Forever

I haven't posted a blog in forever. Just thought I should let you know...in case you were worried like, "oh no! why hasn't Katie posted a blog in forever?!" So don't worry, I know - I know.

My Longing

I long so badly to lead worship for a group of people who don't even need a leader....to be at the front end of people running after God. It would be such a beautiful sound if I didn't have to even sing.

Random thought. I love worship. I love God. I love people who don't just walk, but run after Him.

1:42 a.m.

I miss my boyfriend.

Genesis 8:21

So random thought.  I was reading Genesis the other day, reading about the first altar that Noah made to God, but something caught my eye.  Within verse 21, God says that we all have a bent mind from the time we're born...for some reason I thought this was kind of humorous; the fact that God knows that we're messed up from the beginning of life - I just thought it was some sort of sarcasm...I don't know...haha!


"I'll never again curse the ground because of people. I know they have this bent toward evil from an early age, but I'll never again kill off everything living as I've just done.

    For as long as Earth lasts,
      planting and harvest, cold and heat,
   Summer and winter, day and night
      will never stop."

Growing Up

People say what you want in life changes as you grow older.  But I can see myself sticking to the things that I want in life.  I grew up with pretty big sibling gaps within my family, and being the baby, I learned to grow up fast.  I may not know things about money and some every day life, but I know the deep stuff.  I have some type of plan for my career, I know what I'd like in my future spouse and marriage, and I know my relationship with Jesus Christ.  I heard somewhere that the last born child is always the one for the center of attention (so true, even when I try not to be, I am).  And that they always take chances and have a more optimistic view of the world.  Usually they move out younger and are content afterwards.. That is how I'm feeling right now.  Not that I don't love my family, but everyone is starting to leave or move on with their lives....and I feel like I'm ready too.  Maybe I'm just crazy.  But my parents are older, their ready to be grandparents, not parents.  I don't really know the point of this, I think what made me mad was that my mom flipped a lid on me because I didn't tell her the real price of something that I bought with my own money.. how am I supposed to act older if my mom is checking up on how much money I spend on shoes? Blah. So all of this to write: I've decided to move into the basement. Haha, not the most ideal place, but better than right upstairs with mommy and daddy.  Plus, since I'm doing this whole nursing thing, I'll need room to study...I can't even fit a desk in my room that I have now.  Anyways, I'm done ranting. Goodnight!