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Tuesday, October 15, 2013

How TeenPact Changed My Life



Ever since I was little, I have been terrified of public speaking.  No matter how hard my mom tried to get me involved in public speaking contests to help me get over my fear, it never quite worked.  One year, however, we heard about a weeklong hands-on government class called TeenPact designed to talk about many things including leadership, current events, government, and public speaking.  In the five years following, TeenPact has taught me that my fear of public speaking limits my potential, and has helped me towards overcoming that fear.

The first time I heard about TeenPact, I could not see past the fact that I would have to stand up in front of everyone and read a mock bill that I had written to see what other benefits the class offered.  Somehow I avoided the weeklong class, but I couldn’t get out of the public speaking class TeenPact offered at the end of the week.  My sister had attended the class and loved it, but my reaction was quite the opposite.  Over lunch, while everyone else was writing their speeches, I became so nervous that I burst into tears and refused to participate—I convinced myself that I would embarrass myself and the world would end.

The next year, no matter how much I protested, I was forced to go—the phrase “dragged kicking and screaming” doesn’t come anywhere close to describing my reaction.  The thought of reading my bill in front of everyone still terrified me, but as I was waiting for my turn, one of the staffers took the time to reassure me that standing up in front everyone still scared them.  With that knowledge, I was able to go onto the stage, knees shaking, voice trembling, to read the first few paragraphs and later call my mom to say that I was enjoying it after all. After that, I let myself take everything in and began realizing that I was only holding myself back by allowing the fear of public speaking to control me.  Once I realized that I was the only thing holding myself back, TeenPact started not only teaching me leadership, government, and public speaking, but also the self-confidence I needed to help me get over my fear.

Two years later, I found myself willingly standing on that stage to argue in favor of my mock bill and answer questions about it--essentially an impromptu speech.  The next year, I did the same thing, but in addition to that, I begged to be allowed to stay for the public speaking class after the main class was over--the same one that had brought me to tears five years earlier.  Now that I was taking these steps towards overcoming my fear, I decided to take it a step further and help others do the same.  After the extreme reaction I had after my first encounter with TeenPact, if someone were to have told me that a few years later, I would be applying to staff that very same class, I would have laughed in their face.  And yet, that’s exactly what I did.   

In a span of five years, TeenPact transformed a thirteen-year-old who was scared senseless at the thought of having to give a short speech into a seventeen-year-old who was biting at the bit to become more involved in public speaking opportunities.  Not to say that public speaking no longer scares me, and not to say that it is my favorite past time, but I no longer burst into tears at the thought of giving a speech.  I simply remember what my first TeenPact staffer told me and remember that it’s okay to still be scared, as long as I don’t let it control me.

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This is an essay I wrote for an English assignment a few weeks ago.  Also, if any of you somehow have stumbled across my blog or know me and somehow haven't heard about TeenPact, here's their website: www.teenpact.com

Friday, September 6, 2013

Arms of Love


Those of you who know me well probably know that I have a small scar right up next to my right eye and have likely heard the story of how it came to be there.  For those of you who don't, it happened one day when I was probably about four years old and I was skipping in circles around the inside of my Great Grandpa's house while being chased by my brother.  I happened to trip and hit my head right on the corner of the wall which was covered with glass tiles to create a humongous mirror on the wall.  There was no protective covering, so I got cut open by the glass.  About all I remember is tripping, my sister freaking out, being packed into the car to go to the emergency room, and then laying there on the table right before they gave me stitches.

But the one clear memory I have isn't the pain, or freaking out, but riding to the ER on my Great Grandpa's lap.  Mom had already been getting us ready to leave, so she just bundled us all out the door and Great Grandpa held me tight in his arms all the way there.

This is what I imagine being held in God's arms is like.  Those arms around me meant that even though I was hurt, everything would be okay.  Even though I was scared, he would protect me.  There was safety, and security, and love in those arms.  He wasn't going to let me go.

That's how I picture God's embrace.  We do something to injure ourselves -- be it a physical injury or a spiritual one -- and run to Him, and instead of just telling us off for getting into trouble again (though He does do that often enough, it's not all He does), He opens His arms wide and lifts us up, promising protection and healing.  Even though the injury may be of our own doing, He showers us with love and tells us that it will all work out in the end.

Arms that surround you and say, "Here, it is safe.  Here, you are loved."  

I never want to leave those arms.

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Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Imagine Dragons - Demons


Just recently got hooked on the song "Demons" by Imagine Dragons.  While I don't completely agree with all the lyrics (They say it's what you make/I say it's up to fate) I can relate to quite a bit of it...  Here's the song if you'd like to listen to it.



The part of the song that says "When your dreams all fail/And the ones we hail/Are the worst of all" makes me think of all the dreams I have that at times seem incredibly out of reach, as well as the friends I have that lately, I've felt, haven't been very close and almost seem to disregard me unless its convenient to them.

I want to hide the truth/I want to shelter you/But with the beast inside/There's nowhere we can hide - I have a horrible habit of doing this.  I try to protect those I love from what I'm feeling by keeping it to myself, but as a result, it just builds up and becomes even worse.


So they dug your grave/And the masquerade/Will come calling out/At the mess you made - And what a mess we all make by trying to cover who we really are with masks.  Is it better to be yourself, or who you think everyone would want you to be?  To be real, or to just be a frail, paper mask?

I think just about all of us could relate to the chorus:

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide

Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide

Kind of goes along with my last post about covering up how we really feel.  I know I have a tendency to push people away at times to keep them from seeing my "demons" and to protect them from the "darkness inside."  Just wanted to share the song with you all :)

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Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Broken Inside


Ever done this before?  You're having a bad day, something's weighing you down, ect. and a friend notices and asks if you're okay.  My response?  "Yeah, I'm fine."

Inside, though, I'm screaming, "NO!  I'm NOT okay!  I feel like my life is falling apart!"

Why do we do that?  Why do we lie to ourselves and everyone else?  It's like, that's the standard answer.  "I'm fine."

Even after your Uncle or Great Grandpa has died and someone asks how you're doing, I can almost guarantee that the answer will be, "I'm doing okay."  I know that was my response.

Or if you're going through a rough time inside, you don't let people know that you're anything BUT okay.  It's like, people open up to you, give you the chance to let them share your burden, whatever it might be, and you won't let them.

Really?

Am I that stupid?

To refuse help when I KNOW that I need it?

WANT it, even?

We are all so broken inside, even though we don't want to admit it to anyone, including ourselves.

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Sunday, July 7, 2013

Prince Charming?

So, being a girl, this is (sadly, pathetically) something I think about often.  Anyway, these are just some of my thoughts on the subject.  (And it's midnight, so they're kinda thrown together pell-mell.  Forgive the numerous threads that may or may not make any sense whatsoever, or even tie off at the ends.)

You know, in the movies, the girl always falls in love with, and most often gets, the "pretty boy".  The popular guy, the jock, maybe even just a good looking nerd.  Being the type of gal that I am, I tend to notice those types of guys.  Even get a 5 second crush on them as I walk past them for the first and last time at the grocery store.  (I'm homeschooled, what can I say?  The best looking guy at my school is my younger brother and... well, lets just not go there, ok?)  But while I get crushes on those types of guys, I want to fall in love with a guy who's "pretty" on the inside.  I mean, we always talk about that as a quality for girls, but I think it applies to guys as well.  They should have honorable qualities, not just pretty features.


I want to fall in love with my best friend.  Be it one of my guy friends now, or someone I meet later on down the road.  I want him to be the one who always stood by me and held me up through the hard times.  The one who asks me what's wrong, before I even realize that something is.  I want to be able to talk to him about anything and everything.  He should be someone that I trust and feel comfortable around.  Someone who leads me spiritually and encourages me in my walk with God.

Just think of "Cinderella".  Prince Charming falls in love with her while dancing, she runs off, and apparently he can't even remember what she looks like and has to go all over the kingdom with a shoe.  Really?  Doesn't seem like there's a lot up there in his noggin.  Just my opinion, sorry.


And then look at the newer renditions of the Cinderella story?  "A Cinderella Story: Once Upon A Song" in which the guy falls in love with her voice and dates her stepsister because he thinks it's her.  ...but she still loves him.  And the minute he finds out it's actually her, what do they do?  Passionately kiss.  Really?  That dude's shallow.  "Another Cinderella Story" (with Selena Gomez) where he falls in love with her dance moves... just wow.  The only one I really like is "A Cinderella Story" (Hillary Duff) where she falls in love with the guy having no clue who he is, but knowing his personality.  In fact, when she finds out who he is (the popular guy at school) she tells herself the whole idea is stupid and decides to move on.  (Granted, they do end up together in the end, but only after he mans up about the whole thing.)  So, still not the greatest story ever, but much better than the others.

And yeah, it'd be awesome if he looks "cute" (guys, that's girl-speak for "handsome"), but if he's the guy God has for me, I'll see him that way even if no one else does.


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Anyway... off my soap-box now.  :)  Feel free to offer your opinion in the comments!


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