It happened to me!

Well, I did it! I hit my first deer. Well, actually she hit me. I was on my way home from church Sunday night in the van when this doe just came out of no where and we collided. But if that wasn't enough, the stupid deer was stolen! Who else but me would hit a deer and then have the deer stolen? I was so mad. Then I realized how funny it all sounded and I had to laugh. Here are a few pictures of the van. You can see some of the damage that was done.
Mom and Dad have choir practice Sunday nights at 4:45 pm but church doesn't start until 6 so we drove separate, they took the car and I took the van. When, we left church, they were ahead of me. I was going down 50 and was right outside of Tecumseh, when this huge doe came out of no where! I knew when I saw here that I was going to hit her, but instead she hit me. She hit the left front corner of the van and then spun around and hit the side of the van. The head light was hanging out, the left fender is dented and the drivers side door is caved in. By the time I pulled over I was about 100 yards away from her on the opposite side of the road. A lady pulled up behind me to make sure everything was okay. She went back to make sure the deer was dead while I called my parents and told them to turn around. Mom and Dad decided they wanted to keep the deer for the meat and see if maybe Ben would butcher it for us. So I called it in to get a police officer out to tag it. While we were waiting for the police, who were only maybe 5 minutes away, a pickup pulled up next to the deer and started loading her up in the back. My dad took off down the road to try and catch them and I yelled down that the deer was ours and the police were on their way. But they didn't stop. They slammed the tailgate and jumped in the truck and took off. Dad tried to get their license plate number but it was too late. Not even two minutes later the police showed up and we told him what happened. He couldn't believe it. So, now we have a damaged vehicle with nothing to show for it! Can you believe it? Mom kept saying, "Well, now you have a story to tell." True, I just wish I had the deer to go with the story. Hey, instead of "the fish that got away story" I have "the deer that was stolen" story. I told you I liked stories. : )

Story Time!

I've always liked stories. Ever since I was a kid, I loved to read stories and I loved to tell stories. When I would have sleepovers, I would tell the bedtime story. But as I've grown, I've learned that stories are more than just for entertainment, stories are also to teach you life lessons. Those are the kind of stories I have come to love. The following story is one that was e-mailed to me almost a year ago, I added a few details of my own as well. This story has stuck with me, and tonight I felt like I should share it. Maybe you have read it before, maybe not. But if you have, it won't hurt to read it again will it? Maybe you won't even be as moved by it as I was, but that's okay, I still think I would like to share it. Hope you enjoy it!

The Rope
The story tells about a mountain climber, who wanted to climb the highest mountain. He began his adventure after many years of preparation, but since he wanted the glory just for himself, he decided to climb the mountain alone.
The night felt heavy in the heights of the mountain, and the man could not see anything. All was black for the moon and the stars were covered by clouds. As he was climbing, only a few feet away from the top of the mountain, he slipped and fell into the air, falling at a great speed. The climber could only see black spots as he went down, and he felt the terrible sensation of being sucked by gravity. He kept falling…and in those moments of great fear, it came to his mind all the good and bad episodes of his life. He was thinking now about how close death was getting, when all of a sudden the rope tied to his waist jerked him to a sudden stop. His body was hanging in the air. Only the rope was holding him, and in that moment of stillness he had no other choice but to scream, “Help me God!”
All of a sudden, a deep voice coming from the sky answered, “What do you want me to do?”
“Save me God!”
“Do you really think I can save you?”
“Of course, I believe You can,” replied the man.
“Then cut the rope tied to your waist.”
There was a moment of silence; cut the rope? The rope was all that was between him and death! There was no way he would survive without the rope. "Are you sure God?" he asked.

Again he heard the voice gently whisper, "Cut the rope."

Again, there was silence, then the man made his decision. He would trust in the rope, for he could see and feel that, so he decided to hold on to the rope with all his strength. Surely someone else would answer his cries for help.

Days went by and still the man did not return. Soon a rescue team was sent out to look for him. The rescue team tells that a climber was found dead and frozen… his body hanging from a rope, his hands holding tightly to it… only 10 feet away from the ground.

And you?

How attached are you to your rope?

Will you let go?

For I the LORD thy God will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, Fear not; I will help thee. (Isa 41:13)

(http://www.ticz.com/homes/users/bob/The-Rope/The-Rope.htm)

Life goes on!

Well, I had hoped today I would be writing a victory post, that didn’t happen. I was really disappointed, I thought with so many unanswered questions around Obama that there was no way the American people would actually vote for him, but they did. I really didn’t think he had a chance, but I guess I was wrong.
Tuesday night we went to a party the Walberg’s were having in Jackson. We stayed there until about 11 o’clock. When we left, Walberg was over 3,000 votes ahead. The next morning I heard that he had lost by a small margin. Again, I was disappointed. I also found out that many other Republican positions were also lost. Now the House is mainly Democratic.
When I heard all this, the first question that popped in my mind was, “What are we going to do now?” Well, I think I have the answer. We are going to get up every morning, have breakfast, go to school or work and spend our days like we normally do. Do you see where I'm going with this? Life goes on! Yes there will be changes, and I can’t say that they won’t affect us, because they probably will. But it’s not the end of the world, I promise. : ) We have had presidents before that we didn’t agree with and we survived, how is it any different now? I am still a little scarred of Obama. I don’t fully trust him, but he is our President now, therefore, it is my Christian duty to respect him, as president, and to pray for him. I can only hope that he will take his job as President seriously and honestly do what is good for the American people and not just what is good for his career. Most importantly, we may have a new President, but we still have the same God. And He is still in control. No matter who is President, as long as we turn to God, He will take care of us.
Well, in four years we get to do it all over again, and you can be sure that I will be right in the middle of it all. I only regret that I didn’t do more this time. And for those of you who may be thinking, “What was the point in voting, it didn’t change anything, Obama still won?” It did matter; it did count; it did make a difference. It’s like playing sports. What’s the point in playing the game if there is a chance you will not win? The point is the satisfaction in knowing that you put forth an effort. You tried and that’s all that matters. You’re a good American, Charlie Brown. : )

Election Day!

Well, tomorrow is the big day! I hope you all have done your homework and plan on voting. I saw this advertisement on the internet today and thought it would be cool to share it. Maybe this will be enough insentive to get people out there to vote.