It's true. I love Michael Jackson. I love him so much that I call him MJ. My first love of MJ came when my BFFs Tiffany and Hope came to visit for Autumn's wedding. Hope and I watched MJ YouTube videos til 1:30 in the morning. Shelby and I learned MJ dance moves and from there I was hooked. I am convinced that MJ wasn't a pedofile nor did he have a perverted mindset about children. He's always been a little off and he should have abided more to societies' standard of what is appropriate and what is not. His childlike view of the world was innocent yet perverted by the public.
Many things have happened in the last couple weeks. Here are some highlights and deep thoughts.
1. Hope and Tiffany's visit only reinforced how much I need them in my life. I never realized how much I could love people I have only known for 1 year.
2. I sometimes visit this old man named Justus. He's 94 years old and surprisingly together. He can sometimes get borderline perverted which makes me uncomfortable and sad because it makes me not want to be his friend anymore. He doesn't follow Jesus and doesn't want to try. Please pray for courage for me to find an opportunity to share Jesus with him.
3. I'm currently in the Lake of the Ozarks with two of my best friends (Shelby and Krystin). We rented a jetski yesterday from a place so shady that I called Brooke with all the information in the event that we disappeared. It turned out to be the nicest family and a perfect experience.
4. I went to the DR for a week with a large (but small) group of high schoolers. I learned that I love having real conversations with people I hardly know. There's too much that happened on this trip to know what to write. Please ask me about it and I'll share more.
5. I want to learn more about Jesus, live more simply, love more unconditionally, and listen better. No joke.
6. I'm reading about Mother Teresa.
7. I'm too tan.
8. I miss my nephew. Sometimes when my friends and I talk about laying out, someone will say "I wish I were tanner." I reply, "TANNNNER! I miss him so much."
9. I wish I knew who read this blog so you should leave a comment. As of now, I know of Molly, Cherry, and Bre. Let's hope there's a couple more out there.
10. Just so I can end on an even number. I bruise easily in the Dominican Republic. And I want to take a self-defense class.
My advice to you: Whether its Mother Teresa or your best friend, learn more about someone who follows Jesus well. And before entering a shady situation, make sure you give all the details to your best friend to give to the police if you disappear.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
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