Happy Birthday To Me!

Well, it's happened... I've turned 16, never to be 15 again. Ever. Whether I was ready or not, it has happened. I feel like I'm going through mid-life crisis or something. Haha, I'm being dramatic. My birthday party was fun. Thanks to all of you who came! I got to watch fireworks at night while we swam in the pool and the first day there was that awesome storm we watched, and putting purple and green stripes in our hair was the coolest. (I have green in right now because tonight is a party with my family.) Oh, and flubber! Home-made flubber was sooooo cool. (If anyone wants to know how to make it, ask.) Oooh, and sleeping outside in a tent ON the trampoline; great except it was cold and I kept rolling off my pillow, LOL. Last but not least, it was really funny when all of the sudden (right after we'd been talking about scary things, of course!) there was a huge crash in the dark, in the corner of my room. We all screamed, and most of us ran away, till we realized it was only my plastic horses that had fallen off the dresser. ROFL. Good times.

Sweet 16

Why is it called that? I never really understood why everyone thinks turning 16 is more special than all the other years. Surely it doesn't have anything to do with driving... Well, anyway, I'm about to turn 16. Maybe it will end up being a very special and wonderful year. I hope so. But at the same time, I'm not sure if I'm ready. It seems like I haven't been 15 for long enough. There is more I should have done and learned. I'm growing up way too fast! You know, I always used to look at teens older than me and think, "Wow, they're so grown up... and boring. They're just like adults." and now that I'm getting older... well, that is what I'm turning into. It's kind of hard for me to understand. Obviously my interests have changed, but younger me would have definitely called it "getting brainwashed". Sometimes I wonder if younger me was right? Like, how would I know? But I know I'm much smarter and cooler now, so I guess I don't mind either way. :) Haha. Just randomness.

Ideas Please

Hello my fellow bloggers. I am in need of ideas and things for my story. Please help me. Tell me what you WANT to happen next, and also what you EXPECT will happen next. Unlike Zeruda, I don't really know what I'm doing... this is really the first story I've written. Thanks. :)

A Child's Heart, page 9

When it came time for breakfast the next morning, Rylen announced that there was barely enough food left for all of them. “What are we going to eat, Justace?” She asked a bit worriedly. “Hmmmmm…” Justace thought for a moment, and then told her, “I think I’ll go up to the house and look around a bit.” “But Justace… there ain’t gonna be any food there!” She said. “It would be spoiled.” Added Wendol. Justace just winked at them and headed towards the house. A bit later, he returned with a rifle. “Look what I found.” He said grinning. “Ever had rabbit?” That day they ate heartily and were extra thankful for their meal when they asked the blessing. When all the chores were done, Rylen had a surprise for them. “I was fixin’ the straw in my room last night, when I came across this…” She pulled over a wooden box and gently lifted the lid, revealing a beautiful old violin. “Tom’s fiddle! You found it!” Justace said excitedly. “I can’t believe it. I remember he used to sit up there and play it.” He carefully took the instrument from Rylen and began tuning it. Rylen glared jokingly at him, pretending to be mad. “Lemme guess…” She said. “You play.” Justace laughed. “Actually…” He replied sheepishly “He taught me how.” Wendol clapped happily. Justace placed the fiddle under his chin and played a lovely little song. Rylen shook her head in disbelief. “Amazing.” She said. That evening, they all said their prayers together. “… And please help me find out what happened to my parents, if it’s Your will. In Jesus’ name, Amen.” As Rylen started to pray for her father, tears began to run down her face. Wendol took her hand and Justace put his arm around her. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed. “I’m sorry.” She said sniffing. “It’s okay.” Justace told her. “You just want your dad to get saved. We all do.” “I know he can be saved, but… it just seems so impossible right now.” “Then you can be glad we have a Savior who can do the impossible.” He said softly. “I won’t stop praying for him.” He reassured her. “I won’t either, Wylen.” Wendol said smiling. Rylen wiped her eyes and a little smile came across her face. “Thank you.” She whispered.

Deep Spiritual Thoughts

Last Sunday a missionary preached at our church. He said some very good things that made me think. Like, when Isaiah said “Here am I, send me,” he didn’t say, “Well, tell me more about it and I’ll see if I want to do it.” No; when he heard there was a task that needed to be done, he automatically volunteered without even knowing what for. He was in the presence of God. But aren’t we all? That is how all of us should be. And he said, “What if you walked into your room one day, and God was standing there?” Wow. Have you ever thought about what you would do, and what it would be like? And if He was planning on staying, are there things in your house you would hurry and put away that you wouldn’t want Him to see? Would you act different than you usually do? Why? He sees what we do anyhow. He sees what we have in our house all the time.

A Child's Heart, page 8

While they ate the fish they had brought from home, Rylen asked Justace, “How come your friend just disappeared like that?” Justace snorted and rolled his eyes. “There are lots of people I’d like to know what happened to. You just learn to live with it.” “Do you ever pray that you’ll find your parents?” Rylen asked him. Justace’s smile faded. “I used to…” He replied soberly. “But I guess I just gave up after awhile. Let’s face it; I’m never going to find them.” He went on sadly. “They’re probably dead, anyway.” The three ate the rest of their meal in silence. That night soon after Justace had climbed into bed, he heard the sound of little feet walking up to him. “What are you doing up, buddy?” He asked Wendol. “Justace, will you help me say my prayers tonight?” He asked sweetly. Justace smiled. “Sure.” The two quietly walked to Wendol’s cot and knelt down in front of it. “How do I start?” Wendol asked. “Dear Jesus…” Justace told him. Wendol closed his eyes and began, “Dear Jesus, thank you for giving us a new home, and food to eat, and beds to sleep in. Thank you for keeping us safe and healthy. Please bless Justace and Rylen and me, and Rylen’s daddy and the big boys who took my water pail. Make them get saved; oh please save their souls, Jesus. Help me be good and do what You want me to. Amen.” Justace was humbled by this little boy’s perfect faith in God. Wendol looked up and said, “Justace, aren’t you going to say your prayers?” “Um… y-yes.” Justace stammered as he quickly wiped a stray tear from his eye. “Dear Jesus…” He began nervously. “I… I’m sorry. I’m sorry I gave up hope. I guess I wasn’t trusting in You. It may not be Your will for me to find out anything about my parents… I don’t know. But I should never stop praying. Oh God, please forgive me. And Lord, thank you for all You’ve done. I really have so much to be thankful for. Please help me to always trust You and do Your will. In Your precious name, Amen.” That night Justace slept very peacefully. Now that he had left his burden in God’s hands, he had the assurance that it would be taken care of.

Spies and Deer

My sister was telling me about what she heard happened with 2 men in our church. We will call one Bro. J, the other Bro. T. (Most of you should know who they are.) These men were at work (they work at the same place; a power plant. They are both spies.) and it was lunch break time. They were outside. Bro. J had a really big cooler with water for all the people who worked there. Bro. T asked Bro. J to get him a bottle of water. When he opened the cooler, to his surprise, he found... a baby deer inside, licking the ice. At that moment, he happened to glance back, and saw another baby deer snooping in his open lunch box, eating his sandwich! (Sandwich bag and all.) Turning his attention back to the deer in the cooler, he didn't notice the other deer sneaking through the doors into the building. When he went inside the building, he found the deer chewing on a cord. He scared them away, and finally got Bro. T his water. LOL True story.

A Child's Heart, page 7

The next day, the three took a trip out to see Justace’s friend about the barn. After the long walk out of town, through the woods, and across fields, they finally arrived. “Well, here we are.” Justace said as an old barn sitting in a beautiful green meadow came into sight. “You two rest awhile; I’m going up to the house to ask about the barn.” Rylen and Wendol sat down on a nearby log and they all put what they were carrying down in the tall grass beside them. “Where is the house?” Asked Wendol, looking around. “I think it’s on the other side of this big field. I’ll be back in a bit.” And with that, Justace stared off. Rylen told Wendol stories and played hand games with him while they waited. When Justace arrived at the house, he knocked on the door and waited. There was no answer. He tried the handle and found that it wasn’t locked. He opened the door a crack and called, “Hello? Is anyone home?” Hearing no reply, he decided to walk in. He found himself standing in the kitchen. Dust and cobwebs were everywhere. Chairs were overturned, and the windows were broken. The sink faucet had rusted through. The rest of the house wasn’t much better. Except for a few cockroaches, the house appeared to be vacant. When Justace returned to the others, he told them what he had found. “No one has been living there for a long time.” He said. “I think we should still stay here though. This property is abandoned, so I don’t think anyone would mind.” “Are we still going to live in the barn?” Rylen asked. “Yes.” Replied Justace. “The barn is in much better shape, because it is newer. The roof on the house is about to collapse, so I wouldn’t feel safe living there at all. So, to the barn it is!” He said as he raced ahead. The others ran after him and helped him slide the big door open. They went inside and looked around the spacious barn, then started setting up house with they things they had brought from the shack. Rylen climbed up a ladder and discovered a hayloft. “Oh, I’m sleeping up here!” She called. Justace smiled. “It’s all yours.” He said. Later, when it was time for supper, Rylen and Wendol fetched three chairs from the house, while Justace made a table out of hay bales and a wooden board.