I didn’t come to know Christ until two years ago when I was a senior in high school. I wouldn’t call my self an atheist, I believed God existed but I didn’t care. I found myself at church two times a year for Easter and Christmas when my grandma forced me. My biggest problem with going to church was feeling uncomfortable. I have always thought of myself as an awkward person. This feeling of awkwardness was always amplified when I walked into a church. Before my life with Christ I thought being a Christian was for perfect families and the middle class. I wanted to fit in essentially. I wanted to know what’s the deal with the ‘Christians’.
My father has always been in and out of my life, mostly out. One day he randomly showed up and someone my siblings and I ended up spending two weeks with him during the summer in Alabama. My dad doesn’t say much but the car was filled with talk. Talk that really bothered me. My dad proclaimed to be a Christian. He was going to let us kids know about the good news. He didn’t live like a Christian but he sure professed to be a Christian. Be honest and genuine is very important to me. I found myself next to a liar and hypocrite whom called himself a ‘Christian’.
Many years later, a classmate invited me to attend a church event. I wanted to meet new people and hang out with a new crowd. I wanted to fit in. I knew if I went a might end up with a new friend. I went it was fun except for the annoying devotional that interrupted dodge ball. I went to several more youth events with my new friend. Then the invites to church ensued. The youth group events that week had been fun and safe. I had always had a bad taste in my mouth about the church she went to. I didn’t belong. I had this image in my mind, big red letters spelling out the word, snob. I eventually got over it and agreed. I had never not agreed lack of backbone. I went a couple Sundays, getting more comfortable each time. I watched people get into worship that made me uncomfortable. A beautiful thing happened one Sunday; the praise team started playing this song, Sweetly Broken. Things just made sense all of the sudden. I knew I needed Christ right then. God played that song for me. I was baptized the following Sunday, Easter Sunday as it turned out. My journey with Christ is beautiful, challenging and never ending. I want to share my thoughts on Christianity for my thoughts are flooded with them. I am lacking a theological degree but I feel I am fit to share my journey with you.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
I have two dogs, Louie is the more favored and more loved of the two and then there is our other family dog, Stupid. Before you pick up the phone to call PETA, calm down. Orginally the mut's name was Colby Jack, my mom has a thing for cheese? Anyways, he never answered to the name and after a short time of having the dog my mom decided she didn't like him and began calling him stupid. Stupid is the only name the dog will answer too. He has earned the title too. Currently, I'm in Alabama after a series of events and a car accident that put my brother in the ICU. God knows when I need a laugh. I get a call from my sister and she is saying stupid needs to go to the vet. Naturally, I ask why and she tells me the story of the furry headband. Stupid was left unattended at the house. He decided to do his business in my sister karlies room, where he pooped on one of her very cute and very spikey headbands. The head band is now stuck to stupid, the kids have tried to pull it lose but stupid is kind of on the agressive side so enough said. Stupid has had to go all weekend with having this glorious head band attached to his behind. Julia said he walks kinda sideways and has to sleep on his side. All of this is quite amusing. I will let you know if the vet has any luck. I think might make a good children's story....maybe not. There you have it kids, the story about The Furry Head Band Named Stupid!
Posted by krodick at 10:36 PM
I've been told a lead a pretty interesting life. I find this to be quite an accomplishment being from such a small town and all. My friends have said to me, you need to write a blog. So here it is I finally have a blog and I have decided to call it: Ketchup on my Tacos. If anyone knows me they know one of my favorite foods is tacos and that I will not eat a taco without covering it in ketchup. It's one of my many quirks. It's what makes me Katie. Before signing up for this blog, I needed to know what the point of my blog would be, I've decided the point is to share my stories, share my walk with Christ and share my art. I hope you enjoy.
Posted by krodick at 7:58 PM