Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Joe Blow from Cocoa Moe

Alright my dear followers! Its time to talk about something us girls obsess, idolize and dream/worry about. Boys. As teenagers it's normal for us to think about guys a lot, because, hey, our hormones and raging and we're weird that way. But when is it too much?

The other day I was talking with my mom and she said something that hit me. "It's all just a game. You worry and worry about which guy likes who. And then try to figure out if 'so and so' actually likes you or why did he get mad at you etc. But in the end, your still in high school and there is nothing you can do about it. It's just what girls do while they're waiting for life to happen." Isn't that so true? You like a boy, so you have your best friend who is friends with some other chick who's brother knows your crush and have him ask if your crush likes you? Seriously? In the long run does it really matter? If God wants you to be with this guy He will arrange it in His own perfect timing. And I can guarantee you that sitting at home with all your friends gossiping and worry about the dude isn't gonna help.

I wonder what would happen if we saw a cute guy, and instead of trying to figure out ways to get him to notice you. We looked heavenward and say, "Hey God, I know You saw that I like this guy. If this is Your will, please put things together and have us fall in love. But I leave it in Your hands." And then stop worrying about him. Remember you just put it all in God's hands, let him do the work, and just be you.

The other thing that I really thought was good about what my mom said was: "It's just what girls do while they are waiting for life to happen." Why can't we make life happen now? I can promise that you will get into the most tizzy about dudes when you have nothing to do. When you have tons of empty time on your hands. Do something with you life! Don't wait around till your older. You can volunteer at a local shelter or nursing home. Start a blog. Use your talents for God. Don't let anyone get on your case because you're young. There is so much you can do. So many things to better the kingdom of God rather then eating ice cream and having a pity party with your friends because Joe Blow from Cocoa Moe doesn't like you. Please, don't let this precious time of your life be wasted. God has so many great and wonderful things He wants you doing right now in your life.

1 Timothy 4:12- Let no one despise your youth, but be an example to the believers in word, in conduct, in love, in spirit, in faith, in purity. 

Monday, July 1, 2013

Bloody Clown Smiles

Please do not quickly freak out at the title of this post.... But maybe you should. I feel like so many Christians walk around with these fake red clown smiles. I even find myself wearing one often. Right before I leave to go to see my friends, no matter what the day. I paint on this smile. I exaggerate it by lifting the ends and make it bright blood red so no one can see the expression I really have. I hide the pain and agony of the week and make sure that bloody smile is in place.

Why do I do this though? Why do I feel I have to be always smiling and excited? Is it because I want to always be loved and accepted? Maybe. It feels like that is what my friends want from me. Someone who is always cracking jokes and giggling about the superficial. And they are so easy to fool.

 But sometimes I even fool myself. I make myself believe I am this walking clown designed to make people laugh, but never showing the true me. Many of my friends think they know who I really am, but they don't. They don't see the tears of hurt or the battle scars that are hidden underneath, because of my beautifully painted blood red smile. I have missed out on being there for a friend who is hurting and sympathizing with a person who needed to hear my testimony, because my happiness is so hugely exaggerated, they don't think I can relate. 

Now don't get me wrong, I think we as Christians should be happy smiling people. But God hasn't called us to be clowns for him, juggling balls, and cramming into a small car to make other people laugh and smile. He called us to be like Jesus. Jesus cried and wept sometimes. Many times he went away from his crowds of friends to just pray. But yet people still loved him and adored him. So maybe today when I go out, I will wash the red from my face and show the real me. Not caring if my scars show or if my face might frown a bit when someone says something that hurts me. I won't let this bloody clown smile define me. And you shouldn't either.