Fall Festival!!!

Just wanted to drop in again and say that the Fall festival I wrote about below went well!
It was cold, and only some of us had costumes on, but everything turned out as well as could be expected. My 4-H group went there to fund raise, and my sister went practically crazy with the preparations, but we survived to tell about it. There was food, a live band in the warm building, apple-bobbing, face painting and other booths for people to look through. Well, ok, it was slow and not very interesting looking, but the people putting it on had fun! Only a few people came to look and were evidently disappointed. I felt bad for my sister. I think she was so busy though that she didn't really notice much about who came or didn't. I hope that was the case at least...

Anyway, I'm praying for you and thanks for reading this blog. haha

really, really long time no blog...

Wow. What a life I live. Right now, I am having an interesting time. If one is to look at me, I know not what they will think. I guess you could call it personality development? At this point in time, I am being put into many responsibility roles. They are minor for the most part, because I drag my sister into them with me. So you might call them co-chair positions. Then, I come to the realisation that She will soon be going off to college and leaving me. This, in particular, is making me think about my role in society as a young woman. I have been slowly realizing, day after day, week after week, month after month, slow year after slow year, that I am growing up. I heard about it, seen it happen to others in real life and in movies, but it never seemed to be happening to me. I was always the youngest of a group, the one they called 'cutey' for some unimaginable reason. The one that will have more to do and learn before she can understand things properly. After a while, I realised that that condition was not temporary. I am finally in the position to begin to know how little I knew. When one is little, we are under the impression that we know more than anyone thinks we know. Well, that might very well be true, and maybe that is what some people still think from time to time. For me, though, I begin to fear that I know too little to work as a proper person in this day and age. Maybe it's true, maybe it's not. It rather depends on what job I suppose. One of these days though, I know that I am going to be asked a question that I don't understand in the least, and people will be astonished that I don't know; and I, after all this time of thinking I'm grown up, will know that I have not. Is that normal? Is that still being a child? Is that life? The more I contemplate the supernatural, the more I know it is beyond my reach. This existence is a person though. I am convinced of it. I am also convinced that this person, that is beyond my reach, became man. That man knew all the answers and all the questions. He also, I have heard, knows all the hairs on my head. He gave them to me after all. I'm glad someone knows all the things that confuse me and frustrate me. Someone has to. I'm just glad it's not me...