tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25606830397254040442024-02-20T10:27:19.330-08:00Called to GraceAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10754471121963954535noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560683039725404044.post-9862081013646467282011-08-27T23:21:00.000-07:002011-08-27T23:21:28.687-07:00Here We GoFor whatever reason you're here reading this, I hope you enjoy.<br />
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My art teacher growing up always said that nothing is more intimidating than a blank canvas. You could say I have the same thoughts toward this blog. I've always wanted to create a blog, I grew up writing in a diary, and even now I write in a journal. I guess writing out my thoughts for the whole world to see has a thrill factor to it.<br />
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To start off, I guess I should say a little about myself. I'm the youngest child of 3, I grew up in a somewhat strong Catholic family, and if my blog title didn't give it away, yes, I'm a believer. Growing up, Jesus was merely just a name I heard in Mass every Sunday. I knew He was the son of God, or so everyone said. He came to save us, by dying for us on a cross. He has endless mercy (or in my childhood vocabulary: He forgives) That's about as deep as my theology got when I was a kid. I also thought that the infomercials on TV of adults praising God to worship music was creepy. I mean, their eyes were closed, arms were swaying up in the air, and it was dark with crazy lights moving everywhere, can you say weird?! I never thought that that kind of music would one day become my favorite.<br />
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Anyways, my early teenage years were somewhat exciting and rebellious, rebellious for my Catholic self anyways. Compared to everyone else I was as pure as honey. I went behind my parent's wishes, but nothing too radical. I got into the wrong crowd, got interested in the bad boys. I hated myself, I wanted to be someone I wasn't, and when I was let down by someone I thought cared about me, that's when I hit rock bottom.<br />
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Not getting into details, a year later, my freshman year, I had a new "live for Jesus" paradigm. What sparked it? A boy. To cut straight to the point, after the silly break-up, I really began to see the ways God was working in my life. After going through a hellish year, life wasn't so bad after all.<br />
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Fast forward a couple years, through friendships and a relationship, through a season full of great splendor followed by a season with much struggle of an overbearing cross, you have now arrived to where I am now: a senior in high school attending a community college, discerning where to go once I receive my General Ed. God is predominant in my life, or at least that's the way I want it. We aren't perfect; we all fall into the Devil's traps and sin.<br />
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Italian's are known to wear their heart on their sleeve, so with this blog, expect to see my thoughts, emotions, interests/hobbies, and anything else I find worth while to share.Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10754471121963954535noreply@blogger.com0