Spontaneity

I have realized that I am a very spontaneous person. And that I have very spontaneous friends. Most Friday and/or Saturday we will meet at the Baskin Robins parking lot (don't ask why) and then drive around until we figure out what we are going to do. Well, Sunday afternoon, my friend and I decided we were in an artsy mood, so we went to a park and splatter painted. And it was awesome. The outcome of our activity is now sitting proudly in my room, and it looks quite nice if I do say so myself.

Writer's block...

I miss Ethiopia. Very much. I miss that adorable little girl in the orphanage with the big eyes and the hat on. I miss Lalibela and the villages surrounding it. I miss "Happy," our tour guide in Lalibela. I miss how nice and grateful the people were. I want to go back!!! Hopefully I will someday. My plan is to travel all over the world eventually. I want to be a missionary so maybe that dream will come true.

I feel like a hypocrite sometimes. Actually, I feel like a hypocrite a bunch. Like when I start complaining about what I "need" (really just what I want). Or when I sing praise songs about loving God and living for Him, but then continue to live a complacent life. I need to do something. How can I really love God without caring for others and giving everything up for Him? We say we love God, but we don't care for our hurting brothers and sisters in Christ. We try desperately to look like good Christians for other people without getting our hands dirty. Well, I don't want to be like that anymore. I want to experience this true love and life that Jesus lived out over two thousand years ago. But then again, I'll probably get off of here and not do anything about it. My friend said something like this once: "I talk good. I'm a good talker (haha). Not really, but you know what I mean. I know what to say, but words mean nothing if you don't live them out." I can't remember her exact words, but it was something to that effect. Well, I'm trying to actually live out my words. I won't be perfect, and I will probably fail at doing so, but hey, I'm 15 years old, at a private "Christian" school that makes me feel segregated from the rest of the world, and I'm only one person. I won't know what to do most of the time and I will get frustrated and maybe even complacent, but I am trying to live the kind of life that Christ would be proud of. I am trying to make a difference.

Now I just have to figure out how to start.