Days in the life of a God Lovin' Ballet Dancing 16 year old girl!!! :o)
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I am a 16 y/o christian girl. I love God, Ballet, figure skating, dogs, and kids!
My Favorite verses are the following:
2 Samuel 22:2 "The Lord is my Rock, My fortress, and My Savior",
Romans 6:23 "For the Wages of sin is death! But the gift of God is eternal Life through Christ Jesus our Lord."
and
Isaiah 40:31 "But those who wait on the Lord will renew their strength. They will mount up with wings like Eagles. They will Run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint."
I hope that as you read this blog you will see God's light shining through my words.
Bye4Now Now and have a Blessed day.
God Bless,
Katie
Wow! You are awesome! You are a true Biblical scholar, not just a hearer but a personal reader! The books, the characters, the events, the verses - you know it all! You are fantastic!
A Statment of Faith.
I Believe in the ONE True God. I Believe that He sent His ONE Son to DIE For ALL Sinners.
I Believe that WE Are ALL SINNERs In Nee of A SAVIOR. I Believe that we need to A-B-C.
A Accept That WE are Sinners. B Believe That Jesus Christ Died Was in the grave for Three
Days And on the Third Day He rose from the Dead. And C Confess our sins to Him and ask for Forgiveness.
That's it just A-B-C.
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GOOD STORY!
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"The Room"
. In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index-card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “Girls I Have Liked.” I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.
And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match.
A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I Have Betrayed.”
The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. “Books I Have Read,” “Lies I Have Told,” “Comfort I Have Given,” “Jokes I Have Laughed At.” Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve Yelled at My Brothers.” Others I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in My Anger,” “Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.” I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.
I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked “Songs I Have Listened To,” I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked “Lustful Thoughts,” I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.
An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: “No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!” In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn’t matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore “People I Have Shared the Gospel With.” The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.
But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus.
I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn’t bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one?
Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn’t anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn’t say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.
“No!” I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was “No, no,” as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn’t be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood.
He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don’t think I’ll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.”
I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written
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Awards
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Hello!
Hey there!
Here's what I've been doing.......
July 25th: All I really did was watch movies & go swimming.
26th: I got to see The Wizard of OZ the play.
27th: We went to the beach. We had so much fun!!!!!!! I buried Jen in the sand, Boogie Boarded, and even made a small sand castle!
28th: We got to go to Catalina Island. It was so beautiful! We took a boat ride there and back. At first I was nervous about being on the open sea. I finally found the hat I've been looking for all summer. It is a BIG floppy hat with a blue scarf tied around it. I also got a key chain in the shape of a boat with a little dolphin.
Speaking of dolphins we saw an entire family while we were on the boat. I also saw a whale!!!!
29th: we didn't do too terribly much. Mike went to an arcade/ mini golf place. While Jen & I went swimming.
Another thing we did the 29th was we experienced an enormas earthquake! It was so scary!
30th: We went to the Hunington Library for tea. It was so gorgeous!
And today we're going to Crazy Caleb's house to go swimming! I just hope I don't get a sunburn again like last time.
Bye4Now & God Bless,
Katie
Colossians 3 1 Since you have been raised to new life with Christ, set your sights on the realities of heaven, where Christ sits in the place of honor at God’s right hand. 2 Think about the things of heaven, not the things of earth.
