Senioridis?

Sorry I didn't blog this past week. It's 'cause my dad bought some sort of ab-mo-tron, and, rather than blog, I pump my guns (careful, they go off without warning).

My graduation party went well. If you weren't invited, it's 'cause I forgot to invite you. But you're totally welcome to come to my birthday this saturday at the lakehouse. At the graduation party, a bunch of people said nice things to bless me before I skidaddle of to college. Just about all of it rang true with me, and for what I've been feeling for the future.

A few more finals tomorrow and I'll be done. I kinda wanna skip school on thursday, since I have no finals. The only incentive to go is the senior prank, which we still haven't really planned out at all. But I'm letting senioridis kick in, so I don't particularly care.

Oh, it's an open invite for anyone to come to school during lunch or before graduation on friday and put something on my senior table. I put the picture of D. Andrew and Bolt (Juddson) on the table already, so load it up! I've got my own stuff too, so it's worth checkin' it out.

Praying With Faith Does Junk

So, thanks to D. Andrew's comment, I know some part of the reason why I wrote the second part of that last blog. Easter is coming. It was weird, 'cause I kinda felt like that story of Jesus was getting lame, and I could see someone preaching about it with real intensity, really bringing that picture into a perspective that people could grasp. The prophetic junk that God puts on me confuses me sometimes. Maybe this Holy Spirit book I'm reading will give me a hint on how to use it?

I was texting with a friend from school (Haley Jones) the other day, and we talked about Chad Rush a little bit. I was getting kinda negative, 'cause of what I've seen in him in the past schoolyear and longer. He has a buttload of anointing on him, but I just hadn't seen him use it at all. You can tell when someone has private time with God, 'cause they pour out whether they try or not. So yeah, I was very negative about him. But then I realized something. I pray for that guy every friggin' day. Then I came to realize about him what I realized about my One. There can't not be a change. The prayer of the righteous man avails much. God listens to my prayers. Things happen in response to them. So this morning, I prayed in faith for him like I've been doing for my One, and something incredible happened. He blew everyone away during devotions. We were talking about the verse that says that if you see something good to do, and you don't do the good deed, that's a sin. My example was if you see an old lady who needs help carrying her groceries, and you don't go to help her, you are sinning. At this point, Jordan and I would normally say something about it, Alex would give a one-sentence remark, and Chad would say something akin to, "Good verse". Alex responded by basically saying that that was too extreme of an example, that it didn't apply. Then Rush whips out with, "Why not?", and elaborates on how if you live with that high standard that you would see the good thing to do, you have the responsibility to do it. After that, Caleob said something about all of it being karma, and Chad was like, "Why would you substitute a secular copy of a Christian belief? Karma isn't Biblical." You can tell that Chad has had his private time with God.

I love to see Chad Rush showing off God.

Happy New Year

I've got a resolution, but I started a few weeks ago. Here's another. By the end of this new year, I want to be enrolled in a college of God's choosing. HAHA!

Here's a resolution for you. If you read my blogs, leave a comment. Otherwise, I assume that no one reads them, and they start to get less user-friendly. Kudos to Katie who comments most times she reads.

Shout-out to D. Andrew and Katie who both had rockin' parties for New Years.

Time To Dance

I have a friend, Jake Davis, who always helps to release a more outgoing side of me. I am highly regarded by their family, and I think they're a blast, so it was good to have him come over today for Priscilla's Sweet Sixteen Birthday Party. First off, my room became a meeting place (NOT NORMAL), and Jake and I loaded up on supplies, such as African and Thai drums and horns of various sorts, and we went out to greet people.

When a good amount of people had arrived, we started a dance circle on the porch. Every time I'm with Jake, we end up dancing, and we pick up moves from each other. I whipped out my puppet move (I look similar to a marionette), he showed off some Russian dancing, which is terribly hard to pull off. The music turned off for a lil' bit while they changed songs, and I yelled to them, "Please don't stop the, please don't stop the, please don't stop the music!" (That's quoting from a song, for those of you who didn't catch on.)

Shout-out to D. Andrew who showed off his dance moves for much of it!

There was later a marshmellow fight that involved two broken chairs, but these did not interest me nearly as much as the dance-off.