Interviewer- "Well hello Ms. Eggleton!
Ms. Eggleton- "Hello.."
Interviewer- "So what have you come to tell us?"
Ms. Eggleton- "About an overload of homework!"
Interviewer- "Well that sounds "Eggy", doesn't it Ms. Eggleton!"
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Why?
I often get asked what makes me know for sure that God it there. Most of the time, I just answer with, "well I have faith in him.". Other times, I stop and really think about it. Why do I believe that God is really there?
I grew up in a Christian home, so there was no doubt that I would be the kind of girl who went to church EVERY Sunday, but even when I was little, I NEVER wanted to go to Sunday school. Why? Because I thought that the people there had a better relationship with him than I did. I thought I wasn't, "good enough." So I stuck to my mom's side from the time I was in third grade-fifth grade. It wasn't until sixth grade when my mom put her foot down and said that I was going to go to Sunday school and youth group. Youth group sounded pretty exciting at the time. It made me feel "grown up".
I remember the first Wednesday my brother and I walked in, I never left his side.(I still don't.) Our youth seemed so cool. The high school youth pastor at the time greeted us at soon as he realized we were new. I took youth group as a fresh start to the my walk with Christ. I signed up to sing on the youth praise team, and that was the best thing ever. I made my first two friends, Haley and Kelsie, who were both a year older than me. They were both big Christians, so I looked up to them. That November, we had this thing called Disciple Now, and Haley, Caleb(yes, Bryant), and we stuck to each other like glue. WE had a blast, and I was able to realize what I needed to do to have a close relationship with Christ. I finally got the guts to stand up in front of a crowd and raise my hand on and praise and worship. I felt a sense of accomplishment that weekend. I felt like no one was judging me, and I didn't have to worry about anything.
Our pastor always talks about how when you leave a church retreat, you get back to school or work, and you get hit in the face by a brick wall. You don't have 24 hours out of everyday to focus only on God, and you don't get to hear two sermons and two worship services everyday. EVERY TIME I leave a youth retreat, that's what always ends up happening. Of course, I'm definitely not the only one that has that happen to them. A lot of us find ourselves having a closer relationship with God when we're singing about his glory and his love. Being a singer/musician, that's the way I cope with everyday things; singing. When I get home, my best way of relaxing is coming home and listening to music. So that's my way of finding comfort with God.
At the end of my sixth grade year, we had a retreat called Beach Week. *best week of my life* I was SO excited to go on this trip. That Monday we left and I could barely hold in my excitement. As soon as we got there, we unpacked and got settled in and it was just.. amazing! The first night, my friends and I could not sleep we were so excited. The next day kind of, well, like sucked. First, I had a sleep/candy hangover from the night before, and I got "homesick." Yeah, I used to get homesick a lot. Why? I don't know, because I'm a baby. I called my mom do her and I pretty much broke down. Again, I don't know why, but I just did. So that went on until Thursday when my mom made it VERY clear that she wasn't going to come get me. She thought it would be good for me. The previous Wednesday night Jerry, my youth pastor, sat me down and were talk for like, two hours about why I was homesick. I finally came to a conclusion that it wasn't that I missed my mom or my bed or my house, but more because I felt like it didn't fit in. Jerry convinced me that's why, and he kept on asking me WHY I wanted to go home so bad. I didn't have an answer. So there was NO WAY I was going home. I ended up staying, (duh) and enjoying it a lot, because I made two new friends, why I really looked up to, and they're still my friends today. I found out a lot about myself that week.
Up until this year, I've remained that same type of girl. This year, I kind of just lost interest, and made myself think I had better things to do. No matter what I did, I still knew that God was watching me and still loved me at much as he always has. Every person comes to that point in their life where they try their best to "find themselves." All I know is that I just have to try my best to get a better relationship with Christ than I had before.
So the next time someone ask me why I know that God is really there, I'll tell them that whenever I leave his side, he'll never leave mine.
I grew up in a Christian home, so there was no doubt that I would be the kind of girl who went to church EVERY Sunday, but even when I was little, I NEVER wanted to go to Sunday school. Why? Because I thought that the people there had a better relationship with him than I did. I thought I wasn't, "good enough." So I stuck to my mom's side from the time I was in third grade-fifth grade. It wasn't until sixth grade when my mom put her foot down and said that I was going to go to Sunday school and youth group. Youth group sounded pretty exciting at the time. It made me feel "grown up".
I remember the first Wednesday my brother and I walked in, I never left his side.(I still don't.) Our youth seemed so cool. The high school youth pastor at the time greeted us at soon as he realized we were new. I took youth group as a fresh start to the my walk with Christ. I signed up to sing on the youth praise team, and that was the best thing ever. I made my first two friends, Haley and Kelsie, who were both a year older than me. They were both big Christians, so I looked up to them. That November, we had this thing called Disciple Now, and Haley, Caleb(yes, Bryant), and we stuck to each other like glue. WE had a blast, and I was able to realize what I needed to do to have a close relationship with Christ. I finally got the guts to stand up in front of a crowd and raise my hand on and praise and worship. I felt a sense of accomplishment that weekend. I felt like no one was judging me, and I didn't have to worry about anything.
Our pastor always talks about how when you leave a church retreat, you get back to school or work, and you get hit in the face by a brick wall. You don't have 24 hours out of everyday to focus only on God, and you don't get to hear two sermons and two worship services everyday. EVERY TIME I leave a youth retreat, that's what always ends up happening. Of course, I'm definitely not the only one that has that happen to them. A lot of us find ourselves having a closer relationship with God when we're singing about his glory and his love. Being a singer/musician, that's the way I cope with everyday things; singing. When I get home, my best way of relaxing is coming home and listening to music. So that's my way of finding comfort with God.
At the end of my sixth grade year, we had a retreat called Beach Week. *best week of my life* I was SO excited to go on this trip. That Monday we left and I could barely hold in my excitement. As soon as we got there, we unpacked and got settled in and it was just.. amazing! The first night, my friends and I could not sleep we were so excited. The next day kind of, well, like sucked. First, I had a sleep/candy hangover from the night before, and I got "homesick." Yeah, I used to get homesick a lot. Why? I don't know, because I'm a baby. I called my mom do her and I pretty much broke down. Again, I don't know why, but I just did. So that went on until Thursday when my mom made it VERY clear that she wasn't going to come get me. She thought it would be good for me. The previous Wednesday night Jerry, my youth pastor, sat me down and were talk for like, two hours about why I was homesick. I finally came to a conclusion that it wasn't that I missed my mom or my bed or my house, but more because I felt like it didn't fit in. Jerry convinced me that's why, and he kept on asking me WHY I wanted to go home so bad. I didn't have an answer. So there was NO WAY I was going home. I ended up staying, (duh) and enjoying it a lot, because I made two new friends, why I really looked up to, and they're still my friends today. I found out a lot about myself that week.
Up until this year, I've remained that same type of girl. This year, I kind of just lost interest, and made myself think I had better things to do. No matter what I did, I still knew that God was watching me and still loved me at much as he always has. Every person comes to that point in their life where they try their best to "find themselves." All I know is that I just have to try my best to get a better relationship with Christ than I had before.
So the next time someone ask me why I know that God is really there, I'll tell them that whenever I leave his side, he'll never leave mine.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
My Favorites
Walks in the rain;being able to listen to the rain dripping on my window sill, completely washing away my thoughts;in summer, being able to go on numerous adventures with friends;swinging in the spring time, with the spring glow filling up the paleness off my skin;the rush of a high school football game, with students starting an earthquake with the thunder of their voices;going to the beach and holding your toes in the sand and letting in fill in the empty gaps in between your toes;laying on the roof, watching the sun end the day by slipping under the horizon;being able to sit on the couch, with my favorite movie, hot chocolate, and the heat from the fireplace sneaking up my body from my toes to my nose while looking out my window and seeing a fresh white cloud of snow cover up my back yard;hoodies, jeans, and bonfires, on the days that feel like summer and the nights like autumn;being able to express myself in a world full of judgment;and most of all, living in a country where I can have such an amazing God like mine;
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Rosa Parks
I chose to do Rosa Parks, because that was the first person to pop up in my mind because of the amazing legacy she left behind. She persuaded many African-American people to stand up to how we were treating them in the early and mid 1900's.
On December 1, 1955, Rosa did the unthinkable by telling James Blake, a bus driver, that she would not move to the back of the bus. When James Blake made four African Americans, including Parks, get out of their seats to make room for more whites, Rosa Parks simply replied with, "I don't think I should have to.". James Blake called the police to arrest her.
Rosa Parks (Rosa McCauley) was born on February 4, 1913. She grew up on a farm with her mother, younger brother, and grandparents in Montgomery, Alabama. As a child, she suffered of poor health. When she was eleven, she attented the Industrial School for Girls, and later transferred to a laboratory school provided by the Alabama State Teacher College for Negroes. In 1932, Rosa married Raymond Parks, a barber. After Rosa was married, she attempted taking many jobs, and even succeeded in registering to vote after trying three times. By December 1953, Rosa Parks became an active member of the Civil Rights Movement. She was known as the "Mother of the Civil Right Movement.".
After being arrested for not moving to the back of the bus, she became an icon in Civil Rights, but still suffered for her actions. She remained in prison overnight and paid a fine of fourteen dollars.
Rosa Parks received many awards for her actions, including the Noble Peace Prize. She still remains a human icon today, including to me. ROsa Parks lived to be 92 years old; outliving her younger brother.
On December 1, 1955, Rosa did the unthinkable by telling James Blake, a bus driver, that she would not move to the back of the bus. When James Blake made four African Americans, including Parks, get out of their seats to make room for more whites, Rosa Parks simply replied with, "I don't think I should have to.". James Blake called the police to arrest her.
Rosa Parks (Rosa McCauley) was born on February 4, 1913. She grew up on a farm with her mother, younger brother, and grandparents in Montgomery, Alabama. As a child, she suffered of poor health. When she was eleven, she attented the Industrial School for Girls, and later transferred to a laboratory school provided by the Alabama State Teacher College for Negroes. In 1932, Rosa married Raymond Parks, a barber. After Rosa was married, she attempted taking many jobs, and even succeeded in registering to vote after trying three times. By December 1953, Rosa Parks became an active member of the Civil Rights Movement. She was known as the "Mother of the Civil Right Movement.".
After being arrested for not moving to the back of the bus, she became an icon in Civil Rights, but still suffered for her actions. She remained in prison overnight and paid a fine of fourteen dollars.
Rosa Parks received many awards for her actions, including the Noble Peace Prize. She still remains a human icon today, including to me. ROsa Parks lived to be 92 years old; outliving her younger brother.
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