My Life

Life.... a four letter word that implies the growth and prosperity of a creature.
The dictionary describes it like this: " The condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death."

this may be life, but what about your life... and my life, what is the meaning of that?
To make friends, have fun, be yourself, not worry about the days to come? I don't know about you, but my life is intended to Glorify God, my Strength and my song. He has become my salvation.

This year has been rough for me, it is a constantly increasing in complexity. the fact that it was unstable to begin with, but I have turned, and am now floating smoothly on my way to his arms. and by his, I am referring to Christ, God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit! he is the focus of my life! People have noticed a difference in me. I'm no longer that kid you can talk trash to, and she'll take it with a smile, now I am the one who stands up for those in need. but my fault... my biggest fault, or so I see it, is that I don't care about what happens to ma as long as my family, friends, and faith is protected. I will hurt for them.
Over the past eight or nine months I have grown to respect, and Love my best friend. he has helped me through a lot, and I know I can count on him. sadly he is going away to college for five years come this fall, and I guess it will be skype night when I need him.

Well, there is my drama... thank God for good friends.. or just a blog... it helps too!

Goodnight, and God Bless,
Ruth

A Day with the Girls... and Daddy

"...Dad, it's time for burritos"

Yesterday me, my two younger, yet taller, sisters, and my lovely Dad went fishing and gallivanting through town.

at the Lake

(Left) My youngest sister (12) waiting for my dad (.?.) to get off the phone so they can go to Taco Bell a favorite at my house.

Part of our gallivanting consisted of taking the Boy Scouts of America's (or just the local) job for an hour or so. While the boys slept in their beds,  these three musketeers and their trusted advisor (aka my dad, the man with the money and car) drove through the streets of town terrorizing those poor little boy scouts that so sadly are too short to reach the flag pole holders. I don't have a right to say anything their, considering most of the people 12 and older are taller than me... but, hey I can dream can I not?

After fishing, putting the boy scouts to shame, and listening to my younger sister beg for my dad to get burritos, he finally was outwitted (or just plain tired) from the two younger children whining for food. 

He gave in...

notice the one odd table

Just like the normal, Rose received the wish which she requested... TACO BELL MAN! (or so she would say) the food didn't take long, but my patience when it comes to food has a very low tolerance rating. I have to find entertainment somehow...

This is how. as my little sister sat and played with the different sauce packages, I let out those three little words that no child can say no to "I dare you..", unless they wish to endure the rest of their life being considered chicken of course this was all fun and games, and no sauce packages were hurt during the making of this blog post.

"GROSS!"

"What the..."

I dared her to take down the Fire package, but I do give her slack, I mean, come on she is not this crazy little red head, that I tend to be revealed to the public as.

Well, I am heading off to church with my Good friends. I pray that God blesses your every step today.

"The grace of our Lord was poured out on me abundantly, along with 
the faith and love that are in Christ Jesus."

God Bless, 

Ruth