Comic Relief

A comic strip from my favorite online web comic.  Being someone who grew up with one person who could not use a computer for the longest of time I find this one very amusing although I know she would never do this.  Whenever someone responds to something in a really strange way because they don't understand something it can be very embarrassing at first but looking back it becomes very funny.
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The clash of wills

The clash of wills had been going on for a few days and causing to loss sight of those around her.  She knew it was time to face it straight on.  She went straight for her room and closed the door.  She didn't bother to turn on the computer or the stereo.  She need it would not help her sort this out.

A few days ago an opportunity to work at a company had presented itself to her.  She had gone to an interview and a presentation on the company only to find that even after listening to the 2 hour long presentation she was still confused as to what the company did and what would be expected of her.  As she talked to those around her about this opportunity, all she got was warnings to be careful.  Every passing hour seemed to built on her confusion.  It made her scared but she wanted to give the company a chance to prove itself.  The lady that was to be in charge of her was to come to her house to talk to her parents, to make sure they would be okay with her doing this job.  The girl hoped she would get more answers the night she was to come.

The night came and the meeting went late into the night.  The girl looked to her father after the lady had left.  She hoped he would have something to say to help her make her choice.  But at that moment he seemed to have to think on.  So the girl went to her room to think upon what she knew.  She was drawing to the conclusion to say no to working there when the thought struck the girl like lightening.  Does God want me there?  As she thought on this she realized that in the past year she had been learning things that would help her in this job.  It was almost like God had set her up for this very thing.  She had been told that God does not ask someone to make a big choice without giving them two or more signs.  To her she already had one.  So she prayed that if this was the Lord's will that he would give her one more sign to help her confirm that it was truly the Lord's wish.

In the days to come she was often tempted to no wait for the sign but some how she found the strength and so she waited.  The day came when she was to go to a meeting at the company.  She got dressed in some of her nicest clothes and prayed that God would help her be brave.  When she arrived, she entered the room full of people chatting.  She immediately felt uncomfortable.  She found a place where she could stand and watch those in the room without getting in their way.  As she observed them she realized one huge reason why she did not like being there.  Everyone one was the same.  They weren't the same when it came to looks but how they acted and spoke.  The job requires them to make people feel comfortable around them and so they all had been taught how to do that.  All of them would use the same words.  Get them alone and they are each extremely unique, but put them all in the same room and it seemed like they were nothing but robots saying what they had been programed to say.

This realization made the girl think there is no way God wants me here.  I don't belong here among these empty shells.  As the meeting started and the girl listened to the things that the employees were being taught.  Again the thought I don't belong here.  There is no way God wants me here.  How could God want me among people who twist words to get what they want?  How could he want me among people who make the truth become clouded in fog?  As the meeting went on it only confirmed it even more for the girl.

The meeting came to end and it was time to go home.  The girl followed the lady who was to be her trainer out to the car (for the girl could not yet drive so she needed a ride).  They both climbed in and the lady started up a conversation as she also started the car.  As they started in the direction of the girls house, the girl was trying to figure out how to tell the lady that this job was not for her.  As she was trying to figure this out her second sign was given to her.  It was given to her in the words of the lady that sat right next to her.  Lady had barely even finished the sentence when the girl realized God had given her his answer and it wasn't the one she thought she would get or the one she wanted.

Arriving home the girl went to her room to sort out her thoughts.  She knew what she was suppose to do but her very nature seemed to scream at her that is did not belong with those people.  It took time to sort out her thoughts but even she still has more thoughts to sort.  She knows that God wants her there, she doesn't know why.  She knows she doesn't belong, maybe that is why.  Can she be strong enough to reach out to these people without losing herself?  Can she learn to love the robots that are currently plague her?  She has more questions then she has answers but the one answer she has is that she may not belong there but the hope of adding to the place where she does belong gives her strength.  The journey to her place of belonging looks so long right now but she knows how wonderful it will be once she gets there.  May the promise of heaven be such a blessing to you who read this.

Pillow Case

I was helping my mom make pillows out of squared her kids from school had drawn.  I found this one and just could not get over how cute it is. 

Moving On

Many have seen me writing in my journal when I arrive early to church.  Or they have seen it when I pull it out to write a note to myself of someone's name, number, or just something I just keep forgetting to do.  I have gotten comments on it many times and a few of my friends have enjoyed looking through the pages to see pictures which have been drawn or see what I have written.  Some may find it strange that I let whoever wants to read it.  But I guess to explain that I would have to tell how my journal got started.

My journal began as a journal that was to be shared between friends.  I had heard of some friends who instead of writing letters to each other they had a notebook which got passed around between them.  Almost the the Sisterhood of the Traveling pants but instead of pants it was a notebook where we could share thoughts and dreams.  I thought it was a fantastic idea but it got passed around once and I realized I was the only one of us that wanted to do it.  So I just kept writing in it.  I would bring it to church and during service my best friend and I would write notes to each other.  Eventually as we got older and a little more mature we cut down on the amount of written conversation between us and started using it to keep sermon notes.  From that some of my friends got comfortable drawing in the journal and would take it in the middle of class and draw or use it for passing notes.  For some reason the teachers never seemed to mind the passing of the journal.  So that is how the journal got started.

But you must be thinking that because of the open nature of the journal I can't bare my heart out in it.  The truth is I can and I do.  What if someone sees something I wrote that was very personal?  It doesn't happen very often but it has happened before.  It tends to be somewhat embarrassing for me but it also helps me.  You see when you pour your heart out many times you hurt others in the process.  But when you think that person might read this then it helps you to think twice before you write something.  To many times have I heard of someone finding someones journal and it being used as blackmail because of what that person had written.  So when I write anything I think of it as someone may never read this but I am still going to write it as if someone will.  I choose to be a person who could live life with out regrets, but I am not perfect and sometimes stumble.  But I am learning that after a stumble one must learn to lift their head again and not be ashamed of who they are.

My past faults play a huge part in who I am today.  I like who I am today, so why wish way the present in the hope to change the past?  It is a hard lesson to learn but I am slowly learning it.  The journal has helped out a lot in teaching me that lesson.  To be able to bare ones soul knowing someone might see it can be hard.  But I have found that when ever I have something on my mind and I write it down it helps me to move on to something else.  In my life it has helped me to take steps closer to God and to draw closer to those around me.

Dear Janice and Olivia

Dear Janice and Olivia,
I don't know if you will read this but that is not going to stop me from writing this any way.  I don't really remember my first impression of you two. I just remember being scared out of my wits being at a new school and wishing really bad that I would be teamed up with the two Asian girls.  I don't remember why I wanted to be teamed u with you two. May be it was because I saw how much fun you two were having together or may be it was just because you were Asian... Who knows, I know I don't.  But what I do know is I really enjoyed having a locker close to the two of you.  Both of you had your ups and downs through out the year and although I could not do much of anything most of the time I was glad you were willing to share them with me.   Hanging out with the two of you is time I really cherish.
Both of you know that I really wanted to get away from JL and I don't regret doing that.  But I really wish I could have spent more time with the two of you, sharing your ups and down and laughing at all the silly things you two did.  Soon I will be moving farther away.  But no matter where I go in this world I will still think of the two of you as some of the most cherished friends God has ever brought into my life.

Risa

quote

"I stopped when I heard the whistle, coach."
"Where were you taking him?"
"To the bus. It was time for him to go home."
From The Blind Side
If you haven't seen this movie yet I strongly suggest it.