...that I'm not ready.

Well, well, well. Here I am, with one week of 8th grade left. I have finals this week, my team Olympics, I have to fly an airplane that I built, and there are a ton of open houses to attend for all of the graduates my family knows. Busy, busy times. So it was quite enlightening to hit Dairy Queen last night.

While inside of the fabulous establishment, we ordered. My mother, not knowing the event that was about to unfold, started to pay. While in the middle of a bite of my delicious Rasberry Truffle blizzard, we recieved our total:

$6.66.

Creepy, huh?

With all of the madness about the world ending, this was not very refreshing. Combined with this and the fact that the river that runs through my city is at a terrifying height, my blizzard was much less enjoyable.

But all of this gets me thinking...

...yes, folks, it's time for another one of Julie's apocalyptic blogs!

Hey- don't blame me for being obsessed with Revalation. Not my fault it's fascinating.

But seriously. It's time for more of my thoughts on Doomsday.

I'm seriously peeved about that guy who keeps telling the world that we're all going to die. He's basically just saying, "Hey, I'm smarter than God, because I figured Him out! I know when He's coming back for His true believers. Hey, let's go freak out humanity and spread news of their death!"

I feel quite strongly about this, in case you haven't figured out. It really pushes my buttons. Let me tell you why.

“However, no one knows the day or hour when these things will happen, not even the angels in heaven or the Son himself. Only the Father knows." -Mark 13:32

TAKE THAT!!!! HA!!!!

God won't let us know exactly when He's going to come back, because we don't have him figured out. We don't know His ways or the infinite purposes that He'll come for when He does. And to be honest, we are tiny little specks compared to the glory of God. We shouldn't know when He's coming back. I don't want to be expecting it, because that ruins some of the divine reason that He came back in the first place. I will not be ready for Him to take me hime until it's in His plan for me to go home. And I will not be satisfied with some human prediction of my Lord's intentions. I want the real deal. Maybe that's selfish, but I just want to see Him face to face on His terms, not someone else's. And I have a lot left to do in this life that He still wants me to accomplish. I can't be done now- I'm not even out of middle school yet. (Well, one more week, technically. I'll still be at a middle school, but it all counts towars high school, so...)

God's still got plans for us here on Earth, and He's not done with us yet.

So get out there, and don't worry about when He's coming back. You'll be ready.

...that camoflauge is a sign of weakness.

Well, I haven't blogged in a while, have I?

Sorry. It's been a busy couple of weeks. My godfather got baptized last week, so we went out to see him. I apologize.

Anyways, lately I have had a game on my mind. The game is not a game you should play around valuable objects, with small children, or in small, compressed areas.

I have been thinking about paintball.

Ever since our youth group played, I have been quite into the game. It may have been the most interesting experience I have ever been a part of. I was the only female playing, and I actually did get a couple of guys out. By the end of the game, I had built myself a shelter and was waiting excitedly for my next chance to shoot. That's when my mom came. But the only problem I encountered was this: While the experienced guys were all wearing camoflauge, I was dressed in a bright green sweatshirt. Not my finest moment. But as I discovered, if you want to be very actively...involved with the game, it's not such a bad thing to be wearing a neon color.

Now, you ask, how does this relate to the Christian values I blog about?

I answer.......

Well, before anyone comtinues, I will say this: I DO NOT THINK YOU ARE WEAK FOR WEARING CANOFLAUGE!!!!!! THAT'S NOT WHAT I AM TRYING TO SAY!!! IT'S A METAPHOR!!!!

Sorry.

In a spiritual game of paintball, the teams are us (the Christians) against them (the ones who will try to bring us down. In other words, the world.) The teams are VERY uneven. And right now, it might look like we're losing. But raise you hand if you want to be wearing neon green, fighting on the front lines, ready to risk your ability to fight for Jesus here on Earth because you love Him so much.

I know I want to be.

Trust me, the game will leave scars; bruises; pain. But in the end, it's all worth it.

Until next time....