A Tale of Tales

Now that I've calmed down (NOT REALLY, BUT I'LL PRETEND) from the wonderful surprise of locating a blog written by the name of THE AMAZING, Matthew Thiessen (of Relient K), I'll try and write about my weekend as if someone really cares.

Friday I rode home with Arod, and after we took her sister and her sister's friend to her sister's friends house (tongue twister!), we picked up Chelsey and Nikki at Chelsey's house. Then, we went to Mega Tan. I sat in the front room on a bench, while they all tanned. I'd rather tan naturally, but I had no problem waiting for them. After everyone was baked and well-done, we went to the mall and caught a bite to eat. After taking Chelsey to her boyfriend's house, we then went back to Chelsey's (even though Chelsey wasn't with us) to hang out with Chad, because Chad wanted to see Arod. Confusion, confusion. Target was our next stop, and we just looked around and ordered a very small slushie that we all shared and a very small bag of popcorn. We went back to Chad/Chelsey's and then left, took Nikki home, and me and Arod went back to her peaceful home. Around Hickory in 3-4 Hours, I guess you could call this little adventure of ours.

On the way to my house the next morning, Arod and I stopped at McDonald's. I found quite a surprise there....
and, only certain people who read this will know what I'm talking about, if those certain people even read my blog. It was comical, but it was also a very subtle, yet huge, reminder that this time, it's different. Okay, I get it, now I'm speaking gibberish. I'll move on.

So, Saturday was somewhat of an eventful day. I guess it would be better to say it was an eventful night. Up until 6 o'clock all I did was clean and lounge around the computer. What a surprise, I know. Then Kimmie and her dad picked me up, we went back to Kimmie's, where we met Elise, got ready, and then Elise drove us all to Allen's Sweet Sixteen. A good amount of people were there. We had to leave early though, because Elise doesn't have her after-nine's. But we snatched some cake to take along with us. (:

Kimmie and Elise came back to my house to have a sleepover. We were on the phone with guys all night... LAME. It wasn't by choice, though. Well, certainly not my choice. Elise has a boyfriend and Kimmie has a "possible boyfriend". Kimmie was talking to her "possible boyfriend" and me and Elise were on the phone with Joseph, who is this freshman that I guess likes us all? Ha, wow, the world of high school... it's really all so dumb, if you ask me. I try my very hardest not to get caught up in it all.

Anyways, Kimmie and Elise left early Sunday morning to go to their own churches, and I awoke a little too early for my liking to go to mine. I haven't been in over a month, and it felt refreshing to be reunited. Although, it's ironic that I feel like my relationship with Jesus Christ has only grown much, much stronger while I've not been attending church. Hm, that brings up a sensitive subject for some, now doesn't it?

I'm glad I went back to church, though. Not only because it does help me better my worship surroundings, but also because I found out that they were starting a Guitar Basics life group at 5. So, I went to that, and I learned some stuff I already knew, and some more that I didn't quite know. I'm excited for next week's class. After guitar, I walked down to the main church building and we had Fusion. It deserves a whole new paragraph, let me tell you.

We had a guest speaker, Rusty (I forgot his last name). He is the founder of a youth convention named Shabbach. Shabbach is filled with contemporary "Christian" music and other events, and it really does change your life. I've been once, and I want to go again this year. But.. I think I'll have to give that up for Cornerstone...

Anyways, he spoke. He is EXTREMELY straight-forward, and you cannot help but let him get to you. It was amazing. He called up all the hurt teens, the fatherless teens, the teens that didn't have parents encouraging them to come last night. We all got up there, and then something amazing just overflowed. Everyone was in tears, and I, for one, was completely bawling. I could feel the presence of God in the room, and I felt him around my shoulders and tenderly holding my heart. It felt great to let everything out.

An awesome thing about God is, when you're praying, you may not even know what you're praying about. Or you may know, but you have no idea where to start or how to even begin to explain it. But when you cry out to Him, and you let everything else go, it feels as if he takes those words from you, without you ever having to say anything. He lifts the pressure of your shoulders. He always understands, even when you can't understand what you are trying to say.

I'm falling in love with Him more and more everyday. And while my wounds are still not healed, I feel that now I have a Band-Aid. Maybe the wounds will always be there... but my Band-Aid will never fall off.