Having A “Blast”

I am sorry for the delay. I know I have to keep things interesting or else you guys won’t want to read my stuff. Enough babbling.

Saturday, a friend from church came over to shoot with my dad and Mr. D. That’s where today’s post title comes from- blasting guns, and having fun. Compliments to my brother. I shot some too… With my camera, of course! Armed with rifles, they shot down the old rotting pumpkins we saved from fall time for target practice. Then they tried out their aims with the shotguns. One of the three launched the clay pigeons into the air while the other two shot. I tried to throw those ridiculous clay disks with the pitcher, but I just couldn’t get it right, so they laughed at my “feminine inabilities”. So much for trying! My arm is still a little sore and I didn’t even get one stinkin’ orange disk in the air. Oh well, I had fun anyway!

Later, my mom, my one and only favoritest little sister Miss H., and I went shopping. Family Dollar, Walmart, and Salvation Army. I got a few nice shirts and a pair of shoes.

Just so you know, I was not always into clothes and stuff like that. During my preteen and early teen years, I was a tomboy. Absolutely couldn’t stand to wear anything “cute” or to go shopping. I would wear my soccer jerseys everywhere. My hair was thrown on top of my head nonchalantly. Pink and purple were nearly foreign to me. I was rough and tough and strong. But let me tell you, if you’re a normal girl, you’ll grow up a little bit. I’m still not a “girly-girl”. I don’t think I’ll ever be one. I know I am feminine, though not an extreme. I value my childhood, girlhood, and beginning journey to womanhood. I still don’t like the colors pink and purple very much. I don’t carry purses. I don’t like perfume. I never was one to gush over boys. I still consider myself strong. Not rough, not as tough. But I am not so sophisticated or mature that I won’t act like a kid sometimes, because I love fun. I’m not afraid to get dirty. And I do like to shop as long as it is for clothes and shoes. Wow, I don’t know where that all came from. But maybe the point is, if there are any preteens or early teenage girls reading, that can be a very confusing time in your life. Trying to figure out “who you want to be when you grow up.” My desire is that you can understand that Jesus Christ can change you. I have certainly changed and matured and grown up a little since then. Yet, not I but Christ within me! I was twelve when the Lord saved me. And when I was baptized in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ! I was thirteen when I received the Baptism of the Holy Ghost! Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you are too young to serve the Lord. “Let no man despise thy youth; but be thou an example of the believers, in word, in conversation, in charity, in spirit, in faith, in purity.” ~ 1Timorhy 4:12. Like I said earlier, I don’t know where all that came from. One of those little rabbit trails, maybe? Anyway, I hope that sharing my awkward teenage experiences helped and encouraged some blossoming young lady out there.

Yesterday we had church. I love my church family! I appreciate my pastor very much. The sermons yesterday were encouraging, and interesting. We heard part 2 of “More Than Conquerors” by our pastor, and in the evening, our assistant pastor preached on tithing. Very important to learn when you are about to merge onto the the highway of adulthood. Even though I was brought up learning how to tithe since I was a toddler. Ya learn something new everyday!

Do any of you wish to share a comment about your teenage years that would encourage any younger readers (myself included!)? I’m sorry this is such a long post. Personally, I like long posts, but some people like ’em short and sweet. Which is perfectly fine. Have a great day, and remember that Jesus loves YOU!!!

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