Thursday, April 30, 2015

Start the Love

When people who don’t know Christ think about Christians, they often think “Hypocrites.”
And I hate to say it, but are they right?
Because a lot of times, I’d have to say, I agree with them. 
A lot of times people say, “I want nothing to do with God, because every Christian I know says they believe one thing, but then they do the exact opposite.”
And that’s true, too. A lot of times, we mess up, and we don’t represent Christ as well as we should. 
But to the people that think that: 
We are people too. 
We mess up too. A lot. 
& We aren’t perfect. Not even close. 
And we can be judgmental, just like everyone else. 

Even though we have Christ living in us, that doesn’t mean we never mess up.
In fact, it means we know that we mess up, but we are saved by grace, regardless.

I have heard many words come out of the mouths of people following Christ that would make someone want to stay away as far away from the Christian faith as possible.
“Gays are disgusting.”
“He murdered- he deserves death."
“They should have just shot him right there.”
“Maybe instead of begging for money he should just get off his butt and go get a job”

We are so quick to judge. 
But Church, what in the world are we doing?

By treating people this way, judging without knowledge, making assumptions and things, how many people are we pushing away from wanting to know Christ?
Why are we so prideful? Do we think we are more deserving of love than these people? Because we aren’t. 
If God’s love for all people is equal, and we are supposed to follow in the image of God, shouldn’t we be trying to do the same?

The decisions we make have never made God stop loving us, or even love us any less. 
So why should the decisions other people make keep us from treating them like human beings? Or keep us from loving them, or even just liking them? Or just treating them with respect?

They may decide to be gay, they may decide to commit crime, maybe they just make decisions we wouldn’t make. But why should that stop us from loving them like the Father has loved us? That’s right. It shouldn’t. 
You don’t have to agree with someone’s decisions to show them the love of Christ. 
The goal isn’t to change their mind. The goal isn’t to change them. I mean sure, that’s the ultimate goal, to help them change to a life of living for Christ. But before we can even do anything close to that, we just have to LOVE THEM first. 

Love isn’t judgmental. Love isn’t putting people down.
Love is encouraging. Love is accepting. Love is love. 

So we have to stop being hypocrites! We have to stop hating! We aren’t going to get it right all the time. 

But we have to start loving, and we have to start now. 

Friday, April 24, 2015

My Special Olympics Rant

Here’s my rant for the day
Today is what our school calls Strut and Stroll, where we spend time walking around the gym, to raise money for special olympics. So in other words, it is a special olympics fundraiser. 
My second hour teacher got into a debate with a student in my class. I heard someone arguing that having special olympic fundraising during school is completely inappropriate because it’s not educational. She also stated that, “our taxes are for students to go to school and get an education and fundraising for special olympics does not do that.

To say the least, I was angry. I’m pretty sure there was steam coming out of my ears. 
Here’s what I have to say. 
I have always had a heart for the disabled. They are my personal passion, and they inspire me. 

On that note, special education fundraising is SO educational. 
Why?
Because raising awareness is vital. By taking time out of our day to raise money for special olympics, we are learning about human decency. We are learning that despite our different minds and capabilities, people are people, and we need to support each other regardless. 
Learning human decency is much more educational than half of the stuff we learn in our classes, because human decency is actually stuff we will need to use and should use in our everyday lives. 

By doing this: we are teaching acceptance of others. We are teaching equality between all people. We are teaching opportunity equality as well. We are teaching love. And what is more important in life than love? 

No, it isn’t the same type of learning we do in our classes, but seriously, it’s one day. We can’t take ONE DAY to show kids with special olympics that they matter?

And regarding the “taxes” issue…No, I don’t personally pay taxes, but my parents do. But if I were a parent, I would say, "you’re going to take my taxes for one day, even though you aren’t teaching algebra and history? Oh, wait, what’s that? You’re going to be fundraising for kids with special needs? Well heck with algebra. Take my taxes anyway.”

Yes, taxes are a pain in the butt, and yes, it’s money going away. But seriously, it’s ONE DAY. One day in 9 months of school. 
If you don’t want to support kids with special needs, that’s your own issue. But you don’t need to talk about how you disagree with it, because that’s just rude. 

I say “Love.”
I say “Forget schoolwork for one day.”

You don’t have to agree with me, but I’m not here to make you agree with me. 

Special olympics awareness and fundraising during school is not only convenient, it is educational in it’s own way.


 Just accept. Just encourage. Just love. 

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Through All Of It

I heard this song on the way to school a couple of days ago and I am in love.
Through all of it, by Colton Dixon
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did


There are days I've taken more than I can give
And there are choices that I made
That I wouldn't make again
I've had my share of laughter
Of tears and troubled times
This is has been the story of my life

You were there when it all came down on me
And I was blinded by my fear
And I struggled to believe
But in those unclear moments
You were the one keeping me strong
This is how my story's always gone

I have won and I have lost
I got it right sometimes
But sometimes I did not
Life's been a journey
I've seen joy, I've seen regret
Oh and You have been my God
Through all of it

And this is who You are
More constant than the stars up in the sky
All these years of our lives
I, I look back and I see You
Right now I still do
And I'm always going to

I have won and I have lost
I got it right sometimes
But sometimes I did not
Life's been a journey
I've seen joy, I've seen regret
Oh and You have been my God

Through all of it

Monday, April 20, 2015

"Quotes"

I love quotes. So here are a few of my favorites.

The beauty of life is that it is too ironic to fully understand. It takes sadness to know what happiness is, noise to appreciate silence, and absence to value presence.
              -I think this is how life is supposed to be. It teaches us to be appreciative for everything we have been given. 

Fear only has the power we give it.
              -If you don't give fear the confidence of knowing it's capability, then you have nothing to be fearful of. 

You see the depths of my heart and you love me the same.
              -Love this song! Nothing you could every do could change how much God loves you!

He will cover you with his feathers and under his wings you will find refuge.
             -I just love picturing this in my mind. A great God with great big "wings" covering us all in His love and grace. 

When life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate. When life is bitter, say thank you and grow.
            -James 1:2-8, 12 Consider it pure joy whenever you face trials of many kinds, 3 because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. 4 Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. 5 If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you. 6 But when you ask, you must believe and not doubt, because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. 7 That person should not expect to receive anything from the Lord. 8 Such a person is double-minded and unstable in all they do.12 Blessed is the one who perseveres under trial because, having stood the test, that person will receive the crown of life that the Lord has promised to those who love him.

Faith prays for rain and brings an umbrella.
            -Faith is believing and knowing that in the end, God will still be by your side. 

She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful for the way she thought. She was beautiful for that sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful for her ability to make otter people smile even if she was sad. No she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. 
            -This reminds me of how to be a Proverbs 31 woman. 

Until God opens the next door, praise him in the hallway.
            -Praise God no matter what stage of your life you are in, because you are God's work in progress and the final product is fantastic. 

God can restore what is broken and change it into something amazing. All you need is faith. 
            -God can turn anything upside down and change it in amazing ways!


The chains won’t fall until you do.
            -You must first fall on your knees in order for your chains to shatter on the ground.







Thursday, April 16, 2015

Second Chances.


"There’s no shame in beginning again. For you get a chance to build bigger and better than before."

Of course, this is a common rule in life, but I'm going to relate it to theater today. 
Every time I do a show, right before the last show, the directors will tell us to go all out 100% because it will be the last chance we get, and you don't want to regret it!

The nice thing about theater, (and life), is we are often given multiple chances. In theaters, if you mess up during the first show, you have four more shows to try and get it right, which is actually pretty nice. :)

But the same goes for life. Every day is a chance to live your life differently, bigger, and better. 
If you make a decision you wish you wouldn't have made, you have the next day to decide to make a different one. 

If you mess up something one day, you have the chance to go and fix it the next day. 

If you've been living day to day, with the same old dreadful schedule, each day is a new chance to go an do something new and amazing. 

We won't ever realize just how many chances God throws our way! Half the time we don't even notice them!

Of course, sometime in our life, there won't be a tomorrow to go and do things over. So what are you waiting for? If you have the chance to change today, then don't wait! Because there may not be a chance to do it tomorrow! 

Sometimes we are afraid of our second chances. We get afraid that we may just mess things up a second time, or we may be afraid that things are just too unfixable. But, we won't ever know until we try. And if it doesn't work the second time, who says we don't have a third or fourth or fifth chance?

But you see, if God so graciously gives us second chances every day, we must be willing to do the same for everyone else. Because no one deserves a second chance more than someone else. The murderer, prisoner, homeless...they deserve second chances, too. And third, and fourth, and fifth chances. Just. Like. Us. 

What's the point of God giving us grace if we aren't going to give it to others? 
"Go forward and do the same."
See, we tend to think that if someone could do something as bad as murder, or steal, then they just deserve to die right then and there. 

But so do we. 

Every day is a new chance. It's just a matter of whether or not we take advantage of it. 

Monday, April 13, 2015

What Show Week Means to Me

Tech is over, and tonight starts dress rehearsals. 
50% Yay!! 50% yay. 

So here’s a little bit about what show week means to me.

Late nights at rehearsals, meaning not even getting home until 10, which is usually when I’m asleep.
Yes I know I sleep early, but I love my sleep. 

Lots of weird food. There ain’t no time for normal meals!

Show week consists of lots of snacking, not a ton of real food. 

Show week means ripping out your hair. Literally. With mic tape. And man it hurts like crazy. 

Show week means a room full of disorganized buckets, filled with food, clothes, hairspray, lipstick, fake hair, and toothbrushes. 
Face wipes, bobby pins, cotton swabs, 

Show week means literally running out of school as the final bell rings, trying to make it home by at least 3:45. 
Then having 45 minutes to get into full costume, makeup, and hair, and make your dinner, and then leave at 4:30 so you have time to drive to rehearsal and make it there on time. 

Show week means being exhausted, sitting in class having no idea what’s going on because you’re either too tired to think, or your just thinking too much about the rehearsal or show you have that night. 

Show week means your face breaking out. Because no matter how many times you wash your face, it almost always manages to happen. 

Show week means sometimes losing your temper, and having people ask, “Dude what’s got you in a mood?”

Show week means trying to get energized without caffeine because you want to keep your voice healthy. 

Show week means getting in your car, giving yourself eye massages, and blaring your music as loud as it can go so that you don’t fall asleep on the half hour drive home. 

Show week means giving lots of grace and lots of support.


Though show week can be pretty rough, it’s totally worth it. 

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Having a Healthy Heart

So I know when you read the title of this blog, you were probably thinking that this post is going to teach you how to have a healthy spiritual heart. But that's actually not it.
This is about what my life has been like, and what it is like now, having a LITERAL healthy heart.
My "About Me" page, goes into a little bit of detail about this issue that I had, but I'm here to tell you the story. Why? Because yesterday, I celebrated four years with a healthy heart, and I don't believe it's something I'm supposed to stay quiet about. 

I'm four years old, right? So, I'm heading to the doctor to get my ear-tubes taken out (or something like that.) When the doctor was doing the surgical procedure, they had put me on a heart reader, like they would with any other patient. But while they were working on my ears, they noticed by watching the heart reader, that my heart beat very, very odd. This had them really worried. So they sent me to Children's Mercy to get it checked out. So at age four, I was diagnosed with:
AV Node Re-Entry Tachycardia
otherwise known as, "my heart beats weird."

I was put on pills to regulate my heartbeat until I turned 8 years old. Then April 4, 2007, I went in to have my first surgery (which was supposed to be my only surgery). I was hysteric. Because I pretty much thought that surgery meant death. When I got out of surgery, I was covered in iodine, my throat was sore (from the breathing tube), and I had some weird scar bumps on my very upper thighs. And all I wanted was a watermelon slushie, which didn't come up so well later. 

When I was released to go home later that day, my whole family was there to be with me. Then that day, or the day after, my parents told me to sit on the fireplace because they had something to tell me. I was really thinking it was going to be good news. But instead, they told me that my surgery did not work, because my heart was too small to do the operation on. Of course, I broke out into tears. 

I continued my medicine and check ups until February of 2011, when my cardiologist decided my heart was most likely full grown and ready to be operated on. So on February 11, I went into my second surgery. I don't remember this one as well as the others. Though, I do remember that afterward, I got in the car to go home. I distinctly remember my mom saying, "You won't have to have another heart surgery again." 
I said, "Promise?"
And she said, "Promise."

The day after my surgery, I was sitting at the kitchen table eating grapefruit. Why is that so significant? Because the pills I had taken all my life had disabled me from eating grapefruit because it would contradict the medicine's work. and it was my favorite fruit. As I was sitting there eating, my heart did a dance. And not a good one. And it kept going. 

When it stopped, I told my mom that my heart was beating weird, and she assured me that it was just because the surgery was still doing its work. But it continued for a few more weeks, until we decided to go back to the cardiologist, where he informed me that I would have to have a third surgery. 

We decided on April 4, 2011. I remember on the way home, I was upset because my mom had promised me that I would never have to have another surgery, and here I was. 

This surgery is the one I remember the most. My whole family came. My grandma had bought me a metal angel, which she gave to me in the waiting room at like 4am before the surgery. I loved it so much, I wanted to take it into surgery with me, but I could not, because I couldn't have anything on me but the gown. I remember I was totally freaking out. I had asked my mom if she could come to the bathroom with me, so she followed me there. I told her that I did not want to die, and that I was scared I was going to die, and I loved her so much and I wanted to be able to see everyone again. 

The anesthesiologist gave me lots of calming medicine before taking me back into surgery. I distinctly remember going out into the hallway, and lying down on the all while hospital bed. I remember them rolling me down the long hallway, as my family surrounded me. They were all crying. Even my grandpa, and my great uncle, both of whom I had never seen even the least bit emotional. I made sure every single one of them came to my bedside so I could tell them that I loved them. 

Then they took me into the operating room, where they sat me up and had me slide over onto the surgery table. The anesthesiologist asked me if I would like to hold the mask to my own face, or have her do it. She handed me the mask, and I put it over my mouth, and like both surgeries before, I prayed. I prayed so hard. Then I had a panic attack and I lifted the mask off of my face, but the nurse took her arm and slammed it on. I tried to hit her a few times, but I was so weak. And so for the 8 seconds or so that it took me to black out, I prayed for every single second, because I had never been so scared. 

If you've never had surgery, it feels super weird. It feels like this: 
1. You black out
2. You immediately wake up after blacking out
It feels like there's no time in between. 

When I woke up in a little room with a curtain, a TV in the top left corner, and my family around me, I knew I was alive and that everything was okay. There was 13 year old boy in the room next to mine. In his lifetime, he had gone through 36 surgeries, many of them being open heart. I remember being thankful. 

They eventually unhooked me from all of the IV's and tubes and such so I could leave. 
I went back to the cardiologist a year later, and he cleared me until I turn 18-21 years old. And here I am, still healthy and living, and my heart beating normally. Because God can do more than we could ever imagine. 
Dad and I doing our famous "thumbs up" post that we did after every one of my surgeries. 


A little bit about av nodal reentrant tachycardia:
*is a type of tachycardia (fast rhythm) of the heart
*mostly contain palpitations (Palpitations are a perceived abnormality of the heartbeat characterized by awareness of heart muscle contractions in the chest: hard beats, fast beats, irregular beats, and/or pauses)
*Can be fixed with cardiac ablation
          -Ablation usually uses long, flexible tubes inserted through a vein in your groin (causing scars on the upper thigh) and threaded to your heart to correct structural problems in your heart that cause an arrhythmia.
         -Works by scarring or destroying tissue in your heart that triggers an abnormal heart rhythm

Sources: Wikipedia and Mayo Clinic

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Rehearsal Blog Day 1

Okay, so I know I haven't posted in a couple of weeks, but I am no longer dry of blog ideas.
This week and next week I will be preparing for a musical that I am a part of, The Pirates of Penzance. With the show being next weekend, I'm not sure how much time I will have to share with you guys, but I'm going to try.

These next couple of blogs probably won't be like my normal posts, but you gotta change up some stuff every know and then!

So these next couple of weeks, I will be sharing with you what my daily schedule looks like during Tech Week, Dress Rehearsal Week, and Show Week. I will also be sharing my thought processes throughout the day, which could get pretty interesting. So stay tuned.

And here comes the first one.


Wednesday, April 8
Last night, I went straight from school to math tutoring for an hour. Following that, I went to Subway to pick up some dinner for myself, and then I headed straight to rehearsal. Upon arriving, I was kindly bombarded by a group of 60-something Jesus loving theater kids. (That gets fun :)
Last night's rehearsal was for us to try and get through the whole show...which didn't exactly happen, but that's not the point.

My character, Isabel, enters the show at page 30. So from page 1-25, I scarfed down my sub, and quickly finished my biology homework. Then as soon as I hit the stage, I never got off until rehearsal ended.

Meanwhile....

During the first song, I skipped up on stage just like I'm supposed to. I took my place for the dance. And then I stood there with a huge blank look on my face, because I could not for the life of me remember a single move in the dance. *Brain Fart*
When I finally snapped back in, I pranced around with a cheesy smile on my face (because that's my character).

When my first solo came, I walked up to the microphone, because I totally forgot I had a face mic on. *Heaves a sigh*

And then I had to learn how to stage kiss my "dad" on the cheek. Which they then made us redo 5 times. Everyone got a huge laugh out of that!

It's not that rehearsals are terrible. And it's not like our directors work us to death or anything. In fact, they're all pretty awesome. :) It's just that rehearsals are hard work, because putting on a show is hard work.

Since I might be mentioning people in the next couple of blogs, I'll give you a little insight on who they are.
Mrs. Shannon- the kind "headmaster". Good at giving you advice on how to be a better actor.
Mr. Nick- helps teach a plethora of things.
Mrs. Lillian- the super sweet dance director.
Mrs. Sarah- helps teach voice. Very kind, and reserved (in a good way:)
Mrs. Amy-Oh my. Voice teacher. Hilarious. Energetic. Can be very serious, but only when she realllly needs to be. She just cracks me up.
Chloe, Grace, Dalyn, Katie, Zoe, Beckah- just a few of my amazing friends. (please don't be offended if I did not put your name, just don't want to make this too long:)
Faith-My little Junior buddy. So sweet, talks a lot, and says the cutest things!
Elijah, Michael, Zack- some of my "dude friend actors. :P

So that was Rehearsal Blog Day 1.
Stay tuned. Because trust me, things are about to get interesting.
Pics to come later!

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