Friday, November 28, 2008

Daddy's Little Girl

I know that nobody probably gets on here anymore, but I wanted to post this anyway. For those of you that might get on here and might begin to wonder, I will go ahead and answer this question right up front so no one becomes shocked or alarmed. No, I am not getting married right now or anytime soon, so when I say that I am going to read this at my wedding one day, I don't want everyone to start gasping and getting worried. No, I'm planning on finishing college before I get married, and as I am currently boyfriendless, there is no actual possibility. :)

I might have promised that I would never leave you. Perhaps I even said I would marry you. Now, you hear another man’s name on my lips. Now you tense up when I say I love him. Your eyes are pained with loss. Perhaps you are afraid of being replaced in my affections by this other man. You think perhaps you have been put in second place behind this other man, and you wonder about all those promises I made years ago of never loving anyone but you. Maybe I did, and I was being completely truthful. I never loved any other man but you…until now. Your eyes dim as you hear me speak his name in glowing terms. You hate the thought of me leaving you, but that is what’s going to happen. You always knew this day would come, and now that you see it happening, you dread my absence. Somehow, it slipped up on you. The days turned into weeks then to months, and the months turned into years. The years flew by so fast you almost didn’t notice that the day was soon approaching. You almost didn’t see that sparkle in my eyes, or hear that love song I was humming. You began to notice that I didn’t spend as much time with you, and that I was now spending time with some “horrible boy,” but by then, it was too late. I had fallen in love with that boy, and there was nothing you could do to change my heart. But knowing you, you will still give him a handshake and a pat on the back and welcome him to the family. After all, he will be your new son someday soon. How is it that Daddy’s little girl grew up? What happened to all the pigtails and nursery rhymes, the butterfly kisses and story times? What about the toys and the laughter, the joy and the happily-ever-afters? What about Daddy’s little princess? How was her heart stolen by some unworthy fairy-tale prince? You will miss me, there is no doubt, but you will be happy for me. I know you. You will mask your emotions, but you will gracefully hand me over to the “other man” who stole my heart away from you. I will still cry when you are sad, and I will pray for you when you are down. I will laugh at your jokes, and I will smile at your stories just as I did before. Because even though my heart belongs to someone else now, I will always be Daddy’s little girl.

Friday, November 14, 2008


A big topic today being preached among other standards is music. Some people don't understand why the preacher has to preach on their music. After all, what does it hurt to listen to non - Christian songs? For starters, I'm not saying all secular songs are bad, because they're not. There are some really nice classics that have their place. But it's what the music does to you that really is what's being preached about. Some people say that it's the beat of the song, some people say it's the lyrics. Somehow, people are affected by music. A song softly played on the piano or some other instrument has the ability to relax the body. I should know. For years when I was practicing my piano, I would look over to see my dad asleep on the couch. Mom and I would snicker, but it usually wasn't too long before she joined him. Rock music - if you can call it music - gives me a headache. I can't really feel much of a beat; rather, I feel like beating my head against the wall. And if you can't understand the words, much less the beat, then there is really no point. Rap is an annoying version of reciting poetry - poetry that was sloppily put together so it would at least rhyme. Rap doesn't really make sense or is often about shooting or stealing or involves some huge catastrophe. Then you have your country - don't get me wrong, I do like my country. The funny thing about it is, I tend to listen more to the quality sound of the singer's voice or to the rhythm of the song, and don't pay any attention to the lyrics. There is a funny little saying about country that goes something like the following: What do you get when you rewind a country song? You get your wife back, your truck back, your dog, house, etc. It's funny, because it is so true. If you really pay attention to the lyrics of a country song, that's mostly what it's about. Then there are those other types of music that you can't really define. People like Michael Buble, Josh Groban, Il Divo, and Declan Galbraith. Exactly what are they? Pop? Jazz? Contemporary? I'm not completely sure. However, if you listen to Josh Groban or Il Divo, they sing in other languages for the most part. So unless you go to some lyric translation site on the web, you're not going to know what they're saying. Or unless your a linguist expert. Michael Buble is mostly jazz, but adds a lot of other flavors into the mix. As a person, he's not exactly someone I would model after. However, he has one of the most amazingly smooth voices I've heard from a guy. Declan Galbraith. I'm not sure what it is he sings. Perhaps pop? But if you listen to his song, An Angel, there really is no point to the song. It's the same thing I said about rap earlier - the words were just put together so they would at least rhyme and so they would fit to the rhythm. I'm sure you probably think I hate music. Not at all! I think music is great! Sometimes, though, we have to keep watch over what we fill our minds with. Personally, I don't really pay that much attention to lyrics of songs, which makes me feel guilty, because I probably should. I'm more affected by the beat. When no one's looking, well... Yeah, I can get crazy. Yes, I am a Christian still; I haven't changed my standards. No, I don't know how to dance, which is why it looks crazy, but yes, I do feel the beat with most songs. I'm not sure why. But the real point I'm making here is that most people are affected by music. Not only does it relax you, it can depress you, depending on the tempo and the lyrics. Music can also make you angry; rock music makes me feel angry. I want to punch the radio. But some people feel better that way, like one friend of mine. We were out the other day, and she was feeling angry, so she turned on some "angry" music, which was very angry and annoying. It made her feel better though. I guess if you can't let your anger out, you can let the rockers let it out for you. Music does have an affect on people, which is why we need to be careful of what we feed our minds with.

Thursday, November 6, 2008


“It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.” – Agatha Christie
“Love is blind, but friendship closes its eyes.” – Unknown

Do you ever look at your friends or even at yourself and realize just how crazy you appear to the rest of everybody else? Do you ever wonder later on or looking at pictures you and your friends took, “What exactly was the purpose for that?” or “What on earth was I trying to do there?” Have you ever looked at your friends in shock and said, “I never thought you would say something like that!”? Then you laugh your head off whether it was funny or not, just because they said something you didn’t expect them to or because somehow it was shocking without being inappropriate? Yeah, I think most of us have at some time or the other. I’m sure our friends have all surprised us by saying or doing something hilarious that makes us roll on the floor, while the whole of everybody is staring at you and your friend(s) and thinking, “What on earth?” But somehow, we find our friends funny. We’ve gotten used to their erratic behavior. Why? To be honest, I have no clue. Living in the dorm with roommates has really opened my eyes to how these above quotes are true. Somehow, living together forces you to get to know your roommate(s) better, and you realize all kinds of things about them that you never would have known before. When I first came to school here in high school, there was somehow this rumor going around that I was intelligent and a “good girl.” When Anne came to school, she was really quiet, and I assumed she was shy. Then as time progressed, we learned more about each other, and suddenly, Anne found out that I’m not above cracking jokes and saying things that apparently she never expected me to say. I found out that when you get to know Anne, she is not this shy, quiet girl that wouldn’t tease or act crazy. Yes, contrary to popular belief, we are both pretty crazy, especially when we are together, and especially when it’s just the two of us and no one’s watching. Somehow, when you become friends with someone, you tend to ignore their faults and even laugh at some of their funny quirks. Not only do you realize that you love your friend in spite of their ridiculousness, but that you love them because of it and readily join them in sliding down the dorm stairs on your pillow.

Thursday, October 30, 2008


Obedience is the very best way to show that you believe. Doing exactly what the Lord commands, doing it joyfully. Action is the key; do it immediately. Joy you will receive. Obedience is the very best way to show that you believe. Some of you might have heard this children's song before, some of you might not have. The song contains amazing insight, even as just a little children's chorus. It can be broken up into separate phrases to further be analyzed. "Doing exactly what the Lord commands." How many times does God tell us to do something, but we do it our own way and in our own time? It has to be full obedience or no obedience, because partial obedience isn't truly obedience. Our pastor's daughter explained it to the kids this way: Say your mom tells you to clean your room, and she wants you to pick everything up and take your trash out. You really aren't in the mood to clean up, so you hurriedly stuff all your toys under the bed and stomp on the garbage in your trash can until it looks as though there is hardly any trash in there. Your mom asks you if you've cleaned your room like she asked. "Yes!" you tell her and think, "That wasn't so hard." That's not really obeying. Your room might look better, but its not really all the way clean. Not to mention that you didn't follow your mom's instructions exactly. Another phrase of the song says, "Doing it joyfully." Hmmm. Yeah, sometimes doing things aren't as hard as doing them joyfully. I've been guilty of doing this more than once when told to do something - especially when told to practice piano. Reluctantly, I would half-heartedly drag myself over to the piano and pull the bench out and plop down, frowning the whole time. My parents always seemed to pick the most inopportune times to tell me to practice, and I really didn't want to. When God asks us to do some things, we may take the view I did in practicing. It's a chore, but I guess I'll do it since it pleases my Father. We realize that whatever God is asking us to do will no doubt benefit us in our walk with Him, but He seemingly has picked an inopportune time to call us to do that. Why can't we just wait a little longer, you know, just go on our own time, God? Why now? And we complain and drag our feet the whole way, at the same time thinking that we are being such good children of God to obey Him the way we do. However, God has called us to be joyful in whatever we do for Him. Obedience simply isn't just doing something you're told to do - it is doing exactly what your asked when you're asked to do it without complaining and dragging your feet the whole way.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Romance Novels: How Early Is Too Early?

Right up front, I’ll make a confession. I personally am a hopeless romantic. Sometime ago, a friend asked me about my writing and reading. I had to admit that Christian fiction romance was what I was into. She agreed that it was fun to read, but then brought up an idea that I hadn’t thought of. She said that young girls may often have the ability to read at a higher level than what is generally expected of their age, or that young teenage girls don’t really have any “teen books” – novels that are written with their age in mind. Most “teen novels” for girls include some type of romance, which as my friend brought up, gets girls thinking more about crushes, dating, and romantic things all together. Her opinion was that girls today are as silly and immature when it comes to guys because they begin reading their mother’s romance novels at too young an age. To be honest, I thought she had a point. Yes, I am a hopeless romantic at age eighteen. I suppose that could be a bad thing, but the worse part of that is that I was already this way by the time I was thirteen or fourteen. So is it true? Do girls stuff their heads with too much romance at too young an age? When is an OK time for girls to start reading romance novels? Is the way girls are more flirtatious and the way they act around guys effected by reading?

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

What's Up with Them?: Prejudgment

I know this is a subject that we have heard quite a bit about, especially since we started our freshman English Composition class, or our Analytical English class, as it should be correctly dubbed. Some may be tired of the subject, but it has struck me more forcefully in just the past few days as I pondered my own prejudgmental actions. We all have at one time prejudging someone, and no doubt, have been prejudged ourselves. I know it's hard to admit, but I'll be the first to admit it. I wrongfully prejudged people before. At one point and time, I saw this person or that person and mentally prejudged them. Not just the teenage girl in the grocery store carrying around a baby or the gothic teens at the mall walking around in their black, baggy clothes - no, I'm also talking about those people who have way-out-there personalities that are totally different from mine. As time has gone by, I've realized that some of those very people that I'd never really thought I'd hang around with have become my good friends, and I've realized how ridiculous I can be when it comes to prejudgment. There is of course, the extreme of that, that a person can prejudge everyone they do or don't even meet. However, is there another extreme? Is it possible to give everyone the benefit of the doubt? I believe that's possible, too. I've had some friends before that I thought would be my best friend forever. Then there came a day when communication slowed down until there was little or no contact. A year went by before I talked to one of them. She promised me that when she got back from traveling, we would do something together. It's been three, maybe four years, and she hasn't called me yet. By this time, I've given up hope. Perhaps there is a reason people prejudge those they meet. Perhaps it's not always a natural reflex, or at least there is a reason behind this matural reflex to judge others. Perhpas we as humans are insecure. We need people, but we are afraid of being hurt. I'm not saying that is a definite possibility, but it could be one. So why do we prejudge? Or is it just a natural reflex that is somehow built into us, that we don't even think about?

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Who's In Control, Anyway?

See then that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise, Redeeming the time because the days are evil. Wherefore ye be not unwise, but understanding what the will of the Lord is. And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the Spirit.*
I have often heard that passage of Scripture as I'm sure you all have, but I had never quite put it into the perspective I'm about to share with you, until sometime last year, when I heard this two or three times. I thought, God must be trying to teach me something. I had always thought of this passage as being one about not getting drunk and speaking against the evils of strong drink, as some of you probably have. It is to a point speaking of drunkeness; however, it is really speaking on the subject of control. Just like we can let alcohol control our bodies, we can let other things control us, such as friends and family, people's opinions, circumstances, our own will, and many other things. This passage is saying that we should be wise and do what God wants us to do and not allow other things to control us. God should be chiefly in control of your life. You gave your life to Him when you got saved. Not letting Him be in control is hypocritical. It's as if you gave someone a gift and said, "You can have this, but you're not allowed to use it." Most of the time, it's not that we tlet other things control our life, but that we try to control it ourselves. The only problem is, we forget that we're not in control of anything to start with. God is in control; He is over all that happens. If something good happens to you, you didn't cause it to happen; God did. So many times, we let our own successes and the praise of others fill our head until it swells, and we get the idea that we can do all things without Christ. But that is the ONLY way we can do anything; in fact, we can accomplish greater things when Christ is with us. Our lives would be such a mess if we were in control of them, but with God, amazing possibilities pop up. God works in our lives in amaizing ways. Why would we ever want to be in control? There is a poem by Shel Silversteen that tells of a little boy who asks God if he can run the world a while. God agrees and gives the boy the wheel. The little boy starts asking tons of questions, such as the following: how long do I do this? When do I turn the wheel? How many days do I get to do this? How much do I get paid? Then God takes back the wheel and says, "I don't think you're ready yet." The thing is, we are never ready to take over our lives, because we have the innate ability to mess things up. God is waiting and willing to take over our lives if we let HIm. So...who's in control of your life?
* Ephesians 5:15-18, KJV