Wind

I haven't been posting on this blog about what has been going on with my neighbors. In a nutshell: my best friend since forever is named Lauren. Yesterday morning Lauren's Momma passed away.
Cancer has stamped it's mark on yet another life. Praise God Mrs L is no longer hurting, but is now loving and rejoicing with Him.

I'm pretty sure she is watching over us here in this neighborhood. I hope she knows that, whether Lauren likes it or not, Lauren is stuck with me forever. :)

I haven't cried yet. I think I'll cry after I finish this.

I walked by their house yesterday and what I saw sticking out of their lawn struck a chord with me. It's nothing special, just a colorful pinwheel like this one:

It was windy yesterday, and that pinwheel was spinning round and round and round. I started thinking about the wind that was powering that wheel. I hope this doesn't end up sounding like a cheese ball analogy, put here are my thoughts:
In all my 16 years of life, wind has blown -in a strong gust or a slight breeze- every single day.
I bet there is not one day that the slightest amounts of wind have not danced around someone or something around here.
I'm sure it wasn't a continuous flow of breezes, but I would bet that if I was to stick a pinwheel in my grass, at the end of every day that pinwheel would have spinned, at least just a tiny bit.

Mrs. Lowry's earthly body was ruined by cancer. Thankfully the Lord has new, perfect bodies ready and waiting for us when He brings us home. She isn't here anymore. She is healed.

I know we are all going to be really sad for a long time, but I think Mrs. Lowry is the wind.

I need to plan some worship through music at my church, asap. Even if I have to lead those kids in praise by myself, it needs to happen.
I'm trying not to be lukewarm anymore. lukewarm is terrifyingly awful. I feel the need to light a match under these kids to wake them up [myself included].

Your Love Never Fails - Jesus Culture

I don't know much of anything about this band, but last night at a friends church we praised Him with that song. It was glorious.

Today was:
Math class.
Lunch.
massive sweep of my whole room so that it is ready for saturday when my older sister and her two friends come home from college. (!!)
Three episodes of American Idol.
I cried when Haeley was voted off and everyone else was crying. I am an emotional crier. If you cry, I cry.
Target. I got my one-piece for Hume for this summer. I wanted to get one before everyone freaked out and bought one for spring break. hahahaha.

Currently:
Wide awake.

Scared of:
the darkness of my room and house. I'd love a nightlight. I'm afraid of the scary man i saw at target coming to get me. :|
I shouldn't have watched all those detective/murder shows way back when I was younger. Oi.
I am not afraid. I am not afraid. I am not afraid. :(

Facination:
Dreams. I wish mine weren't so scary, because I love the concept.

Wish:
That (*book)knowledge would come more easily to me. Being home-schooled is hard. SAT=8 days from now.

I need to pray more. I have a feeling that if I did I wouldn't be scared of things and I wouldn't be worried about my life.
So I gotta go lay some things down before the King.
Have a great day tomorrow. Spread some love.

I have a bit of a sleep debt building up. I think i maybe might have insomnia. I need to focus. SAT on Saturday....no pressure.... wait never mind there is pressure. sweet.

I need to stop playing piano and start getting things done. Right.....NOW

Oh. 10-99* people from one of the states on the other side of the country (the right side) (east coastal region) visited my blog. (fdhfjldjrudfhsl HI GUYS!
*I know I shouldn't start a sentence with numbers and I should've said "ten to ninety-nine" instead But** if I had done that then I wouldn't be saying this!
**I don't think one is to start a sentence with "But" either. But I did. But sometimes I do not. But most of the time I sometimes do.

I watched a princess movie today and it was a stupid one. One of the opening lines was "Every girl want's to be a princess." I don't think that is true. did the writers of that cheesy movie ask every girl on this planet what they wanted to be? I know they in fact did not because i was never asked what I wanted to be. I was asked by aunts and uncles and neighbors and such, but no cheesy movie writer ever asked.

This is how i feel. Interpret however you like (hint* frazzlestresschaos).

What the heck does AKA even stand for? and what does IE stand for?

PS: ps means post script. i'm going to wiki AKA and IE right...... now.