The Half-Baked Cookie

*** I wrote this post about a year ago, but I'm still the same. When I read this today, I somehow felt the same desperation now as I did then. If you happen to know, tell me about your MBTI and how you deal with your stereotypical struggles. The information they provide about the types is not there as an excuse to fail, but to show you your shortcomings. So let's help each other grow in both our types weaknesses and strengths! ***      My whole life, I have always felt a bit different. I struggle showing any raw and real emotion. This isn't normal, is it? Everyone else seems to know how to be 100% vulnerable, so why can't I?      A few weeks ago, someone at work mentioned a personality test that is actually accurate and researched. I looked up the site, and a few days later, I took the Myers-Briggs personality test. After you get your results, they have a plethora of information about your personality type readily available. It is scarily precise. Guess what! Less t

     It still hasn't sunk in. Did this really happen? How did we survive? Seven times. We rolled seven times. Only one person with any broken bones. How?! When I tell people this story I don't think I realize how bad it really was.      It all started when three of my favorite people came all the way from Indiana to visit. They were out here for a week, and we decided to go four wheeling in the mountains on the last day. Go out with a bang, as it were.      Our day started delightfully; the sun was peaking out, and though there was a chance of rain, we were not deterred. We started out on our venture with six people and four four wheelers. We found a trail that looked promising, and off we went! As we made our way down the side of a hill, Abby flipped. The first to bite the dust. Although not literally. She basically walked off the four wheeler as it turned over. No harm done.      We kept going along that path, only to end up at private property. That's okay, we'

     So what makes a home? Is it where you grew up? Or it is where your family is? Perhaps it is where your stuff is. Who really knows?      For those of you who are completely unaware, I'm currently visiting Indiana - the great state that I inhabited until two months ago. I never realized what thoughts and feelings go through the mind of a person who moves nineteen hours away from their past home. You get back to the place you refer to as home, but you never go to your house. So you're home, but you're not. You feel?      The main reason I came back to the place of my childhood was to go with my youth group to South Carolina; coming back I had a subtle epiphany. There's nothing like walking into your house and instantly crashing after a long trip. Nothing. I walked into my temporary Indiana home, and there was no mom to give me a hug and no floor onto which I could dump the contents of my suitcase. No place I could sit alone and just soak it all in.       S

     I again welcome you to my unpretentious blog. As always, I'm hoping to start writing more to appease the masses. It might actually happen this time!      For those of you who were not previously aware, I have moved to Colorado. My parents are serving at a ministry called New Horizons; if you don't know who New Horizons is, Google it. Their term/commitment is for two years. How long I will stay out here, however, I do not know. It could be till the beginning of 2016, or I could fall in love with the area and move out here forever. It's very open.       This week we had orientation so that we can know how to better assist the ministry, but I think it was simply explaining to us how we can better live our lives. Most of their training is basic insight, specifically pertaining to the christian walk, but also just normal life. They teach you how to be a part of a team. You learn what your spiritual gifts are, and how you can potentially use them. You learn how godl

"We were gonna be best friends forever - we always said that. She cried the whole day saying, 'oh,                        it's the end of an era!' I remember she left early.." - Mrs. Hudson       I feel like I keep thinking the word "era" a lot right now. I feel like I'm at the end of an era in my life right now.      As we pack to move to our new house, the truth is attempting to sink in. I say attempt since I'm having a hard time grasping any sort of reality right now. I've never packed up and moved any further than bedrooms across the hall, but now I'm suppose to somehow pack up my life and move. Twice. In seven weeks. A mere eighteen hours away. lovely.      My parents are moving all the way to Colorado to work for New Horizons Ministries for two years, and I am going with them. Going, yes. Coming back? We shall see. Being the seventeen-going-on-eighteen girl that I am, I have no clue what I'm going to be doing in a year, l