Interview with B-SHOC!!

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Gotta love them fireworks.

When I was about 9 or 10 years old, my mom hauled down a Rubbermaid box to get me some winter clothes--I'd grown out of the ones I had last year. I took a particular liking to a blue sweatshirt with plain yellow embroidery on the front. It said: When the outlook is poor, try the up-look. I didn't really get it, but I liked the color blue, sooo....yeah. Later, when I wore it for the first time, I asked my dad what it meant. I used to ask him questions all the time.

"Well, honey," he said, "that means when things don't look good in front of you, around you, or under you, you look above you." He pointed one finger up at the ceiling. Of course I couldn't resist looking up. Then I just gave him a confused look. "What?"

"You pray."

I was too little to really understand what it meant to pray in times of trouble. Back then was when I thought "trouble" was stealing a handful of cookies from the jar. I thought the worst thing in the world that could happen to me was getting grounded from the TV. And when it came to God, I had the faith of a child. I knew He was there, because the Bible told me so, and that was enough for me.

Little did I know that later on in life I was going to pay a ten-month visit to public school, heartbreak, and betrayal. Walking through those hallways, I felt more alone than I ever had in my life. I couldn't see God in the faces of that crowd of people who didn't care about me. I needed to know He was there. Not just by praying and feeling that He was there; since I'd already discovered the meaning of false love and unfounded hope, I couldn't trust my faith. I needed to know He was there. I needed to see His hand working in the horrible situation I was in. I needed the assurance that this was part of His plan.

I was looking around me, at the people who called themselves my friends. I was looking ahead of me, at the future that school promised me. I was even looking under my feet, at the people who seemed bad. I couldn't see God anywhere. Not anywhere at all. What was I missing? The up look.

I started out this post with the intention of telling you just how God revealed that it was all His plan. But when I got to this paragraph and tried typing it up, I realized that...well, that's something that I should keep to myself. "Treasure it in my heart," like Mary did when she was raising Jesus. I guess all I can say is that up to this very day, God's been showing me, little by little, that He planned all of it. ALL of it. The false friends, the pain, the betrayal, the bad choices that I made; even the little things that seemed insignificant. If those things hadn't have happened, my life would be a lot different now and I would have lost the hopeful part of me. As I sit here today, typing this on a laptop, I realize just how much God's lit up the sky--then, afterwards, and now. And I think He'll keep on lighting up the sky with those amazing fireworks of His.

Trust me, He's there in everything. When I look back on those ten months and try to think of how things could have worked differently, I realize that no matter how terrible it was, I wouldn't have it any other way. I couldn't. And I shouldn't. God's plan for me is in everything that happens and everything I do. He's in the sky, my friends, my family, even this silly little blog. You just have to try the up-look. You have to remember who God is, and look for Him. Nothing is impossible; every little thing happens for a reason. Once you look for Him, you'll see Him. How do I know? Well...maybe that's a story to be told at a later date. But you know I'm not lying.

Don't blink

Have you ever woken up in the morning and buried yourself back under the blankets because you don't want to face another boring day? I hope it's not just me. I mean, some people don't want to wake up because they're tired of drama and/or stress. Me, I want to stay in my dream world because it's so much more cooler. Lately, I've been dreaming about zombies, gangsters, and X-Creatures!! O.o I have all kinds of adventures in my dreams, and then when my mom pounds on the wall to wake me up, I get dragged back into the boring, monotone mundanity of reality.

It's easy to fall into our schedules, those carefully planned days where everything goes exactly as planned. We get tired of the same thing. Then we try to insert interesting things into our lives (and sometimes get into trouble). We watch tons of movies, play video or computer games, read books. Or just mess around on the computer doing nothing at all. Then we're quick to fall asleep to jump back into those awesome dreams.

But sometimes, God has things planned for us even in the most mundane of lives. He may not throw you something incredibly exciting--say, a zombie apocalypse--but He'll still throw you something. Something that you have to act upon to make things interesting. Say you notice that the guy at the cash register isn't really having a good day. You just might brighten up his day by smiling and asking him how he is. You never know! That's why you have to keep your eyes open all the time, so you don't miss those little things! You have to come out of your little shell of fantasy to watch the world around you...because it can happen in a blink.