I usually post lyrics, because I'm cool like that, but I can't think of any that would work and are applicable. I guess "would work" and "are applicable" are basically the same thing in this scenario.
Just chillin in the library seventh period before yoga...but I guess today my mom's like "I don't wanna drive home with a crap-ton of people so I'm gonna pick you up early.
Uhh....55 minutes early. Making me miss yoga. I'm pretty neutral about yoga, but you only get a grade by being there, and I'm making it a goal to go at least four days a week. I've never been much of a ditcher but it's very tempting, since it's at the end of the day and the teacher really doesn't even notice if you're gone. Anyway.
I haven't gotten used to the fact that people I don't know follow me. I guess I've kiiinndddaa gotten used to it. What I haven't adjusted to is the fact that people actually care what I think. It hasn't gotten to the point where I'm like "hey followers, let's all get pregnant and start a cult!" and they'd actually do that. But, hey, why would I ever do that?
Sorry for my ramblings. I'll continue on. I went to the museum on Saturday and watched a planetarium...movie...I don't even know what to call it. It was narrated by Whoopi Goldberg and was really interesting, but it got me thinking.
If you think about creationism (and I know I'm opening a HUGE can of worms, I'm prepared to have rotten tomatoes thrown at me), it goes back all the way.
I have yet to talk extensively to somebody who believes otherwise, but I'm not really one for arguing, and, well, everybody I know (or at least those who have made their views apparent) feel VERY strongly for the topic and end up attacking me as a person (instead of my idea) in the end.
So, you can believe whatever you want when it comes to our ACTUAL creation, meaning human beings. God, oceanic sludge, I dunno, monkeys (which I'm not suggesting, but I couldn't think of a third option) could be believed.
But I'm not talking about humans. I'm talking about stars, galaxies, the universe itself.
If you think about big bang or whatever, the explosion of stars...
how the frick did that happen?
And if it did, in fact, happen (which I'm not denying or confirming, belief-wise), then where did the universe come from?
I just googled that question, not for my own knowledge...
but many people believe that it just...was.
What about time? What about mass? When did time start existing if it's always been there?
In a way, I feel like God is always the answer. And, in a way, He is. When I think of this, I think of the lyric in "How Great is Our God" that says
"Age to age, He stands, and time is in His hands, beginning and the end, beginning and the end"
I guess asking about the universe and its....being(?)....is like asking about God Himself. I will be the first to admit that I DEFINITELY don't know all the answers, but at least I know the only answer that works.
God.
Love,
Leah
1.30.2011
We are the righteous, Your creation.
I'm sorry if you're one of the people disappointed by my absence.
It's weird how people work.
I guess I'm saying it's weird how I work...since I've only ever been myself.
I had a lovely conversation with the lovely, lovely Emnet today. Which brings up a little subject which I will talk about then move on! It's crazy how much what you say can influence somebody, especially if you're like "hey, I like the way you do this" or even "I like this about you. That may sound weird."
Johnny was talking about it in drama today...how you don't realize how much something you do, some little tiny thing, can change the way somebody thinks completely. It makes it all worth it, in a way.
What's funny, and I don't mean to make Emnet feel like a creep or anything, but she's the second person that can quote me to myself. Sydney is the first, but she doesn't do it much anymore.
I'm back to blogging because of them, so if you find them, be sure to hug them (hopefully) or slap them across the face and be all "WHY DID YOU LET HER COME BACK?" in which case, you probably shouldn't be reading this. Anyway.
I started this blog because I felt like it. If you go back to my first post, it was May when I was a sophomore. We're comin up on two years, and I've changed SO much. How could one tiny thing done on a whim change somebody's mind so much? I used to use it as an outlet for emotions. If I felt something, oh boy, were you gonna hear about it!
But I feel like there's much more responsibility in writing blogs now. People ACTUALLY listen to what I say. I suppose this shocks me because I still feel like the same insecure 14 year old who started this blog. I don't remember what it was called at first, but it's evolved into elevation and stayed that way.
I guess I don't post as much because I don't feel like I have anything important to say. I'm saving up (minimum wage pays SO well, dontchaknow) for a laptop, so maybe I'll do vlogs just talking to you guys. I've been thinking about doing one of my testimony for some time now, since I don't tell many people, so that may happen!
If you'd ever like to donate to "leah's vlog fund," I accept cash. Personal checks, too, but if you give me a personal check, I'll lecture you on how only dinosaurs use personal checks and they're a pain in the BUTT for retail employees.
There's so much power in words, and I used to take that for granted....especially when talking about God.
I have difficulty writing, because words could never express how I feel about Him. Tears can't express, lifted hands can't express, bowed knees can't express just how crazy I am about Him.
I was gonna write a blog about space and the greatness of our God, but I'll save that for tomorrow.
I love you guys, and I appreciate the time you put into reading my blog. Thank you so much for encouraging me to write, because it challenges me to come up with things to write about! I guess it's God's way of making sure I really learned stuff that he taught me.
I also REALLY love when you leave comments.
What's weird about me is I also like hearing criticism....I mean, I don't like hearing criticism, and it's taken me a lot of time and tears to get to this place, but I appreciate it.
So. Sorry for prolonging the ending.
Love,
Lovely Leah
It's weird how people work.
I guess I'm saying it's weird how I work...since I've only ever been myself.
I had a lovely conversation with the lovely, lovely Emnet today. Which brings up a little subject which I will talk about then move on! It's crazy how much what you say can influence somebody, especially if you're like "hey, I like the way you do this" or even "I like this about you. That may sound weird."
Johnny was talking about it in drama today...how you don't realize how much something you do, some little tiny thing, can change the way somebody thinks completely. It makes it all worth it, in a way.
What's funny, and I don't mean to make Emnet feel like a creep or anything, but she's the second person that can quote me to myself. Sydney is the first, but she doesn't do it much anymore.
I'm back to blogging because of them, so if you find them, be sure to hug them (hopefully) or slap them across the face and be all "WHY DID YOU LET HER COME BACK?" in which case, you probably shouldn't be reading this. Anyway.
I started this blog because I felt like it. If you go back to my first post, it was May when I was a sophomore. We're comin up on two years, and I've changed SO much. How could one tiny thing done on a whim change somebody's mind so much? I used to use it as an outlet for emotions. If I felt something, oh boy, were you gonna hear about it!
But I feel like there's much more responsibility in writing blogs now. People ACTUALLY listen to what I say. I suppose this shocks me because I still feel like the same insecure 14 year old who started this blog. I don't remember what it was called at first, but it's evolved into elevation and stayed that way.
I guess I don't post as much because I don't feel like I have anything important to say. I'm saving up (minimum wage pays SO well, dontchaknow) for a laptop, so maybe I'll do vlogs just talking to you guys. I've been thinking about doing one of my testimony for some time now, since I don't tell many people, so that may happen!
If you'd ever like to donate to "leah's vlog fund," I accept cash. Personal checks, too, but if you give me a personal check, I'll lecture you on how only dinosaurs use personal checks and they're a pain in the BUTT for retail employees.
There's so much power in words, and I used to take that for granted....especially when talking about God.
I have difficulty writing, because words could never express how I feel about Him. Tears can't express, lifted hands can't express, bowed knees can't express just how crazy I am about Him.
I was gonna write a blog about space and the greatness of our God, but I'll save that for tomorrow.
I love you guys, and I appreciate the time you put into reading my blog. Thank you so much for encouraging me to write, because it challenges me to come up with things to write about! I guess it's God's way of making sure I really learned stuff that he taught me.
I also REALLY love when you leave comments.
What's weird about me is I also like hearing criticism....I mean, I don't like hearing criticism, and it's taken me a lot of time and tears to get to this place, but I appreciate it.
So. Sorry for prolonging the ending.
Love,
Lovely Leah
1.01.2011
Break My Heart for What Breaks Yours
2011. Nuff said.
I'm overwhelmed. Not stressed out, not six feet under, but overwhelmed. I'm overwhelmed with Him. For the longest time, I've prayed, "Break my heart for what breaks Yours."
I'll give you a little food for thought: think of what breaks God's heart. I think, because I've prayed this so often, it brings tears to my eyes.
A friend of mine has been battling quite a few things (that I'm not really going to get into), and the second I heard each one, tears filled my eyes. God's daughter, His lovely, the apple of His eye, is experiencing pain. She's experiencing hurt, sickness, and confusion. The more she seeks after Him, the more the enemy tries to rid her of her calling. My heart breaks for her.
I can feel bad for somebody. I can say, "poor her, she's going through so much. Hope she feels better!"
On the other hand, I could feel the heartbreak, look at her with compassion, and do my best to make sure she doesn't experience this.
I can't heal her myself. No amount of acupuncture needles, surgeries, medication, or even therapy could truly heal her. Tears, talks, and acceptance can't rid her of this.
I could spend the rest of my life trying with no avail.
Only the One who created healing can truly heal.
I love being able to have God's compassion for people...a glimpse of His true love for them leaves me speechless. It's being trusted with His vision that may seem like a burden, but is SO worth it.
Like I said in my last post, it could save somebody's life.
God knows how close she is to breaking, but he also knows exactly how strong she can be.
I hope this breaks your heart.
Leah
I'm overwhelmed. Not stressed out, not six feet under, but overwhelmed. I'm overwhelmed with Him. For the longest time, I've prayed, "Break my heart for what breaks Yours."
I'll give you a little food for thought: think of what breaks God's heart. I think, because I've prayed this so often, it brings tears to my eyes.
A friend of mine has been battling quite a few things (that I'm not really going to get into), and the second I heard each one, tears filled my eyes. God's daughter, His lovely, the apple of His eye, is experiencing pain. She's experiencing hurt, sickness, and confusion. The more she seeks after Him, the more the enemy tries to rid her of her calling. My heart breaks for her.
I can feel bad for somebody. I can say, "poor her, she's going through so much. Hope she feels better!"
On the other hand, I could feel the heartbreak, look at her with compassion, and do my best to make sure she doesn't experience this.
I can't heal her myself. No amount of acupuncture needles, surgeries, medication, or even therapy could truly heal her. Tears, talks, and acceptance can't rid her of this.
I could spend the rest of my life trying with no avail.
Only the One who created healing can truly heal.
I love being able to have God's compassion for people...a glimpse of His true love for them leaves me speechless. It's being trusted with His vision that may seem like a burden, but is SO worth it.
Like I said in my last post, it could save somebody's life.
God knows how close she is to breaking, but he also knows exactly how strong she can be.
I hope this breaks your heart.
Leah
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