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The past 2 years have been the hardest years of my life. I’ve become better, but through so many changes. I accepted Jesus Christ into my heart the second Sunday of August 2006. Staying with Him & not going back to the way I use to be was very hard at first. Rewarding, but still hard. Sometimes I had thoughts like why bother? Everyone else around me who isn’t saved is having fun. Why do I have to sit back & watch while everyone who isn’t saved is having the time of their life?

But then I scolded myself. Being God’s child shouldn’t have felt like a chore. Being God’s child was a blessing. I kept my head up & I had the right kind of fun. Football games, movie & bowling nights, sleepovers & rolling yards :). I wasn’t perfect-never have been never will be. I simply didn’t give in. For the first year I had the most wonderful time. Everything was going right. I was growing in Christ, I had great grades, a ton of friends, & a wonderful boyfriend. August 10, 2007 my Great Grandfather passed away. I loved my Paw Paw more than anything in the world & losing him was the hardest thing I’ve ever went through. With the support of my family & my Jacob(boyfriend), I made it through the loss. School became harder, life at home became more hetic, & Bible Drill season started. I didn’t even know all the books of the Bible. So over Christmas vacation, I learned them all-alone. When the season began, I studied. And practiced. And studied & practiced some more. I got Superior. It felt amazing when a few months ago I didn’t even know all the books. Here I was, the very best. Well, my individual best :).

My Grandpa’s birthday passed on February 1. He would have been 84. I was sad that day, but I had Jacob by my side to cheer me up. After a while, I got back into my own routine. But on May 2, that also changed. Jacob broke up with me. May 3 would have been our 2 & 1/2 year anniversary. That night I broke down. Everything was changing. I was getting older & wiser. And I was afraid. I stayed up all night thinking about what all had stayed the same in the past year. There was only one thing I realized that didn’t change-my Love for God.

I still miss my Paw Paw. I rock at Bible Drills. Losing Jacob was hard, it’s still hard. But through all of these, I learned so much about myself. Losing Paw Paw, I realized that I am stronger than I make myself out to be. Through Bible Drills, I learned that I can do anything I set my mind to, no matter what anyone may say. And dating Jacob helped me not only how wonderful he is, but how wonderful I can be too. I am a good person. I don’t think I’m perfect-that will never be. But for the first time in my life, I feel good about who I am. I am proud that I am Vernon Leon Rosamond’s great grand-daughter. I am proud that I placed Superior in State Bible Drills. I am proud that I had the chance to be accpeted in Jacob Roeland’s life and in his heart also.

But most of all, I am proud that I am a child of God. Trials in life will bring out the best of me. Thanks to times like this, I am no longer afraid of change. But I accept it. Because, being God’s child-that will never change

There is a lot of things going on right now. Last night I read the passage in my Bible about how Jesus calmed the storm while in a boat with His disciples. When they woke Him up, He simply said “Peace, be still!” & everything calmed as if nothing had ever happened. Well, right now I’m trusting Him to calm the storm in my life right now. Just letting everyone know.

Somewhere over the Rainbow

Heaven lies

There will be no drama or failure

But songs sweeter than lullabies

Somewhere over the Rainbow

My heart is there

One day I’ll be complete

When I meet Jesus in the air

Until then I’ll wish upon the stars

And maybe the bright moon too

That I make a difference while I’m here

And that I’ll successfully make it soon!

I hope God can look on me

And say “Well done my child!”

And I’d like to feel His warm embrace,

But I might have to wait for a while

Somewhere over the Rainbow

My soul will always be at rest

And I won’t know anything lest

Than complete happiness

Oh, some day, over the Rainbow…

Tags: poetry

 Even though ‘The Miracle of Life’ movie almost made me pass out, I truly think pregnancy is amazing. Did you know before a baby is even born it’s heart will beat over 65 billion times? Also, it’s what makes a child apart of you & someone you love(hopefully!) but it’s also what makes them a completely different person.

This is something that I usually avoid talking about, because of the many arguments it leads to. But, since this is my site I’m gonna just say how I feel about it. No one can’t stop me :)  I’ll go ahead & tell you, I’m very very against abortion.

A lot of people argue that women should be able to have abortion if they’re pregnant by a man who raped them. I can understand that. But, there’s still the fact that the baby had nothing to do with that awful thing. It’s like the scene in the movie North Country(it’s really good if you haven’t seen it). The woman who stars as the main character was raped by her teacher when she was 16. She becomes pregnant with his baby. She gives birth to his son & raises him on her on. Whenever he asked about where his daddy was, she just told him he died in the army. Well, in a series of events her son finds out the truth when he’s 13. He gets angry and runs to his aunts house because he believes his mother just slept with her teacher for grades. When he cools down he walks home & she is waiting for him on the porch. When he sat beside her she told him the whole truth about what happened.

“I honestly didn’t want you. My stomach grew everyday and it just reminded me what happened. But one night, while I was sitting on my bed you moved inside of me. I’d never felt anything so delicate, like a small butterfly. It was then I realized you were not his baby, you were my baby. And that ugliness had nothing to do with you. ”

That scene was just…I don’t know how to say it…personal. It was like you could feel how much she loved her son. The decision is up to any woman, but after I saw that, I know I could never give up my child if I were raped. That baby deserves a chance.

The only other thing I can think of right now of why a woman would have an abortion would be because she simply wouldn’t want it. I can NOT stand that. First of all, everyone knows you have a chance of getting pregnant whenever you have sex. Abortion shouldn’t be treated as somewhat of a late birth control. Second of all, there are MILLIONS of couples who would do ANYTHING to have a child of their own. If you have the baby, they would love to ‘ease your problems’ by raising and loving your child when it’s really a blessing from God that you’re losing. So, if you don’t want your baby why not give to someone who does? And finally third of all, I’d rather have 5 children without drugs naturally than have an abortion. Not a lot of girls know what they’re getting into when they make that trip to the doctor. Well, they cut your stomach open like a C-Section but then comes this vacuum-looking tube and it sucks the fetus out. Yeah, it’s awful. They say a lot of women who have an abortion are haunted by the cry of their babies. I say bless the little pure souls who never had the chance to experience what we take for granted. Life.

Tags: Seriousness

During English one day we somehow got on topic of Romeo & Juliet. It’s been years but I’ve seen the movie but never have read anything on the story. Some people said Romeo drank the poison after Juliet, some said he killed himself and she died & so on & so on.

So this afternoon I looked up the story of Romeo & Juliet. And what had happened was Romeo found his beloved Juliet asleep, but he thought her dead. She was really faking so she wouldn’t have to marry Paris. Romeo and Paris fight, and in the end Romeo kills Paris. Paris’s last request as he dies is to be laid in a coffin with his dear Juliet. Romeo does lay him in a tomb, but not with Juliet. Instead he walks over to her body then kisses her. “Here’s to my love” and he drinks the poison. Romeo dies next to his love. But a short while later Juliet awakes to find Romeo beside her, not breathing. “What’s this?” she picks up the cup. “A drink to die and left none for me? I shall kiss him for there is poison still dripping from his lips.” Well, she does but it’s not enough. She then hears voices approaching. So she takes her Romeo’s knife and stabs her heart. She dies in his arms.

This is just the basics I got from what I read, it may not be exactly correct. But I think it’s really sad. No matter what it is, reading a book is always more touching than any movie. But that’s just me

And by the way, Romeo & Juliet were 14 years old. How’s that for some serious love at a young age?

Tags: Randomness

I’m not that much of a newspaper reader & I don’t think I’ve ever picked up a Lifestyle article. Well, today my mother went into a store & decided to take one to read. Later at home when I came in from walking, she handed it to me.
“See if you want to give your Winter Formal dresses to this.”

So I picked it up and hadn’t really planned on reading it just yet, but after I read the first sentence, I couldn’t stop. What my mother was talking about is a project created by Miss Brandy Stuart(a Social Studies teacher at Neshoba Central) & Miss Rachel Kiepe(librarian at Neshoba Central). The object of the program is to provide Prom Dresses to girls who may not be able to afford them.

I was really touched by the kindness of these two ladies created such a thoughtful program. They came up with the name “Queen Esther’s Closet” from scripture in the Holy Bible. “The Lord used Esther’s beauty to save a nation & that spoke to me” says Miss Kiepe. These women believe that every girl should be a Princess for at least one night, no matter what their situations are at home.

 As far as donations, Queen Esther’s Closet will accept dresses, clothing bags, shoes, jewelry, and/or boys’ suits & tuxedoes. They’re especially looking for girls’ dresses in larger sizes. The dresses don’t have to be specifically for prom, any used or new formal dresses will do such as bridesmaids’ dresses or pagent dresses. I’m donating 2 of my old Winter Formal dresses and shoes too.

If anyone would like more information, you can reach Miss Kiepe at 601-389-6713 or Miss Stuart at 601-575-4926. So if you can please give to this wonderful program or if you’re not able just pass it on. Every girl deserves to feel like a Princess-even if it is for only a night

Sorry it’s been so long since I got on this stinking thing(which is probably only one viewer now any way lol). My computer has been blah. But now, thanks to my bf, unblah.

 Anyway, continuing with main point. I didn’t mention this in my previous post, but my mom is a teacher at my school. She teaches kids who range from 8th-12th grade. For the past 3 or 4 months she has been making them work on this sort of Autobiography. I read her copy of a list of topics they had to write about. One of them caught my eye. The assingment said “Which is more difficult: a dream or a nightmare?”

Naturally I thought, well a nightmare of course. They make you scared. But when I really thought about it, no, the answer isn’t a nightmare. I believe it’s a dream. When you have a nightmare, you always wake up. And when you do wake, there is someone there to tell you everything is ok. But when you have a dream, it’s something that’s a part of you in a way. It’s something you’ve always held inside your heart. And when your dreams don’t come true, it can be enough to break your heart.

When you wake up for a nightmare, remember it was never real. But when someone discourages your dreams, don’t listen. The only things that will ever make them reality are 1)PRAYING 2)HARD WORK & 3) FAITH. With these three things you can do anything.

So, which is more difficult, a dream or nightmare? I really believe a dream is. Maybe we need to be more careful about laughing at other people’s dreams. Their dreams just might make a difference one day

Tags: Randomness