On Tuesday I will...

On Tuesday I will be recognized by the state of California as an adult. 
On Tuesday I will be able to vote. 
On Tuesday I will be able to go to the club. 
On Tuesday I will still be too young to drink. 
On Tuesday I will not be dramatically taller, or suddenly smarter. 
On Tuesday I will be 18 years old. And I cannot wait! :D

I look on with optimism and not with a view clouded by responsibility. I do not assume that things will be too different, although I may be able to do more things. I do assume that there will be responsibility and do not fear it completely. Looking upon Tuesday from a distance, I laugh. On that day I will officially be an adult, though I have always longed to be 18, recently I have found the pleasure in where I am right now. Remembering back on when I was 13 years old, being 17 sounded so sweet. Maturity at last! People won't look down on me for being young! Every year after that I thought the same thing: if only I were older. But now I am 17 going on 18, and I know that there will always be someone who will think I am young. 

I have to wonder how old do people think that I am? All the people who I meet at college, I always question whether or not they have any clue how young I am. Especially the guys who try flirting with me! I have to know how old they think I am. I find it all quite comical! If I told them, "Go away. I am only 17." How would they respond? With repulsive looks, laughing in an uncaring manner, shrugging it off and try to carry on a normal conversation?  

I like my age. 

<3

Look up.

Honestly, lately I have gotten rather hyper-focused. I get self absorbed and forget to make time for God. After overcoming a mountain, I got distracted and took a nap under a tree. But then I started to set up camp, forgetting about the great promises and bountiful lands that are ahead of me still. I get content with my current situation, instead of eagerly seeking growth. I get lazy. But it's in the middle of those times of laziness that I look up and see that mountain that I crossed and think, God got me over that. Not me. Why should I be content with the mediocre? I forget how much God loves me. He does not want me to just sit on the side lines. The race is not over! 

It breaks my heart to think that the enemy has drawn my attention away from a big calling in my life. Prayer. It is my number one ally and I let it sit on the shelf for too long. When I am afraid about something, should I fret over it until I am blue or look up to the God who created every molecule in the whole universe. He puts things in front of you to learn from them and to trust him. You may ask God to take you out of the situation, but remember what Psalm 136:3 says, "You chart the path ahead of me and tell me where to stop and rest. Every moment you know where I am." God did look down on me thinking, how did she get to Nicaragua? He knew. And He is also listening. Do not forget to lift your gaze every so often just to give thanks or to ask for help.You can make a difference through prayer.

"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. " Philippians 4:6-7 NIV

"Humble yourselves, therefore, under God's mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. " 1 Peter 5:6-7 NIV

"Cast thy burden upon the LORD, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved." Psalm 55:22 KJV

My world needs a good shake up, who's with me?

Welcome to the planet. Welcome to existence.

What is it about music that tugs at my heart strings? Listening to one note from a cello, let alone a whole composition! Not much can compare to pure instrumentals. I am not sure why, but for some reason it just resonates with me. The Vitamin String Quartet is incredible. Having stumbled across one song on Pandora.com, I fell in love. Hearing some of my favorite songs done by them only awakes a deeper love and only adding to their beauty. I can just keep listening over and over. My feet are dying to dance, my whole being, moved by beauty. Do you have any songs that tug on your heart?

Iris - Goo Goo Dolls (Cover by Vitamin String Quartet)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3po_jKauWjE

Yellow - Coldplay (Cover by Vitamin String Quartet)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQpe0Iw6XiM

Eleven years down. Many more to go!

What is the difference between a hobo and boho? Style. 

As I was sitting at my dinning room table early on Tuesday putting my supplies together for class. When my little brother came into the room upon reading over my project that was due today. He stated, "Uhh... Jaimie. You do realize that says, 'Bo-ho', right?" 

"Well, yes David, I did."

"Oh... I thought you meant hobo!"

"No, I meant like bohemian." :D 

I think he is so cute! I do suppose that when talking about a vest made entirely out of faux feathers one might be talking about hobos? Some of the things in fashion sure do seem like they'd be worn by a homeless person!

Does crashing your bike twice in the same spot mean anything?

Sunday, my little brother crashed his bike. Twisting his ankle (after only a few days earlier hurting the other), scraping up his knee and hand. He limped into the kitchen and announced along the lines of, "Mom! I think I need to go to the doctor to see if I am accident prone!" 

"Really? I didn't know they ran tests for that."

... It means someone needs to take his turns slower!