The Page Flippers

    It's the middle of the night. You wake up, startled by a nightmare. Or, maybe you simply need to make a quick trip to the bathroom. Flinging the covers off and lowering your feet to the freezing floor, you take a deep breath. Even though you know the way to wherever it is you need to go, the darkness hides every possible obstacle, keeping you...well, in the dark. Shuffling from your room, you begin the journey. All is going well, and you begin to internally cheer, you're going to make-oof! An unseen enemy blocks your path. A lego block, perhaps. *shudders* Or maybe a box. Or a shoe that some sibling left stranded in the hallway, making you stumble to your knees, scrambling for balance.  We've all been there, I'm sure. Making your way through the dark isn't a very pleasant experience. Physically....or spiritually.         There are times in our lives when the world seems to be void of any light to lead you down the right path. When ...

         Our world consists of walking around politically correct eggshells. What you say, how you say it, who you say it to, it all comes down to one thing. Whether or not you are accepting people. What exactly is accepting? The dictionary states accepting as ' believe or come to recognize (an opinion, explanation, etc.) as valid or correct.' What exactly do we believe should be accepted? I wholeheartedly agree with the acceptance of racial differences. But what about when the world urges us to accept our faults as simply being who we are? My thoughts exactly, Alice. I've mentioned in previous posts that I am a pretty shy person. I don't go around, making new friends. I wait for someone to approach me, and even then, I may not exactly be very open to conversation. I've admitted, it is a weakness. But a weakness I know God can turn into a strength, through Him. Sounds good? Good. But then we go out into the world. The world is constantly trying to pus...

         In one of my previous posts, I wrote about doing things that scared you. Well, if there's one thing that scares us teens, it's failure. Even the mere thought of having someone say 'You failed' whether it be a teacher, parent, friend, or even your own thoughts makes us scurry away from whatever it is we are facing.       It isn't very hard to draw from a personal experience from this. The most recent one is something I like to call 'Flute Fiasco'. My friends at school are all involved in some sort of musical standing, whether it is band or choir. I used to be involved in music, having played the piano for 7 years, give or take. That's around half my life! My friends began to urge me to join band with them. 'Play the flute!' they urged. 'You'll be great!' Honestly, I was scared to the bone, but I agreed, met with the teacher, tested a flute, and signed up. I wasn't really sure what I was getting into. Ha...