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@ericawordsmith @ashira @wordsmith –

*breathless panting* I’m back! *collapses* *revives* Wow, you people sure make the most of a day when I’m gone. 🙂

@wordsmith – I actually found out your name and I wasn’t even trying? It was… highly recommended to me. But it’s cool! I love it. I have a heightened appreciation of unique names because mine last name is rather commonplace. Boring you could call it, but I always count myself lucky when I remember that my dad knew a girl in high school who grew up to be a nurse… and her last name was Slaughter. O.O

What person? I mean mutual friend? Hope, or one of her siblings? Cause I have only played foosball with… like six different people.

Yeah, a camera really doesn’t describe anybody’s mind that well, really. Any mind, even if it’s a simple one, is going to be more complex than one picture at a time, just because of the amount of information we take in from sight, other senses, and thoughts about what things we register from those senses. It’s honestly stupefying to think about how complex the mind is.

Oh. Another thing that makes me cry. When people show that they have genuine care about another person’s life and making them feel better. Yes, I did cry reading all of your guy’s posts. It’s just… before we came to our current church and before I joined KP and SE, I didn’t… have friends. I mean, I had my siblings, but beyond that, not really anybody. We went to a church that wasn’t very cross-age mixing, and there was no one my age, so I wandered around a lot on my own. And then because I was between two boys in our family, there were times when, like young boys do, they just wanted ‘no girls’, so I was on my own again. I was alone for a while. My oldest younger sister wasn’t born until I was six, and even then I couldn’t really play with her, her being a baby.

Finding our new church and a place like this, where people care about each other, where teenagers have great relationship with seniors and and play big sibling to all the little kids around church, where you can be honest to your friends and get honest answers and help, has been one of the biggest blessings God has sent me. You guys are all amazing. @ericawordsmith @ashira @catwing @wordsmith *gives you all hugs*

I’m so sorry about what happened to you and your family before. Thank God He brought you out of it! It makes me so sad to see or hear about people that are caught in such horrible lifestyles, where they live on lies that they can’t seem to recognize and they don’t cry out to God because they don’t think they need saving. But almost sadder is the ones who want to get out, but are trapped for some reason or another. Who could leave it in their hearts, but have to remain in that lifestyle for whatever reason, maybe against their will.

I really, really don’t want to bring up bad memories, and if you don’t want to talk about this at all, please don’t feel like you have to, but maybe could you tell me a bit more about what the cult was specifically? Like, what setting was it in, a church or community, and sort of how it ran? I’m writing a short story called Red Sun Rising that’s about a group of young men who are sent to a Sanctuary to keep them same from the bad guy yet to be named in the Outside and to train them to fight against him, but in reality the whole thing is a lie. The outside is the normal world and the ‘bad guy’ is really the Christ figure. The concept of the whole thing is sort of this semi-confusing sounding but really makes sense line –

“It is not wrong to teach what you believe is right, it’s just wrong to give others no option but to believe it. It’s not wrong to present people with what you believe is truth, but it is wrong to present a lie as a truth when you know it is false.”

But seriously, if talking about it wouldn’t be bad, please don’t. I’m praying for you and your family.

So, about what you said in reference to fearing something that hasn’t happened and the part about not being able to do something. That basically is the root of the fear that I have, of things I’ll imagine. One of my greatest struggles in faith is being apart from people I care about. I want all the people in my heart to be with me, close to me. When someone I love is half way across the country, new job, starting her music career, in the Marines, whatever, I’m scared that something will happen that I can’t be there for. I want to be with that person, to help them, to comfort them, and I couldn’t be. It’s hard, but the greatest help in this has been God reminding me one day that He loves them more than I ever could. He’ll be there with them even when I’m not.

I have considered taking some self defense or martial arts, but the problem with things like that is we live out in the country, about forty five minutes away from… everything, I have a lot of siblings, Mom really doesn’t have time to drive me to classes or anything like that, and I can’t drive yet. Plus it would cost money. 🙂 I’ve learned a couple of basic self defense moves, and I’d like to learn more, I just haven’t really had an opportunity yet. I suppose I really should look over the bodyguards for hire in my area. 🙂

Thank you for showing you care about this. Like I said, having people that have genuine concern for me is amazing.

@ericawordsmith I am so frustrated with music these days. I do listen to a little CCM, (YAY ANDREW PETERSON!) but I am EXTREMELY picky. I like almost all of For King and Country’s songs and a few random ones I’ve heard, but that’s about it. Classical, hymns, and soundtracks are amazing. Anybody else love Schindler’s List (so beautiful!!) or How To Train Your Dragon? (I hope my future husband likes that because I’d love to have Romantic Flight played at my wedding 🙂 )

I don’t really like yellow either, it was just in my head for you because of your hair. 🙂 I like deep green, deep blue, deep red, black, silver, deep purple, and grey. If you look in my closet, I do not have one piece of pink, yellow, or orange clothing. XD It’s all blue, black, green, brown, and grey.

I do like some chic flicks as long as they’re well done, but mostly, like you, I see the example of older couples around me who love each other still and it’s so amazing! Of course I can’t help but enjoy watching young people fall in love if it’s done in the right way, but seeing a couple with a Godly legacy of many years of happy marriage is wonderful.We actually watched a tv thing about President Bush and his life yesterday and seeing him and his wife together, married during the war and now in their nineties and more in love than when they married, is so amazing!

Chuck the heels, AMEN! I only have one pair of shoes that have about an inch heel. Everybody always tells me to wear heels when I complain about being short, but I’d rather be short than have broken ankles. Some of the girls in our church wear three inches or higher and I just can’t fathom how they do it. And if you actually study it, it’s sooo bad for your foot. It’s so unnatural.

I’m sorry about the way your friends are treating you. I feel a little empathy, sort of. I have cousins who are… much more worldly than I am, and while we can still have a good time hanging out, there’s always this feeling of separation, and even though I’m older than them, it feels like they think of me as weird and immature because of things I don’t do that they’re totally okay with.

I’ve never understood cliques and people who reject others because they’re different. Any time it’s happened in fiction or real life, it’s so totally stupid to me! I wish I could be there for all those people that are being rejected and bullied, to let them know that they are still loved, that being different doesn’t mean you’re a waste or that your life is useless or you should try to change to satisfy other people.

While dealing with mean people like this is hard, I’m sure, just please remember that what they think does not matter. It doesn’t. It definitely hurts, it is definitely hard, so don’t think I’m being callused, but in the end what other people have thought of you won’t matter.

The King of the world thinks you are beautiful and amazing and special. He loves you.