Random Adventures of R. H. J. K.: Sweet Hour of Prayer

Random Adventures of R. H. J. K.: Sweet Hour of Prayer: " I really think we take things for granted. This morning in church, we prayed for a young man who came forward and asked for help. I rem..."

Sweet Hour of Prayer

  I really think we take things for granted.


 This morning in church, we prayed for a young man who came forward and asked for help. I remembered an incident a matter of months ago, where a different man came forward and asked for support. As we bowed our heads to pray for him, I excitedly thought, "We're going to talk to God now!" 


And that's when it really hit me.


We always have the opportunity to talk to God. That's what praying is. To think that I was excited, just because we were praying out of our normal church schedule. We pray to start the service, once before the sermon, and to end the service. We pray to bless the food in the Communion. All those times are talking to God, but I don't really realize that. We have an amazing privilege to talk to the greatest being in the universe, and we let our minds wander. We think about how we have to finish a homework assignment, how we have to make dinner, how we have to call someone when we get home. I'm not pointing fingers. But I really start to think we take things for granted.


 I feel inadequate. I know I don't pray enough. And even in church, I need to concentrate more. I take all control of a lot of privileges. Maybe I should take more control of this one.

Insomnia

Sometimes, you get to that point where you just can't sleep. You lie there and think, "Why am I up at this unearthly hour? Oh yeah. I can't sleep." It's not cool. You roll over, you count sheep, you think hard about something, but it doesn't work. So stupid.

My mom is the biggest insomniac I have ever known. Yesterday(Or was it Wednesday, too tired to think :P ), I got up and went downstairs to check my Facebook. I found a status update from my mom dating from......well, way too early. She wakes up at the drop of a hat. It's not fun for any of us. I seem to have inherited a bit of it.

My problem is, when I wake up, I go downstairs and get online. Then my mom comes downstairs and asks me what I'm doing online. "I couldn't sleep, so I came down here." At this very moment, I am immensely tired. I went to bed at midnight, what am I doing up at 8, writing a completely useless blog post?!

Oh, that's right.

Couldn't sleep.

(Stupid brain, it's tired.)

Thanksgiving Traditions

  Every Thanksgiving, the Krull/Young family have traditions we follow. It brings about happy memories of wounds  fights  good times we've had. 


(Well, sometimes we do get hurt. And there are sib fights. But it's all good.)


1-The Krulls will come down to TN, or the Youngs will come up to OH. We spend every Thanksgiving with each other, and switch houses. This year, it's our turn. That is why I'm sitting here writing this while Cousin Autumn is talking to her boyfriend. 


2-We will make monkey bread for breakfast. For those of you who don't know, monkey bread is sticky, sweet, and easy to pull apart and eat a lot of. It's one of my favorite traditions.


3-We will play Apples to Apples. 'Nuff said. Totally funny.


4-The older kids, except Sarah, who's sensible, will try to pull an all-nighter. I remember the one time it worked and then we had to walk all around the Creation Museum the next day........WHJDXIAJHBGKUFHUD.


5-Aunt Amber and Mom will laugh so hard we'll wonder if they are okay. Sanity is useless. Laughter is good for all.


6-We will make a good private joke. e.g. The Polly Pocket Quotes and Grandma and the Model T.


7-We will have an amazing time. It's true. I love Thanksgiving.

Me and my second oldest cousin, Cassidy.

Making dinner.

 So I never realized how thankful I should be that Mom makes good food and doesn't whine about it.


All the years I have been alive-and there's been several-she's made excellent food. I didn't even KNOW it was excellent until I ate other people's cooking. Vindaloo, dahl, spaghetti, steak, jambalaya, creole, scampi, soup, stroganoff, fish, etc. Its been amazing really. And then this year, there came a change.


My parents decided that the responsibility of making dinner should be shared by the three oldest girls, that being Sarah, Abby, and me. Sarah cooks Monday nights, me Tuesday, and Abby Thursday. Hup boy.


So this afternoon, I was chilling and Mom said, "Oh, by the way, you're making potato soup with broccoli tonight." "Alright, sounds good." I said cheerfully through my Lady GaGa haze. 


No, it wasn't.


Dad came downstairs tonight shortly after he got home and interrupted my Facebook creeping to make me go prepare dinner. I came upstairs and he gave me the directions.


Ok, this is a little more complicated than I thought. I plugged in Mom's iPod and washed the potatoes while singing "Starstruck" and "Monster". Then, it was time to peel them.


I don't know if you've ever peeled potatoes, but let me tell you. These are slippery, bumpy little widgets. It's not cool. Potato peelings all over the floor, Sarah helping me (she didn't do much last night, so she pitched in tonight) and singing "May it Be" and me battling back with "Speechless". Then I was not sure of the correct way to put the broccoli in the pot. Cut it all up? Shred it? And how do you wash it, anyhow?!


So Dad told me what to do and I stood at the stove, putting broccoli into the Big Red Pot and singing "Firework" and chattering with Sarah, who was cutting up the potatoes. My back was history.


When it looked like Sarah had the stuff under control, I went downstairs, leaving the potatoes on boil.


I sure hope Sarah took them off, because I'm obviously still down here.


Mom, I appreciate you.

Giving thanks.

 Getting in the spirit of Thanksgiving, it seems appropriate for me to write about what I'm thankful for. That's what's on people's minds right now, and it's what's now on mine, so tally-ho, off we go.


I am thankful for God. If he hadn't sent Jesus to die for each and every person on earth, we would be in deep trouble, to make an understatement. There would be no hope. With Him, we have a choice. 


I'm thankful for my family, Doug, Lori, Sarah, Abby, Keziah, and David Krull. They make life interesting and have been fantastic to me for as long as I've been alive.


I'm thankful for my congregation as well. They're pretty much like my family, and technically ARE, being brothers and sisters in Christ.


I'm thankful for ALL my friends. They make life a total blast. I love them all.


I'm thankful for my cats, Aragorn, Mithrandir, and Cassandra. They're cuddly beasts. 


I'm thankful for music. I couldn't live without it. Just right here, let me give a mental high-five to Lady GaGa, Big Time Rush, Ke$ha, Colbie Caillat, Taylor Swift, 78violet, Michael Buble, James Horner, Justin Bieber, Ashley Tisdale, and Broadway casts and brilliant musical writers for making an escape from life.


I'm thankful for food. Ah, food. I eat all day. 


This also makes me thankful for long walks to work off calories. -_-


I'm thankful for musical theatre. Watch for me on Broadway, theatre is my life.


I'm thankful for a certain friend of mine, and probably he'll know it's him if he reads this. I've confided my deep, dark secrets to him, acted like myself around him, and he knows what an idiot I am. And he still remains my faithful friend. He's one in a million.


I'm thankful for good weather.


I'm thankful for my awesome relatives.


I'm thankful for education, even if it doesn't look like it. :)


I'm thankful that my family has a good income, so we live a pretty good life.


I'm thankful for open fields.


I'm thankful for giggles.


I'm thankful for snowy evenings.


I'm thankful for the color yellow.


I'm thankful for candles.


I'm thankful for dancing for no reason.


I'm thankful for steamy summer afternoons.


I'm thankful for private jokes.


I'm thankful for clean notebooks and sharp pencils, just waiting to be put together.


I'm thankful for the piano.


I'm thankful for the way toddlers talk.


I'm thankful for sleep.


I'm thankful for memories.


I'm thankful for the senses.


I'm thankful for the sound and feel of falling snow.


I'm thankful for spring flowers.


And hey, guess what?


I'm thankful for Thanksgiving.


Weird, huh? :)


Happy Thanksgiving all!

The most random post ever.

This will most likely be a very random post. Sometimes, my feelings get mixed up, or I'm happy one minute and sad the next. Sometimes, I write songs. But seeing as I am currently online, you will be treated to what is going on in my life, unspecified. The one unrelated person I can spill all my feelings to is currently not online. Thus, I cannot talk to him. This results in your getting an extremely random post. No, it has no point. Let me just vent, here. If you're bored, or you don't care, or you're thinking, "This girl is EMO," just go away. This could make you laugh, I don't know. If it does, I'm happy I could brighten your day. But anyway. Tally-ho, off we go. Prepare to be weirded out.

I really like Leonardo DiCaprio. I mean, seriously. He is HOT. I cannot get enough of Titanic. Best movie ever.

Today, I dreamed I lost the game.

I'm hoping these feelings I'm feeling are love, or at least the beginnings of such. This guy, there's something different about him. It's just......different. He means so much to me. I don't usually cry over guys. Or like them for this long. But hey. Maybe this is love.

I like eating olives, right out of the jar. I could get sick on olives, and still eat them. It's true love, I know it.

Sometimes, I get really high on laughter. I love those times.

My little sister and I are, like, the best of friends. Like seriously. We can do anything, there's no stopping us! Unfortunately, sometimes "everything" involves laughing our heads off at midnight, taking weird pictures with Mom's camera, or dissing Barbie. Eh. We rock.

I am going to be an actress someday. Not a movie actress, a STAGE actress. A great actress of the musical theatre. Watch for me at Carnegie Hall.

Neon orange just annoys me. It's a disgusting color.

So, there's this boy.........

Mithrandir, our second-oldest cat, is my special baby. Abby has Cassie, and Mom has a special relationship with Aragorn. So I decided Mithry needed someone. So he's my baby. :)

I canNOT stop myself from saying the word "like". I have probably said it, like, 5 times already without knowing it. Oh shoot. Like just now. -_-

I think I'm in love.

"Because He Loved Me" is like one of the best hymns ever. Like, fersher.

I don't eat meat a lot. It does not appeal to me. Yuck. >:P

La-de-da, la-de-da........

The musical "Cats" is dah bomb. Like, seriously. THE BEST.

I have such amazing friends. I can't even list them all. They rock my socks so hard my shoes come off.

Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra roma-ra-ma-ma gaga-ooh-la-la..........

I am paranoid. If I don't know you, and you're not in the church, I will be terrified of you.

One last thing.........

I love the word "scintillating". It's just cool.

Alright, randomness ended. Go back to your lives, citizens.