Friday, November 24, 2006
Dreaming my dreams 11:31 PM //
Yup, okay, my head aches, most of my muscles ache, I'm sitting at home with nothing to do, and not able to sleep, and dads behind me pulling apart my bed and making lots of noise. So yeah, I'm havin a fun day...
I guess, that's what I get for being stupid on my kneeboard...Can't be bothered typing up the whole story right now...if ya wanna know, ask later.
Ah well, at least I got out of school...
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Dreaming my dreams 3:59 PM //
I just received this story via email. Hope it means as much to you as it did to me.
A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.
She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment..
Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. "I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question.
"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick... and I want to buy a miracle."
"I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist.
"His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and
my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"
"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little.
"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs."
The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?"
"I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money."
"How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago.
"One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly. "And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to."
"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a miracle for little brothers."
He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need."
That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well.
Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.
"That surgery," her Mom whispered. "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents .... plus the faith of a little child.It was not the effort of this young girl, and the money that she had, that caused Dr. Carlton Armstrong to give her the miracle she asked for. It was her faith. Her faith that with the little she had, she could make enough difference to save her brothers' life.
No matter how little we have, it's enough for our miracle. No matter what sort of miracle it is that we may need. All we need to do is give what we have to God and believe that it can, and will, be done.
We never know how many miracles we will need in our lives...
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Dreaming my dreams 9:02 PM //
Okay, i'll admit it. I've been really really slack with my blog (or Jeke) lately.
Actually, it surprises even me how long its been since my last update. I guess i have been a little busy, but thats not really much of an excuse.
Hmm...okay, so whats goin on i hear you ask?
Well, I've had a lot of school assignments n stuff lately, One that was particularly boring (Sose...*snoooooore!*), though some haven't been that bad.
My english assignment for one, has definately been a bit of an eye-opener for me. I had to write a feature article on anything focusing mainly around Kids & Bullying, or Kids Health (like childhood obesity n stuff like that).
I decided to do it on the fact that so many teens, mainly girls, have such a low opinion of themselves. Some of the stats i found were actually just plain scary.
1. In 2004, Bliss mag-azine surveyed 2000 teenage girls, with shocking results. 19% of those girls ques-tioned were overweight, yet 67% thought they needed to lose weight.
2. Two out of every three girls (from the same survey) under 13 said they had already been on a diet.
3. More than a quarter of 14 year olds (still same survey) said they had considered having plastic surgery or taking diet pills.
4. In a study that asked a group of men and women to judge whether girls in multiple photos were overweight, perfect, or underweight. The photo judged as ‘perfect’ by 80% of the women was judged as ‘underweight’ by 80% of men. The girl judged as ‘perfect’ by over 60% of men was judged as ‘overweight’ by 85% of women.Our generation is fading away. Literally.
Fashion models in the 1950's were averaged as 8% skinnier than the average woman. Now, fashion models are 23% skinnier than that same average.
Thsi just makes me think of the song by Barlow Girl, "Mirror."
For those of you who don't know the song, some of the lyrics are;
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, have i got it?
Cus mirror, you've always told me who i am.
And i'm finding its not easy to be perfect."This pretty much sums up how so many thousands of teens are feeling about themselves, all over the world, right as i type this, and as you read it. Looking in the mirror is no longer satisfactory. Its a great big dissapointment and a cause for depression.
But, the song then goes on to say;
"So, sorry you won't define me
Sorry, you don't own me
Who are you to tell me
That I'm less than what I should be?
Who are you? Who are you?
I don't need to listen
To the list of things I should do
I won't try, No, no, no I won't try
Mirror I am seeing a new reflection
I'm looking into the eyes of He who made me
And to Him I have beauty beyond compare
I know He defines me"This is where the Christian Point of view comes in. It no longer matters that we don't have as good a body as, say, Brittney Spears (the celebrity judged as having the best body by the majority of teenage girls). We were made to look how we look, for a reason. We are God's own personal handiwork, and, lemme tell ya, God doesn't make mistakes. Whether you are fat or skinny, tall or short, You were made perfect in God's eyes, and to him, we are all beautiful, despite our flaws. We are all individuals, and made to stay as such.
Be who you are, and say what you feel, cus those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.-Angie
