Rethinking...

This month, being all of December I'm taking a break from media with a few other friends. All media instagram, blogging, and even pinterest. We're taking a step back and looking at each other. We're deciding that internet selves don't matter. It is crazy hard to keep off of social media. 

For some reason looking at social media puts me in a bad mood.

Only because of FOMO. 

Also known as Fear Of Missing Out. I feel super jealous when I see one of my friends in a group of others I'm good friends with but I'm not there. 

Why should I feel jealous? I shouldn't. This is why my friends and myself are going through a whole month without looking at our media.If you want to you should do it with us! It would be so cool to know viewers are doing it too! 

I want to be able to be real with everyone. Be able to look at them for something other than a post or username. I want to take a step back and look at my friends and appreciate them. 

I would love to not want to go back and look at Instagram and Pinterest for more than five minutes.  I want to get to do things I could have done when I was surfing the Internet instead. 

This wasn't my best post... at all. I hope you do it with me. May the Lord bless you all. 

P.S. I will be writing a post about Thanksgiving after the holidays are over. 

Quiet My Heart

Just Like Jesus.

Psh

Psh let's forget the HUT story it's too long and I've missed blogging. I just want to say sorry to those who might have been hurt by someone who calls themselves a Christian. Those who have been hurt have also probably hurt another person. This is the hard truth in my life. I saw something on pintrest the other day about gay parents who bring their children to rallies and that the children don't know what their parents are making them support. Then I read the comment under it and it urked me; it said something about so many people go to church and don't even know what their doing and what and who they are supporting. Some church goers are like that. Lots of churches will care about how you dress, and how you worship. Others are like cults. While others are happy clappy churches that only care that you love the Lord with all your heart. I am so sorry for all those I have and will hurt.I am as guilty as anyone for hurting someone. Not everyone in the church know what they are doing; this is very true. I hate that when people who aren't in love with Christ see the church as a bunch of terrible people who hate those who aren't Christian. Lots of places, clubs, any group gathering thing is seen by the worst person or peoples in the group. (Not very well described I know) God loves everyone, I have a hard time myself loving everyone. This is every human. Please hear me out, because Jesus loved everyone we should too; it doesn't mean we should love their actions, but rather love their soul and pray for everyone. This is a little venting session because of that pin that got me thinking hard. Thanks for reading if you did! God bless you; he and I love you! 

Oh so Much Fun!

Last weekend I went to a retreat thing. I'm guessing you can call it that. I actually went to a missions training village. If you want to go you can look up H.U.T (Harding University Tahkodah) I just wanted to tell you my H.U.T story.

I got up around 5:10 which was wayyy to early to go to church, but I had to catch the bus. We took an hour and a half drive to Camp Tahkodah. When we got there we piled off the bus and went into a big warehouse looking building. In the building we sat on some couches and sang many devo songs until it was time for our tour of the H.U.T grounds to start.

When the time came we went outside into some frigid cold weather and took a tour of the grounds. First we took a hike down to a place called the slums, just like all the slums  of the world. Then we carried on to some Japanese houses that were built high above the ground they were made mostly out of bamboo and were pretty cool! Next we headed off to the American houses, they were nasty there was trash and nasty grime everywhere, I was looking forward to not getting this hut. We then headed up to the second part of the American homes, it was a RV and there was a snake skin in there and possibly a raccoon. YUCK! We took a running hike up a very large hill and went to a I think a house that was supposed to be a house in the poorer part of Spain. It was neat. We next went to Bolivia and they had a different kind of toilet; it had a vent and the entire Bolivian ground stunk! We learned we would be paid for our later work here. Off to Africa we go! Their huts are nicer than most that were on the H.U.T grounds. Hopefully I will stay in there. It will be tons of fun. 

We finally came to an end to our tour. There about 30 feet from where we finished is a playground merry-go-round that makes energy as you turn it, haha we played on that for about an hour! It was so much fun! The hour was up so we joined the other church that had come to spend time with us. We played a game together were we had to carry water back and forth about 30 meters, not far, but boy howdy it sure hurt. God bless those who have to go miles and miles with even more water on their shoulders.