From my heart.

This issue has been around for many years.
And this is what I've got to say about it all.
Every thing I say here is from my heart.

Now I'm not the type of person or "Christian" to walk up to someone and beat them over the head with the Bible and tell them that what they're doing is wrong, or nasty, or gross, and that they're going to hell.
I've never done that, nor will I ever.
I am friends with a bunch of homosexuals, people who do drugs, people who drink, people who have premarital sex, people who curse like sailors, and people who straight up mock the Bible and straight up mock Christianity and pretty much tell me I'm an idiot for believing such silly things.
It hurts my heart, but I still love them, because they are my friends.

I'm not one to take away a person's rights - talking about homosexuals, here.
Now if someone murders another, I expect them to be jailed because of it.
I'm not for sure how I feel about the death penalty, though, because I do believe God will give them what they deserve.
If it weren't for Jesus, we'd all be getting what we deserve. Thank you, Lord for your mercy.

I'm not the type of person or "Christian" to go to Gay Parades and hold up signs saying that they're all going to hell. I'm not going to vote to take away their rights to get married. But I'm also not going to vote to allow them to have those rights. Since I do, personally, believe that homosexuality is wrong. I'm just not going to go either way. I believe that people are people. All people are equal. No matter gender, color, where they were born, accent. We all sin. We're all sinners, whether we admit it or not.

I know how it feels to be beaten over the head with the Bible, being told I'm going to hell for doing such a gross, horrible sin - Self Harm. They told me that the Bible says that my body is a temple and that by cutting, I'm destroying the temple, therefor I'm going to hell.

Okay.

Another thing people always debate about is church. So many people hate going to church.

I go to church with people who bear false witness, people to smoke, people who get drunk, people who curse, people who steal, people who cheat, people who lie, people who don't read the Bible every day, people who are proud, people who are somewhat prejudice, people who think they are better than others because of their wealth. These people can be found in every church around the world. Why? Because there are no perfect people in the world. There is only one person who is perfect and that is Jesus Christ. The church is not a museum for the good people, it is not a gathering place for the righteous. The church is a hospital for the broken, a shelter for the needy.

You need to watch some Jefferson Bethke on youtube.
Here's his Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/jeffersonbethkepage
And his youtube: http://www.youtube.com/user/bball1989
And his website: http://jeffbethke.com/

Jeff got me to see so many things that I otherwise would have seen.
God uses Jeff to speak to me through youtube and facebook.
Jeff is my age. God is amazing.

Another person to listen to is Mark Hall, he's the lead singer of Casting Crowns.
Just youtube search CastingCrowns


I'll have more about these subjects later.
My mind is all scattered right now.

I lost hope.

I lost hope.
I got discouraged.
I was giving up.

I keep weighing myself, and weighing myself.
Even after changing my diet.
And eating a bunch of vegetables and fruit, and drinking more water.
And exercising more.
And I'm not losing any weight.
It frustrates me, and I end up saying "Screw it" and eat a bunch of junk food.

Then today, I bought a dress/top.
They didn't have one in the size I usually buy.
So I bought it how I found it.
One size below what I buy.
And it turns out that the size below what I normally buy, fits perfectly.

So maybe I'm not losing weight, but I'm losing inches.

And this gave me hope.
And now I want to continue this new diet.
Because I know that I am losing something, even if it's not the weight.
My goal weight may not happen.
But I am getting smaller.
So it's still okay.
:)

Self Image

*Not fishing for compliments or hosting a pity party. Just simply stating my feelings on the subject at hand.

I love who I am as a person, and I love my style.
But I still can't love my body or how I look.
No matter how many compliments I receive, I just don't believe them.
They make me smile, yes, but I honestly don't see what anyone else sees.

I'm starting to wonder if I have what anorexics have.
Where what they see in the mirror is not what is actually there.
It's something in the mind.
What they see when they look at their reflection is this overweight person,
when in reality, they're thin as a twig.

I must see something completely different than what everyone/most people see.
This hit me when a four year old, usually more honest than adults, disagreed that I looked fat.

I just cannot stand the way I look most days.
My face and my body.
I sometimes just want to break down and cry.

What I see from my point of view (without the use of reflective surfaces), I look good.
But when I take a full body shot or have someone else take my picture,
I just look disgusting and huge.
I tried to make my face more bearable by buying and using makeup.
But you have no idea how many times I have to wipe off and restart my makeup due to the
fact that it just doesn't look good.
I had to take off and redo my makeup four times, today alone.

Again, I'm not fishing for compliments or anything.
I wouldn't really believe you either way.
I don't believe I'm ugly, because I think ugliness is someones attitude and not appearance.
But I don't believe I'm beautiful either.
I mean, sometimes I'm cute - maybe pretty. But not gorgeous, or stunning, or sexy, or hot, or beautiful.
It's just not possible for me.
No matter what I try to do.
It's just not me.

I could very well have a beautiful personality, but I am not a beautiful person.
On the outside.
My siblings are amazingly beautiful, though.
All of them.
God just wanted me to have the great personality.
So people would look past my appearance.
But I can't look past it.
Especially since there are so many reflective surfaces and cameras and junk.

I'm just.. I don't know, discouraged.

Self image | Self love.

At first, I thought that it was a boy that boosted my confidence, that made me start caring about my body and how I looked.And then I saw this quote;

Confidence happens when you let it happen. No one gives it to you, which is great, because it also means they can’t take it from you. -Brooke Magnanti

And it made me realize it's been me all along. Because that boy is practically gone now, and I'm still working on my inner and outer beauty. I'm not doing it for him, or for anyone else. I'm doing it for myself.

It's so weird, ya know. I've never cared, I've never loved myself, or my body this much. I've always worried about my looks, but that wasn't a caring kind of worry. It was a "They're not going to like the way I look" kind of worry. And so I always tried to tell myself "It's your personality that counts" and so I never paid any attention and never worked on my appearance.

It took 12 years of self harm for me to wake up.

And, I gotta tell you, it feel amazing to be awake! I've just been dragging my feet through life, always wishing I was someone or somewhere else. But now I feel good to be where I am, and great to be myself.

I am beautiful, even though not everybody sees it (including myself).
I am strong.
I am awesome.
I am funny.
I am a caring, compassionate person.
I am considerate.
I am weird, but it's okay, because that's what makes me cool.
I am talented.
I am great at my job.
I am blessed.
I am good enough.
I am worth it.

I will, finally, be okay.
And I am excited for that!

Music = Love.

Imagine a guitar covered in dust.
When you strum it, dust will fly everywhere.
Now imagine a drum covered in dust.
When you hit it with a drumstick, dust flies.
Did you imagine it happening in slow motion?
I did.
Now listen to this -
When you strum a guitar or drum a drum, stuff flies off of it.
But it's not dust, oh no, it's something far better.
You see, music is love.
What do I mean by that?
Well, music and love are very much the same.
They are both understood by even small children,
people of every skin color, every culture, every gender, every mental state.
Every human knows what love is, and what music is.
Music speaks to even the deaf.
Even the deaf can feel the music.
Do you get that?
Music is more than just something you hear.
It's something you see, and feel, and sometimes even taste.
Music is love because everybody understands it.
No matter what language.
Music heals, music helps, music guides.
Music never leaves.
Even if all musical instruments were destroyed somehow,
we will still be able to make music.

You know what's powerful?
Being in a band.
Or being a musical artist.
If you make music for a living, or for fun,
you have the power to change the world.
People don't realize this.
But if you know what music is and what it does for and to people,
then you would understand this.
If you make music, you have the power to heal.
When you play your music, you must play with a love and a passion that
echoes off of your instrument and off of your voice.
Everyone who can hear your music, will feel your love.
And that is what everybody needs, right?

Every tiny note packs so much love.
And when all of these notes collide,
Something amazing happens.

You can't be so close-minded about the powerfulness and the magic that music possesses.
If you think that music can put you in a better mood, why can't you believe, if used properly,
music can make peace?
Even murderous scum enjoy music.
Even the worst sinners know how to feel and be loved.

People find comport in music.
Music speaks.
Love is there.
Love is music.
Music is love.
You are powerful.
Share the love.
Spread the music.

Just a few of my photos.

10 Random Facts

1. I spend too much money on things that don't last. (like food, or hair dye)
2. Oranges are my favorite fruit.
3. Spinach is my favorite vegetable (raw or creamed).
4. I'm a slob in my own house, but a neat freak in other people's house.
5. I've realized I can't eat in front of people.
6. I've realized I'm really shy and awkward around people I don't know/aren't used to being around.
7. Water and Arizona Green Tea are all I drink nowadays.
8. If I didn't have access to my phone or computer or tv, I could live without them. But since I'm able to just turn them on whenever I want, the temptation is too high to ignore.
9. Since I found out the Indie wasn't a music genre, I have been at a huge loss and confusion of what my favorite genre of music actually is.
10. I love me some Justin Bieber.

Chad Wesley Band~

The three sides of Chad Wesley Band reflected in the photos done by K.ChellPhotography.
Every image will mirror a personality the band, as a whole, possesses.


1. Silly/Funny/Goofy side: pictures that make you laugh or smile by just looking at them. pictures that were fun to take. action shots, prop shots, prank shots. The members of Chad Wesley Band are funny guys; these pictures will reflect that side of them.


2. Mature/Respectful/Classy side: pictures that show that these men are adults. just by looking at the picture, you will be able to see that the members of the band take their passion for music seriously and that they are well matured and respectable guys.


3. Edgy/Hip/Rocker side: this, like the funny, side will let you see how real these guys are. these pictures will reflect their talent and passion, while also showing you how edgy and hip they are. rustic shots, single shots, and last, but not least, instrument shots.


I hope by seeing these pictures you will see Chad Wesley Band they way I do.

Prayer For A Friend - Casting Crowns

Lord, I lift my friend to You, I've done all that I know to do
I lift my friend to You
Complicated circumstances have clouded his view
Lord, I lift my friend up to You

I fear that I won't have the words that he needs to hear
I pray for Your wisdom, oh God, and a heart that's sincere
Lord, I lift my friend up to You

Lord, I lift my friend to You
My best friend in the world, I know he means much more to You
I want so much to help him, but this is something he has to do
And Lord, I lift my friend up to You

'cause there's a way that seems so right to him
But You know where that leads
He's becoming a puppet of the world, too blind to see the strings
Lord, I lift my friend up to You
My friend up to You

Lord, I lift my friend to You, I've done all that I know to do
I lift my friend to You

Psalm 139

O LORD, You have searched me and known me.
You know my sitting down and my rising up;
You understand my thought afar off..
You comprehend my path and my lying down,
And are acquainted with all my ways.
For there is not a word on my tongue,
But behold, O LORD, You know it altogether.
You have hedged me behind and before,
And laid Your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
It is high, I cannot attain it.

Where can I go from Your Spirit?
Or where can I flee from Your presence?
If I ascend into heaven, You are there;
If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there.
If I take the wings of the morning,
And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
Even there Your hand shall lead me,
And Your right hand shall hold me.
If I say, "Surely the darkness will fall on me,"
Even the night shall be light about me;
Indeed, the darkness shall not hide from You,
But the night shines as day;
The darkness and the light are both alike to You.

For You formed my inward parts;
You wove me in my mother's womb.
I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well.
My bones were not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of earth.
Your eyes saw my substance,
being yet unformed.
And in Your book they all were written,
The days fashioned for me,
When as yet there were none of them.

How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!
How great is the sum of them!
If I should count them, they would be more
in number than the sand;
When I awake, I am still with You.

Oh, that You would slay the wicked, O God!
Depart from me, therefore, you bloodthirsty men.
For they speak against You wickedly;
Your enemies take Your name in vain.
Do I not hate them, O LORD, who hate You?
And do I not loathe those who rise up against You?
I hate them with perfect hatred;
I count them my enemies.

Search me, O God, and known my heart;
Try me, and know my anxieties;
And see if there is any wicked way in me,
And lead me in the way everlasting.

What is "ugly"?

“Oh, she’s beautiful.”
“Eww, he’s ugly!”

You’ve heard people say that before, you’ve most likely said that before, too.
Thanks to the wonderful society, we’ve grown to think that beauty or ugliness is someone’s appearance.
But, let me tell you, it is not true.
What makes a person beautiful or ugly is not how they look on the outside.
It is not their hair, skin, teeth, eyes, weight, etc. that makes a person ugly or beautiful.
How a person looks on the outside is just how a person looks on the outside.
When God created man, He created him in His image.
This means, all humans, male and female, were created equal in beauty.  Whether or not you find someone beautiful is simply opinion. If you’re attracted to someone, well of course you’re going to find them to be beautiful. But just because you are not attracted to someone, it does not make them ugly.

So what does make a person ugly?
Their personality. If they have a terribly rotten personality, and treat people with disrespect and is rude and just plain mean, THAT is what makes someone ugly.
Have you heard parents tell their child, when he’s done something bad, “That was ugly!” or “You’re being ugly!”? They’re not telling their child that they now look ugly for what they did, they’re telling him that what he did was not nice, and it was rude or hateful. 

“You are not ugly, but if you act ugly, you will become ugly.”

So if being rude, disrespectful and hateful makes an ugly person, then what makes a beautiful person?
Everyone was born beautiful or handsome, whether or not someone else finds them attractive.
But if you act ugly, you will become ugly, because your heart will be ugly.
To be beautiful is to act beautiful; honest and fair, friendly and helpful, considerate and caring. Not doing ugly things makes you beautiful – sounds simple, doesn’t it?

If you crave to be beautiful, you do not have to change your outward appearance. You have to change your heart.

How does one get smarts?

Smarts.
How does one know if someone else is smart?
By the way they talk? How they work?
How does one know if they, themselves, are smart?
A wise man told me once, “Smart doesn’t come from a book.”
This kind of confused me just a little.
If smart does not come from a book, where does it come from?
Experience, maybe?
I question my own intelligence a lot of the time.
I’m quite dumb, often.
But the wise man says that I’m far from dumb, I’m “just ignorant. Dumb is refusing to learn. Not knowing is ignorance. Babies aren’t dumb, even though they’re ignorant of everything.”
Except I do know a few dumb kids, I work with a few of them.
But if this is true, I’m pretty ignorant of about 98% of everything in the world.
The things that I do know are mostly just common knowledge, which sadly isn’t that common anymore.
I’m a photographer, I have a professional business; but I couldn’t tell you anything about cameras. Pretty much the only thing I know about photography is how to take a good picture and what a good picture looks like. I don’t really know any of the photography lingo or how to do any cool camera tricks. When I buy a camera, I mainly go for a good, long zoom, and a good number of megapixels.
Kind of weird, isn’t it?
Yes, I agree.
There is a whole bunch that I don’t know. Name a topic, any topic, I bet you I don’t know much, if anything, about that subject.
Unless it’s children/teaching children, dealing with/treating people, or self-harm. I know a lot about those things.
But pretty much everything else in the world, I’m an ignorant fool.

Which, I guess, just means I need to live more to experience more? To learn more, to know more, right?
Right.
So, where do you think it is that I can go find a life and live?
Anyone know?
Because it’s not really happening here, in Forest.

That cursed yellow #5

So, I always feel so stupid when I talk to certain people.
Because they're a lot smarter than me.
And then with other people I talk to, I feel like a master genius.
My cousin, Chad, is one of the people that make me feel so dumb.
If he reads this, he's going to shake his finger at me and say "You are not dumb, child, stop saying that." or something around those lines.
"It's ignorance not dumbness."

Chad reminds me a lot of Zac.
Certain things Chad says sounds a lot like Zac.
I can just see Zac whenever Chad says those things.
Like yesterday when we were talking about Mello Yello.
Speaking of Mello Yello, I fail at life.
I bought a bottle of Mello Yello yesterday.
I took it out of the Coca-Cola fridge at Wal-Mart, put it on the check-out counter, put it back in the fridge, took it back out, put it back. And then at the very last second, took it back out and bought it.
Last night, I realized I shouldn't have bought it.
After only just a few sips, I found my mood crashing to the ground.
Chad, if you are reading this, I believe the Mello Yello is the reason the mood of the conversation went to Mexico.

Also, I'm addicted to writing. Letters and whatnot. If you want to be a supporter of this addiction, just give me your address.

I am currently in a room full of sleeping children.
Thank you, Lord.
I'm so happy they're all finally quiet and still.
Today has not been a good day for me.
I was hoping to be able to still have my class, even with a teacher out.
But no.
I tried to make the best of it, but they're all so wild and bee aye dea.
Thankfully they're all asleep.
An hour and a half left to go of nap time.
I hope they all stay asleep til then.
A break is so needed.

I got on the scale this morning and SCORE.
Finally got off that one, stupid, number I've been stuck on all month.
I've lost three pounds.
Which all together, this year, makes 18 pounds.
To reach my first goal, I just need to lose 25 more.

If anyone wants to buy me new shoes, I would forever be grateful.
I have almost completely worn out my one pair of shoes.
I wear a size 9 1/2 ;D

Anyway.
I set off Zac's birthday balloon today.
Even though his birthday was Saturday.
It was actually hard for me.
I didn't think it would be hard.
But it was.
I guess I thought, deep down, that my letting go of the balloon symbolized me letting go of him.
That's not what it was supposed to be for.
It was just a birthday card-type thing.
But as soon as I let it go, I wanted to grab it back and just keep it.
But it already was way too far up for me to grab.
It was gone in almost an instant.
I felt pretty empty after that.
Until the kids got me to shoot some hoops.
I'm not that terrible at free throws.
But dribbling is hard.
Especially on pea-gravel.

So much for no internet and phone for a whole month, huh?
Yeah, I know.
But hey, before you fuss at me for failing, I'd like to see you try it.

I found this poem in my room.

Far past the mountain tops
In the valleys of the clouds
Where the dew of the moon
Fell upon the thin blades of grass
Where music comes from rain
Hitting the ground
And lightening clapping hands
With the stars
Where waterfalls splash silently
On the rivers below
The butterflies dance around the sun
Giving off light on the trees
As stained glass from their wings
Where the fruit of the tree
Is as sweet as the honey from the bee
It's down in the South
In a little town in Mississippi
Under the rainbows
Pass the pot of gold
Before you run into tornadoes
Just past the field of flowers
Inside of an old broken down train station
This little city sits
In my imagination

-Karianne Henderson, June 2nd, 2008

People are people. Color is color.

Here’s something that has been getting to me, also; Racism. It’s not only the fact that racism even exists, it’s also the fact that people argue “Race doesn’t matter.” There is only one race, God created only ONE race; the human race. Skin color is skin color. Even people of the “same race” don’t have the exact same color skin. That being said, I believe racism is merely stereotypic. You shouldn’t be stereotyping people, everyone is different, and that is to say, we all have our own minds.  God created us all equal. You hear that a lot, don’t you? Especially when people talk about racism, didn’t Dr. King state it in his speech?

It all fits together, love and wisdom. You have to learn and understand that all people are people. No matter what they look like, act like, talk like, all people are of one race. You can be 14 different colors and still be a family. Color is just color. Imagine your bed room being strictly just one color, and everything that enters into it has to be the exact same color. You can’t buy things or invite people over that is not that one color. Seems kind of silly doesn’t it? Well that’s what racism is.

If you can learn and understand that all people are one race, and all people are created equal, you can better love. How are we created equal, you may ask? God gave us all the same important organ; a heart. We all have a heart and a mind of our own, God gave us a free will. We can do what we want, pretty much. But if you don’t choose love, you choose hate. You can’t have both and you can’t choose neither.

If you want the world to be better, learn to understand this simple fact:  God created one race; the human race. Man created racism.

Every person you come across in life has a heart and has a story. The way you treat them may very well push them over the edge, or save their life. You really wouldn’t want someone to hurt themselves all because a stranger didn’t treat them as a person with a heart, would you?

Consideration; the man in front of you may be going too slow in front of you, because he’s old, and can’t go the speed limit because it’s a little hard for him to see. You don’t need to lay on your horn, speed past him, and flip him off when you pass.

Did you ever consider that the group of teenagers (whatever color) act the way they do, because you treat them with about the same respect as a group of ants trying to invade in on your picnic? If you expect and react in the manner that the group of teenagers is going to mug you and steal all of your goods, then you’re helping them turn into the thugs they become to be.  This could very well be the case. The way you treat people, even the “nobodies”, does have an impact on every single person.

Respect; if you treat everyone with the same amount of respect you would want (or think you deserve), would the world not be a better place? Love is respect, respect is love.

People are people. Color is color. People are not the color of their skin. We were all created by the same God, we were all created with a heart, we all have a story, we all have scars, we all need to love and be loved.

This just went everywhere.

Whether you believe it to be true or not, God created man. And not only that, but God created man to love. Due to our sinful nature, it is hard for man to love. You don’t think that’s true, that it’s hard for us to love? Take a look at the world around you. “Hate is a strong word”, they say, but they live in hate daily. People hate food, hating the weather, hating music, hating a certain celebrity, hating life, hating situations, hating people. Hate has consumed the world and all that is in it.

Hate may be a strong word, but love shouldn’t be. People keep saying that they want change. They want a better life; they want the world and their life to be different – better. But that cannot happen without love. If you want your life to be better, you must first learn how to love, and love with all your might. You have to not only love other people, but love yourself, too. Teach other people how to love by the way you love.

But, what is love, exactly? How can you love other people? How can you love yourself? Love is doing something for someone what you would want done for you. Love is free. Grace – getting something you don’t deserve. If someone is being the worst kind of person you could ever imagine, treating you like you mean absolutely nothing, and making you feel terrible every day, what should you do to them if you had the chance? If that person lost everything, their job, their house, their family, what would you do? Nothing, laugh, or help them? Don’t answer just what you think I’d want to hear. Answer in complete honesty. Now, imagine you lost everything; what would you want someone to do for you?  Is the answer to that question the same as the answer to the first?

Random acts of kindness, all of the time, to people you know, strangers, family, people you can’t stand, people who disrespect you. Common courtesy is something that has been forgotten by the people of the world. Common courtesy being; holding the door open for people, letting people in line ahead of you, smiling at someone as you walk by them, cleaning up a mess that you see, etc. Common courtesy isn’t the only thing forgotten by the human race; common knowledge has also been forgotten. And on top of that, patience isn’t even practiced anymore.  Now we have high-speed internet, fast-food restaurants, super fast cars, internet on your mobile device. The world is creating things to make it easier for you to get what you want right now. Patience and hard work are two things slowly disappearing from our world. With the high-speed internet and the super fast fast-food restaurants, it’s making people think that they can get anything they want really fast. What happened to hard work and patience?

Well, now I’m just ranting.

I do whole heartily believe that what the world needs most is love. Everybody just needs to learn to love. Love others, love self. The more you eat healthy foods, the less you crave unhealthy foods – the more you love, the less you hate. It makes sense, doesn’t it?

“Love is patient, love is kind, it does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered; it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices in truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres. Love never fails.”

First, learn to love yourself; love who you are, and decide you can do yourself a whole lot better.  Feed your body the nutrients it needs; put down the cheeseburger, and pick up the salad. Feed your mind the good it needs; at least for a few days, turn off the TV and the computer, and read a good book.  Feed your heart; love, and be loved.

Write. Write in a journal, write letters to people. Put down your cell phone, and sit down and write anything and everything. Everyone loves getting mail, I know I do. Make someone smile by sending them a letter. They won’t expect it, and it may very well make their day.

Love others more than you love yourself, but love yourself more than you love material things. Your computer or phone or TV may die, but you can just buy a new one. But honey, when you die, that’s it. You can’t buy yourself another life. That’s it. Treat yourself right, and treat everyone else better.

“I will do my best to be honest and fair, friendly and helpful, considerate and caring, courageous and strong, and responsible for what I say and do. And to respect myself and others, respect authority, use resources wisely, make the world a better place, and be a sister to every Girl Scout.”  Now, if everyone lived their life by The Girl Scout Law, the world would be amazing.

That’s another thing; people have lost the ability to be considerate. Because all they are concerned about are themselves. Today I saw a group of buggies, in the Wal-Mart parking lot, two feet beside the cart thing. All they had to do was walk a few steps to put the buggy away, and out of the way of the cars. But instead, they leave their buggy in the middle of the parking lot, so many people are unable to get in a parking spot. Lazy and inconsiderate. Also today, in a bathroom at a restaurant, I noticed a pile of used paper towels on the floor right beside the trash can. Instead of taking the one second it takes to open the lid and dropping the paper towel in the trash can, they decide, rather, to just throw the paper towel down on the floor.  Oh how it frustrates me.

Love, patience, consideration, common courtesy, common knowledge.

Wake up, people! This isn’t Subway, you can’t demand what you want, exactly how you want it, and expect to get it without doing any of the work yourself.

Grace - getting what you don't deserve.
Mercy - not getting what you do deserve.


I'll have more to rant about later.