I wasn't going to post on Sundays, but I have been slacking this week so I'm going to get caught up.
Post for August 4: "Somewhere you'd like to move or visit."
I'd like to move to Jamaica for at least a year. I spent a week and a half there in 2007 and fell in love with it.
There is so much need for God's Truth among the people, and I would love to be a part of that.
It is such a beautiful place that is known so well for its resorts and honeymoon potential, but a huge amount of the population is in poverty, living in 14'x14' houses.
I want to shine a light.
I'd like to move to England for at least a year. To learn and work and teach and show that "church" doesn't have to be sleep-inducing. Of course, that could be a dangerous thing with the whole "the reigning monarch is in charge of the church" thing. But for crying out loud. No one speaks Latin. Sure, it's beautiful when a choir sings in a cathedral with a high ceiling. But what teenager, living in a world of Lady Gaga, wants to sit through that? Not many that I know. I want to break tradition. I want to show that low church non-traditions are just fine with God.
I want to visit every country in Europe. Every single one. I'd be willing to spend a year doing that.
And I want to visit China, Russia, India, Brazil, Australia, New Zealand, and Guatemala.
And every state in the Union, plus Puerto Rico.
Yeah. I want to travel.
Post for August 5: "Your earliest memory."
I remember a lot from my childhood. I remember using God's name in vain when I was about four. My mom and brother freaked out and told me to never do that again. I didn't until late elementary school. Then I went through a "trying to fit in" phase that lasted through middle school.
I remember my brother shoving a handful of shaving cream into my face on my fourth birthday.
I remember so much about my first best friend (my first love).
I remember scraping my hands while we drew with chalk on his back patio.
I remember getting stung by a bee on my eyebrow and going to his house.
I remember learning to ride a bike by riding across the street and back, turning around in the driveway.
I remember my brother teaching me to rollerskate at my grandparents old house.
Post for August 6: "Your favorite Tumblrs."
I don't use Tumblr as much as I could. I have one, but I don't do much on it that doesn't happen automatically.
So I don't have any favorites. I don't care enough to check anyone's on a regular basis.
Okay, I'm caught up.
Post for August 4: "Somewhere you'd like to move or visit."
I'd like to move to Jamaica for at least a year. I spent a week and a half there in 2007 and fell in love with it.
There is so much need for God's Truth among the people, and I would love to be a part of that.
It is such a beautiful place that is known so well for its resorts and honeymoon potential, but a huge amount of the population is in poverty, living in 14'x14' houses.
I want to shine a light.
I'd like to move to England for at least a year. To learn and work and teach and show that "church" doesn't have to be sleep-inducing. Of course, that could be a dangerous thing with the whole "the reigning monarch is in charge of the church" thing. But for crying out loud. No one speaks Latin. Sure, it's beautiful when a choir sings in a cathedral with a high ceiling. But what teenager, living in a world of Lady Gaga, wants to sit through that? Not many that I know. I want to break tradition. I want to show that low church non-traditions are just fine with God.
I want to visit every country in Europe. Every single one. I'd be willing to spend a year doing that.
And I want to visit China, Russia, India, Brazil, Australia, New Zealand, and Guatemala.
And every state in the Union, plus Puerto Rico.
Yeah. I want to travel.
Post for August 5: "Your earliest memory."
I remember a lot from my childhood. I remember using God's name in vain when I was about four. My mom and brother freaked out and told me to never do that again. I didn't until late elementary school. Then I went through a "trying to fit in" phase that lasted through middle school.
I remember my brother shoving a handful of shaving cream into my face on my fourth birthday.
I remember so much about my first best friend (my first love).
I remember scraping my hands while we drew with chalk on his back patio.
I remember getting stung by a bee on my eyebrow and going to his house.
I remember learning to ride a bike by riding across the street and back, turning around in the driveway.
I remember my brother teaching me to rollerskate at my grandparents old house.
Post for August 6: "Your favorite Tumblrs."
I don't use Tumblr as much as I could. I have one, but I don't do much on it that doesn't happen automatically.
So I don't have any favorites. I don't care enough to check anyone's on a regular basis.
Okay, I'm caught up.
1 comment:
Your brother has a tumblr, and he posts cool pictures, especially of Chevy. It's the only tumblr I look at.
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