Guess what? 7 years and three days ago I became a Christian! Yep, February 7th, 1999. I wrote the date in this little New Testament that they handed out at church that day. That's why I remembered. I mean, I had a vague idea that it was in February, but I wasn't sure of the exact day or I would've told you on the exact day. Anyway, happy birthday to me! :)
I just wanted to say that I am through with cheapo Valentines Day cards. I mean, what a way to show someone you care. Give them a shiny rectangular peice of carboard with a Hershey's Kisses taped to it and your name scrawled at the bottom. The only cards I could get a hold of this year (that my mom was willing to pay for) were these really cheesy LOTR ones and they were only a dollar. I'm not handing those things out! They're embarrasing! And yes, when I bought them I thought that maybe I could look past the "Hope your Valentine's Day is precious!" lines and little heart stickers, but I'm not getting into it this year. My friends would just chuck them the first chance they get. That's what I did with all of their cards (don't be offended!). Anyway, I'll just give 'em all a hug and a personalized message. From me. An original thought that I mean and is (hopefully) a lot less cheesy. :) We'll have to wait and see about that.
Anyway, I wrote this poem for my mom. Don't laugh, either. It's for Valentine's Day and it isn't the cutesy rhyming variety either. I hate trying to rhyme, I can never get my thoughts out clearly. Anyway, it's heartfelt and my mother appreciates it, so it doesn't really matter if anyone else doesn't like it. It isn't for them.
Which sort've brings me to another point. We had FCS (Fellowship of Christian Students) today and there were only two of us singers from the band that actually made it to practice this morning and to the meeting this afternoon, so there were only two of us singing. And the other board members who were standing up front to rally the kids kept hissing at us, "One of you needs to tell them to sing out!" And since Lara didn't want to, I did.
I kind've got into it too. At first, I was trying to get their attention. "Hello? Um, hi there. Yeah, I'm trying to say something so it'd be nice if you sort've listened. Um, hello?" And finally three or so kids all started yelling really loud, like, "HEY! Listen up and pay attention! She's talking to you!!!" Which was a lot more efficient, even though I was speaking into a mic and they were all just yelling. Anyway, I kind've rambled on for a bit about how, if we all sang really loud, we couldn't hear ourselves so there would be no need to feel self-conscious, but it had to be a group effort so we should ALL sing really really loud. Of course, it didn't work.
But then this other girl said something about, "We should be singing for God anyway, not ourselves or the people around us. So it only matters what God thinks and He'll love it." Which sounded a lot better than my speach had. Short and sweet.
Why didn't I think of that?
And why do I have such a horrible habit of rambling?