Thursday, December 29, 2016

Peculiar on Purpose: The 10 Most Popular Blog Posts of 2016

Popularity is seriously over-rated. Peculiarity is where it's at.

Nevertheless, I thought this was a fitting post to put out there, heading into a new year. :)

My ten most popular posts from 2016. (Stats taken from post clicks/reads via Blogger analytics.)

See a title you missed? Been meaning to come back and re-read your favorite? Read the posts again by clicking the titles in bold (they double as links!).

10. One Last Missions Trip Post + Pictures

I really love this one! I posted chronological posts from my trip to Burma/Thailand, but this is just a plethora of extra pictures I just love and wanted to share. And stories to accompany the pictures. It's just beautiful, and it makes my heart happy.

9. Ten Qualities of a Great Friend

This post was more challenging to write than you might imagine. I definitely don't measure up to all of these ten things we should be striving for within our friendships, and God worked through this post to grow my spirit, too!

Monday, December 26, 2016

My 2017 To-Read List

Ach! Happy Boxing Day, Canadian friends! Please excuse me for being possibly the least festive blogger ever. I truly feel terribly about my recent absence from blogging, especially because I had multiple Christmas-themed posts I wanted to get out! Guess I'll just have to move onto New Year's posts. Oh well.

In 2016, my GoodReads reading goal was 40 books, but I only got through 33. I don't feel badly about that, though; I read so many great books! But moving into 2017, here are just 20 titles that I really should must read. Books I've been putting off. Books everybody and their cousin have recommended to me. Books I need to read to prepare for my GRE in Literature exam.

Let me know which you've already read and your thoughts, if you see something familiar, please!

[Caution: I neither have read, nor can wholly recommend anything on this list. If you would like to leave me a note via my Contact page concerning a certain book, I can let you know my thoughts on it after I read it.]

1. The Grapes of Wrath

Steinbeck. For GRE Literature Prep. Also, I've been wanting to read it, and they're showing a play of it in April here, so maybe if I like the book, I could go to the play...?

2. Catch .22

Heller. It's safe to say I know noting about this book, save only that it's important I read it before trying the GRE Lit. exam.

3. David Copperfield

Dickens. Ever since I was in sixth grade and had to write a report on 'Oliver Twist' and detested it, I thought I just didn't like Charles Dickens. But last month I read 'Great Expectations' as a part of the GRE Lit. Prep reading list (full GoodReads review coming soon), loved it, and  am really looking forward to reading more Dickens, now!

Monday, December 12, 2016

It's Been a Long Day

Yawning. That's what I'm currently up to. Also, now that my six little responsibilities, er, I mean, siblings, are in bed, all I really want to do is crack open my Charles Dickens and lose myself in a fictitious English fantasy. Or else, go brew a late night coffee with the Keurig. Coffee sounds good when I'm freezing. I'm freezing right now.

But it's Monday.

What can I post?

I'm just really thankful to have actually lived through this day; posting on the blog has been kind of entirely unimportant to me today.

For one thing, a certain un-named little sister locked us all out of the house. So much for a quick game of tag.

Monday, December 5, 2016

The Most Powerful Prayer a Believer Can Pray

David Gibbs is one of my top three favorite preachers ever. We've listened to most of the YouTube videos featuring his sermons, and I've yet to hear a less-than-excellent one. He's even better in person, though, so if you ever get the chance to go somewhere where he'll be speaking, I would very highly recommend it.

One new sermon I heard from him a few weeks ago was on the "Most Powerful Prayer" a Believer can pray*. (So, it's the second most powerful prayer for anyone.)

It kind of blew my mind that I had never heard of this before.

The most powerful prayer I can pray?! Why isn't this highlighted in more sermons?!

Friday, December 2, 2016

Personal Devotional 12.02.16

Good morning, world!

It is indeed rare I type, edit, and publish a post all in the same morning, but God answered one of my prayers this morning, and I just had to share with you all how He used His own Word- the verses I have already memorized/hidden in my heart, actually- to unravel my problems into a simple path of trusting a obeying.

God is so good to us!!

First, let me give you vague explanations about what dilemma I was facing in my heart:

1) Continue. Nothing much new. Nothing much harder than it always has been. Actually, pretty easy. It would last indefinitely until I would choose another path. This is basically my life as it sits now.


2) Try something new. All new. All different. Hard. Right now. It could last just a couple months, and then back to option 1; it could change the entire trajectory of my life- I wouldn't know until I was already pretty far down the path.

It's a hard lot! To choose something hard and unfamiliar over the comfortable and controllable.

So my prayer was that God would settle my mind on this matter. Close the wrong doors, open the right doors, and continue leading me along the path of His perfect will. Grow my heart ever closer to His. Use me as a vessel to exalt His name and further His Kingdom.

It's been a matter pressing upon my heart for about a week and a half, now, and this morning, in he foggy stupor of waking and praying, He gave me direction.

Monday, November 21, 2016

Favorites: Fall 2016 + Pictures

Fall has been... good. Adventuresome. A little warmer than I prefer. Happy. Sad. Busy.

Concluding my little mini-series to ring in Thanksgiving, here is a post recapping some of my favorite everythings from Fall 2016. Kind of like I'm giving thanks for them, right?


Persuasion, by Jane Austen
(I actually only gave it three stars on Goodreads. But it was good. I just like Jane Austen, in general. She thinks like I do.)

Sanctuary, by Beverly Lewis
(I've been so long away from Amish fiction. I've hardly done Christian fiction, either, these past couple of years. But this book was so good! I've owned it for a few years, and just read it for the first time in September. I really, really recommend it! Extremely suspenseful.)


'The Power of Prayer' by David Gibbs
I love this sooo much!! "Believing in prayer is not the same as praying"!!

Monday, November 14, 2016

A Purposeful Thanksgiving

Hey, y'all!

So my spirits are a bit elevated this week...

1) The election is over, and I'm pleased with the outcome! Really, I wish Ted Cruz was president-elect. BUT. I am so, so relieved Hillary Clinton is not president-elect. Or Bernie Sanders. Yuck.

2) It finally really feels like fall! I have two blankets on my bed! Christmas movies are in the rotation!

3) I had a big editing job (I work a bit on the side as a freelance editor, which mostly means helping authors with their book manuscripts), and I'm so relieved to have it finished and sent in!

4) I ordered a bunch of yarn from Etsy, and my shipment came in on Thursday, and I'm busy knitting away at scarves. I've already completed two, and am half way through my third.

Anyways. Happy dance over. I've told myself I'm supposed to be writing on Thankfulness this month, so I'm just going to pass along a few more thoughts on that.

Story time!

Monday, November 7, 2016

15 Evidences of a Grateful Heart

A few months ago, our family listened to a sermon from Dr. Charles Stanley called 'Overflowing With Gratitude' (it's available on YouTube, if you're interested). I have a hard time publicly recommending Dr. Stanley because he doesn't hold to the King James Version, and that's something I have some strong convictions about (it's just personal; I'm not judging). However, this specific sermon was really eye-opening, and expository to the evidences (or lack thereof) of my gratitude.

Sometimes I fool myself by thinking I can just feel thankful, and pray "thank you", and I'm a grateful person, but there's this list in his sermon: 15 evidences of a grateful heart that cannot be hid. So if I'm truly grateful, I should be exuberating most/all of these qualities. Ouch.

Here's the list! My mom has it laminated and tacked up on her closet wall, for quick spirit-checking.

15 Evidences of a Grateful Heart:

Monday, October 31, 2016

Cancer Doesn't Pick Favorites

... or, at least, that's what my dad reminds us. Amidst sobs of agony from the little girls.

If the we could just award a person with some kind of 'best human being' award, my grandpa would have won two days after birth.

He's the guy that goes through years of college to become a Chiropractor and then gives away his services like it's a charity.

He's the one that takes all the carts from the Walmart parking lot cart-corrals, and pushes them up to the store, to save the cart-pushers some work.

If you ask him how he is, the answer will be "blessed".

He whistles hymns a lot.

And cries during movies.

And loves The Sound of Music. Or anything Julie Andrews.

Cancer doesn't pick favorites.

But neither do car wrecks.

Monday, October 24, 2016

Peculiar Arts: Thankfulness Journaling + Pictures

We're about one month out from Thanksgiving!...??

Don't ask me how that happened. Pretty sure my wall calendar is still on June.

Nevertheless, I really love this time of the year, and for the next month, you'll probably be seeing more gratefulness/thankfulness/appreciation-promoting posts. Half because it's almost Thanksgiving; half because I need to preach to myself on the topic, anyways. Isn't it just way too easy to attribute the good things in life to yourself, and forget from Whom comes every good and perfect gift? (See James 1:17)

Back in February, I read One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp. (You might remember me mentioning it in the Book Tag Post I posted back in August.) That book really fixed my perspective on some things. It's the little things that make life. The little choices. The little moments. The little gifts and blessings. I need to be more aware of this, and more purposeful in how I treat and react to those little things.

Even though the book was written by a mom, and it's probably more "geared towards" a mom audience, I took the challenge. I started a thankfulness journal. The journal I just happened to use has exactly 25 lines on every page, so that makes it easy to keep track of numbering.

The initial idea was that I wanted to get a full thousand (like, you know, one thousand gifts) by the New Year, but it's the end of October and I only have about 350. So it's probably not going to happen. Maybe next year. :)

It's not that I don't have one thousand things to be thankful for, as much as I forget 95% of them when I actually sit down to write in the journal. Haha! Truly, though, it's a work in progress, and I enjoy the challenge of thinking up more blessings to record down. This whole thing has also spilled over onto my Pinterest boards (of course), and I now have an entire board called 'Life is Beautiful', which is basically just pictures and beautiful things to remember not to take for granted. (If you're interested in that, you can view that board here.)

I'm including this post in my on-going (and very spread-out) series on 'Peculiar Arts', because it's something not enough people out there are doing, or even realize they should be doing. And it's an art; recognizing beauty where others see nothing is certainly an art.

You should try it.

Start with 10. Just ten things you find beauty and blessing in.

Then 100.

Next thing you know, your list might just start looking like mine...

#7 - Black and White Pictures

Monday, October 10, 2016

One Last Missions Trip Post + Pictures

Google Drive is awesome.

Everybody shared their pictures with me on there.

It's like the ultimate concentrated nostalgia.

The only reason I'm putting these out in a post is because I love blog posts about missions work (and/or missions trips). The pictures are my favorite part. And forget posing. I want to see every single picture. I want to see the culture. The love. The fun.

This is for anybody out there who might feel the same way.

Extra missions trip pictures. <3

(Warning: these are not arranged in any kind of order.)

At the Jubilee, your registration fee (about $1.50 US) paid for three meals a day up at the church. Dinner was never on time, but nobody minded. The fellowship was the best. 

A church service during Jubilee. Note how the entire structure is made out of bamboo.

We met a little family that lives on some rice paddies down in a valley between the mountains. We left some food, money, and the Gospel message. 

Another church service picture. The white building to the right is the actual church in Bang Lim (the village), but it's way too small to hold the 1,800 (approx) Jubilee attendees, so they built the bamboo one. Even though the white church is technically a building, don't let it fool you- everything is open-air in Bang Lim.

Monday, October 3, 2016

When Trying Isn't Good Enough

     "I'm trying..." My voice breaks. I pull the phone from my ear to wipe the tears off of it. Lying on my bed talking to my mom over the phone is the first time I've actually cried.

     "I know you are," she consoles, about the best a mom can over the phone.

     My grandpa has had cancer for a week at this point. Well, no. He's had cancer for a good long while, telling by how much it has "eaten him up". But nobody knew. Until exactly one week ago.

     And I cry.

     For my grandpa.

     For under-appreciated years.

     For my mom. Who has been away from her family more in the last week than she ever has since my birth.

     For myself. Who is not quite ready to take over being mom and teacher and household manager to my six younger siblings. But is trying her hardest. For her mom. For her grandpa.

     Be strong. You know how the house works, I continuously remind myself throughout the days of diaper-changing and piano-teaching and meal-cooking and dog-wrangling and school-administrating. Sure, I've been preparing to run a home for my entire life, more or less. But I still can't do it as well as my mom.

     And I cry for that, too.

Monday, September 26, 2016

10 Qualities of a Great Friend

Friends are good.

I've had a few of them over the years.

Friends for a season: they've been there for a while, and then not. For a season of life, for an actual season. We lost touch when my family and I moved away. We grew up and took different paths, and held different priorities.

Friends for a reason: to teach, to help. To teach me about my own priorities. Probably the hard way. Or else to pray with me through said hard way.

Friends that stick around. So far, at least. Like leeches. But friendly leeches.

But those guys are awesome. (Girls, I mean.)

And here are 10 identifiable characteristics all of my favorites have in common.

Written here, not for their pride, but for our edification. That we might see where we have room to grow, and work to be better friends, ourselves. For His ultimate glory.

Monday, September 19, 2016

Before I Thought to Pray: A Time of Testimony

This time last year we were moving. Packing up boxes, tying up loose ends, saying our goodbyes... moving.

Oklahoma was kind of an exciting prospect for me; the first move I was relatively excited for in eight years. But it was still sad. Our church. Our neighbors. All those adorable little kids I got to babysit and teach piano to every week. Friends. Kroger cashiers and Taco Bell dive-thru workers.

Starting all over again in a new state.

Collective inhale.

As far as I knew, the new job had more or less fallen into my dad's lap. We hadn't been planning on moving. We weren't looking to move. So maybe the move felt unnecessary. Like why did we, if we didn't have to. Or need to. Et cetera.

That's not the end, though.

About a month after we got up here was when the oil market really started suffering again. The group my dad worked with in his old company was dissolved, and all of his former co-workers were either laid off or demoted to other positions.

But my dad was in Oklahoma. In a blossoming company (one who was actually buying up a lot of the assets of his old, crumbling company). We could afford a bigger house with more land. My dad's commute was cut in half. We got that small-town feel we'd been wanting for. A puppy. And, let's face it, the weather is more desirable. And none of the build boards up here are in Spanish.

I don't have three points to success this week.

I just want to encourage y'all. Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, when God redirects things in confusing ways that just aren't really clicking, trust His bigger plan.

Monday, September 5, 2016

3 More Things I Learned on my Missions Trip

Summer is closing in around us.

Days are getting shorter just as nights are getting cooler, bon fires are popping up on Fridays nights, and the hay field that I look at every day out my bedroom window is producing a rusty hue- looks like fall to me!

I've posted here a handful of times about my missions trip this past spring (you can read my personal favorite post about the trip here), but after months of thinking, and praying God would continue to use my experiences to grow me, I have learned even more.

Monday, August 29, 2016

The Five Weirdest Things I Pray About

The last time I blogged about prayer, I got a pretty good response. So on a different note, here are five strange things I pray about.

Prayer is literally communing. Communing is kind of like... well, conversing. But all the time. Like the best-friend-version of conversing. I commune with my siblings and parents and closest friends. I tell them not only the huge, major issues or triumphs of my life, but also the little trivial "fun facts" of my moment-by-moment life. Weird stories and dreams and ideas. Everything.

That's how it's supposed to be with God, too!

I've been focusing on my prayer life lately. Not only do I want to run to God when I need help and guidance through the darkest storms of life, but I want Him to be apart of every little moment, too!

Here are just five of the "weird" things I pray about.

I'm hoping that this inspires somebody to a deeper relationship with God. While we know "big" things in life definitely happen, life is truly made up of those little insignificants, and I want God to be glorified on both levels.

Monday, August 22, 2016

On Being a Sheep // More Lessons From Big-Sisterhood

I just wanna' be a sheep,
In God's pasture,
Listenen' for the Shepherd call.

I just wanna be a wooly little lamb,
Happy as a clam,
Jesus makes my heart rejoice!

I just wanna be there,
In the Shepherd's care,
Sittin' at the Master's feet.

Not a dog! (Woof woof!)
Not a bird! (Tweet tweet!)
I just wanna be a sheep!!


... so goes the children's VBS music.

And then my brother, a few months ago, I think just before he turned three, was asked what he wanted to be when he grows up. "A sheep!", was the energetic, ever so innocent reply.

So adorable, right?!

But I don't get it.

I don't wanna' be a sheep!

Monday, August 15, 2016

Blogger Book Tag (You're It!)

I keenly remember the first time I fell in love with a book. I was six years old. My parents were having a painting/work day at our at-the-time-new health food store in Petal, Mississippi. I was to sit and entertain my little sister, Kristen, in the back/play room. That didn't happen. That was the day I discovered Nancy Drew Mysteries.

And that was the first day of the rest of my life.

I am passing along this book-lover's tag, as started by Lauren of One Bright Corner.

Monday, August 8, 2016

Favorites: Summer 2016 + Pictures

Yay for fun posts!

Here are just a few of my happinesses from this past summer. I hope you can find something from this list to enjoy yourself!

Monday, August 1, 2016

10 Books For Every Christian Young Lady

Hi, everyone!!

So, if you're new to me and my blog, it might be news to you that I am the eldest of seven children- all boys except six!! ;)

As the big sister of five blossoming young women, I don't take the responsibility of setting a good example lightly. I just know that at least a few of them will always follow every move I make. Even the prospect of getting into a romantic relationship someday is daunting, because I have all of these people that are watching, just waiting to reenact my every move.

I try to set a good example in my taste of things, including clothes, music, movies, blogs, and books.


I really love books.

Even though my sister right under me in the line-up, Kristen, isn't much on books, she's turning 16 this week (wait.. what?!), and I'm writing this just with her in mind. Basically, I'm taking all of the books I've ever read and narrowing it down to only ten that I believe really molded me into who I am today, and helped me out when I was waist-deep and not making up any ground in the murky waters of teenagerhood.

With all of the junk "literature" out there these days, I really want to be able to steer my siblings in the right direction. So, I decided to compile a list of books that I recommend to my sisters as they take my place as the teenagers of the family, and I'm sharing this with the world, because the internet really needs more worthwhile book lists.

Monday, July 25, 2016

A Little Person Follows Me: A Poem

This is for all those big siblings out there.

I had to memorize this in 6th grade for Rod and Staff Bible in school, except my mom had me change out 'brother' for 'sister', since I was the eldest of only four girls at that time. It sticks with me until this day, and I learn the truth of it more and more all the time. 

A Little Brother Follows Me

A careful boy I want to be;
A little brother follows me.
I do not dare to go astray
For fear he'll go the selfsame way.

I cannot once escape his eyes;
Whate'er he sees me do, he tries;
Like me he says he's going to be-
That little brother following me.

He thinks that I am good and fine;
Believes in every word of mine.
The bad in me he must not see-
That little brother following me.

I must remember as I go,
Through summer's sun and winter's snow,
I'm building for the years to be
That little brother following me.


Monday, July 18, 2016

The Phantom of the Church (True Story)

Once upon a time,

     in a far away land (Mississippi),

          a long, long time ago (who remembers second grade?!),

I made a friend.

Her name was, well, let's call her Hannah.

I met Hannah at church, where both of our families attended at the time. We went to the same Sunday School class. Hannah told me, quite proudly, that she was saved. But that wasn't surprising, as most second graders had already prayed the prayer.

We never got to know each other terribly well, as seven year olds usually focus their conversations around favorite colors and school subjects, but we eventually got to that special place of sharing Sunday School prize candy, and we were even allowed to sit together in church sometimes, as long as we promised to be extra quiet.

After an undocumented amount of time, Hannah's family switched churches. I got news a few months later (from a reliable source) that her parents divorced. Occasionally, over the following few years, Hannah, her little sister, and one parent would been seen "darkening the doors of the church", but even then, Hannah was depressed and not much of a friend. I told myself that she must have just forgotten about me, but even na├»ve little me knew it was something deeper than that which totally transformed my former friend into an entirely different person.

The church is haunted by her even to this day.

Monday, July 11, 2016

5 Ways I Pray for My Future Husband

Happy Monday!!

In the past, I've shied away from writing on guy/girl relationship topics. One reason being I've never been in a guy/girl relationship, so anything I say feels like just pounding out third-person observations as factual. For another reason, my 'What He Must Be' list has changed more than twice since I first drafted it up at age 16, so I might be more wishy-washy than I care to flaunt and publish.

But one thing that I do feel somewhat versed in is praying for my future husband.

I would love to get married someday. Set up a little house with hand-sewn curtains and vintage bakeware and a coop full of chickens and a big garden and a bunch of toe-headed kids running around. I'm not too picky on location as long as I have a decent view of the sunset.

Sometimes I get kind of caught up in my daydreams, and prayer is the one thing that always helps me get my feet back on the ground to focus on the here and now.

Wherever you are, be all there.
-Jim Elliot

Here are just five ways that I pray for my future husband.

Monday, June 27, 2016

She Reached For My Hand: Lessons I'm Learning in Big-Sisterhood

Do you remember when your dad first took you to an empty parking lot and talked you through the basics of how to operate a vehicle? Do you remember not feeling certain on if you're seeing what you're supposed to be seeing out all your mirrors? The adrenaline mixed with anxiety pumping through your veins as you take on your first Interstate on-ramp?

Yeah, the first time I drove on a not-in-my-neighborhood road, I ran a red light. And the library parking lot was never quite big nor empty enough to be truly ideal for practicing my backing.

Good memories.

But what if you (or I) could have done just one more maneuver, one more switch of a stick or push of a button and been guaranteed safety? What if there was just one thing missing from our operations that could have promised us a safe journey? Would you have pressed that button or switched that lever?

Well, maybe you're a stunt guy that loves that sort of thing. But for this can-barely-climb-ladders kind of girl, the answer is easy: yes. I definitely would have pushed that button. Obviously. I'm not afraid of dying, but I'd rather not kill my entire family by running this 12 passenger van off the bridge today.

I know this is an unusual style of intro, even for me, but just tonight, as I was babysitting my littlest sister during the church service (which entails carrying her, bouncing her, helping her drink from the water fountain, helping her get hand sanitizer, making faces with her in the bathroom mirrors, and letting her drag me all over Creation), I recognized a change in her.

Just last week she was Ms. Independent, confident in her newly-discovered talent of walking, and challenging the stairs, concrete, and backyard at every opportunity.

But tonight, as she was dragging me around Eastland Baptist Church (it's just way too big to be drug around in), and we came to a staircase that she wanted to mount, she reached up for my hand.

Not so I would hold her. Not that kind of reach.

But just because she wanted to hold my hand.

Monday, June 13, 2016

Boredom is Illegal

Boredom! No!!

We must keep moving forward!!

It's so easy and tempting to sit around twiddling your thumbs, browsing Pinterest for hours claiming that you're out of tasks and now "bored".


You just haven't considered the tasks that you have been given that cannot be completed. That's right. There are some things commanded of us that are actually impossible to finish. So... the "bored" excuse has no validity. Ever.

Here are some ideas. Straight from my trusty KJV.

Monday, June 6, 2016

20 Things I Learned on my Missions Trip to a Third-World Country

1. We were taught growing up to look both ways before crossing the road. However, some roads still exist where you don't even have to look one way before crossing.

If there is a motorcycle, you'll hear it. Or else, it can swerve around you.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

May Favorites

May was an interesting, roller coaster of a month.

Births. Deaths. Marriages. Sicknesses. Pain. Prayer requests. Missing Burma. My best friend booking an airline ticket to come visit me. Actual roller coasters (Silver Dollar City). The whole enchilada.

I just wanted to share some of my favorites from this past month. Some happiness, if you will. :)

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Burma (Slash Thailand) Missions Trip 2016 + Pictures - Part 2 of 2

Hello, dear readers!

Now that it's the end of May, I figured it's about time to put up pictures from the middle of April. :)

So, if you didn't see the pictures and stories from Burma, I would really recommend taking a look at those first. I left that post off at April 11th, so I'll pick up on Tuesday, April 12th. The day we left for Thailand.

We weren't supposed to go to Thailand. Once we were in Burma, though, we learned that it would be:
  1. More dangerous than we had initially thought to pursue the travel plans we had formed prior to getting there.
  2. More expensive than we had initially thought to pursue the travel plans we had formed prior to getting there.
  3. Possible that the work we wanted to do could be done through one single person that was from Burma (which automatically means travel is safer for him), and at one fifth of the price it would have taken to get our group up there to do it. All of the plans we had for Kachin state were still accomplished, but vicariously through an ambassador.
Through these (and maybe some other) various means, God re-directed our path to Thailand. We accomplished everything we needed to do there in less time than we had on our hands, so we changed our return flight tickets to Thursday, the 21st of April, as opposed to the original plan of traveling home from Rangoon, Burma on Monday the 25th.

This chronicles our 9 days in Thailand.

Monday, May 9, 2016

Thoughts on Homeschooling From a Homeschooler

I hear [read] things about homeschooling all of the time. Blogs rave on and on about homeschooling, but what confuses me is that most of these articles are written by anybody but the homeschoolers themselves.

I read posts by homeschooling moms. I read comments condemning the practice of homeschooling by pro-public school moms. I see memes mocking homeschooling which were generated by kids who were homeschooled only for the second semester of eighth grade, because they were kicked out of their middle school for vandalizing the gym. Or something like that... But where are my fellow homeschoolers? When do they get a say?

So, I decided, today is the day. A girl, homeschooled for her entire education, tells it as it is.

Here you are. From a Homeschooler (a person who was educated at home from the first day to the last final exam of 12th grade), I give you what homeschooling means to me.

Monday, May 2, 2016

Burma Missions Trip 2016 + Pictures - Part 1 of 2

Hi, there!

Welcome to Peculiar on Purpose. Thank you for stopping by; I hope you find what you are looking for, and subscribe while you are here! :)

Well, I went on my very first international missions trip this past month! Wow! I still cannot believe I just did that. But at the same time, it was so right. Kind of like my whole life thus far built up to that. And, sure, bucket showers were hard, and I was happy enough to be rid of my nightly encounters with giant jungle spiders, but I'd go back tomorrow if I could. I left my heart in Burma. Seriously. Part of who I am is still wandering around the market alley-ways of Keng Tung and the dusty roads of Banglim. I'm like half of a misplaced person over here.

Before I went, I read blog posts from other missions trippers, and I thought I understood. I've watched missionary presentations my entire life, and I thought I was compassionate and sympathetic of their cause. No. I had no idea. I had no feelings. And unless you've been in my shoes, you won't completely "get it". You should go. So you can get it. And learn how to love. And sympathize with me.

My feelings have nothing to do with your eagerness to see my pictures, though. So, I blog. I show you where I left the other half of my person.

Monday, April 25, 2016

What Wouldn't Jesus Do?

If you're from any era pre-2010, you've most probably heard the phrase "What Would Jesus Do?". It's a good phrase. Makes us stop and think about our actions and reactions, just as the clever person that coined it intended, I'm sure.

But here you are. This is the moment. Real. Life. And something crazy is happening. "Quick! I better glance at my WWJD silicone wristband from Sunday School to help me stop, think, and solve this problem like Jesus would!!"

But, y'all, what wouldn't Jesus do?!

Monday, April 11, 2016

Good Guys Breaking the Law

Yep, you read it right. Breaking the law. Disobeying the order by which a particular region (country, community, or otherwise) regulates the actions of its members.

Sometimes people do bad things, and have to own up to the consequences of their bad actions, spending large portions of their lives behind bars, or sometimes even paying with their lives. We all know about this. But fewer and fewer modern-day Christians really consider when they might be thrown in prison for breaking the law, and why that would be God's will for their life, in certain cases. Because, in history (and let's remember that history repeats itself), people have spent time in prisons, and given their lives, for breaking the law, because it was more important to them to follow God's Word.

Monday, March 28, 2016

The Peculiar Arts: Pen Pals

Pen pals.

They're a wonderful thing, and I highly recommend getting one...or two...or twenty. :)

Monday, March 14, 2016

Remember That Time...?

A couple weeks ago I posted: Mistakes are Awesome. If you haven't already read the post, I'd recommend doing so, as it laid the ground-work for this post. And I give you the sequel...

Monday, February 22, 2016

Mistakes are Awesome


We've all messed up.

Spilled milk on the couch. Or grape juice on our white button-down.

Let the cat out of the bag. Literally and figuratively.

Lost our wedding rings down the garbage disposal. Or just broken the disposal by running it with a tiny spoon down in there. Oh yeah, and ruining the antique, genuine silver spoon in the process.

And thank the Lord that we have!

Yep. I'm living, learning, and trying to grow in the Lord. And I'm determined to better embrace my mistakes.

Monday, February 8, 2016

Church Hunters Anonymous

Hi. My name is Kimberly.

I'm coming up on the anniversary marking my 19th year of life. In those years, I have lived in 6 states. And I've been a member at 2 churches. Total. You do the math.

I feel like I have done my fair share of church visiting, considering I'm not a missionary kid. But, I don't know. You tell me. Is this normal?

I hold out hope. Hope that there are those that can relate. Hope that I am not the only one suffering from this disease. And I decided, rather randomly, to write it out. The craziest stories I remember! Therapy, of sorts, I think. At least for myself. Haha! So here you are. I'll plainly state that I probably don't remember everything perfectly clearly, since some of these memories are 6, 7, 8, or more years old. My parents would probably give you slightly different versions, but this is how I remember it. Enjoy.. :)

Monday, January 25, 2016

Fundraising, Why I Fear It, and Why I Shouldn't


Raising funds.

It's a good idea, and a lot of people are willing to help, if you've got a good cause.

But it scares me. I don't want to ask people for money, or beg. People don't like people whom are needy. And I want people to like me.

So when it comes to fundraising for personal reasons (like a missions trip), I shy away. I'd rather work hard for a few years and save the money myself. But, God's been teaching me things lately.

One big thing: Nothing is "personal".

Nothing only effects me.

Without further ado, I give you 3 Reasons Fundraisers are a Good Thing...

Monday, January 11, 2016

I Miss the Mormons

At the end of September, we moved to Oklahoma from Texas.

I like Oklahoma. And when we move from Oklahoma, I'll miss it. But right now I'm missing Texas.

I miss my church. I miss my neighbors. I miss my friendly neighborhood Chick-Fil-A. And... I miss the Mormons.
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