seriously! that would bee even more awesome.
BOLD WHAT’S TRUE
I am a cuddler.
I am a morning person.
I am an only child.
I am currently in my pajamas.
I am currently pregnant.
I am left handed.
I am a little shy around the opposite gender at first.
I bite my nails.
I can be paranoid at times.
I enjoy country music
I enjoy smoothies.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I have a car.
I have/had a hard time paying attention at school.
I have a hidden talent.
I have a pet.
I have a tendency to fall for the “wrong” guy/girl.
I have all my grandparents.
I have been to another country.
I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor.
I have or had broken a bone.
I have caller I.D. on my phone.
I have bathed someone.
I have changed a diaper.
I have changed a lot over the past year.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
I have had major/minor surgery.
I have killed another person.
I have had my hair cut within the last week.
I have mood swings.
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I have rejected someone before.
I like the taste of blood
I love Michael Jackson.
I love sleeping.
I love to shop.
I own 100 CDs or more.
I own and use a library card.
I read books for pleasure in my spare time.
I sleep a lot during the day.
I strongly dislike math.
I was born in a country other than the US.
I watch soap operas on a regular basis.
I work at a job that I enjoy.
I would classify myself as ghetto.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
I am currently wearing socks.
I am tired.
I love to paint/draw/sketch/sculpt.
I consume at least one alchoholic drink every month.
Graduated high school.
Rode every ride at an amusement park
Collected something really stupid.
Gone to a concert.
Spun turn tables.
Watched four movies in one night.
Taken a college level course.
Been in a car accident.
Been in a tornado.
Watched someone die.
Been to a funeral.
Ran a marathon.
Your parents got divorced.
Cried yourself to sleep.
Spent over £200 in one day.
Cheated on someone.
Been cheated on.
Written a 10 page letter.
Had a best friend.
Lost someone you loved.
Got in trouble for something you didn’t do.
Stolen books from the library.
Been in a mental hospital.
Watched the “Harry Potter” movies.
Fired a gun.
Been in a school play.
Been fired from a job.
Taken a lie detector test.
Swam with dolphins.
Gone to Sea World.
Read more than 20 books a year.
Gone to Europe.
Loved someone you couldn’t have.
Used a coloring book over age 12.
Taken a taxi.
Had more than 5 online conversations going at once.
Had a hamster.
Dyed your hair.
Had something pierced.
Got straight A’s.
Your parents sent you to a shrink.
My hair is naturally the color ___.
My eyes are ___.
A combination of things
I am a ___.
People sometimes label me as ___, even though I don’t really care.
My longest relationship was ___. (including on and off relationships)
1 month or less
Two years or more
I’ve never been in a real relationship.
Some of my biggest fears are ___.
Being alone in the dark
Oceans/large bodies of water
I have ___.
A friend with benefits
A computer in my room
A television in my room
My own car
I love elephants!!!! and this is too precious!
Part 2: My Parents Aren’t Super Christians
So let me start off by saying that my parents both claim that they are saved/Christians but neither of them has the kind of relationship toward/with God that is even close to mine. I say this not meaning that I am a better Christian than they are just that we are on different levels in our walks with Christ.
My father was born Catholic and attended Catholic school for his entire elementary education. My mother has been baptized 3 times all in different denominations of churches. She went to her fair share of churches when she was younger because my grandmother wanted to expose her and my uncle to different ones so they could decide which one they wanted to be a part of. Well unfortunately there are some denominations out there that get stuck on one Biblical principle and decided to run with it and make it a huge part of what church is supposed to be about. And on a visit to Pulaski VA where both of my grandparents on my mother’s side are from, my mom went to one of those churches. They incorporated the one thing that literally scares my mother to the point of a panic attack into everything they did during the service. Since then my mother has been kinda traumatized about church. That all being said we never went to church or truly talked about God in my home. I mean he seemed to come out during the holidays when we would pray over big family meals but I didn’t really know who Jesus or God were or what they were.
When I was 8 years old a neighbor friend invited me to go to church with him one Sunday. I was allowed to go so I went and became a regular attendee. Well one Sunday, about a month and some change before my 9th birthday, my friend who brought me to church got baptized. I had no idea what he was doing and so his mom explained to me that he had accepted Jesus into his heart and that was why he was getting baptized. And I was like “Well Ms. Shelia, I better go up there too, because Jesus has been in my heart for a while now.” Then she told me that that was good but I’d have to wait and talk to the pastor after church about when I could/would get baptized. So after service was over I went up to Pastor John and the conversation went a little like this: “Guess what? I’m gonna get baptized too!” “Really? Have you accepted Jesus into your heart?” “Yeah a while ago” “well okay then, Jessica. We’ll start you on the path to getting baptized then.” So then he handed me this workbook to prepare kids for baptism and told me that I had to do a workbook a week until I completed each workbook and then after I finished the last one we would set up a day to be baptized. When I asked him how many there were he told me and I quickly did the math that I would be able to be baptized on my actual 9th birthday because it was a Sunday that year. So I told him, “Pastor John, your gonna baptize me on my 9th birthday because that’s exactly one week after I finish my final booklet.” He just chuckled and said something like, “well okay then.” So I went home that day and, literally I walked in te house and as I was going upstairs to change my clothes I said to my parents “I’m getting baptized on my birthday” and just kept on going up the steps. Well my mom called me back and was had me retell her what I had said and then I told her the whole ordeal of the day. So she looked at my dad and my dad looked back at her and then she said, “Well I guess were going to have to go to this church.”
So they started coming to church with me and eventually we all became members of the church. Well all was well until I entered into the youth program. Unfortunately my youth pastor didn’t really seem to practice what he preached, but that wasn’t what was so bad. What was so bad was something that he told me once. We had this youth missions group that had practice each week on Sunday nights. Well one Sunday I had to miss practice because I had to finish a science project that was due in school the next day. The following Sunday I showed up for practice and my youth pastor asked if he could have a word with me. he then proceeded to ask me why I wasn’t at practice the week before and when I told him his reply was as follows: “Couldn’t you do your homework some other time? You’re going to Hell.” I looked at him dead in the face with huge eyes and my mouth open for a good few seconds and then I finally spoke and said, “No I’m not. All I have ever been told about how to get to Heaven is that you have to believe Jesus is God’s son and that He came to die for us on the cross and that NO good works will get you there.” And that was the last time I ever went to anything youth related, not even Sunday school, and shortly after my mom’s obligations to the awanas program (cuz we only had like 3 weeks left) were over, we left that church.
My parents haven’t been back to any church since, and if it weren’t for Jessie I cant say for sure that I would have either. Thanks to her and her family for not only introducing me to things at church, but also taking the time to explain it to me, I have been able to get closer to God and have a true relationship with Him and to just know what it means to have a relationship with Him and be where I’m at today. This is something that I have tried on various occasions to convey to my parents but they just don’t seem to understand or want to understand. They let me do my own thing and probably have their own opinions that they don’t convey to me, but that’s okay. I know how I am living is how God wants me to live and that’s good enough for me.
Button Sculptures - Düğme Heykeller by Augusto Esquivel
This is by far one of the cutest thing I’ve seen in a while.