What I've Been Thinking About

You're probably thinking "Oh no...she's been thinking! What random, crazy thing is she posting now??" Well this time it's not so random or crazy. If that's what you were looking forward to then my apologies. You'll have to wait a little bit longer. I've actually been thinking about something serious. *waits for gasps* Yeah, I know =P

Anyway, It's not long or detailed, but it works. Have fun. =)

We are all sinners. Every human being is a filthy, wretched sinner guilty of so many things. (Romans 3:23)

We are so very unworthy of the love that God has given us. (Psalm 8:4-5, Genesis 32:10)

God is holy, righteous, unchanging, just, all-knowing, all-powerful, merciful, and so much more. He is completely perfect.

We humans are weak, selfish, prideful, cruel, unloving, and all around rotten. Completely imperfect.

We sometimes (probably more often than not) look at ourselves and think we're so great and important. But when we look back at God and see all He is compared to ourselves, we realize how small and insignificant we really are. We are nothing. Absolutely worthless.

Yet, God still loves us...and there's nothing that will make Him stop.

Because we are sinners we deserve to die. (Romans 6:23) But because God loved us so much, He had mercy on us. God sent His Son, Jesus, to die in our place.

How awesome is that?? God loves us *that* much. He sent His only  SON to die a painful, humiliating death on the cross just so we wouldn't have to...

Every time I think about this I am amazed. Completely and utterly amazed.

~Meg~

Just a Short Little Post

Dear relations, acquaintances, hostile parties, and creepy stalkers,
I have just one thing to say tonight.

My boyfriend, that would be Nate in case you had forgotten, is awesome. I'd say "My boyfriend is better than your boyfriend" but I think that would be a little immature and some people would beg to differ. Yeah. Anyway, I love him lots. =)

~*squiggly*~Megs

Christ Our Life

So, I've been thinking for a couple days about what to post next. I was going to post something silly and random, but a couple things changed that. Our church missionary conference was this weekend. The theme was "Christ our life". Every message preached was about making God our life. It was a very challenging conference. Also, I read two blog posts in the past day. One was written by Nate and one was written by my mom. Both are terrific posts that I recommend you read. Nate's: http://sidereallypensive.blogspot.com/2011/03/loneliness-and-solitude-are-two-things.html


Mom's: http://thatoneneedfulthing.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-thing-is-needful-and-mary-hath.html


After reading Nate's post last night I prayed for a long time and I stayed up far later than I should have writing a blog post. Up until 10 minutes ago I fully planned on typing it out and posting it, but then I found out that my mom made a blog! *see above*
She told me the name and I read it. It was great. It reminded me of a song that I've sung several times at various teen events. I decided that instead of what I wrote last night, I'd post part of the song. I find it extremely fitting

                                                   One Needful Thing

                                                     Joe Zichterman

Vs. 2

When Thou sayest, "Seek me early," Thy face, Lord, will I seek,

For Thou art my soul's exceeding great reward.

While abounding in Your service, may men's record of us be

That we've spent much time in secret in the presence of our Lord

Chorus

That one needful thing, that one needful thing.

As the sacrifice of praise we humbly bring.

As Thine own peculiar treasure

created for thy pleasure,

May we not neglect that one needful thing

So, people, let's not neglect Christ. The one who cares for us and loves us. Let's make Him top priority in our lives.

Philippians 3:7-14 (NASB)

7 But whatever things were gain to me, those things I have counted as loss for the sake of Christ.

8 More than that, I count all things to be loss in view of the surpassing value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them but rubbish so that I may gain Christ,

9 and may be found in Him, not having a righteousness of my own derived from the Law, but that which is through faith in Christ, the righteousness which comes from God on the basis of faith,

10 that I may know Him and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death

11 in order that I may attain to the resurrection from the dead.

12 Not that I have already obtained it or have already become perfect, but I press on so that I may lay hold of that for which also I was laid hold of by Christ Jesus.

13 Brethren, I do not regard myself as having laid hold of it yet; but one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and reaching forward to what lies ahead,

14 I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.

We Never Once Talked About Blow Dryers

...and we're not going to start now. There really isn't much to say about it. Although, the definition of "blow dryer" on Dictionary.com kinda made me chuckle. Why? I don't know. I'm weird like that.
blow-dry·er
[bloh-drahy-er]
–noun
a small, usually hand-held electrical appliance that dries hair by emitting a stream of warm air




Now that we've covered that random subject, I'll get on with the real topic...
I know it's not quite spring yet but this is a springy glob post. (that actually sounds kinda gross. Sweet.)

There are few things I like more than spring (God, Nate, My family/friends, and tacos. In that order.)

I like the way the air feels and tastes when spring is just starting to show its face. It just makes me so happy. Seriously, it's been so nice the past couple days and I've been bouncing off the walls. Sadly, the weather can't make up its mind on weather it wants to be uber nice or cold. As long as there's no more snow I'm good.

There are several things I like about spring:

1. No more snow. I like snow and all but...there's been way too much this year.

2. No more coats. I. Hate. Coats.

3. the flip flops can come out! (Well, sometimes.) I know that flip-flops aren't the safest shoe choice, I have scars on my foot to prove it, but it's the closest I can get to not wearing shoes. =)

4. The windows in the house can be open. There's nothing opening a window to let the stale, winter air out.

5. The windows in the car can be rolled down. Yay air!

6. I can sit on the soccer field and read or just sit around doing nothing with a certain boy

7. Daffodils. They're my favorite. (They don't last too long which causes me much sadness.)

8. Lilacs.

9. Green grass.

10. Rain. *also see "Things I don't like about spring"

11. Puddles. *loves puddles*

12. Mud

13. Climbing trees.

14. The word "spring" itself. It's awesome. *says spring over and over* you should try it! While your at it say "springy" hehe

Things I don't like about spring:

1. Dead snowmen.

2. The few stray spots of black snow that are too stubborn to melt. I honestly hate it. It's just...sad. Snow shouldn't be dirty like that.

3. Too much rain/melted snow = flooded basements.

4. Allergies. Personally, I don't have them. I added it for the people that do. May I offer you a tissue and a hug?
5. Bugs. Namely, spiders. I. Hate. Spiders. They scare me. a lot.

Um, that's it.

(I kinda like abrupt endings. (Except in books and lives of people.) It confuses people. Ha.)

Pie? Pi.

*trumpets play* *dances*

Hi!

Today is March 14.

3/14.

*grins*

 

If you have not yet realized what March 14 is let me explain. It's Pi day! You know 3.14159265 and so on. *shrug* I'm really not much of a math person but for some reason I've always liked Pi. I mean, it sounds like PIE! Oh, and it has an awesome symbol...

 

See?

Ok I'm going to add more 'cause I feel like Pi isn't appreciated enough.

 

This was glowish. I like glowish.

Sorry, I liked that too much not to put it on.

 

Nate has a sweatshirt kinda like this. I secretly hope he wears it today. *grin*

Ok, enough with the pictures. How about a...video! Yay!
Awhile ago I stumbled upon a video called "What Pi sounds like". When I saw it I thought "Wow, this is awesome. I'm going to post it on my blog!" I think it's only appropriate to post it today. After all, it is Pi day...
So, if you like music and Pi then you should watch this *nods*

Also, in honor of Pi...I made PIE! *dances* I like pie. I like making it, eating it, and smashing it in peoples faces. Well, at least I think I'd like that. I can't say I've ever done it. Cupcakes? That's a different story...=)

 

 

Brownie pie =)

Ok, well that's all. Happy Pi Day people!!! Go on, go recite the digits of Pi as far as you can.

3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197 (I cheated. I only know up to 10 digits.)

Look After You

I'm a sappy, romanticish person. I secretly love fairy tales. The princess, the knight in shining armor, the prince, the awesome kingdom with the flippin' sweet castle. I love sappy letters, poems and stuff like that. Every now and then I like a cliche chick flick. Yeah. Not a lot of people know that...

What I'm about to say is sort of a sappy story. If you're one of those people who don't like sappy things then you have two options.

First option: Don't read any further. This seems like the easiest and most sanitary thing to do.

Second option: Get a barf bag. This is a pretty good option but it might get messy...*shrug* 

Alright so for you anti-romantic/sappy people, choose your option because this is where my story starts:

I'm 16. I'm in a serious relationship. I'm in love with this dude. His name is Nate and he's amazing. Even though we have only been dating 9 months today,  I believe that he is the one I'm going to marry and spend the rest of my life with.

Now, you might be thinking "You're only 16! You can't you possibly know that!" or "Are you crazy?" or something like that.  Yes, I'm young, Yes, I know that. And yes, I'm crazy.

There's a nifty story that goes along with this. You know...the one about how I got here to this point in my life --how I know. Obviously there's a lot of this story that is still unwritten, but it'll be written in due time. In God's time actually. He's the One writing this awesome story, not me. I shall give you the shortened version of mine and Nate's dating adventure.

When I was younger (around the age of ten) I made a decision. It was a pretty big decision for a kid. I decided that I wouldn't date just for the sake of dating or just to say I have a boyfriend. I told myself that I wouldn't date any guy unless he was the kind of guy I wanted to marry. I wanted to date as little as possible. If I only had one or maybe two boyfriends my entire life would be just fine with me. Years later that is exactly what I have done.

Alright, so now let me just say that I never thought I'd be dating this young, let alone find "the one". I always thought I'd be at least 17 or in college before I started dating. I never thought my parents would let me either. Honestly, neither did they. Then some guy came along and changed everything.

In Augst 2009 a new family started attending our church. There were two boys who seemed to be around the age of my brother and me. The first time I noticed them was at a Wednesday night prayer meeting. They sat right in front of us. I noticed the tall boy on the far right. For some reason he intrigued me. I found myself wondering what his name was, how old he was, and, for whatever reason, if he had a girlfriend. After church my parents went to introduce themselves. A little while later I joined my mom who was introducing herself to the tall dude. Somewhat awkwardly, she introduced me. It turns out that this dude was Nate Miller. Intersting. He seemed nice and I thought that maybe we could be friends.

After we got home I said to Mom, "That Nate guy seemed nice." Mom replied, "Yeah, he's cute too! You should date him." That's where I stopped with the nice thoughts of friendship. I wanted nothing to do with him.

A couple months passed and some things changed. I got to know Nate better and realized that he was an awesome dude. So I asked him to be my friend. Soon after that we became best friends. And then not long after that I realized I liked him a lot. He loved God, he was nice to everyone, and we had more than a little in common.

I really didn't know what to do about these feelings. Did I tell him and risk losing a friendship or just bite my tongue and not say anything? So I prayed, and one night as I was praying about it I started crying.  I didn't sleep much that night so when I got up in the morning I felt...sad. I really just wanted to talk to my best friend because I knew that somehow he would make me feel happier. When Nate finally logged on to Facebook that afternoon it all just sort of came out. It turned out...he liked me too! Yay!

So lots of stuff happened after that. We prayed a lot about dating, we talked to our parents, and, after we were sure this is what God wanted for us, he finally talked to my dad. We thought dad said no and we were sad; then we realized it was a misunderstanding and we could date.  Yay!

We didn't rush things. We held hands after 4 or 5 days, but we didn't hug until we had dated a month. Now, our dating wasn't really "dating". I can't say that we ever really had a first date. He wasn't (and isn't) allowed to drive me places and we spend most of our time at each other's houses with our families. For the first few months we stared at each other, colored, and watched movies. At 8 months that still pretty much what we do. The coloring not so much any more. We mostly watch movies, play games, and talk. Most people would say it's pretty boring, but we have fun. Probably more fun than other teenagers. =P

After talking to both sets of our parents and praying, around our third month of dating he said that he loved me. Which was awesome because I was in love with him. How could I not be? He loves God more than anything, he respects me and my parents, and he does what's best for me --basically he's everything I prayed for.

So, as you can see, this really wasn't too much of our idea. It was all God. As I said before, we both never thought we'd be in any sort of serious relationship so young. Nate and I both thought that we'd find someone in college or something. We pretty much changed that for each other. God brought him into my life (and me into Nate's life) at just the right time -- right when He knew we both needed a best friend.

This is where my story comes to an end. This was in no way the full story. It's super condensed for the sake of time, but you should get the point. As I said before, I'm 16. I'm in love with an amazing person. Maybe I am crazy to be in a serious relationship while I'm still so young but I know this is God's plan for me and I'm more than happy with that. =)

There now, steady love, so few come and don't go
Will you won't you, be the one I'll always know
When I'm losing my control, the city spins around
You're the only one who knows, you slow it down
 

Oh, oh...be my baby...I'll look after you.

-Look After You by The Fray <3

To Panic or Not to Panic. That is the Question.

Try to stay calm. Take a deep breath. For today, March 9th, is Panic Day. Can you handle today? Awesome, I was worried for a moment.
Hopefully, everything is going swimmingly in your life, and you have no need for this day. But, if problems and troubles are looming, try to hold off hitting the panic button until this day arrives.
Don't worry. Don't fret. and, above all, don't panic. However, if ever there was a day to panic, today is that day.
I vote that you don't get out of bed. Or...if you're reading this you might alright be out of bed (unless you have a laptop...). In that case, grab some food, a good book or movie, and get back in bed and pull the covers over your head! Another option would be to grab a towel and run around screaming and panicking. *nods*


Anyway, part of this post might be a little bit ironic, but I love irony so it's all good!
Let me explain...


Recently I read "The Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy" (Note: It was an ok book. It was funny in spots, kinda sketchy in spots, and really boring in spots. I may or may not recommend it.) so now everytime I think of "panic" I think of that. Maybe I should explain further...Or maybe I'll skip the explanation and just add a bunch of  awesome
Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy" quotes. I think I'll do that... 
"It is said that depite its many glaring (and occasionally fatal inaccuracies, the Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy itself has outsold the Encyclopedia Galactica because it is slightly cheaper, and because it has the words "Don't Panic" in large, friendly letters on the cover." (This is why "panic" reminds me of Hitchikers Guide.)

"The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy has a few things to say on the subject of towels.
A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value - you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to- hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you - daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have "lost". What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with."

Ford: That's awkward.


The Book: What to do if you find yourself stuck with no hope of rescue: Consider yourself lucky that life has been good to you so far. Alternatively, if life hasn't been good to you so far, which given your present circumstances seems more likely, consider yourself lucky that it won't be troubling you much longer.

"If I ever meet myself I'll hit myself so hard I won't know what's hit me."

One of the things Ford Prefect had always found hardest to understand about humans eas their habit of continually stating and repeating the very very obvious, as in "It's a nice day", or "You're very tall" or "Oh dear you seem to have fallen down a thirty-foot well, are you all right?"

"I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don't know the answer."

"Listen, three eyes, don't you try to outweird me, I get stranger things than you free with my breakfast cereal."

Ok. I'll stop now. I think that's enough. If you actually read this far...kudos. You're awesome.

So, people of earth or the surrounding areas, don't panic. Unless it's March 9th, then you may panic all you'd like. =)

~The end~ (The squiggleys weren't really necessary. I just like them.)

For the love of...tacos.

I really wasn't planning on globbing again so soon, but tonight something presented itself. It might have well been holding a sign saying, "Glob about me!" If you'd like, I shall explain.


I have a thing for tacos. It's no small thing either. I love tacos. More than is probably considered normal. I would probably eat tacos everyday if I could. (On second thought, that might be a bad idea. If I ate tacos everyday I might get sick of them. Frankly, that would be tragic.) I like all tacos except for fish. (I live by the "Fish are friends not food" rule*)
Today I went over Nate's house (Note: Nate is my boyfriend.) as I do every Tuesday. Shortly after I arrived, his brother Josh said something about "tacoroni and cheese". As soon as I heard "taco" I was curious. Let me tell you, tacoroni and cheese just might be one of the best things I have ever eaten. That boy is a genius. (Josh may be the only person who loves tacos more than me.)


Now that you're probably curious as to what this "tacoroni and cheese" thing is, I'll describe it.
Imagine a soft tortilla. Then add taco meat, cheese, lettuce, sour cream, whatever you add to your normal taco. Now, add mac and cheese to that. Yeah, amazing right?
Ok, maybe you're thinking "Um, gross..." I wish I could say, "That was my first thought, but it turned out great!" Alas, I cannot say that. I was eager to try it from the start. I'm not always afraid of trying foods mixed together. I try various things together. Like...fried pickles (totally recommended). Steak fries dipped in chocolate (don't try it.).
Anyway, it really was amazing. What's better than tacos and mac and cheese? I honestly suggest you try it as soon as you can. If you don't like it, fine, whatever. Not a problem. Now, if you tell me you don't like tacos...well, that's a whole 'nother story...>_>


Three cheers for tacos! *cheers*


That's all I have to say. Keep breathing!

*"I am a nice shark not a mindless eating machine. If I am to change this image I must first change myself. Fish are friends, not food."