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I was talking to my sister on the phone last night and we had this interesting discussion which basically amounted to a realization about how un-zealous Christian's seem to be. Whenever I hear about suicide-bombers I always wonder why Christian's seem to be so apathetic about their faith. I'm not suggesting that we start going out and setting off bombs to show our religious zeal, but I have to wonder why those who follow other gods are so much more willing to die for their faith than we are. I've heard pastor's speak about this before, and I remember one talking about how excited a Christian might get about Sunday's football game, and how unmoved that same Christian is after a Sunday morning church service. It reminds me of the verse in Revelation that talks about God spitting the lukewarm Christian out of His mouth because they are neither hot nor cold. I wonder how many Christian's are stuck in the "warm", because it's fuzzy and comfy and we just can't be bothered to get a move on. It's scary to think that God would rather we were ice cold.

I love kitchen tiles. They really make me feel just so happy....er something....

When we first started building this new house, I thought it would be cool that we could make all the choices we wanted about everything, but now I'm thinking it would be a lot easier to just move into a house already built. Both my mom and I have this problem which I like to refer to as the we-can't-make-up-our-minds syndrome. It's probably nothing short of a miracle that we have already picked the floor tile, bricks, outdoor patio tile, pillars, paint colours, bathroom tile...etc. Yesterday morning we spent 1 1/2 hours in another tile store trying to pick the tiles for the kitchen counters...AHHHHH! After we thought we had picked something, we went home and then decided we didn't like it...well, my mom didn't like it. So we went back last night and picked something else. Then this morning we went back to another tile store to take another look at what they had. We picked something there too incase we don't pick the other one that we may or may not like. Then we went to another tile place to compare prices.

I fear it will never end.

Maybe we should just slap some cardboard on there and call it good. Cardboard and ductape. That would make an especially attractive countertop.

Actually, it isn't really that bad. It's kind of bad, but it's not I-want-to-stick-a-fork-in-my-eye kind of bad. It's more like I-might-think-about-sticking-a-fork-in-my-eye kind of bad.

Last week while looking through some old family photos, I found what I like to think of as the funniest picture of me in my childhood years as I have yet to see. Perhaps you would not think it's that funny, but I happen to think it's extremely funny. Please view the following:

I would like to think that that expression is one of deep contemplation, however, I think it's really more dazed and stunned than a foreshadowing of future genius. I can't really tell you why it's so funny except that I want to laugh every time I see it, and that's reason enough for me.

Hey friends!

Well, Friday's song performance actually went well! It was a really cool experience actually! As I wrote in my last entry, I had been worried because my voice was sounding so bad and I didn't think it would be getting any better by Friday evening. But the cool part was that when I started to sing the song, it was like God gave me my voice back, just for that time! My voice hadn't been sounding okay in ages. Anyway, it was just a cool little thing that reminded me what God can do.

So I finally decided that I would really like to be in Ambassador's again this year. There is only one tiny little problem: I can't. My best friend is getting married on June 9, and even though we'd likely be back from choir tour by then, I really need to be in Ontario as soon as possible after school ends to help with all the wedding plans since I am her Maid of Honour (whew! Long sentence!). After all, I only have one best friend, and I only get to do this once! I want to be there for as much of the crazy running around, dress fittings, cake making, nail doing, bachlorette partying as possible! So, perhaphs I shall leave Ambassador's for another year. Besides, C(h)eour Des Femmes (sp?) was fun this past year, and I will enjoy being in it again.

Here is a story for you...On Friday night I was sitting up in bed reading when I heard a something that sounded like a flying bug . A big flying bug. I didn't see anything though, so I dismissed it as being a piece of paper that fell off of something somewhere. Then I saw it. A big fat brown flying cockroach. On my bed. Then with amazing calmness (ha!) I proceeded to hop out of bed, go out of my room, and wake up my parents to come protect me from said disgusting bug. Then we began a search to find the bug which had promptly dissapeared (it probably knew it was going to die). It turned up on my pillow (oh help!). Then my mom caught it in a little container and let it go free outside (much too lenient a punishment if you ask me). And do you know what the saddest part of the story is? It turned out to be a grasshopper, not a cockroach! It would have been much more exciting to have a flying cockroach in my bed!

Tonight I am helping my mom at this little Spanish speaking church for VBS. She has been presenting the Bible stories all this week, but tonight she wants me to sing for the kids! Yikes! You would think kids would not be scary...they are! Actually, it's more that I haven't been singing really all summer except for maybe the equivalent of 15 or 20 minutes a week at church. That compared to the 6 hours min. I was singing during school....well, the point is, my voice sounds SO bad. Either it's totally out of practice, or I've totally lost it. Either way, the thought of singing tonight is less than exciting. But, my mom wants me to do it and I couldn't say no. She is talking about heaven and so I am singing, "I Can Only Imagine". I definately love that song.

In other musical news, I have been trying to learn guitar this summer also. My sister and her husband bought me this really lovely guitar last October, and I've been working on it little by little since then. I think what I really need to do is to get an actual teacher instead of teaching myself. But then, that takes money, so I think I'll stick to my current method.