One Year, One Love

I have been dating Benjamin Walker for a year. I love him, and I am in love with him. I believe God intended for us to be together and it would be my honor to marry Benjamin one day.
This relationship has had its ups and downs. Everything from walks in the park to being hated.
A lot of people adore us together but there are the select few that wish we'd break up. It's whatever. I just know those people wouldn't know love if it slapped them in the face. Anyway, mine and Ben's relationship is going to remain strong.
God has blessed me with such an awesome boyfriend and I wouldn't ask for anyone else. He is my other half, and I want it to stay that way.
We met at church, attended church camps together, and spent the majority of our summers texting each other. We had it pretty bad for each other. He was with me when I got saved and later attended my baptism. We claimed to like one another and clicked. And we're still together after a year...with many many many more years to come! :)

Amazing Grace

He got saved. The kid in my class that was always angry. The kid that had no care in the world. The boy that never did his work and never listened to teachers. Although he was angry, he was a good friend. I talked to him. I talked to him about his relationship with God. He didn't have one. I began praying for him. Praying for him to this very day. If he could just see that accepting Christ would solve all his problems. I stopped talking to him about Christ and just showed him Christ's love. I asked God to help me encourage and help him to the best of my abilities. He needed God. He needed hope. He needed to be rid of despair and depression. He needed happiness. Then it happened. He wanted to live with his parents again. But his parents were being sent to jail. He loved his parents. This upset him tremendously. Friday morning, he came into the classroom in a rage and displaying a sorry attitude. He explained to the class the bad news and I immediatly began praying. I prayed that a burden would be lifted and that he would see that he needed Christ. I wanted him to have the same joy in his heart that I have in mine. He needed love. I left second period heart-broken for I knew my buddy was upset. But I knew that with God ANTHING is possible. I prayed all day long for something good to happen. The rest of the day went by and as I tucked myself into bed, he was on his knees searching. The very moment I was in my bed praying that he would be saved, he was being saved! God is so wonderful! I got the news the very next morning as I shouted in joy the news to my mother. I cried tears of happiness. I knew that another one of my friends would not spend an eternity in hell. My friend now had hope. He had joy and happiness, and the assurance of love.

Faded Ashes

The building that once was my home away from home remains gone. A place where I

lost myself in different facades, a place where curtains didn’t hide, but protected the

illusion. A place where I loaded my brain with black and white, and a place where I was

comfortable and could be myself.


Fire destroyed this place, this place full of kids with a passion for the theatrical arts.

The one place I knew I could run to when everything else shunned me. The place that was

judgment free and welcoming to any soul willing to take their place on that dusty stage.

One more day, one more day was all I wanted to be on that stage again. Another day

appearing in “Charlotte’s Web.” I know this is a lie. I wanted another lifetime on that stage.

The stage that brought me many emotions and memories, memories that haunted me the night

I watched the flames smother my passion for performing. Memories that continue to play in my
head.

One phone call was all it took for the continuous tears to flow. One after another, friends

and family called to check if I was alright for fear I was in the building when it began to burn.

Tentative voices saying, ”Did you know the Arts Center is on fire?” I knew the place was

burning . I knew that the beginning of the end was conceived. I was the thankful for the concern
but each ring reminded me of the treasure I had lost. The treasure that treaded from a gem to

faded ashes.

H is for Half-Baked

I'm crazy. I admit it. Crazy as a loon some may say. Laughing out loud and being goofy is my specialty. I honestly think that it is almost impossible for me to act in a serious manner for more than three minutes. I get these laughing spells where I laugh uncontrollably. I also say things that don't make sense and I tend to act rabid. To most people, my craziness is what makes me a fun person to be aroung, but some thins it's annoying, and I can see why. I've never been able to figure out why I am never "poker-faced." I act silly to get out of awkward conversations and moments, and simply to make a frown turn upside-down. My craziness is part of who I am and gives off a spark to the darkness around me. I even created an acronym about my chaotic self.

S is for silly in all seriosness.
A is for alive and bright.
R is for rabid.
A is for amusing, whatever is at stake.
and H is for Half-Baked.

Beware of Puking Babies

Today was an interesting day. I was so tired this morning to the point I was afraid that I would fall asleep in church. I wasn't the only one. A lady at church, stood up and explained to the church that she was tired and had fallen asleep behind the wheel on the way to church, she also apologized in advance for if she was to fall asleep during the service. Crazy right? Well I didn't fall asleep.

My dad didn't preach today. Brother Buck did. You see, Brother Buck is what they call a "in your face" preacher, he also makes a weird noise when he inhales. Anyway, I happened to be sitting in a pew in front of two babies. I looked behind me and there laid Noah. His dad passed him to me. Earlier, Noah had been pulling my hair, but the minute he was in my arms, he started grabbing my face. Well, later, Noah was just sitting in my lap, then the fountain came. I wasn't grossed out or anything, I'm pretty used to babies and their disposal of food. But not only did he puke once, but he puked five times on me, and twice on my mother. After one of Noah's episodes, I went to the bathroom and asked myself "Why? Why during the most inconvenient times?" Then came Elizabeth. She puked on me twice, but not nearly as much as Noah.

I ended my afternoon with a baptism. That was nice. Three were baptized today. I learned something abominable. But God is going to take care of that, and He will help me to make the best decision for me. But until then, I will be aware of puking babies.

Totally Epic

Totally Epic is the name of a cartoon created by Tina Bunting and Erin Wells. The cartoon is about strange adventures the two have.

So far, only two episodes have been completed, "The Time Travel Stone" and "Tina the Rapper."

In "The Time Travel Stone," Tina and Erin discover a time travel stone and travel to the past, and then to the future. They have an encounter with a dinosaur, the plague, the 90's, and the future, where world peace is established, no world hunger, and a cure for cancer.

In "Tina the Rapper," Tina decides to become a professional rapper. Tina lands her a gig, and fails. Chinese kids, "The Communist Crew", are featured singing "Happy Birthday." Tina realizes that rapping isn't her calling and Erin decides to pursue her country music career.

The show is humorous and displays the talents of Tina and Erin. I look forward to new episodes!

Brand New You

I'm very excited about the upcoming school year. I'm anxious to see familiar and unfamiliar faces. I have been around the same people all summer. Now, this is not a bad thing, but I'm ready to see the friends I have not seen since the last day of school, and to see the way they've changed.

Summer brings changes. Some good, some bad. My change this year is a better attitude towards school, friends, and family. I have also gotten closer to God this summer.

I'm entering my Freshman year of high school. New faces, new school, new experiences, new me.
I have decided to make this year a wonderful year. To try my best is one of the many goals I have set myself for this year. I'm also planning on studying for tests.

I've always been on top of things until seventh grade. I started slacking a bit. Sleeping in class, not doing homework, and simply not trying. I still got by with A's, so that was a good thing. In eighth grade, that bit me square on the behind. I received lower grades than I was used to. I tried, I really did. But I got behind terribly. I made it through though.

So this year a new Sarah is coming to town. She is going to take on anything high school throws at her. She is going to learn to love learning and be enthusiastic about being at school. She has taken on new responsibilities for this Fall and hopes to fulfill them. It's time for a brand new me.