the little moments that make my world go round

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tree, originally uploaded by beag1e94.

I have finished Teen week and my second to last week of camp. It was a wonderful week, to be sure. More drama than usual, but I’d been expecting it.

Of course, this week I found that the place where a lot of the kids minds were and the source of some of the drama going on was relationships, which caused me to reflect a bit. Personally, I’ve chosen to walk the courtship route… But that’s a post for another day.

I just don’t see the point in getting as close as some of them were so young. I was thinking about it during Chapel one evening and came up with an analogy that I think is rather clever, if I do say so myself. It goes like this: A baby tree is planted too close to another seedling. As the two grow, they get all the things they need to thrive as adult trees, and all the while the space between them shrinks and their roots become intertwined with each other, until it gets to the point that they are so close to uproot one would kill the other. One of the trees grows faster than the other, and starts to steal nutrients from the other, and eventually the tree will wither and die of malnourishment.

I think it’s the same with people. If you get too close with someone too soon, you become too dependant on them, which is dangerous. Adult trees do just fine with other trees, and can even be pretty close to them without harm. But while they are seedlings they’re doing the most growing and need the largest space ratio.

I dunno. Maybe I’m just an odd kid who zones out and thinks about plants in relation to romance randomly. (Dig that annunciation!)

This coming week is angel tree middler week and my last week of camp! *sob* I’m looking forward to it, but I’m rather intimidated again. I’ve heard a lot about these kids and how crazy this week is going to be.

& Side note — A friend of mine who works at camp got one of those cheap-o bouncy balls mailed to her this week… no box or anything, they just slapped a stamp, an address and a note on it and stuck it in the mail. So of course I’m going to try it. hehe 🙂


torrential downpour

Dewey Grass, originally uploaded by beag1e94.

So today is day four of the torrential downpours of rain we’ve been experiencing… not really, I just wanted to say ‘torrential downpours’. But we have had a LOT the past 4 days!

Xander has made leaps and strides (quite literally, he’s beginning to walk and hop quite a bit as he recovers and gets more confident) and he is even starting to get into mischeif again like he used to. For the most part, we can leave him alone for extended periods of time without worrying, which is great. He is supposed to get his stitches out in the next few days, so I am hoping that goes well. Now if he would just eat and drink on his own…

It’s only 10 days till I leave for staff training at the summer camp!! This year I’m a junior counselor, so I am looking forward to getting to hang out with kids all summer 🙂

In the meantime, I have entered the world of beading. I used to think it was a wimpy craft (no offense, beaders) that required little creativity, but then I walked down the newly remodelled bead aisle of Michael’s and oh. I understood.

I do believe this may be a new obsession of mine…


lone leaf, originally uploaded by imayle.

Xander had the surgery this morning. He came through fine, was particularly groggy, and he came home around 6pm tonight and has been sleeping ever since. It’s hard seeing him this way, but he’s a fighter and he’ll be back to his old antics soon, without a doubt.

An interesting thought occured to me after we brought him home, though. All my parents and I have been hearing is how it’s more traumatic for us for him to lose his leg than it is for him. He’s definitely had no fun through all this experience, except maybe for really letting the vet have it, but he doesn’t go through the emotional suffering like people do.

I think it’s that way with God. In the bible, we’re compared a lot with sheep and vines. And human beings have a greater range of feelings and emotions than a vine or a sheep does. At least that’s what I believe. Since we have those abilities, we can experience suffering that a sheep could never imagine. We can feel things that a vine would never comprehend. So isn’t it logical that a God so great and so awesome and so powerful, who created the universe and everything in it would also have a greater range of ways to experience feelings, emotions, and pain?

Watching Xander go through the amputation, we’re sad because we feel empathy and greif for what he’s going through, even though he probably doesn’t understand fully the gravity that we see it to. And I just think that God is that way with us. He sees us sinning every day and he greives for us. He sees every little thing that happens to us every day, every person that cuts you off in traffic and every bit of bad news you get. And he feels it. He feels every little nanometer of emotion and feeling within you. And I believe that when we’re really broken up and sad, he’s crying. Not just sniffles and a stray tear here and there. Bawling his eyes out because he doesn’t want to see his treasured and precious creation feel any trace of pain.

And the same goes for the happy things that happen to us in life. He is not an unfeeling God. Quite the opposite.

In good times and in bad…

dried bush rose, originally uploaded by imayle.

Maybe it’s because I’m a girl, or maybe it’s because this one weird credit commercial that plays over and over and over again says them, but I was thinking about the wedding vows today. I’d never really thought them through until today… that’s powerful stuff.

It takes a special person to promise to love you and stay by your side even when you’re bawling your eyes out because nothing’s working out right, when you’ve just spent your last dime on the groceries and the kids are grumpy because they’re hungry, when you’re feeling half dead from a fever of 102.7 and the stomach flu, even when it’s not romantic or glamorous or pretty… You promise forever.

That’s love right there.

I find it so comforting and beautiful that Christ feels that way toward us. His church is his bride, and Christians are his children. wow. And he’s perfect and holy, so he’s not going to walk out on us or get a divorce. He’s with us, for better or for worse.

dried bush rose

This morning I went out and took pictures of this flower… I’m getting the hang of this SLR thing. All these pictures were completely manual. Focusing, aperture, exposure, everything.

four petals

Note- Thank you all who have been asking after and concerned for Xander. Friday we took him in to the vet and he gave Xander a 90% chance of full recovery with the amputation of his back left leg. We are so relieved! The surgery is Monday morning, so this week Xander will be a full time job as he’s getting used to being a three-legged tiger. It will be hard to see him that way, but we are all very happy that he will be alive and (hopefully) make a full recovery.

Happy Saturday!

sweet 16

necklace, originally uploaded by imayle.

so far, 16 has been pretty sweet. 🙂

this is the necklace I made for a very dear friend’s 16th birthday. we’ve been close for a decade now, and it feels like we were just turning seven and thinking we were da bomb. haha.

I write like a preppy girl.

206, originally uploaded by imayle.

ever notice all the different styles of writing? Like, we already have different ways of talking… In movies, nobody ever really talks like in real life. And in books, no one ever pronounces everything that perfectly or omits word contractions. And yet we accept it as normal. Huh.

I, for one, have just discovered there is not much difference in the way I write from that of a preppy girl. *sigh*. NOT exactly thrilling.

frozen vegetables

205, originally uploaded by imayle.

frozen vegetables right from the bag in the middle of summer is one of the things I am *so* looking forward to as I finish my schoolwork and prepare myself for the scorching weather.

I can’t think of much to say at the moment. In 6 days I’ll be 16. Craziness.