Tag, I'm it!

Eldarwen tagged me for this post! Thanks girl!

"Pick your favorite musical artist/movie star/famous whoever -- and post a picture (or two, or three, or four) of him, and what it is about him that you love, and what it is about him that you might hope for, for whoever God has planned for you for your future."
Michael Donehey- lead of Tenth Ave. North.

What is it that I love about him? I love his music. His songs are learning experiences for me. They teach new concepts and ideas. He went to a christian school his whole life, which is nice to know that there is hope for someone who has been there and done that. I think that's why his songs always hit home for me. You learn a lot in a Christian school, and I think he's used that and incorporated it into the songs. I've actually talked to the guy once. It was when I was in Alabama for Student Life 2009 (which is the coolest thing ever.) They were going to put on a concert, and I got to go right on up and talk to the band. I still have his pick from the concert. It was very exciting.


I hope for being silly and having fun. I hope for seriousness that develops into deep and meaningful conversations. I hope for joy, and love. I hope for God to be the center of all relationships. I hope for ways to help people know Jesus. I hope for Jesus to be a must to survive. I hope for Him to be everything.
This is how I picture him being like. Since I can only assume, I gave this more from my perspective.


Whoever God has planned for my future. He's married. I'm not one of those people who fan girls (who knew that could be a verb?) on someone who is married. But, I love that he has a family and that his family means a lot to him. I'm his friend on facebook (yeah, I know, way to be a stalker Ali.) and he has these pictures posted on there that are of him, his wife, and his daughter. I love that I can easily assume that he's a family guy. He's bold. I love it when people become "famous" and they tell people what they believe in. It's admirable.
I almost did Francis Chan on this, but decided not to because of this article. I still completely admire who he is and what God is challenging us to do through him.
~Believer in PRTC

ps- You should sign up for my giveaway!! (If you haven't already.)

oh Christmas memories

When I was younger...

Every time that we go a lot of fresh, new snow my brother and I would be going ballistic. We would wake my Dad up (Most of the time Mom worked the weekends when these shenanigans happened.) on a Saturday morning, and we would tell him that it had snowed. After he eventually woke up, we all would go and get those cheap, awesome plastic cups that you get for free when you eat off the kids menu at restaurants, and we'd hand them to Dad. Dad would then face the cold weather and go and fill out cups up with snow. He would set them on the table, and bring over the Tang. We would then proceed to pour the Tang over our snow and then eat it. It was marvelous orange snow.

We would never wake up early for Christmas when we were younger. One year my brother and I got woken up by my Mom and Dad around 8:30. We were not awake. My brother, without saying a word, went and got his pillow and blanket and brought it out to the couch and tried to back to sleep (as a 5 year old).  But eventually we opened our presents and all was good.

Every year we make our own tree ornaments.

Notice the expert paint job

These ones are cool.

Who said watermelons can't be Christmasy?

My brother's Christmas eel.

My Jellyfish

I made Santa :) 

My cat's homemade toy.
 What holiday traditions or memories do you have?
I'd love to hear!
~Believer in PRTC


Merry Christmas! My giveaway is starting! This happens to be my 101th post :) I'm starting the giveaway now, and it will end on Jan 1, 2011. Which is also the date that I started my blog, a year ago.

Since I know you guys all looked at the picture first, it's not as surprising by the time you've read this.
But I'm giving away a small "hot chocolate" notebook, a Papermate Expressions pen, and the Newsboys' new CD- Born Again. (Which I highly recommend, it's great. My mom has it.)
Here's how you can win:

1. Follow my blog. 1 entry
2. Blog about it yourself and leave the web address please! 1 entry
3. Tell me your favorite book you've ever read. 1 entry
4. You already follow me you say? Congrats, you get another entry just for that. 1 entry
5. Tell me the best and worst Christmas gift you've ever received. 1 entry.

Please leave whatever of these you do in a comment.

Thanks you guys! I'll have the winner posted as soon as I can after the giveaway ends. Then you can just comment your shipping address (which will only go to me, and will NOT get posted or given away.) when you win and I'll ship it out asap!
~Believer in PRTC

"I want to hold your hand..."

I'm listening the the many 219 tunes of the Beatles that my father brought home for my brother and I. I don't know if it's like this for many people, but I feel like a little girl again. I'm reminded of the times when I was in our old station wagon (which I loved) listening to the oldies radio station. I could sing almost every song that was played by the time I was 8. I still am very proud of this.
Then I hit 10. A new phase in the oldies. My Dad started quizzing us on who the artist were. Whether it was CCR, Rev. Al Green, Carly Simon, Stevie Wonder, The Beatles, The Doors, Earth Wind and Fire, The Who, The Monkees, or one of the many others, I was pretty good at it. I would sit in the back on the left side (I know it was that spot because those seats our the exact same now a days. I'm always on the left and Zach, my brother, is always on the right. Neither of us are allowed to ride shotgun because we used to fight about it. Now we have just done it ever since.) and listen to "You're so Vain", which was one of my favorites back then, on the way to school. The problem came when I would walk into my Christian school and begin singing it. I find it funny that I, as preschooler, was serenading my classmates to "You're so Vain".
My favorite was when I hit the age of twelve. We had a CD with the oldies on it. My favorite song you ask? "I'm a Believer" by the Monkees. I was in gymnastics at the time and we had a spacious house that (Thank you Jesus) had carpet. My friend and I would put it on as loud as whichever babysitter would allow, and do gymnastics routines to it. It was a blast.
All this to say, I have a Beatles shirt that I wear. Until people started asking me about them I had never really looked into anything other then their music. I always feel silly when people ask me about them and I don't know squat.
This is changing now though. I have been reseaching them and doing my homework. So thanks John, Paul, George, and Ringo for your brilliant music and my favorite t-shirt.
~Believer in PRTC

a secret to tell

Having a secret that you get to tell everyone is very fun. The sad part is if people are disappointed in the means, but for the most part, it's great. I've been spending these past few weeks silently dropping little things here and there letting my friends know first what is happening. Then I told some people in my small group (Bible study), then my youth group. But I still have yet to tell everyone at my school...

Wohoo! :) I'm super excited. Going from my "Christian" school to a public school sounds so exciting! Not to many people totally understand the main reason I want to change. I will do my best to explain, but if you don't get it, then I ask that you'll just pray for me as I leave my memories, and start new.
I want to love. That's pretty much it. I'm ready to help other people encounter a life changing love that will hold them. My youth group plays a big part in this. Every Wednesday we take a bus there to pick up students who want to come. Then we take them back afterwards. My youth group isn't something I'd call normal, we have a uniquiness that isn't found very many places. I'm not saying that to brag, at all. The thing is, I can almost gaurentee that once they are there they will eventully come back. I think that would help things be successful. I can't wait to start something big and new there. I know that the FCA (fellowship of Christian athletes) there is struggling right now, and I would like to try and help.
I know that these are big ambitions, but it's my heart. I know people will and can be mean, but God loves them, aren't I supposed to?
Prayers would be appreciated. I start the first week of January.
~Believer in PRTC
ps. Pray for a miracle... Kelsey

oh, titles, who reads them anyways?

I remember about a year, maybe two, ago that my pastor got up on the square, wooden stage. Figuring that it would be another good sermon that I would remember for a week or two, then forget, I didn't really pay attention.
Until he played a video.
This video to be exact. It messed with my head. It still messes with my head. Is Guitar Hero really that important? What is it that makes our private selfishness unleash itself? I just can't figure it out.
A few nights ago, the lead singer from Tenth Ave. North (I love their music) posted "I've decided that consumerism poses a far worse threat to the American church than witchcraft."
Is this true? That same day our pastor showed that video, he told us that the same amount of money that Americans as a whole spend on Christmas would be enough to take care of all of the water problems in the world.
That completely freaked me out. I'm blessed, more then I know it. But, have I really missed that I could be doing more? When I begin thinking about this, I want to start something bigger, that would help people. Then, I start thinking about how much work that would actually be, and how I'm still a teen...I don't want to be another number though, I want to help people.
This is most likely a lot of mumbo jumbo thrown together, but it's my thoughts in some way.
I'm getting up at 2:30am to go shopping (it's a tradition) but I promise not to fight over any guitar hero sets :)
~Believer in PRTC

Part 2 is here :)

Sorry 'bout the delay! Was rather busy lately, but I'm good now. Enjoy!
Read the first part here.

“I’m not the same anymore.” I wanted to warn him he was getting in over his head.

“Neither am I.”

I stared at him. “Of course not, you idiot, but you still have God, you still have this.” My hand motioned to the church.

“You don’t?”

“Well, no. Duh. I’ve messed up to much. I can never come back.” It sounded sappy and unconvincing.

“Do you want to?”

I didn’t see that coming. I just stared at him. He rose one eyebrow and shared a questioning look.

“Would you like to at least look inside?” Kindly, he asked. “To see how it’s changed since you’ve been here?”

I can do this. I nodded.

We both got out and met at the front of my slug bug where I stood frozen on the sidewalk. Staring, I remembered all of the life changing moments I had here. The times at youth retreats where I worshiped God. The moments where I had made friends, and laughed. At least there weren’t any people walking out that I remembered. He placed his hand on the small of my back and nudged me to move. We walked up the stairs and to the beautiful entryway.

Wow, this has changed a lot.

The crimson red that used to paint the walls was replaced with a deep, majestic purple. There was a small coffee bar on the right, and a little courtyard with chairs and tables in front of it.

He led me into the auditorium that I had seen every Sunday, until recently, since I was little. The soft, blue chairs all in rows from the front to the back lined the large room. Then, of course, there was the same pulpit that there was when I was younger standing at the front and center of the stage, with guitars, a keyboard, and a drum set in the background. Movement at the front of the stage caught my eye.

“Pastor George…” The whisper unexpectedly came out of my mouth.

Mac heard me and followed my gaze. “Hey Pastor George, want me to lock up today?”

“Yeah, sure! That’ll be gre- “Pastor George stared at us for a second, then tilted his head and squinted.

“Elle?” He questioned. “Is that you?” Excitement over flew the question.

I nodded, silently, feeling guilty for not keeping in contact with the guy for so long.

The aged preacher practically sprinted down the center isle and enveloped me in a bear hug.

“It’s so great to see you Elle! I’ve been praying for you for so long, I knew God was going to bring you by here sooner or later!”

Mac was practically choking while trying to hold in his laugh after seeing my surprised face.

“Here Elle,” He handed me his contact card, “lets catch up sometime soon.” With that he winked at me, murmured something to Mac and walked out of the door.

“Still, years later and he still gives me that gigantic hug. You would have thought that I might have outgrown it.” I told him.

“Never.” He walked forward up the isle, leaving me to observe.

“I’m enjoying your sympathy.” I told him as he picked up an acoustic guitar and sat on the stairs leading to the stage. He looked at me and patted the spot next to him.

“Please don’t make me do this.” I told him.

“I’m not going to make you do anything. I just would like you to sit by me.” He showed that easy-going smile.

I shook my head, denying his request.

“Soot yourself.”

He started strumming on the guitar and quietly singing while I was looking around.

Everything looked about the same. The color, chairs, pulpit, and cross.

That cross.

I stared at the icon standing at the front of the church. I hated that stupid thing. I felt so much shame, so much guilt. I wanted to feel free like I did when I was a teen. Feel loved from the people who went here. I wasn’t even sure I could be loved again. Genuinely loved, that is. I looked up at Mac. He had his eyes closed, still playing the instrument, but looking like he was at peace. I couldn’t make out his words, but wanted to hear what was keeping him so focused.

“Will you sing louder?” I could see that he was slightly embarrassed when he noticed that I was looking at him.

“Nope, you have to come sit up here, I guess.” Reasoning was always his strength. He continued playing, completely enveloped in his worship.

I wandered up there, but stopped at the bottom of the stage.

“Mac, I’m not, I- I shouldn’t be here. It’s not where I belong.” It forcefully came out.

“Why?” He stopped everything and turned his attention to me.

“I’ve messed up so much. I’ve done things I shouldn’t. I used to know right and wrong, but I always did the thing I hated the most. I regret so many of my actions. I-” I had made my way up the stairs and felt the lit-up cross mounted on the wall. Silently, I cried. I had never felt so taken advantage of in my life. So many people told me that they loved me, but none of them met it. None of them lasted. The place that had loved genuinely had lasted. Why had I been so stupid to leave?

“Haven’t we all?” I could hear him quietly walking up behind me.

“I-” Swallow. Mac will only help you. “ I can’t change this though. I’m trapped in a world I don’t want. People have hurt me. Someone has hurt me. He is hurting me.”

“What’s happened Elle?” His voice was stern, defensive.

“I was stupid.”

“Elle, what has this guy done to you?” He placed his hand on my shoulder, causing me to look at him. Tears streamed down my face. I had done so well at keeping everything a secret. I took my sleeves and pulled them up one at a time, revealing bruises of all sizes and colors.

“He hurts me. If I don’t do what I’m supposed to. I was stupid, and left a I had written to you letter out.”

“What did it say?“ His face was as hard as stone.

“I was trying to write you, to tell you that I was going to escape from him. It, it explained everything. He found it…” My voice trailed off as muffled sobs came out.

“No, no…you’re safe.” Mac wrapped his arms around me.

“Mac…” I tried to push, away. I can’t let him end up hurting himself. “I’m pregnant.”

“I will protect you.” He told me, adamant. He wouldn’t let me go. I could feel his tears on the back of my neck. I let myself feel loved for the first time in a long time. I finally wasn’t alone.


Two years had passed since that day. I could remember it like no other day in our lives. Mac and I were married standing in that same spot a little over a year later. The sweet spot of redemption had held a special place for us. We now have a beautiful son named Nathan, meaning gift of God. Our small family shared love like no other. Though, we had our problems when Nathan’s dad had tried to enter the picture again, Mac kept his promise. God kept His promise. The sweet redemption of Christ saved our beautiful dreams.

A Story, Part 1

She sat in her soft-yellow slug bug pounding the steering wheel. Tears came down her face as she watched the people file out from the church. All of them were so happy. She remembered being one of them, much to well. She hated the memories that were happiest here. Her childhood had lived and breathed here. Ever so slowly though, in her teen years, she started drifting away from the people who kept her there. After she graduated from high school, she attended the state university. There she had felt freedom like she never had before. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the steering wheel. There were so many things she regretted from her decisions. Now, she came to the only place where she had felt love and couldn’t even bring herself to go inside. All the shame and guilt held her in her seat. She wasn’t worthy of any type of love. She wondered what she was even doing here; it was a stupid idea to come.


“Elle? Is that you?”

Oh, please go away. I thought.

“Elle?” He knocked on the drivers-side window.

“Go away.” I said.

“Come on Elle, it’s me, Mac. Remember? I haven’t seen you in forever

The way he said it made him sound like he was pleading for some sign of my excitement. I looked up at him, still secluded in the safety of my car.

“What happened Elle?” He loudly demanded after seeing my face.

I put my finger to my mouth to hush him. I didn’t want anyone else to know I was a pathetic wimp who was crying in my car.

“Want to come inside and talk?” Now, more sincere he pointed to the church.

I shook my head. I couldn’t go into a place that reminded me of my failures. I watched him as he walked around to the passenger side of my car and tried to open it.

“Unlock the door, Elle.”

Fear flashed in my eyes.

“I promise, I won’t hurt you.” his eyes held compassion and questions.

Slowly, I reached my hand out and touched the unlock button. He opened the door and situated himself in the passenger seat. He looked at me and smiled.

“It’s been forever.”

I nodded.

“What happened Elle?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” Calm, cool, and collected.

“Come on Elle, we were best friends back in youth group. We used to tell each other everything. You can trust me…” He held his breath and hoped for something more.

Failure. Screw up. I shook my head, another wave of tears about to force themselves out. I pounded my steering wheel with my hands. My heart told me yes, my brain told me no.

“Elle, why did you come back? What has happened? Why are you so afraid? I want to help you.”

“You can’t help me Mac. I’ve messed up to much.” I whispered. I felt the cold touch of his hand on my tightly grasped fist.

“Nothing you can do or say will make me leave without helping you. I’m guessing that’s why you came here.” His hand covered mine and gently grasped it.
I looked at him. Sternly he kept eye contact with me and said, “I will not hurt you.”

I sighed. So many secrets that were held and watched so closely over the years were about to rush out as fast as Niagara Falls...
Did you guys like it? I'll write more in my next post!
Let me know what you think.
~Believer in PRTC

Has it Really Been a Year?

Around this time marks a year for some major stuff that happened. Maybe I just like out of the norm things. I learned so much within this last year. It was a beautiful world of hurt that only pushed my closer to where I am now. Part of it, I regret deeply. Then again, I wonder if something different had happened, would I be here, right now telling you that I love where I am? Granted things were out of control (ha, when are they in control?) and hectic, but I've gotten through it. The feeling of being able to finally understand that our trials bring a unknown strength about us makes me wonder what other mountains I can take on. I'm undeceive about the pain that comes with the unknown, but when you get back up again you'll understand. You'll have the peace that passes all understanding. But don't wait to get back up, because you could easily miss something important. Believe in yourself, love who you are, and watch and wait for who you will become.
Love ya guys,
~Believer in PRTC
(BABIES!) ShaNe, Kt, Annnnnnnna :)


(not mine, thanks google)

LOVE by ali.
Love is a verb, an action.
Love is here all of the time.
John 15:12b (NLT) "...I love you"
Purple Rain and Talking Cows.

It's Not Growing Up Anymore-Chris Dennis

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
This question has plagued me since I was little. Nervous as I was, some random, wacky job always seemed to come out of my mouth. Still, as a sophomore, I can't even help but freeze up when someone asks me this face-to-face. It's not that I don't know what I want to do, it's that I don't want to say it. I don't want to be responsible if I fail, when it really gets to the bottom of everything. I think I gave up the idea of succeeding in something, or anything, that I would do a while ago. I always felt my ambitions were to big. I've been proved wrong though, countless times...
When I was in 5th grade, I believe, I wanted to run an orphanage. My mother had asked me, and that's what came out of my mouth. A fifth grader, wanting to keep track of other kids. I couldn't even remember to brush my own teeth without being told. Two days later, mom heard on the radio that there was a need for orphanages, they needed more people willing to run them. Say what? My random blurted-out answer fulfilled a need. Now, I don't want to do this anymore, but at the time, I was all for it.
There was a guy from my church. His name (I'm having the hardest time putting was and not is) was Chris Dennis. I didn't really know him that well. I could probably could on my toes and fingers how many words I spoke to him. The most distinct memory I have with him is when he came and talked to our youth group. I don't even remember what he talked about. I was to busy judging him. Chris had ALS. When I met him he could barely talk. He was in a wheelchair and couldn't do to much by himself. As a 6th grader, that didn't really matter to me. I've learned differently now. But what mattered is that he came to tell people not to give up, not to let something knock them down without getting back up. The day he was diagnosed (at least this is the story I heard) he went back to track practice, like nothing had happened. He stood strong in his faith. His story amazes me every time I hear it. All stories seem to come to an end though. He had passed away while sleeping one night...To this day I haven't found why God took him, of all people. At the time, I didn't care about his story when he came and spoke to us. But the moment that impacted me most was when I heard about his funeral.

This is a picture from his funeral. There were too many pallbearers so there were 6 who carried him and the others had their hands on the shoulder of the person carrying Chris. It was in that moment, my character broke. I pleaded out for change. I needed to change. I wanted to impact people like Chris did. Such an impact that has lasted this long to the point where he's been in heaven for years and I am still searching for what he did that others admired him for so much. Now, when people as me this:
"What do you want to do when you grow up?"
Well, you know what-it's not growing up anymore to me. I find it's in the moment where I freeze up and can't search fast enough for an answer is the moment when God finds me and uses that moment for His glory and plan to shine through. I don't feel silly anymore when asked this question because now, my answer is...
I want to make an impact and change peoples lives forever.
I can't imagine leaving this world without being a Chris Dennis, or countless other people I admire for their boldness and strength.
That's who I want to be.
That's who I will be.
~Believer in PRTC

Marshmallows and Friend

Katie and I had way to much fun :) Check out her blog.... Katie's blog.
I <3 my followers.
~Believer in PRTC

Divine Construction of Beauty

If life were easy, wouldn't we give up faster then if it were harder, or to the extent that it is at right now? I think if it were easier then we would be more confused or stressed because sometimes we just wouldn't have a will to try hard enough to be motivated. What do you think? I think God balanced the world so perfectly that everything seems to be in a Divine construction of beauty.
Just my thoughts :)
~believer in PRTC

Real Love

I finally found enough time and courage to blog about this...
"Blue like Jazz" by Donald Miller...

"There were aspects of christian spirituality I liked and aspects I thought were humdrum...I associated much of Christian doctrine with children's stories because I grew up in church. My Sunday School teacher had turned Bible narrative into children's fables. They talked about Noah and the ark because the story had animals in it. They failed to mention that this was when God massacred all of humanity...I felt as if Christianity, as a religious system, was a product that kept falling apart, and whoever was selling it would hold the broken parts behind his back trying to divert every body's attention. The children's story stuff was the thing I felt Christians were holding behind their back. It took me a while to realize that these stories while often used with children, are not at all children's stories. I think that the devil has tricked us into thinking so much of biblical theology is story fit for kids. How did we come to think the story of Noah's ark is appropriate for children? Can you imagine a children's book about Noah's ark complete with paintings of people gasping in gallons of water, mothers grasping their children while their bodies go flying down white-rapid rivers, the children's tiny heads being bashed against rocks or hung up in fallen trees? I don't think a children's book like that would sell many copies..."

I've read this part of the book over and over. My mind was spinning by the time I was finished. I hadn't even relized it. I was a Sunday School teacher. I had taught my class about Noah and the Ark, of course I left out that God took revenge on all of humanity in that moment of time. Then, I wondered how many other things that I had taken with complete acceptance, simply because someone told me it was that way, or because that's what everyone else believed.
I realized I had a problem.
Soon I started taking lots of things and giving them this little test on whether it were completely true or not. I found that I've said Jesus died for me so many times. I hadn't even realized it...The God of the universe sent His only Son, the only One there was ever going to be, and gave Him life so that He could die a painful and shameful death. For me. This one soul. At my very inmost core I am stamped with His love. A love that never fails, and never ends. Why did this stop blowing my mind away? Sure, I was raised in a Christian home, with Christians parents. Sheesh, I've even gone to a Christians school my whole life. But, if I don't figure out that the one and only Son of God has loved me so much, and died for me, even before I was born, won't every time I hear that statement I'll find the devil is tricking me into making that seem normal? Or as if I deserved it?
Wow. When did that happen?
 1 John 3:16 "We know what real love is because Christ gave up His life for us."
~Believer in PRTC

You are You

I love getting asked deep questions when I don't have to answer them out loud. I dislike being vulnerable and open. Something about the uneasiness of it scares me to the point of mistrust in a lot of people. I trust few around me. Sharing in a room full of people with their eyes burning through my skull attempting to pull out whatever secrets that linger in my brain doesn't sounds very appealing to me. Of course that's just me. That's who I am.
We all are somebody, our own somebody.
Love who you are, laugh at who you are. I pray you take your days with the utmost laughter and craziness in everything you do. Because who you are, all of the garbage, mess ups, hangups, talents, passions, and loves make you YOU. So why be someone else?
Just a little encouragement for you.
~Believer in PRTC


He is here....and he's beautiful.

Meet Mib the mini with multi touch :) He's a little magical box filled with magical things.
I love him...
~Believer in PRTC

Winnie the Pooh Proverbs

Dearest Winnie,
Have I ever told you that you are the smartest bear I know? I watched you everyday as a child, and was rather obsessed with your character. Episode after episode, it seemed you had some new sort of way to communicate the lessons I, as a kid, needed to learn in a fun way that made me want to do the right thing. Ten years later, I am still learning from you. All of your quotes that you have left me, remind me of your simple truths. Your "Winnie the Pooh proverbs" have shared with me these little bits of encouragement that help me through my toughest times. When I read what you said, a little smile spreads across my face with a memory of you as a child.
Thank you Winnie, for being you.

Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day. Winnie the Pooh

A little consideration, a little thought for others, makes all the difference. Winnie the Pooh

Just because an animal is large, it doesn't mean he doesn't want kindness; however big Tigger seems to be, remember that he wants as much kindness as Roo. Winnie the Pooh

Promise me you'll never forget me because if I thought you would I'd never leave. Winnie the Pooh

This is my wish for you: Comfort on difficult days, smiles when sadness intrudes, rainbows to follow the clouds, laughter to kiss your lips, sunsets to warm your heart, hugs when spirits sag, beauty for your eyes to see, friendships to brighten your being, faith so that you can believe, confidence for when you doubt, courage to know yourself, patience to accept the truth, Love to complete your life. Winnie the Pooh

If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together.. there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart.. I'll always be with you. Winnie the Pooh

If there ever comes a day when we can't be together keep me in your heart, I'll stay there forever. Winnie the Pooh
Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known. Winnie the Pooh

Things are so much more grand and wonderful when your friends are there to share them. Winnie the Pooh

They're funny things, Accidents. You never have them till you're having them. Winnie the Pooh

~Believer in PRTC


I'm frustrated.
Hypocrites seem to be a reoccurring thing recently.
Sometimes I just want to tell then what they said a few months or weeks ago that contradict exactly what they're doing in that one moment. Then, I remember that all of us, as Christians, seem to have been hypocrites at one time or another. It's just so dang frustrating....
I promise a better post really soon, sorry I've been uber busy.
~Believer in PRTC

I Challenge YOU *points*

I've written five posts. Five. You would think that I would find enough bits and pieces of things that I like in them and be able to scramble my thoughts together and write a sufficient blog post, but nothing has come. I've found words not able to help me be able to process anything lately. It could be that my brain is overloaded with "reaction thoughts", as I like to call them, about things that are happening around me. Things that aren't so great, things that are utterly confusing and take days to process, things that are happening that leave me in complete awe. So, with hope of getting all of this sorted out, I leave you a challenge.
Ask someone how they are doing this week.
When they say ok or fine...find out what they REALLY mean.
Be a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, a person to trust.
That's all I've got.
Till next time!
~Believer in PRTC

I can't wait!

I'm getting one! I absolutely can NOT wait!!! I've been begging my Dad to take me to the Apple store to get one for the past few days. (Seeing as they're only there as of right now.)  I'm trying my best to be patient, but they look oh. so. cool. The new iPod nano with multi-touch. Tehehehehehehehe, I love it.
Ta ta for now!
~Believer in PRTC

Father Knows Best "Success"

First, I want to thank Ali for asking me to guest blog on her site. I appreciate that she thinks others might enjoy what I write.

I want to blog today on success. I said SUCCESS. I find that far too often people don’t understand what it takes to be truly successful. Most people believe they will be successful and yet they do not understand the basics of success. Here are a few points for you to consider if you want to be successful in anything in life.

Success requires that you are different.

Success requires that you live your life completely differently than anyone you know- doing things nobody else is doing. If the average student studies 2 or 3 hours then to be successful you should study 4 or 5 hours. Success is not doing what average people. Think about that a minute- Success is living an extraordinary life. Success requires that you sleep less, play less, work harder and dream bigger because you have chosen not to be average. When I was 22 years old I chose to work 5 jobs and slept every other night. It was a crazy attempt to be successful. It didn’t work-BUT what it taught me was how hard I could push myself. I could be different than anyone else I knew. I could work harder than anyone I knew. That lesson was invaluable later in life. I decided to be different for the rest of my life.

Success requires persistence.

What is the difference between a successful person and an average person? The answer is simple: A successful person gets back up one more time after a failure and does not let it stop them. It’s really that simple. What does it take to stop you? Learn to never give up. Your friends may laugh at you. You may feel like you simply don’t have the ability, the money, the skill, the intelligence or the desire but you do. I started dozens of businesses throughout my life-most were disasters – some were mildly successful but I never gave up. I continued to start businesses my entire life even though I lost money, sleep and lots of time. I gave up so many chances to play golf, go the movies, and simply hang out with my friends. Actually, now that I think about it… I gave up ALL of those things about 99.9% of the time. Now, I can truly say it was worth it.

Successes stack up like bricks.

Above I mentioned that I started multiple businesses and that most were failures. Even though some were not successful they still had elements that were successful within them. Most made very little or no money at all each time I learned something. The business as a whole may not have been successful but maybe I would learn a successful marketing plan or a successful price point or even a successful product or service. It was these little successes within failed businesses that I was eventually able to “stack up” to build a successful sustained business.

In conclusion, I want to tell everyone YOU can be successful. There’s no doubt in my mind. Success is a choice. You can choose right now not to live an average life, that you will never give up, and that you will stack your successes up and reach for your dreams. Dreams do come true.

Jeff is Ali’s dad & owner of a construction company. A national contractor for the several divisions of the federal government.
Hope you guys loved my Dad's post! Let me know if you have any questions, and I'll get back with some answers.
~Believer in PRTC


I recently heard a sermon on prayer. When our pastor was giving it, in the back of my mind, I was skeptical. I wasn't sure how God could be please with our biggest, unspeakable, astounding requests. That He would be please when we keep asking because it honors Him. Remember the persistent widow? "One day Jesus told his disciples a story to illustrate their need for constant prayer and to show them that they must never give up." Luke 18:1.  I still really can't grasp the concept that we bring joy to God when we pray, consistently. I don't know if I ever really will understand, but for now, I believe. I believe in God big enough to do miracles, and show us the things we are the most unsure about. I believe in healing...

Karly and Kelsey are really close to our hearts in my family. *feel free to skip this part, it's very confusing* My brother is actually Karly's boyfriend. I was Karly's little kid best friend. (yeah, I totally got them together.) Kelsey is going out with my one of my brother's best friend's brothers. The My brother's best friend is Karly's brother. So needless to say,*start back here* our families are really close. Pray for the unexpected. Pray for complete healing. Please.
~Believer in PRTC

p.s. my Dad is doing a guest post! The next one will be him. Come back and read :)

Broekn Surrender Continued

It had been about 6 weeks since I had stopped. Finally, I was guilted into telling my youth pastor. I told him everything. Not just about that one matter, but each and every detail as to why and when and what I had for lunch even. The conversation lasted a hour and a half. I felt so ashamed, so stupid, so useless. But he accepted me with “youth pastor love”. No judgment, just advise and a way to process. Little did I know that was the beginning of healing. Healing that doesn’t seem to be taught, but learned. It’s the type that can only be done by God. The kind where He takes the old, and seals it with the new. I now didn’t have to surrender to the rain, or to my ways to cope. I had a new found thing to life for, who as I got a step closer, loved me even more. More then I could ever ask for…
How about a more happy ending? :)
Believer in PRTC

Broken Surrender

My hands flew up in the air in a broken surrender. My day had been terrible, crushing, painful. The only relief I knew was the pouring down rain that washed away my tears. I twirled in circles as the drops fell one after another hitting my arms and head giving me a thrill of delight. I was surrounded by a forest on my left and right, a house in front of my, and a field filled with tasseled corn to my back. I fell to the ground and laid there in the wet grass letting the wetness soak into my hoodie and jeans. The stinging coldness of fall rain mixed with my warm tears. I closed my eyes listening to the pounding of the rain in sync with my loud heart beat. Life isn’t the same anymore. Just a month ago, everything was fine. At least it seemed that way. Now? Now life felt like a constant deepening pain that clung to my heart. Taking my life away, with one little slit of the wrist. At first, it was something new, just an attempt to feel something different. Then things started get out of hand. My world as I knew it came crashing in over my head and enveloping me into a sickening darkness…
Hope you liked it!
Believer in PRTC

To Save a Life (part 2) "Youth Pastor Love"

First off, I'm very sorry for not blogging in a very long time. I have been busy with cleaning my room, school starting, and school camp. But now, I am back as a regular :)

To Save a Life, is one of my top 5 favorite movies. I completely and utterly LOVED it. The whole movie in general was outstanding, but I think my favorite part was *SPOILER ALERT* was any scene with Chris and Jake. I loved the youth pastor with teen relationship. I've always been drawn to that type of love. I go to a rather large and diverse youth group. My favorite nights are those when I just glance around and see a "Sea of Faces" (thanks Kutless) that all have different hurts, pains, and problems. (We have anyone from homosexuals to homeschoolers there are MKs and PKs. It's that different.) You see, thats the best part. I see them getting help by talking to a youth leader. People who I know have finally reached out for help. I completely am inspired by my youth pastors. They don't turn anyone away. They simply love. Made quite an impact in my life when I pin-pointed what that was. It's so much easier not to judge when you love others.
Youth Pastor Love is awe-inspiring isn't it?
I've got a good one for my next post, be sure to read!
~Believer in PRTC


Hey you guys! I'm actually at Katie's house right now, having probably the best sleep over ever. We've had so much fun. But, I'm updating this from their house because I am right now banned from my computer because my room is rather messy. (So says my Dad.)

Don't you love the stars?

It's so breath taking to lay outside and stare at them. Last night was the first time I had done so, for I think, my whole life. Katie, and (her sister, my friend) Anna, and I talked while looking at them. Something about them, reminded me of the song "On Fire" by Switchfoot.

"But everything inside you knows
There's more than what you've heard
There's so much more than empty conversations
Filled with empty words."

If you couldn't figure that out, those are lyrics from the song. I was thinking. How many conversations have I had that seem to lead to no where? Those ones where I fight with someone, just because I want my way, or because I disagree on something. A year ago, last night, I had no idea what was up for me within the next year. I had such a terrible time with life hitting me in the face. My world fell apart. I had very hard time with friends, relationships, and figuring things out for myself. I had been taught wrong things, and I'm still asking my youth pastor questions by the buckets. Trying, so hard to find out reasons I believe this or that. I have found out a lot of the "answers" that I had been taught my whole life had been wrong. Very wrong. I feel like my trust in everyone sunk in the ocean where it wasn't able to be found again. Now, besides about four people, I'm leaning to figure out things that I believe on my own.

That's my challenge to you.

Think about what you believe, and why. Have you ever questioned what you believed? I have, obviously. A few weeks ago, I had a youth leader challenge me with this question- "Why are you a christian? What makes you different from people who believe other things? Why is it that you believe in Jesus, and that He is the only way to heaven?" That blew my mind. Growing up in a christian family, you don't get to much of choosing God for yourself. Which explains a lot of my confusion. I now have an answer to what he had asked me. So now I'm asking you..."Why are YOU a christian?"
Love to hear back from you guys, it makes my day! :)
~Believer in PRTC

A Sad Poem Until Monday

Tonight is most likely the last time you will hear from me until Monday. I'm leaving for World Pulse tomorrow. (Yes!) Then on Sunday, drum roll please, I get to see my long lost friend Katie!!!  I am so pumped! 82 days is such a long time when a best friend leaves for the whole summer and goes to the Middle East. Craziness. I leave you with a sad poem I wrote in my absence...

A flower blooms,
A beautiful girl stands.
A boy comes,
And takes her by the hand.
Soon before love becomes,
She finds a temptation she can’t withstand.
A petal falls.
She doesn’t understand.
This can’t be all.
This didn’t go like she planned.
A girl falls.
A petal is lost as she gives a piece away.
Her heart isn’t the same, to this day.

Talk to you guys on Monday, have a great weekend!
~Believer in PRTC


What do you guys think? I have kind of just been messing around lately with about of graphics, and sort of liked this one.
(thanks Chris Tomlin for the lyrics)

~Believer in PRTC


I've recently been searching through my computer and finding bunches of stuff that I've written over the years. Just wanted to post a few of them :)

Ideas are actions

Knife is to wrist.
Pill is to mouth.
Gun is to head.
It’s too late.

Sometimes you can feel the wind.

You hold up your hand and let the cool rush lace through your fingers.
Standing at the highest point you can find.
You feel as if you’re going crazy.
That’s what everyone tells you.
You have no reason not to do this.
The wind changes directions.
You have to act quickly if you want to try.
Then you hear something.
It’s almost as if the rush whispers to you, but only loud enough that you can hear.
The one little word causes shivers to envelop your body.
You raise your hands up, close your eyes, and jump.
Freedom awaits...

I saw your eyes and I couldn’t believe,

What I saw were two bight blue oceans.
But when I came closer it wasn’t water at all.
They were filled with a beautiful soul.
The soul was playful but lonely.
I came inside it.
And it took me in its arms,
As it led me to the middle of the ocean.
I met a girl.
She said she was prisoner of her soul.
So I took her out of the ocean,
And put her into my heart.
We both rested in the universe.
Only to live in peace and love.

Ta ta for now,
~Believer in PRTC

Just An Idea

What would happen if we all lived and believed that truly, all we needed is Jesus? That as we go day to day, we didn't have to worry because we have a Savior who overcame death. Who finds us, forgives us, and loves us unconditionally. What would happen if we genuinely lived for Him? Fear would be gone. Faith would be p...resent. Nothing would matter except for Him. It would be a beautiful revelation...
Just my idea...
~Believer in PRTC

I've Been Tagged...

I have been tagged!
Rules: answer the questions and pass it on to four others.
4 Things found in my bag:

My bag?? Um...I don't do bags until school. How about pockets? You will find.
1. Money
2. iPod and Headphones
3. Cell Phone
4. A Eiffel Tower key chain.

4 Things found in my purse:

1. My wallet.
2. iPod and Headphones.
3. Cow pen & eraser
4. My phone.

4 Favorite things in my room:

1. All of my quotes/song lyrics/stories that are hanging up on my walls.
2. My guitars
3. My keyboard with my flute on it.
4. Sheet music, guitar tabs, and songs I've written.

4 Things I’m currently into:
1. Waiting for Katie to be home!
2. Taking pictures :)
3. Writing music
4. Smelling my new book bag and drinking black gold (:coffee:).

4 Things I bet you didn't know about me:
1. I go to a christian, private school.
2. I love bright or neon colors.
3. I hate olives. (and yes, I was made to try one.)
4. I'm going to a concert on Saturday that will have TobyMac, Amy Grant, Kutless, Fireflight, Sidewalk Prophets, and Josh Wilson!!! I am way PUMPED!

I tag: A Hopeful Romantic, Jullian, Tyler, and Emily.
~Believer in PRTC

Terrible Thoughts

My thoughts everyday seems to lead to something. I think about this one thing all day, and most the time if the idea sticks with me, I think about it almost everyday for weeks, or months. I've had quite a few that seemed to have clicked with me, but none like this special, certain one.This one I've thought about for a year, four weeks, and two days. Never has there been a day where the thought, reminder, or idea has haunted me since the night I heard about it. The fact that there are little girls everywhere that are being trafficked. Let me break that word down for you. Slavery. Trafficking is slavery. The fact that this happens completely appals me. These beautiful girls are being bought and sold. I can do nothing but regret that we as Americans can have such a terrible thing happening (mostly) on the other side of the world, and not even know about it. Some of these girls don't even come back. Some of them get killed before they even get sold again. Their life simple stripped of them. I'm saying this so you will know that this happens and pray for these girls. Please, please do.

Please pray.
~Believer in PRTC

Wedding Pictures!!

This Wednesday I got the opportunity to take pictures for a wedding! It was my first time ever doing a wedding, but it was so much fun! Here are just a few of my favorites...

Nancy, the beautiful bride.

Greg, the "I'm getting married" pose.


Bubbles :)

The aborable little 3 yr old

Hope you like them! Congrats Nancy and Greg!
~Believer in PRTC

Close to Death

I've about died 2 times this week. Maybe I'm the only one who has found the strangeness in this, but it isn't every day that I inch close to death.

First occurrence: I was mowing close by the street and this car about ran over me! I luckily saw the car before it saw me and zoomed onto the grass just in time for the car to see me and swerve out of the way and then keep on going. First time this has ever happened to me. I felt like Mr.Carperson owes me and apology for about killing me.

Second occurrence: For those of you who don't know, we have two jet skis. Today our family went to the reservoir and took them out. After we were done messing around we loaded them up. Now there is this rope with a hook on it that keeps the jet ski from flying off the back of the trailer, that normally works just fine. But today the rope came untied and when we stopped the jet ski was about a foot off the back of the trailer and about to fall off.

Apparently I need to be more careful.
~Believer in PRTC

Not to much

I don't like it when I have so much to say, and yet I have nothing to blog about. So for this post, have a cool video...

i heart revolution

That's all for now,
~Believer in PRTC

Groundhog Cantaloupe

Almost exactly a year ago, I was chased by a groundhog while I was in the very back of our yard mowing. I completely freaked out. To this day I have always been a little jumpy around groundhogs. We seemed to have started out with one groundhog about a year or so ago. Then there were two. Now, we believe there are three. They all seem to share a certain trait. They are in love with cantaloupe. Rhine and all. They completely adore it.
We've tried and tried to catch them for a very long time. But today, today was a new day. We caught one of those big hairy suckers. One of the three has been bribed by cantaloupe, and has now relocated his home.

The big guy, or girl.

It had scary teeth

Ha, it looks like a pancake :)

"I'm watching you"

Dad getting it out of the truck.

Run groundhog run!

Be free :)

I hope this was a more happy post this time for those of you who said you about cried on my last post =]
 ~Believer in PRTC


I hate the feeling of leaving somewhere that you left a little piece of your heart.
Dearborn. Dearborn,Michigan.
I love those kids. Those girls at the mosque, they aren't going to heaven unless someone shares God's love. That little boy, that was also named Ali. His huge blue eyes and curly brown hair made him unique, maybe God's going to use him someday. The lady who's husband got let go, and hasn't had any work for 10 months, they have four children who are all beautiful. That sweet girl at the mosque who always had a smile on her face, until she was centered out and made fun of. Whats going to happen to her self-confidence when she gets older?
I'm devastated. They're so blinded by the Devil. But they just don't see it. They don't see that there is an opportunity for a relationship with God the Almighty.
Oh, but the power of Yahweh's name.
I pray He will do great things.
~Believer in PRTC

A Night at the B's House

While at the B's house you will experience lots of things. But these are just three of my favorite things. (sang in a Sound of Music tone.)

One of my favorite(est) kittens, Lucie. Also known as Little Lu, and Chubbylumkins. But only I call her those names. Actually, shes the only one of a litter of four kittens that survived. But the only other one, besides Lucie, that I got to see was Azland. (Both named by me.) Azland was only seen for a day and a half. Sadly, the poor little guy-or girl, they were too young to tell-most likely died. Their momma, Poly, who is a stray, didn't have enough milk for them. Being the creative mom she was, she stashed both of the kittens on the roof, in the drop off to the gutter. I was actually the one who found Little Lu. She was still left on the roof when we had Azland. Poor little girl is about four months old and this small. But she is adorable. Her favorite thing to eat is pop corn, go figure.



Then, seeing as the B's haven't lived in the USA for their whole life, there is always LOTS of different types of food to try. This last time I got to try poffertjes. Yes, you may be confused. It took me about 10 minutes just to find the way to spell them. These things are like pancakes, but sweeter, smaller, and Dutch. The first picture is after flipping them over, and the second is after we drowned them in powdered sugar. They were oh, so. good. I would go live in Holland just for these things.


Oh so yummy.

(Sorry for these last photo's quality, they were taken with my phone.)

~Photo by Katie.
(Sorry Katie, I "stole" your photo.)
And last, but certainly not least. You find friendship. These three are pretty much family. Joseph (obviously the boy.) and I joke all the time, and without him, my blond moments would be a lot less embarrassing, but never would be as funny. Then there is Anna. Who I can beat in Slap Jack, and Cow Racing. We seem to always have our best moments when we are slap happy together around two or so in the morning. Then there is Katie, and all of you guys know her. She my best bud, my partner in evil shenanigans, my fellow photographer, and my bestest friend.They all love each other, even though Joseph won't admit it all the time. I love you all.
Thank you B's.
~Believer in PRTC

Three Weeks Minus One Day

That's all that's all that left until my bestest friend Katie gets home :)

I can not wait!

~Believer in PRTC
"I hear You say,

'My love is over. It's underneath.

It's inside. It's in between.

The times you doubt Me, when you can't feel.

The times that you question, 'Is this for real? '

The times you're broken.

The times that you mend.

The times that you hate Me, and the times that you bend.

Well, My love is over, it's underneath.

It's inside, it's in between.

These times you're healing, and when your heart breaks.

The times that you feel like you're falling from grace.

The times you're hurting.

The times that you heal.

The times you go hungry, and are tempted to steal.

The times of confusion, in chaos and pain.

I'm there in your sorrow, under the weight of your shame.

I'm there through your heartache.

I'm there in the storm.

My love I will keep you, by My power alone.

I don't care where you fall, where you have been.

I'll never forsake you, My love never ends.

It never ends'."
Tenth Avenue North
~Believer in PRTC


I was inspired (Yes, at 1:10 in the morning) by Katie's blog post about stories. How often have I realized that I have a story. My own story. My story that's part of God's story. That's just one of the things that I re-learned at camp.
It's not MY story.
It's HIS story.
His story is way bigger then mine. My story is just the tiniest part of God's story.

I have a brother that I've talked about before. He has a story. His story is inspiring, and he's my roll model that I've learned so much from. He's so happy, even though his life hasn't been easy. Granted, he's not perfect, who is? He loves God. He doesn't follow other people, but is a silent leader. I love him.

Then there's my Mom and Dad. Both of them have come from "bad" pasts. Not because of things they've done, but because of things done to them or things that there families have done. No, they haven't forgotten but they have moved on. My Mom loves God, and so does my Dad. Even though life hasn't been easy, they both inspire me because they've overcome their past.

Then there is me. What is my story?
...my story. The fact that I have a story makes me think, and think hard.

Whenever I think story, I think of some kind of battle that has been won. A problem that gets fixed. Some one's past revealed, but still finds forgiveness in spite of the bad deeds that they did. There is all one thing in common with all of those ideas. Something bad happened until a thing was done that made things revolve into something better.
That's what all of my family's stories have done. They're all honoring God with them as well. So what am I doing?
What is my story?
~Believer in PRTC

30 days.

For the next 30 days (actually 27 now) I will wake up and play Our Godby Chris Tomlin. A challenge set by Louie Giglio.
"And if our God is for us, then who could ever stop us, and if our God is with us, then what can stand against?"
~Believer in PRTC


Sometimes I wonder what I would have done without my faith.
Most of the time I ask why my faith isn't stronger.

Sometimes I can't help but be hurt.
But I try to love those who hurt me.

Sometimes I know I don't do the right thing, if fact I do the opposite.
Though, I am so glad that my God is a God of forgiveness.

Sometimes I feel so alone.
Then I remember, God is always there.

Sometimes, I question my belief in Him.
But He always reminds me that He's real.

Sometimes, I wonder why I'm not doing everything that I possibly can to make my faith stronger and grow closer to Him.
~Believer in PRTC


I was watching Wall-E a few nights ago, with my family and some friends. As I normally seem to do, (only if I've seen the movie before) I started thinking. Throughout the whole movie what is the one thing that Wall-E wants?
Doesn't everyone want to find love though? I think there isn't anyone who doesn't want to feel wanted at some point and time, if not always. But doesn't love always come with hurt? One of my favorite quotes- “To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.” C.S. Lewis. I think I've used it before, but it's so true. God's love is the only thing we can cling to without our hearts getting broken. His perfect love.
I really have no clue why I'm pointing this out. Something inside of me, I guess.
Weird to think, I'll be gone when this is posted. :)
~Believer in PRTC

Student Life!!

If you're reading this right now, I'm most likely on my way to Florida for a pretty amazing week! Student Life 2010 is here!! Louie Giglio is our speaker! Chris Tomlin is our worship leader!! And Matt Redman is going to be doing a concert!!! I will get to meet all three of these people!!!! :D I am SO SO SO pumped about this week! I mean, it's in Florida for Pete's sake! Daytona Beach here I come! I'll take lots of pictures to show everyone :) Have a great week everyone! I've scheduled a few post, so you might still hear from me. I am so excited!
Ta ta for now!
~Believer in PRTC

Serve Drama Team

This skit related to my life, so well. The one on Thursday put me in tears. I have to give you a link, because the person who put them up blocked me from sharing them. Hopefully, you have a facebook, and are willing to check this out.

Serve Drama Team

Let me know if you can't open it.
~Believer in PRTC

Oh My, We're Related.

I was glancing through some pictures and found this one.
Yes, tis my brother and me :) Funny day.
~Believer in PRTC

I Heart Faces : Teens Only

Couldn't exactly decide which one to enter, but I settled on this one :) Enjoy!

Believer in PRTC

What Would I Say?

what would you say?

Dear Love 146,

I heard about you almost exactly a year ago from today. J.R. was speaking about you at a camp in Alabama I had gone to. Immediately it brought back a story I had not wanted to be reminded of. As a matter of fact, I had gone to the camp that week to try and shake the story that I had been told previously. But I guess God sure does have other plans. I felt the need in my heart to find out more about you. Following the service, I walked straight up to our speaker, J.R.. I asked him, what can I do? Being 14, I felt like the little kid who doesn't know anything, and seems to always ask the silly questions. He told me more about you, and told me to go look at the website that was created for you, to try and save you. I thanked him. He told me later in our conversation that he was encouraged that I was willing. Willing to do something more. I'm so, so sad to hear that you haven't been found. My heart still breaks at the mentioning of you. I want to help, I want you to be found. I want slavery to be GONE. I wish you were able to live a life like I have. I'm so blessed, and sometimes I forget it. There have been other girls who have been saved though! All because of you. I wish you would have been saved. I hope that you're still alive, even. I want God to save you. I want you to know that God loves you. I want you to know, I'm not giving up. I am going to do whatever I can to try to help you, and others. Know that I've never forgotten about you since I've heard your story. I pray for you, I wish I could tell you that I love you, someone cares about you. You aren't someone who is worth nothing. There's a Man who died for you. Someone who loves you. Past, present, and future. Please. Please, know that there are people who are fighting, everyday, to try to find you. And to rescue girls, who are like you. I hope to maybe hear that you are safe someday, soon.
~Believer in PRTC

Thought I'd Share


....he finds it hard....

....to listen to his son complain about being bored.

....to keep a straight face when people complain about potholes.

....to be tolerant of people who complain about the hassle of getting ready for work.

....to be understanding when someone complains about a bad night's sleep.

....to be silent when people pray to God from a new car.

....to control his panic when his wife tells him he needs to drive slower.

....to be compassionate when a businessman expresses a fear of flying.

....to keep from laughing when anxious parents say they're afraid to send their kids off to summer camp.

....to keep from ridiculing someone who complains about hot weather.

....to control his frustration when a colleague gripes about his coffee being cold.

....to remain calm when his daughter complains about having to walk the dog.

....to be civil to people who complain about their jobs.

....to just walk away when someone says they only get two weeks of vacation a year.

....to be forgiving when someone says how hard it is to have a new baby in the house.

The only thing that's harder than being a soldier....

....is loving one.

May God bless my friends, and those I don't know who serve faithfully.
~Believer in PRTC