Dear Becca,
I hope you feel a real sense of pride in me for fulfilling my word to you by creating this blog in dedication to keeping up with you. As much as I have said this in the past, I will continue to complain and admit that I truly dislike you not living here in the North Carolina Pines with me and my family. My absolute purpose in consistently blogging is to fill you in on every detail of my life that I so desperately wish you could be apart of. You may read on your own time, whether in the middle of class or middle of the night. (Oh the beauty of the world wide web.)
It would please you to know that Joseph walked around the house today shouting "I love Justin Bieber!". I told you the fever has spread like fire. In addition to his comment on "that beautiful guy", his favorite song just happens to be "Itty bitty bitty moe lover", which he now sings while shooting his apple-size, yellow Nerf basketball into the 8 foot goal that used to be on our concrete basketball court at Hickory Lane. I had the joy of spending a good seven hours with him and Lindsey while Jacob was in Charlotte on Tuesday. Lindsey and I both fell asleep on the couch during nap time, and of course I woke up to her serving me pound cake and hot tea. I know you just got really jealous, so repent Becca, repent. Her company is more enjoyable and beneficial than I could ever express. Such a countenance, I love her more and more.
So enough with the jealous-worthy experiences, I'd much rather share with you my deep thoughts for the day. Get ready, I'm pretty profound...
Bonnie and I have had a lot of time to discuss issues in our life; everything from Youth Group stuff, school work, friends/buds, spirituality, family, and Justin Bieber's killer smile.
As far as convictions, I'll share my latest, and that is the tendencies one has having grown up in a Christian home. I know that sounds mundane. I know that sounds far from exiting, or new or shocking, but Becca I'm gonna be straight with you, I am an amazing speaker. Whoa, cocky much right?
What I mean is that I know how to speak deeply, convincing and even eloquently. You might come to me with a concern, and I can quickly convince you I am in a wonderful place, and even impress you in the process. Its almost automatic. Now how terrible is that. The truth is, I feel messy. I feel scattered, sloppy and unorganized in my school, relationships spirituality, and even my bedroom. I read my Bible with no inspiration, I do my homework but I don't really try, I talk with my parents but not openly, and I respond to acquaintances with hardly a thought to how I can help them better obey, love, and serve the Almighty. I tell you this only so you know exactly how to pray for me, I desperately need it sister.
Pray the Holy Spirit interferes with my C- attitude, my mixed up priorities and my lazy habits. Pray good influences come more often than bad, and that temptation ceases to so constantly present itself.
With the end of this first post I will add that I was telling my friend about you today, and got a little emotional. How I miss you all the friggin time.
Psalm 16:8 I have set the LORD always before me: because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Sincerely,
Annie
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