Testimony

Last night my twin gave her testimony. I learned the reason why her father isn't around, which I thought about say once in the four years I have known her. And it started to make me think about my own testimony. Well he's a work in progress version:

I was raised in the church. My mother, her sisters and brother, and my grandmother all went to the same church and possibly raised there too. I remember going to Sunday school and playing with toys and then I got old enough went to the 1rst/2nd grade class where I think that is where a light bulb went off in my head. It said: "Jesus is the Son of God" and from that day on it has never been a doubt in my mind, that is how it is, end of story, right? Nope. So I went through all these classes, learning the right answers to all the teachers questions. And then 11th grade hit, and there was this one teacher that challenged me, he assumed we were all baptized but I wasn't, I didn't feel like I was ready. Well this man told me a little story about how the devil was talking with his demons and discussing how they can mess with people and one said, hang out in front of churches- but people would expect that. Another suggested that they convince people that they need to wait, that there is a perfect time to get baptized. And it hit me, what was I waiting for, well I knew now that I was no longer scared and that I could do, I just needed a little push, which came in the form of a little girl named India.

Well India got me involved in the youth fellowship at church and from there it get went. I made friends and eventually ran for Secretary however, in order to do that you had to be baptized, so I told my mom and grandma that i was gonna do it, and i did. I got up and said I wanted to be baptized. On January 1rst 2006 I was baptized with two very good friends of mine who happen to be 7/8 years younger than me, and some old people I don't really remember. I deciding to get baptized and actually doing it, I thought I needed to change my lifestyle because I was acting one way in school and a totally different way in church. But it was hard being nice in school when everyone was either mad at you or scared of you. But I endured.

One of the things I prayed for when applying to college was that I would find a group of Christians like the ones I had at home who would encourage me and I found one or two or three. And they are all amazing. I can say that I have grown tremendously over these years. Life doesn't get easier but as I endure I get stronger and stronger. I'm not saying I'm perfect and don't suffer from the same things I did five years ago, I just know where to go, who to turn to and hopefully what to pray. Recently I was fired from an internship and I really struggled with it, but I just had to break it down and support with biblical truths. No matter what the world thinks of me or do to me, I am loved. I am saved. I am blessed to even live another day. So I thank God for allowing me to share this story with you and I hope you will one day experience this joy, this peace in knowing you are precious and highly favored, no matter what. Just let go and let God.

The 22 Me

So I am twenty years old. I turned twenty-two on the twenty second of February. It was a pretty awesome day. I am sad to say that the tuna casserole I received did not live up to the expectations I had for it. But everything else went spectacular.

Today I had two midterms, work and not much else but I know I should be doing something. Frankly, I just want to do nothing, maybe read a book, finish a scarf I'm working on or talk to my friends that I haven't talked to in a while. I did do my hair though, as you can see from the pretty pictures supposedly attached somewhere, this is the first time I'm doing this so I hope it works out.

Lastly, something that has been bothering me is forgiveness and really appreciating friends who like me for me, all of me, the good, bad, ugly and terribly hideous parts of me. I don't want to get into the details because frankly, my head hurts from these braids, as i knew they would. Anyway, if anyone is actually reading this, answer me this: Who do you think Jesus is? and how did you come to this conclusion?

Thanks
Kassie P.

Middle School

So I was told to write a post about middle school, well now I can't remember what I was going to say. I had teachers, classmates, and books. I don't remember much about 6th-8th grade besides the bad things. I can't remember the good. Maybe I had an awesome teacher, Mr. Man. Maybe my neighbor died, Ms. Alice. Maybe I got an award for Math but got okay grades in everything else. Who knows, know one knew me, not even my family. I remember not being able to trust, not laughing, not having fun and not celebrating birthdays. I remember a hidden mother, a long gone uncle and an ever present grandmother. I remember a wonderful neighbor and my lazy cat. But that's about it.
Now I'm older and not much has changed. I don't have Mr. Man or Ms. Alice or Ms. Mae (my neighbor). I don't have my grandma around or my sister, which is good, and I rarely see my mother or even talk to her. My cat has died and I have no memories of before. Right now, I sit an apartment with three other girls, that may or may not be here. I don't know. But what I do know is that this time next year they may or may not be a memory. They may or may not be alive. Things change, people change. And hopefully for the better.

Couples

I know it's near V-day but this has nothing to do with it. I just hate it when my friends get together. It means I get less presents on my birthday and that I'm loved just a little bit less. It's not that I'm selfish or anything, it's just that we should love like communist. Everyone should love everyone equally. And I feel that when people couple up there is less love available for the rest of us. So if you are reading this don't forget to love your friends who aren't in a "relationship" or just show love because you can never tell someone you love them enough. That's all I have to say for now. I just probably need to suck it up, right?

Charlotte's Funeral

Well I did it. I lived, loved and died. Nothing more to do with my life, just filled with memories of laughter, crying, heart break, love, and baby making. What more is there to do. That's it. I'm done.

As for me, I'm just trying to survive this semester. To enjoy my last months here and try not to think about how I'm not going to see any of these people again but to enjoy their company now. I want to make some memories, some good ones, which I have some but more is always helpful. I hate how for my last semester my grade depends on other people. I wish it was much more simple. But whatever will be will be. I'm going to do the best I can. I just wish I knew how to tackle all this. Oh well. I hope I have more fabulous dreams and not so many nightmares.