Blessed...

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.

Home again, home again

Well, I'm back from the tournament. I can't decide weather or not I'm disappointed about the tournament. I know that Chris and I did really well, but yet... I really wish we would have won our Octofinal round. It's not that qualifying for Nationals is all important to me (though Chris wants to) But we should have been more prepared for the case, and even as it was I thought we had it... Oh well, there are always more chances.

Stephanie and Kirby are qualified!!!!!

And Kaitlin and Kelsey did amazingly great :-)

(I'm registered for Tennessee)

A long Goodbye

Well... today we had the service for my grampa. There was family there, the important family, some of which I didn't expect. Ruth and Roger Strange, the Storer sisters and Betty Munch, Craig and Breeann Wright, Martha Beasley, and a bunch of other people... that I never expected. Now we have buried three of our family in the cemetery.

I hate saying goodbye.

In memory of Kenneth Kerr (September 15, 1924-January 5, 2006)
And Marian Storer (January 1, 1914-January 30, 2005)

It is Well With My Soul
When peace like a river, attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say
It is well, it is well, with my soul

It is well, with my soul
It is well, with my soul
It is well, it is well, with my soul

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come
Let this blest assurance control
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate
And hath shed His own blood for my soul

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole
Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

For me, be it Christ be it Christe hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll
No pang shall be mine, for in death is in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul

But, Lord, tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait
The sky, not the grave, is our goal
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Bless'd hope, bless'd rest of my soul!

And Lord haste the day when my faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend
Even so, it is well with my soul!

Lost... so very lost

There are days, of which many have happened recently, that I just feel as though I should not exist.

That I do not deserve the privilege of life.

There are so many things that I have done... so many friends that I have lost... or hurt so badly. Sometimes I don't dare to battle for one more day because I know it will bring more pain, not to me, but to the world. I live a life of regrets, and I have battled so hard to let go, and to move on. It just doesn't seem meant to be, sometimes I almost let go, but... I'm always reminded.

Bus Driver~Caedmon's Call
What would you say if I told you that I won't be by today?
Would you say that I'm just a bus driver
and what do I know,
just a bus driver
and what do I know,
just a bus driver
and what do I know?
...
And I wonder how this world would be
if I was never here to drive this bus around from Ashbury to Main.
Suppose this town would be the same
but with one bus' less exhaust.

A Present

I am so very excited... I am getting an airsoft gun! Apparently grampa had a gun that I don't think he ever used, and so my dad has claimed it for me. He won't be back from Yuma until thursday, and I couldn't remember exactly what number he said it was, so I couldn't go look it up, but it's a Smith & Wesson hand gun with fps of 290 I think. I am pretty darn excited about this!

To War!

Well, this has been a good day :-) A good gymnastics practice and then a hecka sweet time over in the Hoftiezers orchard. We had the coolest Airsoft war... well, I guess I shouldn't say that, it's the first and only airsoft war that I have ever been in, but it was really fun! Getting shot didn't hurt as bad as I expected it would either, which was a plus. (If you want to check out some pictures, here they are.)

O Beautiful Day

Sometimes I wish that I could just live apart from my life. To soar through the air in quiet dreams. To be something, someone different than who I am, just to see what it would be like. To be defined by something else. I don't know what, but something. But then I would always have to come back to me, because really I like it so much, of course there are things about me that I don't like, but on the whole I do like me. But I want to fly.

I am awake and the world is beautiful. I am alive. I wish that I had the self discipline to go to bed earlier, so that I could see beautiful morning colours every day... but I really don't. There are too many other things to waste my life away on.

Todays Random Thoughts

"It's not large, it's cute and small... like my butt." ~ Mom

I have 1100 pictures on flickr :-D