Every day

Every day, something new happens.

Some days are great. Things go your way. Life is okay. You thank God for giving you such a nice day.

Some days are okay. Nothing really goes horribly wrong. Then again, it wasn't the best day ever. You thank God for giving you a good day.

But some days are lousy. One wrong thing after another, it seems. Everything crumbles. Nothing good happens. Trust me, we've all had days like this. I have. Everyone does.

So, why thank God for THAT? Why thank him if you failed your science quiz? Why thank him if your dog ran away? Why be thankful for days like that?

Because God MEANT those things to happen. God made those things happen. And God deserves to be praised in bad or good weather.

When Paul was in prison, was he saying, "oh, this totally stinks!" No. He was SINGING. He was praising God! In PRISON, he was thanking God.

And guess what? The shackles crumbled. He was released. And he was happy. He was thankful to God.

No matter what happens, you need to thank God. Every day.

Unexpressable

Today, I really wanted to post on here. I've got a million topics buzzing around in my head, forgiveness, honesty, more of my own experiences, but none of them seen quite right. Not today. I'm trying to muster up something, because I want every post to be centered around God and good things, not my own life and friends and stuff like that.

Maybe my message today is, even if you don't have anything to say, make the effort. Even if life is good, you should still pray. God will listen to any nonsense you can say, as long as it's for him.

God rocks

I believe in miracles

Even if you aren't a Christian, chances are you've heard of miracles. The parting of the red sea, water into wine, walking across water...you've heard something like that somewhere. Those happened a long time ago, they're in the Bible.

But what it shows US is what Jesus can do. He rose from the dead. He healed sick people. He turned a couple loaves of bread and some fish into a feast.

Jesus isn't the only person who can perform miracles. What about Paul, and the other disciples?

Typically, miracles, to us, means those amazing things that happened in the Bible. But do they have to be IN THE BIBLE to be miracles?

My family adopted two little boys, my brothers Aidan and Casey. I would consider them coming to live with us a miracle. But look around, we're not in the Bible. We're in 2011.

My mom once was sick with an insane illness that nobody knew what it was, now she's fine. I think that qualifies. Still not in Bible times...

Even the little things. Once I threw up. I'm healed. My mom twisted her ankle once. She's healed. We've driven in snow storms before. God gave us travelling mercies. I've told people about Jesus. God gave me strength.

Just because we're not living with Jesus or Paul doesn't mean miracles don't exist. A drug addict coming to Jesus...that's a miracle. A dying man living on...that's a miracle. Foster kids finding homes...miracles, miracles, miracles.

Miracles are all around us. Some people have different words for it. Some people say, "They were lucky." Other people say, "The medicine worked." Well, maybe the medicine worked. But that medicine wouldn't even exist if God hadn't given scientists the minds to make it.

Maybe a miracle happened to you. Maybe something amazing that God gave you or showed you. They happen now, and they happened then.

MIRACLES ARE REAL.

Operation: School

Before we get into this post, I'll just tell you something. As an almost teenage girl, I have my special likes and dislikes. I like basketball, dislike barbeque sauce. I like video games, dislike math. I LOVE God, dislike anything that there's a charity preventing.

And what I REALLY love is a challenge.

That's how our MSG leader (Middle School Group) gets us to do things. Puts it in the form of a challenge. And, since none of us are turning THAT down, we accept.

Okay, now I can get into the post.

I'm homeschooled. For those of you who don't know what that is, exactly, that means that I don't attend public or private school. My mother teaches us our schoolwork. It's been this way since the first grade. (Now I am in...sixth? I can never keep track!) My sister and younger brothers like it that way. I liked it that way...until...

Around late November or so, I was feeling really depressed. January especially. I was just sad and lonely. I felt alone. We live in a small town, miles away from my friends. My mom and dad tried as hard as they could to help me see my friends more, but, really...I'm growing up. I don't want to be isolated. They understood that.

They considered a bunch of options, Christian schools, private schools, all this stuff. None of it was working. God shut the door on every school they looked at. I thought that I was stuck. I was failing in math (my least favorite subject) and feeling down ALL THE TIME.

But God sent the Holy Spirit to my mother (heh, while she was at Olive Garden) and she called a meeting.

Long story short, God has decided that I, Cassidy, should go to a public middle school.

I'm really excited about this. After all, I get to see my friends often, I get to tell people about Jesus, I get to change the world like I've always wanted. I've always asked God for an adventure. This is what he's given me and boy, I am siked!

But I'm also nervous. I mean, I've had five years of absense from public school. I'm gonna have to ask my other friends, but I think that I'm gonna just have to pray more. God will give me the streghnth I need.

I plan to change the world for God. I want to turn the school around. I'm going in there as a sheep among wolves. I want to come out a missionary to middle school. That tall, funny girl with cool sneakers and a God.

Hello there

Hi everyone out there. My name's Cassidy. I'm not new to blogging, this is one out of several blogs. I have one for poetry named It's Got Everything to do With Me, I have a book review blogged named Another Stupid Story by Cassidy, I have a group blog named The Fairy Poodle assosiation, and I have my first blog, The Saga of Another American Tweenager.

But this blog's kinda different from the others.

As everyone who read the title may know, I'm a Christian. I've been a Christian my whole life, practically. I go to church and youth group, read my devotionals and pray. I'm currently homeschooled, but that's a topic for another post.

My church has a youth group. The leader of the youth group is Pastor Mike, who is my only other follower right now. I started going because, well, because my other friends were going. I was going because I was bored and had nothing to do.

But I think that it helped me catch myself. I wasn't really all that strong with my faith. Church was a goof-off time for a little while, somewhere to hang out with friends. And I wasn't really committing myself fully to God, and making church a special place.

Now that I've realized what it is, youth and church and stuff, I think that it hit me like a sucker punch. I need to do more for God because he does so much for us. So I'm going to ACT now. I want to change the world for him. (More on that later) So, if you're reading this, I'm not going to drive you insane by being that maniac Christian who's going to FORCE you to go to him.

I'm not going to shove you in the house if you knock. I'll open the door, but I can't make you come in. So, come in. Stay awhile. I can take you to God, but I'm not going to force you to talk to him.

This is the life of a writing obsessed, totally imperfect, ex-goof-off queen who is now
God's Writer Girl.