What I want out of life.

So Michele made a blog titled "Pressure" and it talked about college and how she feels the need to please everyone, I for one know where she is coming from. I don't know what I want out of life, and I don't plan to stress myself thinking over it(although I probably will anyways it's just how I am). I'm not sure when, if, or if I ever will go to college. The only thing I really have planned and this is only in hopes of doing it, is to travel. I don't plan to go to college, I don't plan on not going to college, and I hope that these things that I am not planning on doing don't upset Mom and or Dad, but, it's not my job to please them. There may be times(in fact these times are quite often) when I feel it's my job to please everyone and although I would very much like to I know it isn't going to happen so therefore I don't plan to fret over it. If it happens that is great, but if not, who cares, it's my life and I'm going to do the best I can to live it the way God and I want me to. You see, I have come to understand that if I try to please everybody then I know I won't be happy and sometimes my attempts to please someone may result in me straying from God and I would never want that so from now on I am through trying to please other people I only want to please God and myself, everyone else will have to get over it. I said all this to say that all I want out of life is to live it.

Michele strikes again!!!!

So Michele and I decided to play bat mitt(sp?) today. I beat her the first two games and had a good lead on the third game, I guess she got tired of losing cause she decided to hit me in the eye with the birdie. I couldn't see much but a blur for the rest of that game and the next in which she triumphed however, I decided to quit after the fourth game as I didn't want her to gloat over a third win :P! So there you have it Michele struck ferociously once more, first the pinky, then the baseball bat, and now this! What's next? I don't know if I want to find out 0_0

What I want to do....

Friday night at Bible study John-Mark asked me and/or my sister to lead them into song before the actuall Bible study. I didn't exactly jump at the chance or idea to sing, my throat had been hurting all morning, but as I began to sing I soon forgot my throat and only heard my voice. I don't know if anyone other then me or John-Mark felt it but I could have sworn I felt God's presence inside me as I was singing. The feeling that I was singing to God about how awesome and holy he is, the way he seemed so please that I was lifting him up was just an overwhelming experience. I suppose I never thought of it much but I have been thinking since then and I would love to feel like that any time I get the chance. I have always had the desire to do something for God and now I know what that something is.

To every hill that you walk up however, is the side that will take you back down. I have a pretty descent voice(I think) and with a voice like mine comes compliments... I, like anyone else, like receiving compliments however, I don't want to do this for the wrong reason. I don't want to sing to be seen in church. I want to pour my heart and desires into these songs and lay them at God's feet to do with as he will. This is truly what I want, to lead God's people into his presence through song.

Ew!

I was sitting at the laptop playing yoville on my facebook when dad entered the room.

"Sharron." He said gaining my attention. I acknowledged him and so he continued "I have a job for you."

'Yay me' was my first and foremost thought "ok" was my reply. He walked into the bathroom obviously wanting me to follow. I sighed and stood up from where I was sitting at the table and went into the bathroom where I found him hiding behind my door, I guess he had been wanting to scare me(he isn't to good at that but then again when it comes to me not many people are). I gave him a very weird look "what are you doing?" I asked raising an eyebrow. He looked rather dissapointed and then went on to tell me what he wanted me to do.

"Dump the water from this" he pointed to a metal rectangular container that was on the ground next to the toilet. "Into the toilet. Rinse it off and then put it outside to dry." I raised an eyebrow when he looked at me once more.

"What is that water from?" I asked looking at the questionable liquid held within the container.

He shrugged his shoulders and said "I don't know I think it's from the other day when the toilet flooded." My eye's widened and I suddenly started to feel sick 'was this punishment for foiling his attempt to scare me when I entered the bathroom? Why couldn't Michele do it? Why me....?' He must have seen that I didn't like the idea as he started laughing and patted my shoulder. "Don't forget to wash your hands afterwards!" He said pasted his laughter. He was still laughing when he left. Needless to say, I now feel very, very, very, icky.... :(

Troubles of life.

There are many different ways that life can be explained... It can be a gift for some, a curse for some, but whatever life is it is life and nothing can change that. Some people dread waking up in the morning, some people wake with a smile, and many don't even think about it it just is. I'm one of those people that see each day as a chance, a chance to do something more a chance to be something more. Each day I wake up with a smile on my face knowing I have been blessed with the opportunity to do something, whether that is hanging out with my friends, going to church, working, to spread Gods word, or simply the chance to take life as it comes my way and do my best even though I will more then likely fail. There was something a character on a movie(I forget which) said, "yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift" I for one very much agree with this. No matter what has me down in the dumps(normally me thinking to much and for to long about something) I always find a way to get past it. It has to be really bad to keep me down(like my sister being mad at me for no reason for example -_-), but no matter what I will always find a way to look beyond it.

Life always has a way to push me down but so long as my friends and God are here to pick me up I will be okay. A lady from our church told me that "When we fall we fall into loving arms and God will hold you untill you are ready to get back up." Those words will stick with me from now on and remind me that God is holding me and will never forget me no matter what troubles life may throw at me. Thank you God for letting there be someone around to remind me you are with me now and forever...