love them regardless of their background or what they've chosen to do to themselves, or even what mental state they're in....

It's all about love. 

1 Corinthians 13:4-8 "Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away."

Ephesians 4:2 "with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love..."

John 15:9-17 "As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Abide in my love.  If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and abide in his love. These things I have spoken to you, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full. “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. You are my friends if you do what I command you. No longer do I call you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you. You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit and that your fruit should abide, so that whatever you ask the Father in my name, he may give it to you. These things I command you, so that you will love one another."

There are so many ways we can show love. You don't have to know anyone with any of these serious problems to love on them. Just by praying you are offering undeniable hope to a lot girl who is desperate and scared and believes she is alone and unlovable. 

Show them love. Show them Jesus.

ED's Devos: Lead and I'll Follow

September 25, 2012

Jamie Grace sings a lot of encouraging, spectacular Christian songs that are amazing and uplifting. I love her song "You Lead". To me there is a significance surrounding this song that spurs on a heart-felt emotion to give my whole life to the Lord and allow Him to lead me wherever I am meant to be and to go. 
Like Jonah and the great whale, I am often one to run away from God's instructions because I see that my way is better, and far less dangerous and hard. Unlike Jonah, however, I don't have to spend time in the belly of the whale, but there are other ways the Lord grabs my attention when I refuse to follow along with this plan.

"The word of the Lord came to Jonah son of Amittai: “Go to the great city of Nineveh and preach against it, because its wickedness has come up before me.”But Jonah ran away from the Lord and headed for Tarshish. He went down to Joppa, where he found a ship bound for that port. After paying the fare, he went aboard and sailed for Tarshish to flee from the Lord. 
Then the Lord sent a great wind on the sea, and such a violent storm arose that the ship threatened to break up. All the sailors were afraid and each cried out to his own god. And they threw the cargo into the sea to lighten the ship.
But Jonah had gone below deck, where he lay down and fell into a deep sleep. The captain went to him and said, “How can you sleep? Get up and call on your god! Maybe he will take notice of us so that we will not perish.”
Then the sailors said to each other, “Come, let us cast lots to find out who is responsible for this calamity.” They cast lots and the lot fell on Jonah. So they asked him, “Tell us, who is responsible for making all this trouble for us? What kind of work do you do? Where do you come from? What is your country? From what people are you?”He answered, “I am a Hebrew and I worship the Lord, the God of heaven, who made the sea and the dry land.This terrified them and they asked, “What have you done?” (They knew he was running away from the Lord, because he had already told them so.)The sea was getting rougher and rougher. So they asked him, “What should we do to you to make the sea calm down for us?”
“Pick me up and throw me into the sea,” he replied, “and it will become calm. I know that it is my fault that this great storm has come upon you.”Instead, the men did their best to row back to land. But they could not, for the sea grew even wilder than before. Then they cried out to the Lord, “Please, Lord, do not let us die for taking this man’s life. Do not hold us accountable for killing an innocent man, for you, Lord, have done as you pleased.”
 Then they took Jonah and threw him overboard, and the raging sea grew calm. At this the men greatly feared the Lord, and they offered a sacrifice to the Lord and made vows to him. Now the Lord provided a huge fish to swallow Jonah, and Jonah was in the belly of the fish three days and three nights.

In the end, Jonah realized that with God he could do what the Lord was calling him to do, and thus he went to do the work of the Lord. Did he do it the first time he was told? No. Kind of like us as little kids when our parents ask us to do something, but instead we refuse until we get smacked. Well, Jonah didn't get smacked, but he did get a pretty odd wake-up call, which ended up leading him to the realization that God's will always prevails. 


Also, going along with my theme of leading and following (inspired by Jamie Grace), another story that comes to the top of my thoughts when God's leading us comes into play is that section of the Bible where he converses with the fishermen.
The Calling of the First Disciples
As Jesus was walking beside the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon called Peter and his brother Andrew. They were casting a net into the lake, for they were fishermen. “Come, follow me,” Jesus said, “and I will make you fishers of men.” At once they left their nets and followed him.
Going on from there, he saw two other brothers, James son of Zebedee and his brother John. They were in a boat with their father Zebedee, preparing their nets. Jesus called them, and immediately they left the boat and their father and followed him.-Matthew 4:18-21
Man, I love that!. Chills me to the bone every time I read it. Fishers of men...whoa! Do you think that's how we should be living out very lives daily? Giving up everything to follow Jesus? I don't mean your earthly possessions, because some of them could be blessings that He has directly given to you. That would be like throwing them at His face. But if he did call you to give them all up, would you? I know I would have to think about that. Give everything up for the unknown? 

Maybe He's not just talking about materialistic "giving up", but maybe a spiritual one. Are you willing to lay down your self and give up all that garbage that's weighing you down so you can freely follow Jesus? Even then, I think I would still have troubles with that. I am not perfect. I know giving all my garbage up would be difficult. Following and leaving it all behind, because it's all I know would be hard too. But when God calls us to do something, we have a choice-either do it or you don't. God's not going to hate you, but He will be disappointed

We are called to follow. God is destined to lead. So when he leads, we should follow. And like Jamie Grace sings, His hands are our tomorrow. If we don't follow him daily spiritually who knows where we'll be. 


And if you have never seen Starlings, I suggest you watch this video of them. I love how they ebb and flow with each other in synchronized harmony. They do it effortlessly. And, to me, it was a fantastic example of how we are to let God lead while we follow. If we do, we could harmonize beautifully too!

Fiction Fridays: Being a Cat

September 21, 2012

Last year I had to do a lot of creative writing in my, well, (thehehe) creative writing class. So, yeah, I wrote a LOT! I had to do a lot of writing in first person and that was killer, because I'd never done that with characters before. But it turns out I have an interestingly sarcastic/funny writing style when it comes to first person. 

This is my favorite quote about characters from my class:
“I wish we could sometimes love the characters in real life as we love the characters in romances. There are a great many human souls whom we should accept more kindly, and even appreciate more clearly, if we simply thought of them as people in a story.” ― G.K. ChestertonWhat I Saw in America

.1. Being a Cat
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Being a house cat is cool, I suppose. I wouldn’t say that it’s constantly filled with epic excitement. I mean, it’s not like I am an outside cat or anything. Heck, these humans barely let me out of the house for more than a second to smell the air"most of the time I have to do that through a screened window! And boy, that doesn’t always present the most pleasurable of smells. Whew!
            However, being a house cat does have its perks, even if one of them isn’t being able to go outside. The food in this joint isn’t half bad"the human food, that is. The cat food these humans seem to think we cats like to eat tastes like crud. Actually, more like cardboard. It’s dry. These humans obviously have never tasted cat food, because they feed it to us like it’s a delicacy. I’ll tell you what a delicacy is, being able to lick off that shiny utensil they use to shovel in all the colorful, flavorful food. Compared to cardboard, a green bean tastes like Salmon!
            Okay, so a green bean doesn’t have that kind of flavor to it per se, but if you’re hungry enough for something better than a square morsel that tastes like crap, you’d think so too"that is, if you were a cat. Humans don’t know how good they really have it. They complain about how bad their food tastes to them. Shoot, so what if it’s a tad bit burnt on the bottom? I’ll take it! No need to waste all the yummy food when there’s a hungry cat"so what if I’ve already had my dinner?"who would gladly take that human food off your plate.
            Meow! Ha-ha, that’ll get them to feel pity for me. It’s always a good way to get extra treats if you know how to play on the human’s sympathies. I have this down-pat. Well, almost. Sometimes they look at me with greedy eyes and shoo me away. How rude! I don’t do that to them. I would share with them if they asked. In fact, I’d trade dishes with them if they even wanted to. Hey, I’m a cat; I never said I was an angel. I’d do anything to get what’s on their plate and not eat what’s on mine"if only that were a possibility. Eh, maybe they’ll drop something on the floor. I’ll wait. 

inspiration via rachel @ elephantine 


He Lives

September 20, 2012

“For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”-Matthew 11:30

ED's Devos: The Same God

September 18, 2012

I have recently discovered something. It's quite amazing, actually. Spectacular, if not tremendous. An eye-opener. A tribulation. A blessing, really. That sometimes is the power of music. In the moment-as you listen to a song you have never heard before-you hear something you never thought of to be true or possible. 

That happened to me while driving home from work today. You see, during my time with Burk, my eating disorder (I named him because I hated the name ED and the name Burk meat 'evil'; it worked out), I always questioned whether God was with me. Was he with me like he was during the days when I was healthy and thriving and free? Or was he rejecting me and giving up on me because of how backwards I'd become?

Those questions made my faith in God shake and quiver like an unsteady arrow. Which is technically what I was, because we're all arrows on God's quiver-who is launching us into amazing things and places. But I didn't see that then. I see it now, though. 

During that time, however, I was scared. Doubtful. I felt useless, misunderstood, awkward, and unworthy-of anything. Period. That's how ED (aka Burk) made me feel-like a dope addict. Eating and then purging was my drug. My brand of heroin. I was so far gone and beside myself in my eating disorder, that I was doubtful of God's work and presence in my life. He didn't feel 'there' like he did when I was focused on living for Him.

But I realized today that the same God who is with me now was also with me then, holding me tightly in his arms, breathing into me the very breath of life I needed to survive my regretful mistake, so that I could live to tell others about it-in hopes to encourage them to let go, love God, and give it all: pain, suffering, broken hearts, etc., to Him. 

Like it says in Ecclesiastes 3:1:
A Time for Everything
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

That verse never meant much to me. I just always liked the way it sounded. I never thought much about it until now. Now there is meaning and depth in those verses that weren't there for me before. Man, I wish they had been obvious to me while I was dealing with Burk. Maybe I would have found comfort in knowing to everything there is a season.


September 17, 2012

So, the other day was the first time I have ever been on a date. It was last Sunday, I think. I had gotten off work and scrambled home to get ready, not sure if I wanted to go. I talked it over with my mom and she said I didn't have to go, but I wanted to because I felt that I needed to. Basically I felt that I owed this guy something for already rejecting him five times previously. 

I knew I really didn't owe him anything, but that's what I felt that I had to do. It was an obligation to uphold. However, after deciding that I didn't want to go out on this date, I felt better knowing that I did, because it was a positive experience. We both went to see a movie and ate pizza. The conversion was a little repetitive, yet it was decent enough to make the night fly fast. 

I learned something that day: there is no reason I should feel obligated whatsoever to go on a date with a guy, especially if he's one that I don't have an attraction to physically or mentally. He is, however, a decent Christian guy friend that I have enjoyed talking to over the past few months.

He did, I believe since he dressed up and paid for the movie and food, that we were on a date. I wasn't keen on that idea, but wasn't going to denounce that idea until I knew for sure how the night would pan out. It was a date. And I was a little confused. 

Now-a-days the saying "hang out" has more terms than it used to, especially involving a girl/guy relationship. I thought it meant we here actually hanging out, but obviously it was a date. It was a little irritating, but I got over it after trying to focus on the Lord and allow Him to take control of the date; and He lead me to the conclusion that the guy wasn't for me and that I needed to make it known that I was not looking to date. 

I think I told him something like this:

"Hey, I had a fun time the other night, but I need to let you know that I am not looking to get into a relationship at the moment. I have been through so much this year medically that I am just trying to catch up on life and live singly while I can. I like you, but not in that way. I just thought that I needed to be honest with you if we're to be friends. We're still friends, right? I hope so. And I hope this is OK.

So, another lesson was to always be truthful and never feel inferior or consent to doing something you do not like or feel comfortable with. It's always good to try new things, but that doesn't mean you have to continue if it's now what you thought it would be.


ED's Devos: Going For The Gold

September 15, 2012

A few Sundays back when the Olympics were in full swing-the first weekend, actually-the pastor of my church was using the Olympics as a teaching tool to show us an example of how we should be training, being a Christian, and how we are to "go for the gold". 

We are running a race that doesn't require actual physical running, but spiritual training for a spiritual race. The race we run as Christians will not be easy. Nor should be expect it to be. A race that we run may not be straight; it might be curvy, bumpy, hilly, or straight up crazy hard. In any path we run, our training needs to prepare us for whatever we come up against. 

I love what 1 Corninthians has to say about running the race: "I do all this for the sake of the gospel, that I may share in its blessings. Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever. Therefore I do not run like someone running aimlessly; I do not fight like a boxer beating the air" (9:23-26). 

What do you run your race for? For the fame? Or for Christ? You know, our athletic ability isn't all that;s is required. We need more than just physical training. We also need training in the biblical sense. We are called to compete, but to do it well. And if we are weak in our faith, how can we expect to compete and finish and win gold? And the gold we are going for, since we are going for the gold in this race is an eternal prize. One we will receive in heaven and a confidence and humility we will receive in our hearts. 

I know how hard it is to find that spiritual athlete. Dig him/her out and go for the gold. It takes courage, strength, determination. If you don't have the best trainer, or the drive, then you'll end up in last place in the game.

Eating Disorders are tough, mean, cruel, hurtful. That's their mold. It's not easy fighting them. Getting through the day without giving into the urges. But I challenge you, and everyone, to dig into the word and train hard to become the athlete you were born to be. If you starve yourself both spiritually and physically, you are doing more harm than good. 

By igniting your spiritual fires you are giving yourself something to look forward to-something that's up ahead. When we, as Christians see ourselves as players in an Olympic game, it gives us a new understanding and exhilaration for the Christian life, as spiritual athletes.

Go for the gold and train hard! Don't look back and fight for your place in the game. That 1st place medal. The screams of the crowds. The ability to just live for the next day. 

God is the strength of my heart

September 14, 2012

Over this past year, especially this past summer, God has demonstrated to me the wonders of His love. Indeed, His love is unfathomable and intensely overwhelming. His perfectness, blameless, awe-inspiring love, extraordinary strength, and undeniable grace have been revealed to me through specific experiences that have brought up painful pieces of my past.
For a long time, I thought my past was behind me. Long forgotten. Most likely never to return and haunt the very depth of my soul. My past has always tugged at my heart strings, raising its ugly head to once again torment me with memories from my childhood. I close my eyes and try to imagine away the images of what I have been through. I push them aside, ignoring their existence, and hoping they will soon disappear and leave me in peace.

Lately, though, God has been reverently exposing these repressed feelings I have so carefully tried to bottle up and to hide. He brought me outside of my comfort zone and brought forth all the feelings, emotions, and rawness of the pain I have tucked away. It seemed to me, at the time, that God was intentionally trying to make me feel worse about my childhood. To blister my self-confidence me with the repressed memories and suffocate me with the repugnant fragrance of hate that has been, for a long time, boiling up inside of me. I couldn't breathe. I wanted to scream aloud and curse the very earth I was standing on. I didn't want anything to deal with my past. The past that I was hiding, I was trying to hide for a good reason. Or so I thought.

But, God kept pressing upon me the urgency to release these feelings and let them go. I wanted to. I needed to. It had become an insufferable irritation having to deal almost daily with the distasteful bitterness that had rooted deeply within my very soul. I was an angry person for a long time—angry at myself for letting those who I thought were my friends (those who made my childhood miserable) take advantage of me. I let them push me around, call me names, and sometimes physically assault me. I was the kid that saw the good in everyone. However, the very people I thought had to have an ounce of good in them somewhere, tainted my impression and hope in very notion that everyone had some form of goodness in them somewhere.

As I look back and read what I have written in my Journals, I can vividly see the change that has been in progress over the years; evidence that God has not just started working in me to heal the wounds and expose my feelings. From that moment something clicked inside my head--God wasn't trying to shove all of this directly in my face as if He was trying to make me feel guilty or sad-- but it was to expose to me how ardently and admiringly He loved me!

Just this past year, God has given me a Bible verse that I have taken much comfort in: "Yet I am always with you; You hold me by my right hand.  You guide me with Your counsel, and afterward You will take me into glory…My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever." (Psalm 73:23-24, 26). Whenever I feel the pressure of my past bearing down upon my threatening to jab its jagged edge into my heart, I remember this verse. It not only comforts me, but it gives me hope.

God is truly amazing. He not only has given me strength, hope and an endless supply of love and grace, He also has displayed His ability to be the Mighty Counselor and Defender that I have always dreamed He was. He is and always will be. In fact, just recently he has called to my attention the current status of some of my childhood friends. Indeed I was surprised to see how their spirituality had been slowly overridden by the lies and deceit of the world. He showed me that, my repressed feelings were almost unnecessary, and that He was protecting me from the same fate. Had I ignored Him when, instead I choose to listen, I would probably not be the same Christian girl I am today. Indeed, I have grown in my spirituality. And my connection with the Lord has blossomed.

I once was a girl deeply upset and angry with the world, blaming everyone but myself for the pain I had endured. It was, in part, my fault for letting it drag on so far, and allowing the pain to fester so deeply. God's been writing my life story all along. And I am not ashamed of the past I have lived, I am only ashamed that I did nothing to protect and defend myself when I should have. As of now, God is still mending my brokenness. I doubt His job will ever be complete! But I will take joy in letting Him mend every part of my mind, body, and soul that need His doctoring and expert skill. He's my all-in-all. My security. My rescuer.

Pinteresting Wednesday

September 12, 2012

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I would love to walk down the street in these clothes. I would be one fashionable college girl!
Amen! Hallelujah!

Whoa. Magical.
Ooooooh. Yummy. Can I have one?
This looks so peaceful. I want to be there, too!
Ah, the good memories.
Now that's my kind of story writer. I wonder if I could ever learn to use one. I am not very smart when it comes to figuring out that stuff!
Bless my stars! How adorable. 
Mmmm. Yep, right there is what I love. A vintage camera. I have one and love it to death. Film is so much cooler than digital. :D

Have you forgotten?

September 11, 2012

Is 9/11 a day you remember, or is it a faint glimpse of a partial memory that once happened a long time ago? Have you forgotten what happened that day? Our Nation was under fire, and her people caught up in a terrible storm of smoke and fire; men dying to save lives, people screaming and crying in terror after their loved ones. 

It seems forever since it happened. But today we must take a time to pause and reflect on the memory of those that lost their lives today, some 12 years ago. Can you believe the years that have flown by since this tragedy happened? And yet we treat this day as a day like every other day.

I, for one, am thankful for being alive and having the ability to talk about this with you all. To mourn the loss of our country men and women who were bold and brave on a day that was marked with a gravity of severe graveness.

We don't always understand why bad things happen. Or why God allows them to happen. But we have to make a choice and choose to believe that bad things that happen has some good to it that is bound to follow. I don't know what the bit of good it or was for those individuals who lost loved ones, but i pray that they were blessed by God's love during that time...even today as they remember and grieve still. 

miscellany Monday

September 10, 2012

Hey there! It's another miscellany Monday, and today I wanted to share with you some miscellaneous pictures of me and my sister and brother when we were little kids...and somewhat older. Some are embarrassing, and some are funny. I hope you enjoy!
I don't believe an accident of birth makes people sisters or brothers.  It makes them siblings, gives them mutuality of parentage.  Sisterhood and brotherhood is a condition people have to work at.  ~Maya Angelou
My sister and I one Christmas. In the other picture taken before this one my sister almost choked me to death!
Yes....I am in a bonnet and apron. Compliments of my adoring Grandma. :D
Not sure what's going on here, but we're in Florida on vacation. My sister obviously doesn't want her picture taken. 0.o
Yeah...well...we're being silly here. lol
My baby brudder when he was little. Cute, huh?
Me and my sister at my first Karate Tournament in Mason, OH.
Yup...there's my brother. AGAIN! He's so much older now and better looking too. But he's still a cutie!
In West Virginia on vacation, visiting some of my mom's old friends. We decided to take a little  photo shoot while we were there. So beautiful!
Practicing my Bo Kata for the tournament. I get to do some cool things with that long stick!
Just me...chilling out with my head phones on. :D
Hahaha! 0.o Another photo of my very bright brother. He wanted to grow a beard so badly that he tapped toilet paper to his face and added a Cow Boy hat to complete his look!
All of us together in out blow-up pool a while back. We were so young then! My sister is a good picture girl no matter where she's at. I, on the other hand, can't take a good picture to save my life. I also had to hold my brother up to keep him from drowning. lol Not really...he was just too short to see much of him over the side!!!
Peace out! we had just come home from Wild Wacky Wednesday at church. It was groovy, dude!
I better hide now. The looks on their faces make me scared that I'm going to be their next target. Good thing my brother and sister don't do that anymore. The dart guns are gone, and football is in! Thank God!

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