How I Live

So, I set out to write a debate speech... and ended up planning a menu entirely based on Joy the Baker recipes. No biggie. It's just the way I live. I was also going to have a normal weekend... and got a nasty cold. Again, no biggie. It's what life thew at me, and I caught it full in the face. I have a lot of these experiences. Where I have every good intention, and fate hands me a gift basket of lemons. But whatevs (<- must stop saying this word), because I know Romans 8:28 holds true. I live my little, uneventful life to the best of my ability because God works everything out to His glory, especially if we love and trust in Him. So, even if I am determined to eat a salad and order a milkshake instead (you'd be amazed at how often this happens), it's all good. Because, "... we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose." Love, pure and simple.

Oh, Heavenly Day

Sunlight dappled on knotted gray bark. Tiny berries, bright red against the chocolate ground. June-blue sky with clouds that are no more than a breath of air. Gossipping birds, twittering with joy as the sun grazes their wings. Fresh, cool, earth-damp, right-after-rain-air that would smell like spring if you didn't know any better. A far-off, placid blue lake, nestled between low hills, mid-century farmhouses, and rusting cattle fences. Fragmented snatches of happiness, scattered throughout my grandparents' yard on a heavenly November day. Sunshine warms my sitting form, already on its downward slope to the horizon. My hands are chilled, but my heart is happy, soaking up the basic shapes of beautiful. Even the hum of the tractor next door sounds like a cheerful tune. Days like these remind me there is a God.

"When I look at your heavens, the work

of your fingers,

 the moon and the stars, which you

 have set in place,

what is man that you are mindful of

him, 

and the son of man that you care for

him?"

Psalm 8:3-4   



                                                     

                                          

And Yet Another School Year

Hello my fellow Honors English classmates! Here we are again. It really does feel as if our lives are spent in a desk, pencil in hand, eyes wild with fright at the idea of yet another assignment. However, let us not adopt that attitude toward what promises to be quite an amazing first semester. Seriously, how many teachers do we know who leave Airtags of their beloved E block class? That having been said, I really do think we have the opportunity to learn a lot this year, if in unconventional ways. I know I have a reputation as the smart kid and the school junkie. Putting all of that aside, we should make the most of everything our teachers have to offer. Here's to an awesome tenth-grade year!