The Half-Baked Cookie

 Dear friend,      Hey! How's it going? I've heard life's a bit rough for you right now. Not that you've told me, but through a mutual close friend informed me. Don't blame that person! This letter has all the best intentions.     You see, I've heard times are a bit tough, and this is probably the only chance I have to get your attention. You see, you don't really talk to me that much. I wish you would. I want to be your friend, but it seems you'd rather not be mine. That makes me a bit sad. I think you need some cheering up cause you seem a bit down in the mouth.       You wanna know a secret? Here it goes; your family really loves you dear one. Even if you don't feel it, you are still being a role model and an example to them. That's right, even if you think they really don't appreciate you, they are imitating you. You might not see it, but I do.      I also see you making a few choices that make me sad. You might not real

     Hello folks! It's been a bit since I've popped on here. My apologies. I have been particularly busy of the late. And this post is a leeetle explanation of why. It has been given the name of "Christie", based on the book "Work, a Story of Experience".      It started on August 19 with auditions. We were given our parts on that nerve-filled afternoon. My dear Maria was given the lead. Soon after, practice started. We started off ever so slowly even with two practices a week. We came to a conclusion about a month ago that we indeed were too slow. Therefore two extra practices from nine to eleven p.m. were added for each remaining week. Well, we made it through the entire script! But the true question was, would we be able to maintain our sanity and pull this thing off? We had our first run-through this past Sunday. It was a crash and burn, and gave us the kick in the butt we needed.      You need to understand something about this play. There are about

     Hey y'all! so, fun *short* story....About a year ago, I last-minutely decided to go with my lovely sister, and her then-boyfriend-now-husband to New York City for a weekend mission trip with his church. Whilst I sadly did not make any new *bff for evers*, I did quite enjoy myself. Surprisingly enough, my favorite part was actually handing out the Cd/tract sets. Once you accept that people are not really rejecting you as a person, and you gain confidence, it's REALLY fun! Once we handed out all the Cd's, we got to be TOURISTS.      Now, I live fifteen minutes from the Middlbury/Shipshewana area, and the tourists are the epitome of annoyance. In my humble opinion. Like I just mentioned, fifteen minutes away, so I don't tend to see many tourists regularly, but they stick out like a sore thumb. Because of such local happenings, I tend to feel extremely self-conscious when I, myself, am a tourist.      Regardless of my opinions of these curious-type travelers, I ma

          I wish there would be tears in heaven. Not the sad tears, but the happy tears. Those are the dancing tears. They wear glitter and streamers. They are clothed in every color imaginable. They skip and trot down your cheeks, laughing with you. And their specialty is making memories.

     Death can be a cruel monster, or it can be a darling lamb. Why would it viciously claim the life of a beautiful twelve year old girl, or a charming nine year old boy? But yet Grandma accepted it willingly, with grace and beauty.      God called them all by name to Him, and lets us ask questions. Now, don't get me wrong, I love God and don't wish to doubt His judgement. But I do wonder, why do beautiful children have to die in painful ways? What about the families? And friends? They are all just left to grieve and remember. To adjust and ponder. To question, "God, why?"     We don't know the answers right now. We may someday know, or not till we reach heaven. But God has a beautiful reply for each question we ask. And finally, when we reach heaven, we will see the beautiful part of the picture. We will smile and tell God, "I love you. Thank you for Your comfort, and thank you for never leaving me."     *And thus ends the short musings of my you

      Hey you! Welcome to my unpretentious blog. I've wanted to start a blog for a bit. You know, like an online journal. Except everyone can read this!!! EEEK! If you dare to venture back here again someday you may find a various assortment of ramblings, thoughts, and the many other things that happen in my life and head. I'm not planning to have a rigid schedule, at all, like, no plans whatsoever. So I guess we'll see how often I post. But for now I will bid you adieu.