Really sorry about not blogging for the past few months, but I was taking a computer break, and its done wonders for my "boring zone" stamina and, surprisingly, horrors for my weighing scale and my computer stamina.
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Today I cleaned out some of my drawers and shelves, you'd be surprised how much junk I have that I'll probably never refer to in my life. I toke my mother's words nearly literally. "Don't hoard."
The moment I heard that I thought about that line in the Bible which says that you should store up treasures in heaven because earthly possessions will be eaten by moths.
Other than the junk, I was glad to collect a boxful of good memories with my friends. Letters, notes, drawings, gifts. Each of them had a bit of a bitter past attached to it. I made a lot of mistakes in my relationships with friends and I've always found it so difficult to socialise well in a big group, my attention always seemed diverted in such situations.
I've still got a lot more to clear out from my room and some new things to put in place once I make, not find, time to do what I want.
Ever since the church camp and all the rest of the spiritual walks, I feel as though I don't really spend enough time with God, and that my mind is just too focused on the unimportant. Max Lucado's book, God Came Near, is really an eye-opener, putting things that I knew and simply swallowed down into perspective.
Take my hair dressing appointment today. I nearly headed for the Teenage magazine as I normally do there to get my fashion and teenage quiz and how-to-do fixes. But I had brought along that book, which I'm still reading. I don't think i would have been able to face those words after having read the commercialised glossy pages. Any sin is as bad as the next, because it makes no difference in God's sight. It was what He carried to the cross.
My relatives from Melbourne (where we went for a wonderful holiday), gave me this book titled Bras and Broomsticks thinking it would be the sort of thing a fourteen going on fifteen girl would read. Well, it would be. only reading novels with steamy scenes and lusting for the cool lists and It-Girl positions seem to turn me off now, even though I have some sort of innate desire to read about them. Like the book said in the first chapter. "Is it wrong to?" At least I've put it down before advancing to the third chapter.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, I want that sort of thing sometimes. To be considered popular and not a boring goody-two-shoes, which I am definitely not. I'm still only one of the few people in art class who can look at a nude painting without feeling like its anything t0 be ashamed of. Although it does seem like pornography. All these hazy gray areas!!! Begone!
What about being a witch? I would like to be able to cast spells and all, but the Bible firmly says no. I used to imagine I was in Harry Potter's world when I was younger and in desperate need for a bedside companion at night, having no siblings to chat with until sleep overcame me.
Or how about a heiress or a superstar who can fling money wherever whenever? Right.
When am I ever going to get it even remotely straight set for myself?
