Dark Era 15
The weekend seemed like 2 years instead of 2 days. Me & Katie past the time hanging out, talking and doing homework of course. Katie asked if I'd like to go to the youth group again. I thought, 'Well, who'd it hurt?' Even though Noah sometimes made me uncomfortable I guess it would be fine.
I couldn't really pay attention to youth service, even though Katie kept nudging me whenever I spaced out. "And Faith," the pastor said. I jumped slightly, shocked. "Is not immediate. Faith needs to be grown, for some it will grow at a staggering rate, while for other it might not grow at all. There needs to be hope for faith, and love for faith. Hardship makes faith grow too, but you need to seek God for the answer, instead just looking at the problem" 'Faith.' I thought to myself. 'Is not immediate, it need hope and love...and...hardship?' I thought.
After youth group Katie's mom came to pick us up. While we headed to my house Katie's mom asked, "So, Faith, how you feeling? Nervous?" "Yea...I guess there's lots of things to think about. Whether I win or loose." I said quietly. She drove into my driveway, "Well, it's alright, everyone gets that way." I stepped out of the car, and was about to close the door when Katie's mom called out, "We'll be praying for you!" I stepped back, closed the door, and watched the car drive away.
'Praying? For me?' I wondered, 'What does THAT mean?' There was kid in our class, and she always said she'd pray for people, and everyone thought she was weird. She wasn't normal, not like Katie was, I'd talked to her once or twice. She was part-Catholic, she'd told me, (meaning she didn't exactly go to church, but she believed in God) and prayer does work, she'd also said. She relied on it better than she relied on her own hands she'd said. 'Prayer...' I wondered, 'Will that help any? Will it make the judges think my paintings are better than anyone elses'? Would make them think I deserved to go to the art classes? The ones I could never, ever afford without this prize? Maybe?
Labels: Dark Era
I wanna change my blog name. But I cannot think of anything.... My creative brain juice is giving out. So my blog is going nameless till I can think of something.
shoot. why can't I think of anything????Any suggestions?????again, expect things from me!!! not presents though, saving that for when I come back in December. Keep guessing!!! I'm dropping clues everywhere!!! Guess, guess, guess!!!Labels: Just Writing
Memories of weeks past ;)
Memories of weeks past. (Warning: SUPER LONG POST)
Starting with when the RL team came to India. We ordered pizza from Dominoes down the road and some other stuff. There were like 20-25 people in the house, so it was kinda noisy. Randolff [sp?] passed me all the notes, cards & gifts you all gave me.
THANK YOU!!! IT WAS SO NICE TO HEAR FROM YOU!!! EXPECT THINGS COMING FROM INDIA 2 YOU!!! :D
Then was the sports camp. Gosh, was it tiring. Woke up 6+ in the morning, went off to the OM base, and did worship.
This is the kids status during worship.
First day: okay. Second day: GOOD. Third day: even better! Fourth day: kinda distracted. Fifth day: REALLY REALLY GOOD! Sixth day: EAR BURSTING LOUD!!! they are so responive.
Now, my status.
First day: Nervous, okay. Second day: Good! Third day: Encouraged by the kids enthusiasm. So did very well! Fourth day: Slowing down. Fifth day: Slowing down even more. Sixth day: Smack myself, jump around and everything to get more enthu. So, did good.
Haha, first day they gave us the flower wreath! Heavier than expected. Like, just flowers, but lots and LOTS of flowers.
The sports camp, all in all. Was really good!!! Go RL team!!!
Went to an "Indian Amusment Park"! Soooo interesting! Rode a camel, watched a puppet show, a magic show & had some awsome food.
The dining experience in itself was amazing to start with. We got there, sat down on cushions on the floor, infront of a little wooden table. On it was a plate: a plate made of leaves, sewn together, that looked like a typical, everyday plate. There were 3 little tin-foil cuppy things, with chutney, and some little Indian chip-things on the side. The Indian chip-things were salty-ish, nice. They started by giving out some sugary looking thing, almost like gula malacca [sp?]. And these little chapati [sp?] looking things, then the waiters (which were dressed in local Indian outfits) put curries in the tin-foil cuppy things. Then they served...actual chapadi [sp?], and gave a little fried piece of bread. It looked like a donut hole, except, it wasn't sweet, and there wasn't much flavour.
When my dad asked the waiter what to do with it, he signalled to dip it in one of the curries. Which I'm guess wasn't an actual curry CURRY. Only looked like it. Then he asked the waiter what to do the brown sugar/gula malacca looking thing. He signalled to the spoon and said something like, "Just eat plain sir. Just eat plain." My dads eyes got big (he can't take sugar) and said thank you. When the waiter walked away I tasted the brown sugar/gula malacca looking thing; it was like eating sugar! I scrunched up my nose and told my dad just to taste it, or he might half-die eating a while spoonful of it.
Another highlight: I didn't know that the chutney was an Indian pickled thing. Kinda like acha, only a million catrillion times saltier. So me, being the food-adventure-girl put a big piece in my chapati (just forget the spelling okay?) and put it into my mouth. My mouth.....was.....exploding. So salty!!!! I'll never eat chutney again!!!!! Dad laughed at me later when I'd told him I'd taken a HUGE piece of it. -.-"
Then just yesterday, we went to a wedding celebration ceremony. Mind you, we were going to the brides house. We just figured we'd wear out punjabi suits, and dress all nice...kinda a mistake. We got there, and the girls from the worship team (the worship team was invited) were all just wearing jeans and shirts, or simple punjabi suits. I felt real stupid, wearing my bright red and green suit, with all the sequins and embroidery. 'Shoot', I thought. 'I could've worn my jeans instead of this silly getup.'
Soon after hanging out there for a while. They started taking tumeric paste, and putting on all the ladies neck and feet. (My feet are still a bit yellow now) Then me & Reagan (who were inside the house) heard some screaming and yelling from outside. We looked at each other and figured the worship team people were playing around with the tumeric paste or something. Then the sister who invited us asked us to come outside to play with everyone else. Explaining she was talking all the kids outside to play. We came outside....and there was water flying, screaming, and obvious yellowish-orange stains on the whiter shirts the boys were wearing. Three words: TUMERIC WATER FIGHT!!! Me, Reagan & Zoe (who'd been staring for a while already) just stood and stared. We were obviously invisible to the tumeric water warriors chasing each other and tossing buckets of yellow water on each other. We didn't dare go close in case mom later killed us for getting our clothes yellow stained or anything. Mom, and all the ladies, came out though, and we were allowed to play. Only with plain water, but still. As a welcome to our joining, we got a full bucket of clear, cold water poured on us. After that we just got splashed slightly. So it was okay.
We all stopped to watch the actual ceremony. The bride-to-be, sat on a low, low, low stool, holding her knees. Then the family members and pastors (one by one) poured rice on her head, shoulders, knees and feet. They also smeared tumeric paste on he face and arms. It was a real interesting day.
Photos on FaceBook!!! Titled: Incredible India.
EXPECT A LETTER FROM ME!!! i know you all wanna hear from me ;)
In honor of 9/11
Whenever I hear of people dying, I first think of the mother, the father, the brother, the sister, the grandmother, the grandfather, and the uncle or aunt first. How they feel about losing someone they love.
Is that bad?I dwell on the past, and sometimes I don't think it's worth it. Sometimes we dwell more often on the bad parts of our life than the good.
Am I an awful person because if it?Labels: Just Writing
Dad got me keyboard! It's not like the Casio, but it's just good to have it. So, yaaay! He and mom also taught me some...circle of keys or something. It'll totally help with my playing for the church. (If I ever play)
Last weekend after church mom and dad taught their vocal training with the worhship team. Normally, I just sit in the back of the room, but mom & dad wanted me to sit up front. I sit in because Zoe & Reagan are out playing with their friends, and mom & dad want me to be in the worship team. Because all the musicians are also taking the vocal lessons, dad asked all the people who played an instrument to step to one side in groups: guitarists, pianists & drummers. In the end there were only 2-3 people left!!! So the singers will sometimes be musicians, and the musicians will sometimes be singers. Dad says it helps to make them appreciate each other more, and know how the other side works/feels. Also, we can have back-up people for emergencies.
Beriyani & curd for lunch-again! It still tastes as good as when I first had it. haha!
Yesterday we walked out to Secunderabad, which is like 30+ minute walk away. Normallly dad will walk there for buying tendorii & naan when we don't have time to make dinner. This time he took us to a different "hotel" (restraunt) and there were all kinds of nice stuff! Though we all agreed the tendorii and naan still tastes best. *hehe*
The RiverLife team is coming next week for a sports camp! Me, Reagan & Zoe are all helping with a skit, and worship actions. So next week will be pretty busy I think...
i can't even remember the last time i saw you. playing the keyboard is addictive you know. when you forget to remember, someone always gets forgotten.
