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to be childlike.

0 comments Brought to you by Kate Butt and Alys Face at 3:50 PM

alysssss hereeee.

So, after church today I took my youngest brother, Ryan, to the parade. He's almost ten years younger than me, yet has a personality almost identical to mine.

In the middle of the parade a man who was passing out candy stopped and started talking to him (in a non-creepy way). He said something along the line of "you seem like a really special and unique kid." Here's something that I'm not giving anyone else. He gave Ryan a candy mustache. As odd as it sounds, it made my brother's day. It wasn't so much the fact that someone had given him something, but the fact that he was called special. I hadn't really thought of anything about the situation until he came home and talked about it to both of my parents and my other brother, then proceeded to call our grandmother and cousin, lamenting about how someone had acknowledged him as something other than just "some kid."

There's two things I really thing I can relate to my life out of this.

#1 kids set our example for faith. it's such an awesome time in life. There's so much to be learned from it.
The bible commands us to have childlike faith, though I feel that I don't always understand the depth. living in faith is living in words, no question. If someone came up to me and was like "here's to you, special girl," i'd probably think of it as sarcasm...... or just be really freaked out. We question everything. Perhaps this is what I do to God in similar situations.

#2 Serving Others, Lately, i've felt called to just served in the oddest ways. I absolutely love making people feel that they are appreciated, love, and respected. Like kids, small, nice remarks to others leave a lasting impact. It's one of the best ways to make someone's day.


So yeah, just thought i'd share this! Other than that, life's good! Being stretched. Learning. Although things aren't always easy, I love every second of it. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Shalom.

 

The Little Things

0 comments Brought to you by Kate Butt and Alys Face at 6:31 AM

Kate Butt here.

I'm pretty sure things never work out the way we want them to. Not like, huge things. But little things in our everyday life. It always seems like when I need to get to class on time. I get there late. No matter how early I wake up. I will get stuck behind some OLD woman, or just a stupid driver who actually obeys the speed limit- who does that anymore?? It seems like, whenever, I need to get a paper in or something scanned for this LAME online math course, my printer decides to hate me and stop working all together. BOTH of my printers AND my mom's printer. How does that happen?

It's quite frustrating, to be honest. It's the little things that make me so angry and agitated. Unfortunately, that can put a whole new spin on my day. One minute, I'll be having a great day and the next moment that old woman who obeys the law put a bad taste in my mouth for the rest of the day! ( that sounded gross) Why though? Why is my printer or being late to class a legitimate reason to be pissed off for the rest of the day? The truth is, it isn't. We often focus too much on the little things in life and forgo the big things. We are in a constant state of looking at the negatives, when there are so many fantastic things that God is doing in our lives.

I encourage you to take a step back today and think about all the phenomenal things God has done in your life. It'll brighten your day up.

 

More Shenanigans.

0 comments Brought to you by Kate Butt and Alys Face at 3:53 PM

Alyssface hurrrrr!

So, it's Sunday. Let's recap back to Friday. Friday was b-town coming. Of course another reunion was in order. After grabbing Addison, a blankie, and an um-ber-illa..illa.illa..., I raced to the land of the bears. My first old encounter of the night was Fava Flava. Nothing had changed. He has remained ridiculously hairy and obnoxious. Eventually Katebutt arrived to save my life. Peach Fuzz was in her company. The rain was brutal and we barely failed to survive. We were sure to melt. We stalked old teachers who probably will never forget us, merely for the fact that we drove them crazy on a daily basis. (although, with kushie it had the opposite effect)..... Katebutt imitated cheerleaders. Addison renamed Peach Fuzz as Cinnamon Buns. Nothing totally out of control took place......

It was then time to relocate indoors after the bears dominated.

New spot: applebees ( go figure )

This is where it happened. More stories from the old days were encountered. Much of the time we laughed until it hurt. It was plain amazing. KateButt, Lauryn, and I encountered interesting individuals while checking out the bathroom. Cinnamon Buns and Addison became friends with random people who sang with them. It was plain amazing.

I must now shift my attention to fully waking up from a nap.

Shalom

Alyssface

 

Sapere Aude

0 comments Brought to you by Kate Butt and Alys Face at 10:06 PM

Kate Butt up in this grill.. Let me take it back in time a little.

The Enlightenment– vital part of history. It's quite amazing what innovation will do for a group of people– possibly the world. Innovation is change; change is good. It just takes that one person to think of some crazy idea, and then put it into motion. Newton's law of Inertia did not apply only to physical objects. Once an idea is set into motion, there is an equal reaction to that idea. Once a body of people want change, it is hard to stop that.

The ideals that put the Age of Enlightenment into motion started with the latin phrase, sapere aude, meaning " dare to know". Dare to know. In a world where information was fed by the aristocrats and nobles, the kings and queens, and the Roman Catholic church, it was hard for the average Joe Schmoe to grasp true knowledge. Dare to know. These philosophs– those who wrote during the Enlightenment– had a strong understanding of this phrase. They dug deeper to find out what really was going down– they studied sciences, politics, and so on. They weren't afraid to go up against what the world was feeding them to figure things out on their own.

Dare to know. Think about that. Knowledge is endless. There is no limit to it. How can we simply be content with the knowledge we have now, when there is an unlimited amount out there. I personally have made it a goal of mine to hold myself to a higher standard than those who just go through life aimlessly trusting and believing everything they hear. It is very important to formulate my own ideas in life. I think that this theme, sapere aude, should not only be applied to our everyday life, but to our spiritual life, as well.

I think a lot of us don't want to admit it, but we've allowed our spiritual lives to become just like those before the Enlightenment. We're spoon-fed everything. We sit in sunday morning service, wednesday night service, or small group, and we just listen and then leave. It's routine; it's mechanical. We listen, we agree, and we believe. We believe all of this, without knowing for ourselves. We have become so lackadaisical with our spiritual life, that we've allowed to be fed solely by our pastors and youth pastors or professors or small group leaders. What we learn during a sunday or a wednesday, or whatever, is a supplement for us. It supplements OUR time with God. It is not there to replace our quiet time. We have been fed this information about our God and our faith and we talk about it as if we KNOW it. But in all reality, we don't unless we search it out ourselves. Dare to know. Dare to know our God. Dare to know our faith. For yourself.

On top of that, I think of it this way, our God is an amazing dude. He's pretty sweet. But He's a mysterious guy. There is so much information given to us in that one book, the Bible, about who He is, what kind of qualities He holds, and how much He loves us. But there is so much that is unrevealed. And it's our job to search that out. God is limitless. His qualities are not finite. He is un-quantitative. Perfect knowledge of Him is intangible. He stands outside the bounds of time and knowledge. Just the thought of God's power alone is just enough to make me sit in awe. It is the perfect opportunity for us to delve into that endless knowledge.

It is us, who have to dare to know God. Dare to understand as much as we can about Him. Dare to have a relationship with Him. Dare to know. If we don't dare to know Him and seek Him, how can others? It takes one person to truthfully seek and dare to know God and it will show. Innovation is change; change is good. People see change, they can't deny it. Start a movement that no one can stop.

Shalom. =]

 

The ever encompassing beauty that surrounds and lives in us

0 comments Brought to you by Kate Butt and Alys Face at 6:28 AM

Alyssafaceee hurrr.


So, here I am waiting for chapel to start. I actually just ran into Pastor Steve.

I overslept through small groups last night. LAME!

I had an exam at pretty much the butt-crack of dawn today. Unlike the buttocks of humans, the morning holds a beauty that has yet to be fully discovered. There is a unique stillness the saturates the atmosphere. The sky holds a beautiful hue of a variations of colors. We are here to be in admiration of what surrounds us. There is silence. So many miss this time of the morning because we make the decision to sleep. I find myself so many times incapable of appreciating my surroundings simply because of noise. Nothing particular, just noise.

Lately, I have struggled with the idea of beauty. I feel that this is something that practically every girl in the world deals with at some point, even if many fail to admit it. (If not, you must be a man.) We find all of our imperfections. When we are complimented, we fail to always receive it because of our insecurities and doubts.

So many times, like nature, we are unappreciative of who we are and created to be simply because of noise that surrounds us. This noise includes society and perhaps our own thoughts. We have some superficial level that we feel we need to attain both physically and emotionally to remain beautiful. This is almost an epidemic.

Like the morning sky or nature itself, we take little time to discover the real beauty that is placed inside of us. We make this choice, just as sleeping through the early hours of the morning. We are fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139). God does not merely just place us together. When we fail to recognize that beauty and rather, belittle ourselves, are we not doing the same to God? Our worth is beyond measure. The traits He instills in us are incomparable to that of this world.

Lately I have this passion to reach so many young girls who struggle with this same thing.

I will never be the perfect figure. I will never win a beauty pageant. I am, however, the daughter of a King. I am called to seek out the beauty He has instilled in me. I am called to be a warrior, a encourager. I am a conqueror.

I will never doubt the beauty of my creation. Like the serenity of the morning, I will seek it out.

(No time to edit this- chapels about to start!)

pizzzzeace!

 

Corn Maze Revelations

0 comments Brought to you by Kate Butt and Alys Face at 12:58 AM

So, Kate Butt here, reporting about our crazy evening.

It was more than any normal night. It was a night filled with mischief and revelation. It all started in Sunday morning service– not paying attention, of course. I had not seen my dear friend, Alys Face in many months. I had gone through withdrawal. We sat and talked over tea and crumpets. We talked of cuddle cats, and dead cats. And finally, we came to the conclusion that we must hang out– that evening, with our dear friend Peach Fuzz, at a corn maze. And thus, our story begins...

Twas the night before monday and it was a cold evening, indeed. We went to a cornmaze. Annnd I can't think of anymore rhymes. But anyways, I drove myself and Peach Fuzz to the cornmaze. As we were arriving, we texted Alys Face and questioned her whereabouts. As soon as she had arrived, we ventured into the sea of corn– with my amazing flashlight. The cornmaze was a game to us– stay in as long as we could, without being kicked out. We disobeyed several rules– primarily, rules 1-3. These rules read as followed:

  1. Stay on the established maze paths
  2. Don't cut through the corn
  3. Don't pick, pick-up, or throw any corn
The security– clad in jeans and a lame white sweatshirt– were no match for our high expertise in shenanigans. Only once, were we under direct suspicion of the enemy. Seeing as we were behind enemy lines, we had to be careful. This was war. Using corn as grenades, we lauched our escapade. Although there was a great war going on– there was treasure to be sought. Among the treasures of memories, I found a hat. From a soldier forgotten. His hat is now mine; I carry his burdens of the treacherous corn maze now. It was rough, trekking through the uneven grounds– running from the enemy. It wasn't too soon before we grew hungry and tired. Applebee's was a good solution to ease the tired soul at battle. Seeing as we were deep in enemy territory, we needed to find a way out. Alys Face and I came up with the BRILLIANT and tactful plan of exiting through the side of the corn field– thus breaking rules 1 and 2. It was absolutely brilliant. However, Peach Fuzz was all about a more direct route– the front entrance. It was risky, but we split up. 

Alys Face and I could see it. We could feel it. Escape was at the tips of our frostbitten noses. We heard the cars passing by. We could see the lights. We were free. As soon as we got to the road, I nearly collapsed at the joy. It wasn't until all of these feelings rushed back to reality as we heard an enemy soldier yell across the road, " Next time, use the proper exit". Where were we to go? What were we to do. I had not come this far to become a prisoner of war. We made a run for her car and made it just in time. We had to pick up Peach Fuzz before they got him too. We crossed the street, where Peach Fuzz was located. I hopped out and we both got into my mom's mini van ( not lame at all, my car's inspection is expired. yikes). Our plans were to rendezvous at Applebee's at 2100 sharp. To escape the enemy, I did a swift 180 degree spin in the gravel parking lot– in my mom's minivan. It was EPIC. Peach Fuzz almost crapped his pants. 

But to bring it back to seriousness. The cornmaze was nothing short of amazing. Not only did we have a phenomenal time, and I found a hat. It was a good bonding time. I mean, who doesn't love throwing ears of corn in the pitch dark at random kids who were being obnoxious. From Peach Fuzz getting yelled at by the security guard to cutting our way out of the side of the corn maze, to doing a 180 degree in my mom's minivan. I'm pretty sure they hate us. But it's fine.  That security guard was REALLY freaking creepy though. It's fine. 

Moving onto Applebee's, we had an amazing evening there too. As to be expected. We took our conversations to a deeper, more serious level. It was amazing. Tonight, we had a great time. But more than that. I had a revelation tonight. It was the first time that I was brought back to me. I took a step back tonight. I looked at who I was – that girl I used to be. And I compared that girl, to who I am now. And WOW have I changed. For the good. For the great. But there are some things that I left behind, that I shouldn't have. Things I need to pick back up. I realize, that somewhere along the line my relationship with Christ has dropped onto the back-burner. Not that I've dropped Him all together, no. But I've definitely lost sight of what is important in my life– Jesus, the only thing that's real to me. 

So, I have to give my kudos to Alys Face for bringing that back to me, in a wonderful, much needed time of plain old hanging out. God did the rest.

Shalom. ( lol)

 

Creation: Where we begin.

0 comments Brought to you by Kate Butt and Alys Face at 1:16 PM

Today celebrates a great reunion. A reunion of great people. Of course there's always an adventure involved. Hopefully no one will end up arrested. We cannot make any promises.

Things we've learned this morning:

we LUV yes, L.U.V. cuddle cats.
well, except when they're dead.
the devil tries to eat your cuddle cat.
he has failed to understand that it has no soul.
remove infant before folding stroller.
we need to learn how to fix ourselves with professional help.
this is all wrong, just like kicking girls or little dogs.

Will add to our little knowledge later.

 

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