There once was a lady who lived in a shoe...

Ehem.
I just decided to update this little blog of mine mainly because I want to pretend I have a life outside of talking to Mari, haha. Yeah right! :)
What is there to say? Well, next month on the 21st, I get to visit Amariah! I am flying into Denver and Mari is picking me up from the Denver airport, along with some friends, and we will go to Nebraska. We're going to buy pretty fancy dresses and go out to dinner mainly because nobody takes us out to dinner, and we never get to dress up! Boo! Dot dada!

My day :)

I haven't written in awhile... Mainly because I can't seem to log into my blog from the computer at home (I'm at the library).

Anyways! I went to Hebrew today and afterwards my teacher and I went to the Holocaust museum. I had been wanting to go for quite awhile, and who better to go for a tour with then a Jewish person right? :)

It was so ... I just can't seem to find words to describe it. It just makes you sick to your stomach thinking of how many people can disregard human life that way. I saw skinny, nude bodies being thrown into the backs of trucks, being scooped up into piles of dirt as if it was manure. It was just utterly disgusting. How can we be so apathetic in this world? How can we murder innocent people, children, and the unborn babies. This is beyond me.

Awhile back I was at the dentist and while getting a cleaning, got into a discussion with the dentist over me studying Hebrew.. which turned into the "reason" he thought for the hatred of the Jews. He plainly put that it was over money. Money? i thought about that for awhile. He said the cause was greed. hm. I realize that money was just a symptom to the problems in the world. The real problem is the heart.

Who deems ones life worthy, and another not? How can man be so cruel? There was a Holocaust surviver that spoke afterwards. He spoke of the brutal beatings that they got, how their names were taken away from them because they were no longer considered a human being, the lack of food, or sometimes the people would be "generous" and give them more food that happened to be very salty, and not give them any water to drink. There were "train" things you can stand in resembling the ones they would have traveled in. This man in particular, had the choice to go with his father, or his mother and the children. He chose his father (along with his younger brother), which ended up being the best choice, because his mother and sisters/children were killed in the gas chamber.

I just wanted to share this with you all. Really pray for those lost out there, it isn't just Hitler that was evil. Babies are being aborted on a daily basis because they are deemed worthless, as well as the handicapped...in our very nation we live in! But to have a memorial/museum acknowledging the innocent lives lost in that manner would be simply absurd here..

For now,

Kayla

Uplifted. :]

You wanted a post, so you will get about 40 different thoughts bunched into one post. As if this brain of mine is pouring out what it is thinking of.

1st thought, God has taught my heart to persevere even when I feel like giving up. Honestly, I am the sort of person who starts things, and doesn't pursue it enough to finish it. I would love to change that about me. I want to pursue something with my whole heart; what good would it be if I only gave something half of my heart? I don't think there is a point to it.
2Nd thought I've felt God move me toward sharing His Son's love for certain people, and I'd try so hard but I have been shown that God only wanted me to be the seed dropper, and allow Him to do the work. I have learned that becoming emotionally attached to those "projects" is not healthy, because you lose sight of what God is trying to do because you're trying to take over the "project" yourself. I have stepped away from this "project" and am waiting to see the Lord work to build it and make it into something beautiful. I'll tell you, the letting go is probably the hardest thing to do. But it is a sense of peace I get after doing what God tells me to, that is indescribable and one of the best feelings in the world.
3rd thought, I'm slowly able to get to know our relatives through our family tree. It's pretty cool getting to know cousins you had no idea you had, or have not talked to in quite awhile.
4th I have pretty much learned the song "Give us clean hands", so I can play it on Sunday. It's coming along. P e r s e v e r a n c e
"For you have need of endurance, so that when you have done the will of God, you may receive what was promised."Hebrews 10:36 NASB

"Humiliated, bruised and scarred, hung on a tree just to show us His love." random lyrics I made up on the guitar :]
Love always,
K

Lover.

God's love is so much more than what is written on the pages of scripture. It is in the very breath I take; I cannot take a breath without God giving in to me. We lose sight of what love actually is because we as humans distort the true meaning by our actions. Love isn't an emotional fix we get when we look someone in the eyes, nor is it the feeling we get when we can't wait to see them. Love is when you're so devoted to one. God devotes Himself to us through His actions. It is so much to comprehend. It's something that has been on my mind lately.

God describes in the Bible what that love is, and it is always described as an action one does, not a mooshie feeling we get when we set our eyes on someone. We've fell so far from the true meaning of love, and have forgotten what God describes as "love". For instance, "God so loved the world that He gave His only Son.." He "gave" His Son as a sacrifice. God showed His love through His actions.
I'll add the scriptures for "love" tomorrow.
Love always-K

What have I become?

ie. I'll add my own guitar photo, until then this is a random one.


I only write when I know I can make sense of something. So here we are friends. As you all know i'm studying Hebrew, and enjoy every minute of it. I'm moving along with it and I'm getting excited as I'm slowly but surely able to converse with my Israeli friends. God placed this language in my heart to learn and I think that is why I'm learning quickly, and enjoying it so much.





On the other hand, another thing every one of you know I absolutely love is.. music. REAL music, not mainstream stuff that is on the radio that everyones humming. Some really cool songs I'll recommend sometime. With all that said, I'm learning the guitar. I want to play worship music really bad. I'm teaching myself, and attempting to practice daily. I'm just learning chords, I can't read music, but hey this is better than not attempting at all.. in my opinion. I want everything I do to give glory to God. I've talked about seeking God and now i'm falling into this chapter of my life where I feel like I need to move on to not only seeking but attempting to give things He's given me talent for, a big whirl. I continue to seek after God's heart daily, some days more than others, but I'm doing it nonetheless and never will stop until I have no more breathe left. I think that is why I'm so intrigued by music; its like you have these messages stuck in your head and they just flow at the right moments for you to remember.. I love encouraging music.





Well here is my post. Here is what is laid on this heart. It's pretty simple, yet it all seems to be making sense.


Make heart goes out to the needy and those who are lost. :)


Love always.

Subliminal Messages...

I have doing a little shopping with the siblings for Christmas, and notice so many things have subliminal messages. They are those t-shirts that girls and guys wear with double meanings and the meaning could be taken really inappropriately. It's so immature to me.

Then on the other hand, you have even shampoos and conditioners giving out messages such as this photograph I took with my phone while at the store shopping. I snapped the photo and sent it to my Mom and a close friend of mine, because we had talked about this the other day.

When I was young, (this is a true story, alot of people will get laughs out of it, I know lol), but I bought a shirt that said "Brunettes have more fun!", not even considering that the message could be taken in a sexual way! So seeing a conditioner bottle with this negitive message made me really mad.  Notice the ". . . Daiquiri" It was just added for saving themselves. Sending a message out that being a virgin is a boring deal (You and I both know that was the intent of the whole deal on the bottle too!) isn't funny to me.

Let me know your thoughts. :)

meet Shekim.

Note: this post is completely to be taken lightheartedly and not serious at all.
Inspired by, Shekim. Updated with a photograph.

Shekim is a dear Hebrew man. He started out as a friend from afar; I saw him picking fig leaves. I walked near, to say hello, only to find out he could not speak any English. He only spoke Hebrew. I asked myself "what am I to do? This young Shekim (in his stunning stature) cannot even converse with a fellow [future] friend!
So I looked in the phone book for a translator.. just someone, anyone, who can tell me what Shekim was trying to converse to me. No luck, at all. I found a dear woman who was from Israel (true story), and explained my situation and how I just needed to learn to speak Hebrew so I could talk to poor, fig picking Shekim.

She taught me all there is to know, so weeks passed and I went out again and through the lattace who did I see? Dear Shekim, in his finest. I ran out to greet him, I yelled "SHALOM!" I caught a glimpse of him smiling. He was so excited just to find someone is this place we call AMERICA, who could speak to him in his natural tongue.

Shekim and I became very well friends. I wash his laundry with stones everyday for him, whilest he picks me figs and comes through the lattace, to my home; where we sit and reminice of on the times when we couldn't understand eachother. I make Shekim and I pies with our figs and we save the leaves for extra clothing patches for when he works entirely too hard out in the fields picking fig leaves. I hope to post a photograph of my dear dear Shekim (Hebrew man) some day. He is very shy when peoples want to take photographs of him. I will see what I can do.

I must go and finish washing his clothes in the stones, it is the "all-purpose" stone I am using... I use it to grind wheat with as well.

Until then! ~Shekims friend.