It's been awhile, so I will give some updates. Because people do read this after all!!! Yay!! :)
Okay, so last night was crazy. I definitely got to see how God works, and it is awesome.
We will start off by saying that the day was very bad for me. Work did not go well, and I just was in a bad mood. When Josh came to visit me, I wasn't the most exciting person to be around, so he talked for a while, and then headed out. I got out at six, and since Josh had the car to go to youth group (He is helping out with MMCC's youth!!), I walked home. It was a beautiful day out, so it was good for my grumpy brain to be able to walk it off.
When I got home, I was feeling a bit better, and I decided to do some physical activity. I am now learning how to salsa dance, and I think that I have recruited Josh to be my partner!!! I am not very good yet, but dancing is good for you, so I want to give it a try. I think we will be able to do it!! Youtube has some pretty good tutorials on how to do salsa dancing!
So anyway, that was kind of a tangent. After that, I took a shower and stuff, and Josh got home, and we got to go hang out with some pretty cool guys, Matt Moore and Josh Thompson (or as many people know him, Josh T.H.O). Matt and Josh played in the Towers residence hall for a program some students had set up, called tunes and treats. It was pretty cool to be able to sit down and talk with Matt and Josh, especially because I hadn't gotten to talk with Matt and just hang out for a long time.
While the four of us were sitting waiting for Matt and Josh's set to start (they were the last act), I got a phonecall from my brother saying that my Grandpa Bay was in the hospital because he got run over by a tractor. I freaked out, and told him we would be right there, and he said to come quickly. That officially freaked me out, and so I was like shaking, and speed walking to the car when my dad called me and told me that he should be fine, but they were transferring him from the Clare hospital to St. Mary's in Saginaw. I knew there wasn't much we could do, so Josh and I prayed for him, and my family ( i was crying a lot) and then headed back to hang out with Matt and Josh so my mind could be preoccupied.
My grandpa, as he was standing by the tractor outside, pushed the clutch in while he was standing NEXT TO the tractor, and it was in gear. It started moving and to escape being run over completely by the tractor, he dove under it. He kind of got all folded up under it, and because the bucket was on the back of the tractor, he got drug a little bit. My dad stopped the tractor just before it slammed in to the house, and then went to my grandpas aid. That's what happened.
We got updates and stuff, and my grandpa and mom and grandma made it to Saginaw, but didn't know anything yet. Josh and I decided to go to Clare for the night to be with my dad and brother, and that was comforting for me to be with family. You can see where the tractor ran up against the garage and also where it hit the door -- it came very close to the house!!
We came home around ten because I had work this morning. As of now, my grandpa only has multiple fractures and a bruised lung. I think he may have ruptured his spleen also. He is in a full body cast, and will be in a back brace and neck brace for the next six weeks. My grandpa is seventy years old, so it is only God's miracle that he came out of this with nothing worse than he got! God is good!!!
So I am quite tired.. I should probably go to bed because I have work in the morning at 8AM..
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
Does Anybody even read this???
Sometimes I wonder if I just write on here to write on here, because I don't think anyone reads it anyway.... Oh well, its fun to have a blog. It is a good distraction from homework. Josh just left for home and so I am all alone. Alicia is coming to pick me up though, to play Yahtzee with her, Leslie, and maybe Matt, so that will be nice... I won't have to be alone tonight.. But I still have to sleep here alone. It is super creepy. But it will be okay. Work tomorrow, during homecoming, should be a good time to get some homework done, and get some studying done. Also, I have realized that yogurt is my new best friend. It is only 2 points on the Weight Watchers program, so it is definitely a staple food. And, just recently, I have found that it tastes DELICIOUS if I freeze it before I eat it.. and it lasts longer that way!! WOOT. But I really need to lay off the yogurt.. I have eaten like, three of them today, and I will totally get constipated if I keep going at that rate!
A cool thing happened tonight.. I randomly saw a friend that I went to third grade with!! It was very random -- she is a friend of a girl in the drama group, and she came to visit this weekend, so she happened to be at the practice. It was super crazy. It was really great to see her, and I will get to see her more on Sunday, too. So that is cool. God is Good!
A cool thing happened tonight.. I randomly saw a friend that I went to third grade with!! It was very random -- she is a friend of a girl in the drama group, and she came to visit this weekend, so she happened to be at the practice. It was super crazy. It was really great to see her, and I will get to see her more on Sunday, too. So that is cool. God is Good!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Distracted by the Worship Team
I think that I have been learning a lot in the state that I have been in the last few days. I have been pretty pulled away from God; unfortunately to say, it was of my own will. I think that I was trying to ignore what was going on inside of me, and just live how I wanted, or something like that. I am not sure.
Anyway, God has been teaching me a lot about fear. Actually, He has been teaching me that although I know about fear, and what it's definition is, I do not understand it at all. In any way, shape, or form. So, God is teaching me that I cannot do life alone, and that fear will control my life if I try to do it. (the worship team is talking and I can't really concentrate right now...)
But I think that it is cool that ****again, distracted by the worship team...***** Maybe I'll finish this later.. yeah, for sure..
Anyway, God has been teaching me a lot about fear. Actually, He has been teaching me that although I know about fear, and what it's definition is, I do not understand it at all. In any way, shape, or form. So, God is teaching me that I cannot do life alone, and that fear will control my life if I try to do it. (the worship team is talking and I can't really concentrate right now...)
But I think that it is cool that ****again, distracted by the worship team...***** Maybe I'll finish this later.. yeah, for sure..
Monday, August 10, 2009
Talking, Planning, and Paying Bills
Those are kind of the three things I have been doing this week. Mainly the first two, but that's okay.
The last two weeks has been pretty sweet. I think that God has been teaching me quite a bit. Last week, I worked at Clare High School's marching band camp with Dave Shepherd and a guy named Eric. It was a lot of fun, and it was cool to build relationships with the highschool kids. I think that it was a remider for me about what highschool was like. It helped me appreciate college quite a bit more. :)
For the first day of the camp, which was five hours a day, we taught the kids the music and also some marching basics. The next three days consisted of fine-tuning the music, learning the drill on the field, perfecting marching technique, and then learning how to play and march at the same time. (The last one proved the hardest of all............) On the last day, Friday evening, the band parents put together a potluck, and a whole bunch of relatives and family and friends came to watch the kids perform what they had learned so far. Even my family showed up to watch :D
On Tuesday, Amy and Dayna and Drew came to Mt. Pleasant to go tubing down the Chip River with us, and afterwards we got Slurpees. Amy's car that really wasn't hers was acting up, but luckily they made it back to the cabin in one piece, with Josh and I following to hang out with them that night and have dinner too. We ended up playing volleyball and Aggrivation, and other things. While they were playing aggrivation, I went down to the lake and just observed, noticing the sweet silence that hovered over the water, and the cool breeze in the branches of the pine trees and the full moon. It was a great time for me to spend with God, and just talk and then listen. Then Mom Hill came out and we talked a while about this and that, then talked a bit about the planning for the reception.
The next day, Amy and Mom came over to our apartment in Mount Pleasant and we talked and did more serious planning for the reception. Josh had to go to a volunteer thing, so it was just the girls planning, until Dad Hill showed up. We did some more planning and they did some car stuff, and then we went to the cottage (Josh had come back by then). At the cottage, we played some three on four volleyball (mom and dad hill, me VS amy, josh, Dayna and Drew).
Then, on Thursday, we ended up going to Clare, and just kind of hung out. I got to have a nice talk with my dad, and that was really nice. When mom got home from work, we ate some burgers, and the went over to the grandparents house and saw the baby kittens then came home and hungout for the rest of the night. The next day, Friday, Josh and I went to the Amish store to do a little discount shopping and then headed to the field for the performance.
I think God has taught me to be more patient, and to listen, especially to Josh. So often I find him as a threat, or someone that I have to prove right, when really, when I listen to him, and then think about what he says, I can process more easily what he says. Its been a good week of being able to talk for the two fo us two. We've had some really good conversations and God is definitely working through that. It is cool how once we give the relationship to God, He just kind of takes over and shows us what needs to be done.
The sermon at church last Sunday was cool too, because it was about the walls that we build that keep us away from God, or turn us around when we are going toward God. It really made me think about walls that were put up in my path, and walls that I constructed myself. Like my wall of fear, for instance. I am sure that I went out, bought the bricks, and the concrete, and all the tools to make the wall, then worked long and hard to put it up so that I couldn't knock it down. But I am slowly learning to let God just kncok it down, like the walls of Jericho, and it is cool to listen to what He tells me to do.
This is pretty long now. And I still have half an hour until lunch time is over....
The last two weeks has been pretty sweet. I think that God has been teaching me quite a bit. Last week, I worked at Clare High School's marching band camp with Dave Shepherd and a guy named Eric. It was a lot of fun, and it was cool to build relationships with the highschool kids. I think that it was a remider for me about what highschool was like. It helped me appreciate college quite a bit more. :)
For the first day of the camp, which was five hours a day, we taught the kids the music and also some marching basics. The next three days consisted of fine-tuning the music, learning the drill on the field, perfecting marching technique, and then learning how to play and march at the same time. (The last one proved the hardest of all............) On the last day, Friday evening, the band parents put together a potluck, and a whole bunch of relatives and family and friends came to watch the kids perform what they had learned so far. Even my family showed up to watch :D
On Tuesday, Amy and Dayna and Drew came to Mt. Pleasant to go tubing down the Chip River with us, and afterwards we got Slurpees. Amy's car that really wasn't hers was acting up, but luckily they made it back to the cabin in one piece, with Josh and I following to hang out with them that night and have dinner too. We ended up playing volleyball and Aggrivation, and other things. While they were playing aggrivation, I went down to the lake and just observed, noticing the sweet silence that hovered over the water, and the cool breeze in the branches of the pine trees and the full moon. It was a great time for me to spend with God, and just talk and then listen. Then Mom Hill came out and we talked a while about this and that, then talked a bit about the planning for the reception.
The next day, Amy and Mom came over to our apartment in Mount Pleasant and we talked and did more serious planning for the reception. Josh had to go to a volunteer thing, so it was just the girls planning, until Dad Hill showed up. We did some more planning and they did some car stuff, and then we went to the cottage (Josh had come back by then). At the cottage, we played some three on four volleyball (mom and dad hill, me VS amy, josh, Dayna and Drew).
Then, on Thursday, we ended up going to Clare, and just kind of hung out. I got to have a nice talk with my dad, and that was really nice. When mom got home from work, we ate some burgers, and the went over to the grandparents house and saw the baby kittens then came home and hungout for the rest of the night. The next day, Friday, Josh and I went to the Amish store to do a little discount shopping and then headed to the field for the performance.
I think God has taught me to be more patient, and to listen, especially to Josh. So often I find him as a threat, or someone that I have to prove right, when really, when I listen to him, and then think about what he says, I can process more easily what he says. Its been a good week of being able to talk for the two fo us two. We've had some really good conversations and God is definitely working through that. It is cool how once we give the relationship to God, He just kind of takes over and shows us what needs to be done.
The sermon at church last Sunday was cool too, because it was about the walls that we build that keep us away from God, or turn us around when we are going toward God. It really made me think about walls that were put up in my path, and walls that I constructed myself. Like my wall of fear, for instance. I am sure that I went out, bought the bricks, and the concrete, and all the tools to make the wall, then worked long and hard to put it up so that I couldn't knock it down. But I am slowly learning to let God just kncok it down, like the walls of Jericho, and it is cool to listen to what He tells me to do.
This is pretty long now. And I still have half an hour until lunch time is over....
Friday, July 31, 2009
Drama Time
I have tons of ideas in my head for dramas and stuff for the drama ministry next year. I am pumped to be able to serve the community by using drama and skits and stuff. I can't wait. I feel like I am repeating myself, but I wanted to write a blog and I didn't have much to write about, so I decided to tell you how excited I am to lead drama. It is definitely a place where God has put me, because all these ideas are not ideas from my own mind, but from His. I don't really have much else to write about, besides Josh's awesome bookshelf that he just made out of old dresser drawers. He is very creative. It actually looks like it might be able to be a bookshelf too.
I am starting marching band camp next week at Clare -- helping out the band director, Melissa, who just recently had a baby girl (YAY!). It will be pretty fun, because I get to work with my old drum major from the Central Michigan Marching Band. He was a student teacher at Clare last Spring, and that is where I graduated from, so it's pretty cool. It will be lots of fun, and I get paid to do it!!! Dave (my old drum major) put me in charge of the flutes, clarinets and alto saxophones, so I will be helping them with music as well as finding their spots on the field during drill practice and what not. Sweet! I wasn't expecting that much responsibility, but then Dave handed me a packet with the scores in it and a CD with the music on it, and told me what he wanted me to do. So thats cool that he trusts me with all three sections!!!
Alright, I am going to look at that music now, I think.
I am starting marching band camp next week at Clare -- helping out the band director, Melissa, who just recently had a baby girl (YAY!). It will be pretty fun, because I get to work with my old drum major from the Central Michigan Marching Band. He was a student teacher at Clare last Spring, and that is where I graduated from, so it's pretty cool. It will be lots of fun, and I get paid to do it!!! Dave (my old drum major) put me in charge of the flutes, clarinets and alto saxophones, so I will be helping them with music as well as finding their spots on the field during drill practice and what not. Sweet! I wasn't expecting that much responsibility, but then Dave handed me a packet with the scores in it and a CD with the music on it, and told me what he wanted me to do. So thats cool that he trusts me with all three sections!!!
Alright, I am going to look at that music now, I think.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Giving Blood is Painless... ????
So, I gave blood last Thursday. I like to tryt o give blood every once in a while because even though it might cause a bit of discomfort, maybe it could help someone out somewhere. So, why not? Now, I tend to have small veins or something, because every time I try to give blood, the phlebotomists all hover around my arms trying to figure out which vein to use, then somewhat absently stick the needle in my arm and root around for a while, searching for the vein they thought they found. Gross. But worth it. I usually never bruise up or anything, so thats good.
Now, the last time I gave blood, not counting thursday, I searched in both of my arms and couldn't find a vein to use. That was pretty discouraging, s oI waited a while to try again. On Thursday, I was prepared -- I ate breakfast, and I drank about 48 ounces of water, most of that in the two hours before I went to give blood. (Stall number 3 in the bathroom is a nice stall... ) So i went to the bathroom right before I went in, and you have to do all the testing stuff and then the finger poke and whatnot, so by the time I got to the table, I had to use the restroom again. But I thought I would be able to hold it. It wouldn't take too long.....
The lady doing it puts the armband compressor thingy on my arm, and starts looking for a vein. Then she puts one on the other arm and starts looking there, too. Then she called over another phlebotomist and she was looking. Finally, they decided on my left arm, a vein that "wasn't as deep as the other one, and should work alright".... poke -- dig dig dig --- tape --- squeeze every four seconds.
Its all going well, minus the fact that my bladder is about to explode, when the lady said my bag was full -- yes!! -- and she just needed to fill the tubes.. well, apparently my blood didn't want to fill the tubes, because they just wouldn't fill. There were two people over there again, trying to get them to fill, and by this time, I felt like I was going to pass out not from loss of blood, but from having to pee. (I was sure that if I passed out, I wouldn't have to go to the bathroom anymore... my bladder would have quit trying to hold it and would have let loose right there.. ew).
So the tubes get filled, and the lady takes out the needle and puts the gauze on it
, telling my to lift my arm up. So I do, and blood starts gushing down my arm. Oops, forgot to take the compressor thingy off your arm. Lay back down, you are fine... I think she was trying to read to me what not to do for so many hours, and all I could think about was that loving stall number 3. Josh was there when I got done, and I waddled past him to the bathrooms. He was probably laughing at me silently. I would have been had I not been in so much pain from having to pee. The best part of the whole experience was the cookies and the nice girl sitting at the cookie table who gave me lemonade and 
talked to me. It was fun. Oh, the bruise is pretty sweet also :)
So, I think that you should give blood if you can. The blood getting used to help was definitely worth the uncomfortable state I was in for 40 minutes of my life. Really. I just wanted to share the story with you :)
Now, the last time I gave blood, not counting thursday, I searched in both of my arms and couldn't find a vein to use. That was pretty discouraging, s oI waited a while to try again. On Thursday, I was prepared -- I ate breakfast, and I drank about 48 ounces of water, most of that in the two hours before I went to give blood. (Stall number 3 in the bathroom is a nice stall... ) So i went to the bathroom right before I went in, and you have to do all the testing stuff and then the finger poke and whatnot, so by the time I got to the table, I had to use the restroom again. But I thought I would be able to hold it. It wouldn't take too long.....
The lady doing it puts the armband compressor thingy on my arm, and starts looking for a vein. Then she puts one on the other arm and starts looking there, too. Then she called over another phlebotomist and she was looking. Finally, they decided on my left arm, a vein that "wasn't as deep as the other one, and should work alright".... poke -- dig dig dig --- tape --- squeeze every four seconds.
Its all going well, minus the fact that my bladder is about to explode, when the lady said my bag was full -- yes!! -- and she just needed to fill the tubes.. well, apparently my blood didn't want to fill the tubes, because they just wouldn't fill. There were two people over there again, trying to get them to fill, and by this time, I felt like I was going to pass out not from loss of blood, but from having to pee. (I was sure that if I passed out, I wouldn't have to go to the bathroom anymore... my bladder would have quit trying to hold it and would have let loose right there.. ew).
So the tubes get filled, and the lady takes out the needle and puts the gauze on it
, telling my to lift my arm up. So I do, and blood starts gushing down my arm. Oops, forgot to take the compressor thingy off your arm. Lay back down, you are fine... I think she was trying to read to me what not to do for so many hours, and all I could think about was that loving stall number 3. Josh was there when I got done, and I waddled past him to the bathrooms. He was probably laughing at me silently. I would have been had I not been in so much pain from having to pee. The best part of the whole experience was the cookies and the nice girl sitting at the cookie table who gave me lemonade and 
talked to me. It was fun. Oh, the bruise is pretty sweet also :)So, I think that you should give blood if you can. The blood getting used to help was definitely worth the uncomfortable state I was in for 40 minutes of my life. Really. I just wanted to share the story with you :)
Monday, July 27, 2009
Green Licorice
It has been a pretty good weekend, I would say. Most of the weekend was spent in Clare, where my Grandparents had a re-wedding to celebrate their 50th Anniversary. My aunt from PA and my aunt from TX flew in to help with the festivities and the planning, while my grandma's brothers and sisters came from all over Michigan, and from Florida to celebrate.
The wedding was a gorgeous wedding, complete with flower girl and ring bearer. My grandparents never got to enjoy a nice wedding, so this was the wedding my grandma had always dreamed of. She had a great day. She was stunning in her beautiful white gown with red accents on it, and my grandpa was looking snazzy in his white shirt with red suspenders... oh yes, they had suspenders :)
It was a lot of fun, and the people ate ten dozen deviled eggs!! that is crazy. After the reception, which was held right behind the church in the new-ish reception hall, grandma and grandpa had a 'chariot' awaiting them outside to take them to their home (which was just down the road): a john deere tractor with a very decorated hay wagon on the back of it.. complete with love seat for the "newlyweds", and straw bails for all the little kiddies who joined them on thier ride down to the house. It was very cool. I think they ended up going around the section before actually heading home, where the real party started -- music, more food, more fun, and some other stuff. My grandparents had a great time -- the day was a success!!
Sunday was a good day too -- Josh and I came home to go to church, and church was great. Afterwards there was a "goodbye Tony" picnic for one of the pastors who is getting married and headed wherever God leads him and his fiance. His name is Tony. And today Josh has a meeting with someone, and then we are headed to Mecosta to enjoy some time with family at the cottage, and we'll probably do a little jetskiing as well :)
The wedding was a gorgeous wedding, complete with flower girl and ring bearer. My grandparents never got to enjoy a nice wedding, so this was the wedding my grandma had always dreamed of. She had a great day. She was stunning in her beautiful white gown with red accents on it, and my grandpa was looking snazzy in his white shirt with red suspenders... oh yes, they had suspenders :)
It was a lot of fun, and the people ate ten dozen deviled eggs!! that is crazy. After the reception, which was held right behind the church in the new-ish reception hall, grandma and grandpa had a 'chariot' awaiting them outside to take them to their home (which was just down the road): a john deere tractor with a very decorated hay wagon on the back of it.. complete with love seat for the "newlyweds", and straw bails for all the little kiddies who joined them on thier ride down to the house. It was very cool. I think they ended up going around the section before actually heading home, where the real party started -- music, more food, more fun, and some other stuff. My grandparents had a great time -- the day was a success!!
Sunday was a good day too -- Josh and I came home to go to church, and church was great. Afterwards there was a "goodbye Tony" picnic for one of the pastors who is getting married and headed wherever God leads him and his fiance. His name is Tony. And today Josh has a meeting with someone, and then we are headed to Mecosta to enjoy some time with family at the cottage, and we'll probably do a little jetskiing as well :)
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