tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57190371817903743582024-03-12T16:26:57.711-07:00Growing in GraceI am a true sinner that deserves God's wrath but has been given God's grace. A sinner, Growing in Grace. I am cleansed by Christ's death on the cross, made alive through His resurrection, and am now a daughter of the King.Hailey Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04094925031635453262noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719037181790374358.post-23577424650616796072014-03-18T10:12:00.000-07:002014-03-18T10:12:50.282-07:00The Glory of a Garden; When the typical "Mission Trip High" is substituted with a heavy heart.<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
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choice of environment for perfect existence and holy communion with man. We
have soiled His oasis ground with the sinful soil of our self-sufficient
hearts. Broken limbs lie rotten, making vulnerable the flower beds which had perfectly
rested under their shade. The tulips droop with sorrow, begging to put their
heads back into the ground from which they came. The freedom of the morning dew
reminds the plants that despite their constant fight against gravity, God has
not forgotten about them. Gravity always wins in our severed and sinful garden.
No matter how much anti-aging cream you apply to your face at night, how much
recording of daily routine experiences you write down, or how often you
exercise that six pack that you’re desperately trying to get before summer,
wrinkles will outline your facial features, your memory will fade with changing
routines of different life phases, and let’s be honest, too much definition accompanying
your wrinkles will make you look like a day old doughnut. </span></span></div>
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fellow students during our Spring break. We spent the week helping out in the
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Down there we were able to beautify the living situations of a
few families, whose gardens (figurative) had overgrown to the point of helplessness.
Kentucky is nicknamed the “Bluegrass State” because of the wealthy soil that yields
healthy pasture land with plentiful bluegrass. Despite the nutrient-wealthy
soil, the community that we served was poverty-stricken. The brokenness filled
my heart with a heavy sorrow. A friend from the trip expressed what he was
feeling by saying that the way his heart breaks for the community in need is
the way God looks at us. God’s heart breaks with the brokenness that He sees in
our lives. However, when we come to him with our thorny branches, He puts roses
on the ends. Amidst the path of broken garden stones our God, the perfect
potter, creates new life and resurrection. He brings us back to a garden existence
as our hearts our nourished through His love. Having the opportunity to tangibly
improve the brokenness that a family was living in will be impressed on my
heart for a long time. And as I consider what we did, I know that in the same
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not been blessed with the gift of creatively expressing my thoughts through
beautiful words so I’m sorry if my writing was a bit sloppy. Praise God for
those English majors because I’m not one of them. But, what I think I’m trying
to say is that we are only here for a short amount of time. And these 3.5
seconds that we exist in the great scheme of the world’s existence are vital. It
can either be a constant combat with gravity, or a proclamation of thanksgiving
in our completely submission to the supreme God. Submission is not a thing that
we should fear or fight, in regards to giving up of ourselves to Jesus.
Remember, He loves gardens. He wants our lives to grow, blossom, be nourished
with beautiful friendships, and bask in the glory of his presence. He wants to
redeem ANY malnourished roots in our hearts into a healthy tree ripe with fruit. So, let's let Him. Let's use the resources of each other to plow our soil and get rid of the sin in our hearts. Let's grow together and produce fruit for God's glory, so we can better help others. Let the brokenness be used for motivation and not discouragement! (Check out Joshua 1:9 -good stuff!) God wants it redeemed just as much as we do. And He has placed us on the earth to help with just that. </span></span></div>
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North Dakota January- these words should never align. </div>
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A bitter chill the only brew, and a warm end there is no sign.</div>
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when all that kept me from college fell through,</div>
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A garden of waiting was sown, in queries of what do I do? </div>
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the friends that know this first hand with every free hour you seek.</div>
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And the family, a thousand miles away, </div>
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might know my love despite distance, is what I pray.</div>
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Moving home in May</div>
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with the apple blossoms in full array </div>
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meant leaving good friends in the oil field.</div>
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A tearful transition, but a necessary yield.</div>
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My God faithful watches no matter where I stand.</div>
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And I watched as He gently took my hand.</div>
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He began to show me the importance of waiting</div>
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too often a process I'm tempted towards hating. </div>
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Waiting; "missing out" it taunts.</div>
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But, "Sweetly broken,</div>
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Holy surrender."</div>
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This, with joy, is our only response.</div>
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To Chicago, He led me,</div>
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A windy but glorious city.</div>
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With sweet friends I thank him for </div>
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and a new time of life to adore.</div>
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A period of waiting has been this past year<br />but the blessings ensued allow me to hear<br />my heavenly father's wishes to quiet my heart<br />and "Be still child, I know what this new year will start."<br />
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It's the simplest of love songs, but it's all our hearts can take.</div>
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And though we lose our stake,</div>
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even in the smallest places, can a garden grow"</div>
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Adieu to the memorable 2013<br />
this hastened year of much growing.<br />
Hello to an unknown 2014,<br />
Lord, keep me close through the seeds you are sowing.<br />
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Hailey Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04094925031635453262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719037181790374358.post-16650828098714876472012-12-25T14:37:00.003-08:002012-12-25T14:46:33.392-08:00<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Reminiscing the goodness of God's grace over my recent past, I gaze out the spacious picture window at the scene set before me. Snowflakes settle gently outside, nonthreatening in appearance and yet their presence keeps me curled up in my new Christmas fleece. I enjoy the white glory from the warm indoors as a cup of tea rests in my lap, content. The mountains in the not-so-distant distance continually direct my thoughts to upward praises. Where they should be on this holiday celebration. A current undertaking of mine, the recipient of my free time, is the book, "Great Expectations" by Charles Dickens. I have never considered reading to be an undertaking, it has always been a pleasure, until it became an activity for which I could not find time. As I read of Pip's personal struggles with the difference of where he finds himself in life and where he would like to be, I am caught up in thoughts of comparison in my own life. I would like to be a better daughter, sister, friend. I have great expectations for my life, which I have yet to meet. As, I assume, many others hope to see personal growth in areas of their own lives, I want to spread a message of hope for this often discouraging undertaking. There is One who has met all expectations, not only of His own, but of a Holy Triune God. Jesus Christ came to this earth, as a baby. He lived a perfect life on this stained and sinful world.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The anticipation has ceased today with the birth of a long awaited King, and yet the anticipation of His return continues. The Christmas story is one of Joy. What expectations do we have that Jesus has not proceeded in fulfillment? We need not fear the unknown future, or relive a past with our King in power.</span><br />
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Hailey Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04094925031635453262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719037181790374358.post-7256453785596630282011-11-10T08:50:00.000-08:002011-11-10T10:29:46.241-08:00Searching for Love.<div class="MsoNormal">In school, my teachers always said never to preface your work with a disclaimer. Well, here's my disclaimer...<br />
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I wrote this a few weeks ago on the way to Edinburgh for travel weekend. I forgot about it and just found it today. I wasn’t going to post it but then I thought, why not? I reread what I had written and was encouraged by it. Even though these were my thoughts from two weeks ago, they're still true. I hope this post will serve as an encouragement to anyone who might read it.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">October 28, 2011. A busy bus through the English countryside. The sun streams through the windows and lights up roadside fields. IPods plugged in, conversations buzzing. Edinburgh excitement is in the air. 5 weeks into school and 6 weeks until Christmas. I count my blessings and give thanks.<br />
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Thanks for being thousands of miles away from home?<br />
Thanks for the homesick feelings and loneliness felt all too often in the past weeks?<br />
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A verse runs through my mind, “Whoever loves his father and mother more than me, is not worthy of me.”<br />
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Wait. Isn’t Love a fruit of the Spirit? Since when does it separate us from God? Imperfect, selfish love leads to unsatisfied, ungrateful longings. I want to experience perfect love. The only one who can offer a life of perfect love is He who is love. Leaving everyone I know and moving to a different country hasn’t been as wonderful as I thought. It’s been difficult, frustrating, lonely. It’s been life changing. But amidst the darkness, God speaks. He always comforts. Always provides.<br />
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And as I stand in the dark, I have a hand to hold. I am thankful to be away from everyone I know because I grasp His hand tighter. I can step forward completely trusting in His faithfulness as I gaze back on past memories. I am thankful for all I have at home. I am so thankful I have people to miss! A new mindset guides my steps. A mindset of thankfulness. Gratitude for everything. Perfect love. I tell myself I will never take anything for granted. But, I know I will fail. And even when I fail, he loves me. –Perfect love. Life changing, and I get to experience this?<br />
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<i>“Whoever loves his father or mother more than me is not worthy of me.”</i><br />
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I had to move to a different continent to fully understand the importance of this verse. And from thousands of miles away, my heart is warmed. He holds my heart. Perfect love is no longer a search. It's written in the every day of life. As I count my blessings, I see God’s hand.<br />
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</div>Hailey Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04094925031635453262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719037181790374358.post-78651523196498989032011-10-02T09:21:00.000-07:002011-10-02T09:23:22.817-07:00Update after a hard weekReality- This week has been a roller coaster. A crazy tilt-a-whirl of emotions swirling, ranging from nerves and excitement, to exhaustion and a bit of hopelessness. I thought I would make it through the first week of school without crying, until that dream came crashing down about an hour ago. In all truthfulness it was just a few tears, explainable because my brother is going into surgery tomorrow, and I won't be able to talk to him until afterwords due to the drastic time difference and such. It also doesn't help that I'm sick, and that there's e a mold problem in the entry way where I'm living... Yeah it's gross! Despite the few tears flooding my eyes this afternoon, I've spent most of my first week happily enjoying the beautiful, record autumn high temperatures for England, and the peaceful fields filled with sheep surrounding the school. Yesterday I walked through the Lake District and saw some of the prettiest countryside I have ever seen! It's raining right now for the first time since being here but I'm comfortably curled up, and eating ritz crackers with peanut butter and chocolate spread. My sunshine for the day. I've met some great people and have made some close friends. But most importantly, the Lord has already revealed many things in my heart, that in order to draw closer to him, I must completely surrender to Him. He has pointed out robber's dens in my soul and giving them up to Him, I am constantly reminded of His undying, unconditional love. Even in the first week, I have grown closer to God... Growing in Grace. I am learning that He truly does grant blessings to me which are sufficient for each new day. While spending some time alone in the Bible the other day, a verse in 1 Corinthians stuck with me and I wanted to share it. <br />
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1 Corinthians 3: 7-9, "So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything, but only God who gives the growth. He who plants and He who waters are one, and each will receive his wages according to his labor. For we are God's fellow worker's, God's field, God's building."</div><div style="text-align: left;">What does it mean to be God's field or God's building? Well I think it has something to do with the fact that this journey, life on earth, is simply the test. I miss home, but I have to remind myself that even home for me, 2570 Golf dr., is not home. Heaven is my home. I am a part of God's field on earth but He is the one who sows the seed and reaps the crop. Sometimes the crop in my life is thin and at other times it's abundant. But I don't need to worry about whether or not it can be harvested because that's God's job. He is the Master. The farmer who resows and fertilizes when the crop does not produce what is expected. And as he looks down at my pitiful field, He sees Jesus' perfection. In so doing, God continues to be gracious and loving.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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Flight two, Seattle to Minneapolis... I only cried once when, "Leaving on a jet plane" by John Denver played as my ipod was on shuffle. If you've never heard that song, look it up and you'll understand. Instant tears. I sat next to a girl who had just graduated from college and was flying to London by herself as well. Striking up a conversation, I quickly learned that she was a foreign exchange student to France when she was my age. We had a lot in common and sitting by her helped me to get excited for my time abroad. God is so good! <br />
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Flight three, from Minneapolis to London... I sat next to a grandfatherly older man who has flown to England three times a year for the past 30 years! He grew up in England and told me all about the customs process that I would encounter upon UK entry, which I was nervous about. His help calmed my nerves. God is so good!<br />
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I landed in London. Walked right up to the customs gate without having to wait in a que, because if you enter the UK as a student, you have your own line. The border patrol guy who checked my passport and documents was super nice. He even asked what my future plans were when I returned to the States! Everything went smoothly and I am so thankful! <br />
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It's one in the morning, and I fear the time change is going to be difficult to get used to! But tomorrow will be a very exciting, jam-packed day of sightseeing, and I know I will have many stories to share afterwords...<br />
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God is always good!Hailey Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04094925031635453262noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719037181790374358.post-75145318839568227492011-09-14T20:14:00.000-07:002011-09-15T21:43:53.598-07:00Beginning the Adventure...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I leave for England in 6 days! Nervous? Yes! Excited? Also yes. I plan on using my blog to share my stories, experiences, challenges, and of course, adventures! I can't wait to see how God uses me over there, and changes me into a greater servant for His kingdom! I started packing today and I realized that it's going to be difficult. Nothing I can't handle however, there might be some sitting on the luggage to fit it all in and some definite praying that my carry-on is actually allowed as such. It's harder then I thought it would be because I don't know what to expect. I've never lived in England before. With limited room at the school, I have to really make sure that what I bring is practical. I can't bring all of my coats(I have a thing for winter coats in case you didn't know) and I can only bring one pair of heels. Heartbreaking, I know. I started packing, and I didn't get far. As you can see, I got a little distracted...</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IMrkf7HtceY/TnFTcBwREzI/AAAAAAAAABE/8BEYoBzSdrw/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IMrkf7HtceY/TnFTcBwREzI/AAAAAAAAABE/8BEYoBzSdrw/s400/027.JPG" width="383" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Side note- I've always wanted to own a cute vintage boutique! I had a lot of fun with this... (It's supposed to be ridiculous, if you didn't catch that)<br />
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These are things that I'm bringing to England with me. I got the rain boots and the luggage for my birthday so now I'm set! I'm really glad that I know my parents love me because I can't think of many other cases where giving your kid a set of suitcases for their 18th birthday would be considered an act of love. Thankfully, in this case it is! I know that as I leave the country I go with the prayers, encouragements, and blessings of everyone back home. This picture shows what I'm taking with me but, it doesn't show what I'm leaving behind. Even though I'm excited for my adventures abroad, part of my heart, a big part, will always be at home with my family, friends, at The River Academy, and with everyone who has been involved somehow in my life! If you fit into this category, which if you're reading this then you probably do, know that I will be thinking and missing you as I'm away.<br />
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This is a quote from the amazing book on the ground in the picture. "The human side in us fears the unknown, Lord. Give us the faith we need to step out of our dim caves and into your guiding light." -Corrie Ten Boom 'Each New Day'. I would covet any prayers over the next week as I seek this faith mentioned and trust in God for all I need.<br />
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First of all, I don't think anyone can truly appreciate vending until they've worked a vending cart themselves!<br />
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Over the last two summers I have been involved in vending for a local amphitheater as part of a fundraiser for trips to Europe. Yesterday, our group worked a two night concert and it got me thinking. I honestly believe that no one can fully appreciate the job of vending until they've tried it themselves. Let me explain...<br />
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Just to start it off right, we vendors get to wear lovely bright orange shirts that for some reason, only come in the size, XL.<br />
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After pushing our big carts stocked full of drinks and ice up a huge hill, because it's absolutely necessary that the thoughtful Gorge employees stock the carts at the bottom and not at the top, we vendors set up our drink stands and wait for the crowd.<br />
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Now I have a question, Have you ever tried to sell a bottle of water for four dollars? I'm not talking about a jug of water, or one of those high-end 'smart' waters. No, I'm talking about a simple 20 fl oz. Dasani bottle of water.<br />
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Or how about a Powerade for $6.50?<br />
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Or a Coke for $5.25? Yes that's right, not $5 and not $6. But, just to make it easy for us I'm sure, the price is $5.25.<br />
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A thing I've learned working in vending about people is that everyone, and I truly do mean EVERYONE, feels like they need to comment. After a number of rude and unnecessary comments, you get really good at saying things like, "I'm sorry, I don't make the prices," or trying to explain that "it's a good deal because I won't take your cap away." I just now realized the irony of that last comment!<br />
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I've also learned that you can't deal with people without dealing with creeps. Especially as a vendor working a cart by myself. Here's a few examples...<br />
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I once had a guy who told me that, "We would all, one day, be angels and fly around and be happy." He also asked me if it creeped me out that he could read my thoughts. He eventually left to go find, "my boyfriend." Only then did I doubt his telepathy powers considering that I don't actually have a boyfriend.<br />
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This one's a gem...<br />
Old guy walking past: "Hey! Can I adopt you?"<br />
Me: "Ummm"<br />
Old guy walking past: "Cause I would take you home and snuggle with you for forever."<br />
Old guy's old wife: "He means like babysit."<br />
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Or, yesterday I had a guy come up to me and sniff my shoulder. No joke. He stood there with his nose against my shoulder, sniffing me. I didn't say anything because I was at a complete loss for words. After contenting himself with the smell of my shoulder he explained, "You know, you should take this as a complement. I'm only messing with you because you're pretty." Hmm... Maybe he should work on his wooing approach.<br />
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I've worked about 20 concerts as a vendor and I've learned that stupid people do and say stupid things. My approach in dealing with stupid people, try as hard as possible to make light of every situation.<br />
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I should be a Union representative for the vendors of the Gorge Amphitheater. Please refrain from making rude comments while purchasing a drink. Yes, I do accept tips, and enjoy the show.Hailey Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04094925031635453262noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719037181790374358.post-76731696629373812012011-06-09T17:58:00.000-07:002011-09-14T20:20:12.605-07:00TRAnsition StagesIt's official! I'm a graduate! Ever since I moved the annoying tassels on my cap from the left side to the right I have been singing Alice Cooper's famous "School's out for the summer" with an emphasis on the part, School's out forever! Even though it's only really just beginning! This week has actually been pretty hard for me. I learned something about myself.<br />
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I don't like change.<br />
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I mean, I'll embrace it when I have to but I definitely don't look forward to it. And man, this week has been a week of change. Probably the biggest in my life.<br />
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Just to demonstrate how much I dislike change I'll briefly explain what I have been doing this week. After blowing through about fifty 'Thank You' cards and even suffering from a paper cut on my lip because of my vigorous envelope licking, I didn't have much to do. So, if you know me at all you can probably guess what I did.<br />
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I went to school.<br />
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Yes I did just graduate, and no I do not have to go to school. This was completely a matter of choice and I have been to school every day this week. Whether it's been to play frisbee, help in third grade, pull a Senior prank, or just hang out, I have been there. The teachers all thought they got rid of me, but they were wrong. I feel a little strange walking the oh-so-familiar halls not as a student but as alumni. Yeah that word just hasn't sunken in yet... <i>Alumni</i>.<br />
I don't like change because it means that I have to give up what I am comfortable with; that I have to step out on a branch, trusting that it won't break. But I guess without change, no one will ever get anywhere.<br />
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Here's what I've learned. No matter what changes in my life, God stays the same. He will ALWAYS be there for me and I can find my hope in Him. I know that wherever I go, whoever I meet, and whatever I do, God will be there to guide me, protect me, and change my life for the better.<br />
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So maybe, just maybe, change is a blessing, even though it's hard.Hailey Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04094925031635453262noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719037181790374358.post-53050898030056862112011-02-28T00:35:00.000-08:002011-03-03T19:43:51.590-08:00Saying Goodbye<div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">May it please the court. Yesterday, a good friend of mine passed away. Someone that I was really close to. Her name was, Prosecuting Attorney, Hailey Ghiglia. I know this might sound weird, but Mock Trial has been what I’ve looked forward to most for the past five years. I started as a small and semi unimportant witness in eighth grade, but just to be a part of the team was so exciting. As a security guard, Wavie Davie, started my love affair with Mock Trial. I looked at the older and experienced attorneys on the team in awe, wondering if I would ever be able to deliver a Closing Argument. Wondering if I would ever be as good as them.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Through the years, I have had many amazing memories because of this competition. I was a witness for three years and an attorney for four years, with two years of double duty.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Two years ago we won first place at our district competition. We then went on to place fourth at state. Last year we won third place at state with twenty teams competing. We victoriously held up our trophy and screamed until our voices were gone. This was the best feeling. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Yesterday was our district competition. We went in to the trials with an amazing team. One of the best teams we’ve ever had at Districts. Ever. We were confident through all of our trials, and anxiously anticipating with excitement the announcement of the teams that would continue. Everyone on the team performed to their best ability. There were no weak links to our team.. It was easy to see that we were one of the most prepared teams there. If not THE most. The awards ceremony drew near and my nerves began. Three of our attorneys received best witness awards, and four of our witnesses. Things were looking good. The announcer said, “Tri-Cities Prep third place. Richland High second place. And the winner of this year’s district competition who will be continuing on to State, (drum roll please), Kennewick High School.” Wait??? I don’t understand! He must have accidentally read the schools incorrectly, because he didn’t call our name! Then I realized what happened. Everything began to click. We weren’t going to state. We had lost, and now I had to get a grip. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> After a very soppy and tear-filled car ride with the other girls from the team(our poor driver), a full night of uninterrupted rest, and a day to muse over everything, I can finally clearly make sense of it all. Well maybe not ALL, but some. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> It seems like things don’t always turn out as expected. I thought I had already learned this which ironically shows how necessary this loss was. It seems like Solomon might have known what he was talking about when he wisely said “Do not boast about tomorrow for you do not know what tomorrow will bring.” It seems like, as hard as this is, we needed a lesson in humility. And this experience was extremely humbling. In fact, I can safely say that I have never felt more humbled in my life. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not making the incredibly false claim of saying that I am humble. I am only saying that this was the most humbling experience. We got fourth out of five teams. That hurts. A lot.</span></div><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Even though we lost, I am so proud of our team. Everyone worked so hard. Everyone performed so well. We gave it our all, and that was all we could give. Now, I have to pass my role. I am passing it to the next lead attorneys. To the eighth or ninth grader that wonders if they will ever deliver a Closing. I’ll let you in on a little secret, “It’s not that hard, if I can do it, so can you!" (Also, don’t ever confuse a ‘Side Bar’, with a ‘Bench Press.’) To the future River Academy Mock Trialer’s, enjoy this position </span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and compete well, giving ALL the glory to God. May it please the court…</span></span>Hailey Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04094925031635453262noreply@blogger.com6