Well, for the few loyal readers that I have (and I'm sure there are a few out there), I would love to let you know that after a week of blogging almost every day, I have decided to leave you and not blog at all for one week.
Why, you may ask? Well, I'm off to RIVERSIDE, a place of fun and enjoyment, praising god and living the gospel. I'm oh so excited. i always have an amazing time at Riverside, and i'm really looking forward to the week and what God has in store for me.
See you on the other side.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Anticlimatic
All my life, always and always I'm always looking forward to these things...seventh grade I started looking forward to my freshmen year...
...That's when life would become EXTREME. That's when life would fall into place. Freshmen year came, and freshmen year went. I was so busy waiting for it all to happen and I never realized that nothing happened at all.
Everything will become clear
When you start your freshmen year
...That's when life would become EXTREME. That's when life would fall into place. Freshmen year came, and freshmen year went. I was so busy waiting for it all to happen and I never realized that nothing happened at all.
And it's not just stuff like that. Little things, you know? I went to jazz camp earlier this summer (and i wish i still had the blog that I wrote about that), and i was expecting to become the super-trumpet-player-jazz-fanatical-phenomenon! But, even after an amazing week, my life remains basically the same.
Sometimes i see that my life is going in a wrong direction and i'm getting some bad habits, so I say "This is it. My super life-turnaround point. From now on things will be okay."
I'm always waiting nothing ever happens...Why can't i just accept that my life is anticlimatic?
If I want change, I have to make it happen. And I'll have to keep making it happen.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Katie's Big Day
Yesturday I ate Five Pounds of fudge. Seriously! Five Pounds!!!
Do you know how much that is? And of Fudge!!! It took me like an hour because I had to sit down and take a break every once and a while...
and let it settle in my stomach...which never really happened....
I Almost Spewed!!!
Can you imagine? Five Pounds of Fudge. The world's richest food.
Do you know how much that is? And of Fudge!!! It took me like an hour because I had to sit down and take a break every once and a while...
and let it settle in my stomach...which never really happened....
I Almost Spewed!!!
Can you imagine? Five Pounds of Fudge. The world's richest food.
And it wasn't even very good fudge. Mediocre...at best...actually...it didn't even taste like
anything. Patrick had some and he would barely eat any of it. He thinks I'm crazy.
Wow. I still can't believe that yesturday I ate all that fudge.
Yeah.
Monday, July 23, 2007
The Very Sad Man
Once upon a time there was a very sad man.
He was sad because he had lost his puppy and did not know how to find it.
He looked all over, high and low, but he could not find his little puppy. He asked every person who crossed his path, but none could tell him where his little puppy had gone.
Weeks went by. Months went by. Even years went by. But the sad man still had not found his puppy, and he was still sad about it.
The man could not even remember what his little puppy looked like.
One day, the man heard laughter coming from down the street. The man followed the sound, because he had been sad for a very long time, and liked the sound of laughter.
Running down the street was a delighted little boy, followed by a large, handsome Golden Retriever.
Tears came to the man's eyes as he remembered the love that he had shared with his long-lost puppy.
The boy tackled his dog playfully, and then hugged it. The man cold see the height of joy in the little boys eyes.
Just then, the dog walked up to the man, sniffed him, and wagged his tail. Suddenly, the man understood.
This was his lost puppy. It had grown into a handsome dog, and found a home with the lonely boy.
"His name is Pat," said the boy, "He's very nice--my best friend in the whole world! Would you like to pet him?"
The man looke down at the boy and remembered his years of sadness.
"No thanks," the man replied, as he turned his back and walked away, glad that his lost little puppy had found a home.
He was sad because he had lost his puppy and did not know how to find it.
He looked all over, high and low, but he could not find his little puppy. He asked every person who crossed his path, but none could tell him where his little puppy had gone.
Weeks went by. Months went by. Even years went by. But the sad man still had not found his puppy, and he was still sad about it.
The man could not even remember what his little puppy looked like.
One day, the man heard laughter coming from down the street. The man followed the sound, because he had been sad for a very long time, and liked the sound of laughter.
Running down the street was a delighted little boy, followed by a large, handsome Golden Retriever.
Tears came to the man's eyes as he remembered the love that he had shared with his long-lost puppy.
The boy tackled his dog playfully, and then hugged it. The man cold see the height of joy in the little boys eyes.
Just then, the dog walked up to the man, sniffed him, and wagged his tail. Suddenly, the man understood.
This was his lost puppy. It had grown into a handsome dog, and found a home with the lonely boy.
"His name is Pat," said the boy, "He's very nice--my best friend in the whole world! Would you like to pet him?"
The man looke down at the boy and remembered his years of sadness.
"No thanks," the man replied, as he turned his back and walked away, glad that his lost little puppy had found a home.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Harry Potter and What I Want
After all the grumbling i did over the hype of the final Harry Potter book, i did the hypocritical thing.
I bought the book.
The day it was released.
And stayed up all night reading it.
But maybe that's a good thing, and I'll tell you why. At five thirty a.m. this morning, after resolving to stop reading for the night, i just could not fall asleep. I had a lot of time to do a lot of thinking about what i really want.
Many of you know that i play trumpet. A few of you know that i really struggle with the fact that i am a trumpet player. It's been pretty important to me in the past, and i haven't really been able to figure out how it fits in to my life with God. When i finally decided to stop worshiping trumpet and to put my main focus on the big guy, I seriously thought that i would stop playing trumpet. And that's when the confusing part came...do i drop it right now? or do i wait until after highschool to call it quits? or does it just mean that my future career won't be as a musician after all? do i even bother to keep taking private lessons?
this caused me to stop practicing...it's just too much. A week without playing trumpet AT ALL...it's not what i'm used to...my lips were actually starting to hurt...and my fingers kept up their jittering...yes. I have actually been known to go through trumpet withdrawal.
Last night as the sun rose and i struggled to get to sleep i realized something. God gave me the trumpet. It was more than just something to test my loyalty or trust or whatever...it was a gift. a talent. something that i am supposed to give back to him. "Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows." (James 1:17) When God gives you something, you DON'T just let it lay dormant. I decided that before i could even touch the Harry Potter book (which i am now thoroughly addicted to) today, I would have to suck it up and play that darned (insert non-churchy word here in place of darned) horn.
When I picked up me trumpet today...and held the valves...i can't even explain the feeling. It was like coming home.
Forget Harry Potter. This is where God wants me. This is what I do. This is what i want. And that will never change.
I bought the book.
The day it was released.
And stayed up all night reading it.
But maybe that's a good thing, and I'll tell you why. At five thirty a.m. this morning, after resolving to stop reading for the night, i just could not fall asleep. I had a lot of time to do a lot of thinking about what i really want.
Many of you know that i play trumpet. A few of you know that i really struggle with the fact that i am a trumpet player. It's been pretty important to me in the past, and i haven't really been able to figure out how it fits in to my life with God. When i finally decided to stop worshiping trumpet and to put my main focus on the big guy, I seriously thought that i would stop playing trumpet. And that's when the confusing part came...do i drop it right now? or do i wait until after highschool to call it quits? or does it just mean that my future career won't be as a musician after all? do i even bother to keep taking private lessons?
this caused me to stop practicing...it's just too much. A week without playing trumpet AT ALL...it's not what i'm used to...my lips were actually starting to hurt...and my fingers kept up their jittering...yes. I have actually been known to go through trumpet withdrawal.
Last night as the sun rose and i struggled to get to sleep i realized something. God gave me the trumpet. It was more than just something to test my loyalty or trust or whatever...it was a gift. a talent. something that i am supposed to give back to him. "Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows." (James 1:17) When God gives you something, you DON'T just let it lay dormant. I decided that before i could even touch the Harry Potter book (which i am now thoroughly addicted to) today, I would have to suck it up and play that darned (insert non-churchy word here in place of darned) horn.
When I picked up me trumpet today...and held the valves...i can't even explain the feeling. It was like coming home.
Forget Harry Potter. This is where God wants me. This is what I do. This is what i want. And that will never change.
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