New Experiences

So yesterday I had the awesome opportunity to meet about 40 kids from Delhi, India when they came to my school. I go to a small school, so I wasn’t grappling for attention. The indian students, they were SO not what I was expecting. First of all, they go to a pretty nice private school – blazers and uniforms and all. Secondly, they’re ridiculously smart. As they were showing us a Powerpoint about their school, one girl (my new friend) pointed out a wall that had been painted all over – a student-made mural. She said that it was created by …. and from her tone, I thought she was going to say ‘ students with special needs’. It had that compassionate, pitying, I’m-trying-to-understand-those-poor- souls kind of sound. Instead she said, ‘ students who aren’t maybe as intelligent, but good at art.’ Ok.

Culture shock. When art students are looked down upon, I need to hide my sketches. I think they were unimpressed with the student artwork all around the school. They were certainly unimpressed with the food – Thank you, Bojangles’. They were so sweet and willing to learn and share, though. They had a boy sing one of their songs for us, a haunting melody that leaped back and forth over the musical scale. We replied with one of our own songs, a worship song we had just sung that morning. Our guitarist and drummer are particularly awesome, and with four of us girls leading, worship was fun, beautiful, and amazing. At first my friend was like, ‘We can’t sing this! It’s against their culture.’ I replied with, ‘So? They know we’re a Christian School. Why shouldn’t we do our thing?’

And so, we did our thing, and God did His thing. And you know what?

One of the Indian teachers got up and started to dance.

Oh yeah, best. jam. sesh. EVER.

So by the end of the day, I have a dozen new Indian girl friends, know only 3 of their names, have an Indian gift (a gorgeous bracelet) and an opportunity to change the world on a global level (our schools are teaming up with an organization called Global Initiative). All in all, a Good day.

You’re Bored? That’s So AWESOME. – Fevered Mutterings

Ok, time to be frank. I am so guilty of being bored. I’m also tired of it. I can honestly say that it is now my goal to go through every step and link that Mr. Mikeachim has suggested.

No, really. It’s going to be epic.


Random Fashion Quotes, Thoughts. « yourstylejourney

Random Fashion Quotes, Thoughts. « yourstylejourney.

I like to think that I’m not vain by nature, but I absolutely love fashion. There is absolutely no reason not to look good. Fashion is my favorite type of expression- it’s like wearing your heart on your sleeve. Literally.

I don’t think that loving to look good is a sin. Loving yourself and your image above all else, I do believe is a sin. I don’t think though that God is going to smite me because I’m wearing skinny jeans and dark makeup. I think that He delights in our delights, as long as our greatest delight is Him.

Besides, who says fashion can’t glorify God?

I mean, really.



This means truth. I learned this a long time ago. Did I understand why it’s important? No, I really don’t think I did.
So truth. Today as I was contemplating various debatable subjects (i.e. if God is really there, gay rights, and Harry Potter) and what their significance was. If God is really there, why doesn’t he show up more often-how come I can’t see him? Are gays really wrong? They’re just people who fall in love with other people of their sex- no big deal. And did Harry and Ginny really fall in love- or did Harry have an undiagnosed Oedipus complex?
Things like these, that often create debates, are where truth seems to get muddled up. People add opinions or emotions to manipulate the results to be what they want them to be, or people get so into what other people think and explore that they completely forget the truth. This often happens to me. Why? I don’t know.  I’m too curious? I don’t think thats a bad thing. But how do we find the truth? Its like algebra. For example:


Find x.

The way to do it- Get rid of everything that’s not x.

That’s the difficult part. Because, no matter what I want it to be, X is X. It doesn’t budge or change. Truth is absolute. It won’t become a 3 just to help me out. What I mean to say is that,

“Truth is truth, whether you believe it, or not.”

Everything and everyone that doesn’t tell me what x is, well, probably has something to hide. To find the truth? Get rid of everything that is opinionated or based on theories and ideas. Truth is there- its what everything is built from. Go with what you know. Let your conscious be your guide. Seek it out yourself. And you know what they say, the truth will set you free.

Or if you’re really having trouble, just remember what Jesus says: “I am the way, and the truth…” Ask Him to lead you, and you will Know, and never stray.

And so now, I am off again, seeking truth, justice, and more sleep.