Month: May 2015

My brother turns 21 in August.  Which makes him, practically, nine years my junior.  Like me, he is adopted; however, he was actually born in Australia.  So, he’s our young ABC.  (Aussie Born Chinese for the uninitiated). 

Sometimes I wonder, what if I’d never grown up in the church, what would my life be like?  My life I know would probably look very different as many of my friendships revolve around the church.  My outlook on life would be different.  I would probably be strongly pro-gay; more open about how dirty my mind can get; more likely to spend my money on going to concerts…but then by the same token some things probably wouldn’t be any different.  

Music would probably be a big part of my life, I’d still be shy and outgoing all at once.  It’s something to think about at any rate….not that it would ever be a reality, hey?  The church will always be a part of who I am.

You made me who I am today and I appreciate the time we were friends because you taught me more about myself.  I’m not the person I was four years ago, and thank God for that. 

I pray you find someone who will complement you the way I couldn’t.  God will bless you with the right life partner one day.

I am so grateful that you decided to have me, and tried your best.  I am grateful for your courage to give me up.  I thank God for the life you gave me.  

I still love you guys, and I pray that one day we will be reconciled.  Not just me, but my dad and nan and everyone.

I appreciate and love you even if we don’t talk much.  You have grown into an amazing young man, and I’m proud of you.  

I don’t really remember the last argument I had, which probably means it wasn’t all that important in the grand scheme of things. Knowing me, it would have been with my mum about something really pointless.  Or at least, something not worth getting all up in arms about.  

That’s probably a good thing that I don’t remember, because arguments aren’t fun.  I don’t like arguing with people because sometimes it just leaves a bad feeling inside you.  

Online I’ve gotten into “debates” about my beliefs but I don’t think they would’ve been the last arguments I’ve had.  

I’ll have to think about this one, but it should be easy really.  There are several things that tend to get to me a lot.  Even when I know I should let it go.  I think the biggest thing for me is the Creation v evolution debate.  Both sides of the line approach the debate the wrong way without understanding the other.  

And it’s something that often ends up irritating me.  

I’m a Christian.  Yes.  But I’m a firm advocate of the Theory of Evolution as it stands. We don’t know God’s ways and means.  Only He does.  Who’s to say He didn’t utilise evolution to get the bios to where it is today? 

My issue is with people who suggest that evolution has anything to do with the formation of the universe.  It doesn’t.  That’s as much science as alchemy was.  I also have a problem with the arguments  people who deny evolution come up with.  

Yes God Created everything, but you can believe that and evolution can still be true. Yes, natural selection as Darwin presented it appeared random and what not….but did you ever stop to think that maybe it only LOOKS random to our human minds?  God is infinitely MORE than us and we are not given to understand everything He has done.

Not sure if that made any sense.  It does to me.  

And in the end, it’s not important for our salvation.  

10 things? That’s tough.

Well let’s see. 

1.  I love NRL.  It isn’t as obvious as my love for the footy so…there you have it

2. I can have quite a dirty mind.  So…not as innocent as I look and not afraid to admit that.  You should read my writing…or maybe not.

3. I don’t enjoy cooking at all.  

4.  I’m against the death penalty 

5.  I can be quite argumentative about things I’m passionate about 

6.  I enjoy some heavy metal.

7.  I swear, but don’t tell my parents lol

8.  I can be quite shy 

9. I can eat a lot

10.  I can’t think of ten things lol 

I could list a few things under what makes me scared, but let’s just go for the top three.

Spiders.  Spiders freak me out big time.  I especially can’t handle red back spiders.  I’m well aware that they can’t kill me.  As I’m a grown adult a bite from one of them would only be extremely painful and make me a little sick…which in all honesty is enough of a reason to be scared of them, right?  As it is, I think they’re creepy and just….ugh.  Spiders, just….no.

I used to have some shocking nightmares about red backs when I was younger…that and blue ringed octopi…but I’m not so scared of those anymore because I’ve never encountered them on a day to day basis.

The other thing that scares me is public speaking.  It’s been one of my biggest fears.  You could say that it is a big fear for most people, though.  Or for a lot of people at least.  Interestingly, I think that the fear of public speaking is not necessarily about the actual speaking, but about how the audience perceives you when you speak.  I think a fear of public speaking is about how hostile we think the audience will be toward us, even if or when we know the group of people we’re speaking in front of.  

But, anyway, regardless of how prepared I am, I still worry and stress about speaking in front of a group of people.

Finally, my third fear….talking on the telephone.  This one is the worst because it can be really debilitating.  Especially when I really need to call someone.  And it doesn’t discriminate.  I do not like talking on the phone.  I mean….I can manage it with those closest to me, but I’d choose texting over calling even with close family and friends.  Crazy stuff.  

So, there we have it.

Let me start this thought with something I experienced at the first centre I worked at.  I was working in the After school care and a mother came to pick up her children.  Her daughter didn’t want to leave and she was trying to get her to finish whatever she was doing.  The daughter was 11 or round about that age.  Anyway, mother started to try and talk and the girl shut her down, rudely basically telling her mother to shut up and leave her alone because she wasn’t finished.  That didn’t really shock me so much as that the mother just let her be rude to her and didn’t do anything about it.  in fact she laughed and commented something about how her daughter was always like that.  

That shocked me.  There was no way when I was eleven I would’ve gotten away with being rude to my parents.  I was raised to respect my elders and to not talk back or be disrespectful.  

I think the generation now has become less respectful of parents, which is quite sad to see.  I most definitely will be teaching my children to be respectful to their elders and that there are always consequences for their actions (positive and negative).  Yes, respect is something that is earned by both sides, but parents, I believe, earn their children’s respect by virtue of the fact that they have brought them into this world and provided for them.  

Of course this is not to say that parents deserve to be respected or that they can’t lose their children’s respect.  They have the responsibility of raising their children in a way that is honouring, loving and will edify their children.  And I think that’s why as a firm believer in God that promising to raise my children in a Godly way will ensure that the virtue of respect will be regarded highly by everyone.  If that makes sense.  

Ok, so maybe this one is going to be a bit shallow, because I should really say something like spending time with God in worship, or spending time with my boyfriend.  But, to be honest the one thing that never fails to make me feel better is anything and everything Simple Plan related.