Secrets

"Secrets don't make friends!" This is a very well known phrase among young childeren. It is usually spoken by the third party, the kid who didn't get to hear the secret. This kid is jealous, so said kid finds a way to release the jealousy. This really got me thinking. Secrets do make friends. You have to be able to trust your friends 100% when you tell them a secret. The good friends will keep the secret. The ok-ish friend will tell a couple people, and the bad friend will tell a lot of people and add on to it. What if we couldn't trust anyone with our secrets? How would our lives be different?

Recently one of my very good friends told me a very deep secret. To be honest, I had never expected him to tell me anything like this. He is a great friend, and I really look up to him, but he kept his thoughts to himself. When he told me this secret, I was shocked. He was worried that it would change our friendship, but I was caught up wondering what it took for him to be so open with me.

Honesty is a very good character trait to have. Nothing bothers me more than when people are dishonest with me. When everyone tells lies or half-truths, it just makes everything  a big mess. Things also get into a big mess when people keep certain things to themselves. Lesson here... BE HONEST! It will eventually help you in the long run.

Starting and Ending in the Same Place

The past couple of days have brought many challenges, emotions, and hard work. It is not easy to move a family of six all the way across the state. The night before we moved we were graced with the presence of five of my wonderful friends! They helped us move the last of our stuff in to the trailer. The next morning, Thursday, we packed up what was left of our stuff (mainly outside farm equipment). Mom and Dad signed the closing papers for our house that morning, and then we left Ogallala around noon. Before we left town, Dad had to stop at the Fire Station to get some of his possessions that he had not taken with him when "the position of a paid Fire Chief was eliminated". As we approached the Fire Station with our trucks and trailers, I noticed one peculiar person in the parking lot, it was the man that had practically caused my Dad to get "laid off". In my head I was thinking about how much I wanted to beat up this guy (I totally could have beat the crap out of him). My heart/conscience was telling me that this man deserves forgivness. All four of us kids, teary eyed, and all dirty from packing farm equipment, starred that man down. He didn't even had the courage to look us in the eye. He knew what he had done.

After Dad collected all of his stuff, we headed out. It was then that I realized that our "Ogallala Adventure" had started and ended in the same place. The Fire Station. Upon hearing the wonderful new that Dad was offered the job as Fire Cheif, we all eagerly anticipated the day when we would be able to see Ogallala. When we visited Ogallala, the first thing Dad showed us was the Fire Station. We helped him move into his new office, and he showed us all of the trucks and such. It was a very happy time for our family; Dad was excited for his new job and we were happy for Dad. Our trip also ended at the Fire Station. This makes me wonder if that was something God did to prove a point. Was there a reason that it happened like that? Or was it just a silly conincidence?

That also got me thinking about this whole "Ogallala Adventure". What was the purpose of it? Why did we drop everything to move way out there just to move back in a year and a half? Everyone always says "God has a plan". I agree, but I wonder how this little adventure ties in with God's plan for me/my family. All I can do is hope that someday all will be revealed. God works in wonderful ways, and who am I to question his power? My hope is that all of you reading this will have faith that God knows what he is doing. He has done some amazing things in my life, and He continues to amaze me with his magnificance everyday.

...Amen?...
(Sorry this got kind of sermon-ish)

Rock Bottom

I can't sleep. (Which is why this is being posted so late.)  This has been a very rough weekend for me. My room is almost completely cleared out, as is the rest of my house. I think the shock is really starting to hit me... I am legitly moving in like four days. It is crazy.

Yesterday I completely hit rock bottom, and had a melt down. My family had been annoying me all day. Everyone was in an extremely terrible mood, and everyone was pissing each other off by doing the most simple things. I was finishing up packing one of the last boxes from my room when my mom came in and told me it was time for bed, as if I didn't know.... it was freaking midnight! She was telling my sister (who has the top bunk) something about another box. I had already been crying before that, but it was then that I seriously collapsed on the floor and just cried. And cried. And cried. I kept crying. My dad walked in my room and asked me, "What's your problem?" I responded with a spiteful, "Nothing, go away!" I have never talked to my dad like this before, I didn't even realize what I had done. I went to bed. After an hour of crying, I finally fell asleep.

That was one of the hardest days of this entire situation. Today was almost as bad, but I was happy to escape from it for a little while, and enjoy a picnic with some pretty up-lifting people. It was joyous.

Boxes!

Ahhh! They are everywhere! Boxes are taking over my house! Obviously, moving boxes and totes! Today I finished packing up my room, and it left some sort of emptiness inside of me. Another move, another new room. I really just want to stay here. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love the farm house we are going to be moving into, but it just won't be the same.

There is always some sort of happiness in everything, including moving. This happiness that I am talking about is the small things that make you stop and think and then laugh about. Today as I was unloading the dishwasher, I was going about my usual routine of taking all of the sharp knives out of the silverware holder and putting them away first. I went to open our knife drawer, and it was empty! My mom had started packing up the kitchen. For some reason this made me laugh uncontrollably. Maybe I'm going crazy, but these simple moments of happiness are getting my through this long and dreadful process of moving.

Science class... and a little emotion?

My science class is relatively easy, as of right now, we are 15 minutes into class, and I already have my work done. This happens quite often. Recently when I have finished my work in this class, I have been writing letters to give to people who matter to me. I plan to give these letters out before I move.

As I was writing a letter today, it hit me. I am moving in a week... INSANE! I really don't want to move. Writing these letters made me realized how much my friends matter to me. I have some really amazing friends. I am reminded of all of the awesome times we had, and of all the fond memories. I have only spent the past year and a half with these people, but for some reason I feel like I have known them my whole life. These people are very important to me. We have our good and bad days, days where we are constantly laughing and enjoying each other's company, and then days where they think I am just the scum of the world because I am so annoying. I have come to realize that wether the days be good or bad, these friends always have my back. They are always there for me.

Blessings

We all grumble and complain, we all feel sorry for ourselves, and we all think that our lives could not get any worse. As my family and I get ready to move in a week and a half, I find myself grumbling a lot. I complain that a new school will mess with my plans for college, I complain about leaving my wonderful friends, and I grumble about packing up my stuff. When, in all reality, my life isn't that bad. I have a beautiful house, wonderful friends, and an amazing family. To some people, I am living the dream. I feel horrible when I complain to my parents, they are honestly trying their best. This is a tough situation to go through. I need to rely fully on God to help me get through this. One of my favorite quotes is:

If God brought you to it, He can bring you through it.

Living in a house for only a year and a half, and then moving right away is kind of a sketchy situation, but I need to learn to deal with it. There is nothing I can do to stop this move from happening, but there is something I can do: make the best out of it. And that is what I plan to do.
So my challenge to you is to be grateful for what you have, and do not complain. There is always someone who has it harder than you. Be considerate of others and be helpful.

This blog was more of a challenge then a want. A couple of my friends have blogs on here, and they have been bothering me about making one for a long time, so I decided to do it. I am not really sure how this whole blog thing works, but I will try to figure it out. Here is a little bit about me....

I am currently a freshman in high school and I LOVE to write! I was never a fan of writing until this year when my awesome English 9 teacher got me so hooked on it! Everyday in class we journal for the first 5-8 minutes, this really got me thinking about how much I enjoy writing, it is a way to escape, a way to vent, and a way to let my imagination run wild and free. Ever since the beginning of freshman year, I have been filling up various notebooks with my writing I write about everything, it's almost as if it flows out of me. To whoever is reading this, I hope you enjoy my writing!