When you think things are bad, Remember those days when you'd get up at six thirty, get all your school done before breakfast and then spend the rest of the day playing dolls? Or the times when you would spend hours playing outside, making forts and not worrying about anything? Or the times when you had to take a nap and it was such an inconvenience because it was so boring? Or the times when Mom would make you sit still with a book. And you had a whole hour of reading? But you didn't cherish it, because there were other things that you'd rather do? Or the days when you didn't have to worry about budgeting your time because your mom did that all for you? When you didn't have to work a twelve hour day just to get a third of your assignment done--for only one of your subjects?
Sometimes I just want to be a kid again. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to precisely schedule in time for the things I love, like writing and reading my Bible. Sometimes I wish I could take a break without wondering how it will affect my work load. Sometimes I want to just read in the middle of the day and get sucked in for an hour or two. Sometimes I just want to tell my sisters I can play a game with them. Sometimes I wish I still had evenings to myself where I can watch romantic comedies and 50's sitcoms, instead of studying until bedtime at 9:30 when I should go straight to sleep so I can get up and do it all again tomorrow. When I was a kid I always wanted to grow up. Twelve was the target age and after that, sixteen. I could get my driver's license and I could be practically an adult. I'd be in highschool, for crying out loud! I would be able to do anything. Now that it's here, sometimes it doesn't feel so glamorous. So maybe I'm complaining a little, but now I'm going to focus on good things, because I'm loving the wonderful aspects of this age. The parts where I get to drive down my first highway, with my dad tensing in the passenger's seat when I hit 65 miles per hour in a 55 mph zone because I crested the hill going 55, but now, descending I'm going too fast, because I forgot to watch the speedometer. The parts where I get to go to college and feel like an adult. The parts where I get to possess pepper spray. The parts when I get addressed as 'ma'am' or 'miss.' The parts where my parents say, 'Well, you're sixteen now. You can make your own decision.' The part where I can get a second piercing. The parts when I can fill out job applications. The parts when people start to take me seriously. The parts where I can walk to the store by myself. Some days I just need to focus on the good things. Like the way my mom looks when she thinks something's hilarious. The way my little brother pokes his head out the door just to say he loves me. The way my dad bandages up my elbow because I scraped it on some glass (don't ask). The way my family can make me laugh no matter what.
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Do you suppose we were an accident? A big explosion that somehow created life? And then evolved to more and more complex beings? Look at this picture. Guess what it is. It's a section of the small intestine. Click on the picture and study all the different structures. See all those spots, those are individual cells. And guess what's in every individual cell. Organelles and millions of nucleotides making up the DNA that makes you, you. So now, let me ask you again. Do you suppose we were an accident? A big explosion that somehow created life? And then evolved to more and more complex beings? Now this isn't going to be a rant against evolution or anything. I've got to go to bed soon, so it'll be short. The picture to the right has three different types of tissue. I won't bother to name them, because they're long an complicated. In short, this is skin. These are only two organs in your entire body. There are eleven organ systems with several organs in each. Each organ is made up of several tissues, and each tissue, millions of cells. Each cell, billions s of atoms. A different question: Do you suppose a God so attentive to detail would forget about you? The Lord looks from heaven; He sees all the sons of men. From the place of His dwelling He looks on all the inhabitants of the earth; He fashions their hearts individually; He understands all their works. |
About Me!Hannah writes to satisfy her imagination. She's written six books so far--five of which need to be rewritten--and is working on a seventh. She ranges through a variety of genres, but favors contemporary YA, fixing broken characters. She wants to use her writing to change people and bring hope. She's currently going to college for Nursing and that takes up most of her writing time. She's a rather stereotypical writer, talking to imaginary friends, eavesdropping on people at the store, secretly being nosy, stashing herself away in her room with a paper and pen and chocolate and her teddy bear. She loves Jesus, the way the morning smells, her family of seven (four siblings), old movies, fairy tales, candles at night and helping people. She writes on another blog at nerdywriter.blogspot.com to hopefully build her chances of publication. My Author Site:Archives
December 2016
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