Good Morning.
A beautiful friend of mine gave me the devotional book, Jesus Calling, a couple of months ago. I was thankful to receive it and it was very sweet of her to gift it to me, but I had my own thoughts on it actually. Jesus Calling? Why is this devotional so popular? Why is everybody talking about it? How can someone write from the perspective of God and apply it to everybody? I'm not reading that.
Well, I started reading it and you know, it's been pretty amazing how relevant this book has been. Just this past Sunday some friends and I went running together and then we read the devotional from this book for the date and the conversations we just shared and other themes, connected with that days' devotional! How interesting/intriguing is that? I think I'm a changed person. I don't know if I'll go public with this yet, but I'm actually really enjoying this book, Jesus Calling. ;)
Like today, I wanted there to be more for me to read. Today is June 18th. Here are some captivating words:
If you trust that My plans are to prosper you and not to harm you, you can relax and enjoy the present moment.
Well, when you put it like that! If I did trust The Lord and His Word, then yes, it says that He has good plans for me. So why do I not stand on these promises?
Which brings me to a rather huge problem: I need new eyes.
Sounds messy. I'm rather serious, though. When I read the Scriptures, it hardly does anything to me, I don't understand it, I don't believe it, I don't recognize how it pertains to me and that this, these words and promises that are believed to be from God are everything.
I need this prayer from Ephesians for me. I need new eyes like someone reading the Word of God for the first, desperate time; Ephesians 1:3-8 (I need to feel excitement about this) & Ephesians 1:18-...on.
Kyla-Rae
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Monday, May 28, 2012
Post-past Update
Hello everybody! The last time I tried to log on to my blog site, I was redirected to my local community college's website or something like that. It was odd. On the contrary, today when I tried to log-in here it was easy peasy! So, coolio ;)
Lots has changed, I feel. Though I still have the same yearnings as always. I still crave the name of Montana and the theory of my experience when I visit that state. I'm still involved in AMTC, though I'm kind of in an "off-season" (though that's no excuse!). I am preparing for the Winter Convention and the Summer Convention has yet to happen so I definitely feel under the radar. However, I'm still in that...I still love to bake and cook! Yesterday I returned from visiting one of my favorite places in the world which is the cottage my Grandpa and Grandma built and provided their family to enjoy. It's in White Hall, MI and that is where my relatives and I congregate in the summer. So I still love love that place and my family there.
On the other hand I'm not working at my church like I have been since I've been 16 years old. I worked at a gas station for 3 days and I have been extended a gracious opportunity to work with my sister at a health and fitness facility, but I think I'm going to decline that offer. There is this quote from C.S. Lewis that splashed me when I read it: “The homemaker has the ultimate career. All other careers exist for one purpose only - and that is to support the ultimate career. ”
I like this quote and I've thought about it since months ago when I read it. I don't want to sell things to people. I've been cleanings things for an income which I don't mind and I get some satisfaction from. I've watched and cared for people's kids and I enjoy that as well. And finally, I've settled on a business that has surrounded me for longer than I realized. (Warning! This is a long entry!)
In 5th grade I was 10 years old. The summer following 5th grade, I turned 11 in August. By my 11th birthday when my family spent the day at Brookfield Zoo, my memories include me sipping on Root Beer soda and my mom begging me to eat half of a turkey sandwich while we waited for the dolphin show. I dramatically refused the sandwich. Since the beginning of that summer, I had lost a fair amount of weight. Growing up I was always a "seal" with a thick layer of chub to provide my beautiful childhood with energy and my layers were also the result of taking rich pleasure in eating. I was self-conscious of my chubby body, but it was what it was...
I got braces put on when I was 10 years old. That's a good time to lose weight right? I mean people expect you to lose weight when you get braces put on. I read a book about a girl who was "diagnosed with anorexia". That doesn't make sense, how do you get "diagnosed" with eating too little? My 10 yr. old self thought, "That's silly. What I'm going to do is not eat as much as I can control, and when I'm thin I'll just start eating again. Duh!"
So I made it my ultimate mission for that summer to concentrate on not eating, and getting skinny! And it was on my 11th birthday in August where my first memories lie of my mother encouraging me to eat. Previous to this memory, I was getting compliments on my slimming figure that summer. I enjoyed that. I was enjoying immensely my thinning figure and the compliments and confidence and control I was feeling. "Mama, what are you trying to do, making me eat that sandwich? I'm on a roll, now!"
Maybe I'll write more about my journey another time. The point that lies in my experience of anorexia lies where my mother and I started seeing a dietician. This dietician was a Juice Plus distributor and it was during my 6th grade year when I was 11 yrs. old when my parents bought the Juice Plus nutritional shake so they could make shakes for me to provide more calories. I'm now 20 years old and I really love that Juice Plus shake powder. It hasn't been a consistent usage of Juice Plus since 11 to now at 20 years old. In high school I went through another "flip". I still didn't have a healthy relationship with food; I gorged myself and attempted other means of control over my body through food and exercise, etc. I still live with some of these demons, but in most cases, life is a marathon not a race, right?
Really my point through this post was to say that I will be investing in the product of Juice Plus and talking about it with people. There are so many nutritional lies out there and because I have the privilege to live in America and be an American (Yay, I appreciate America!), I also see the imbalance I have experienced and see in others, where depression and longings are lathered and subdued with American-dream prizes like food, isolation, and material possessions.
The essential product that Juice Plus provides is that of 17 different fruits, vegetables, and grains that is proven to do so much for our body. Numerous real-life testimonies of the benefits of Juice Plus can be shared on how Juice Plus has positively effected people. Trust-worthy and prestigious studies have been done on how Juice Plus along with a diet of whole fruits and vegetables, gives various diseases a serious run for their money, curing plenty of cases, or at least severely limiting the negative effects of disease.
Well anyways, I'm on a journey now with the product of Juice Plus, going back to God's food from the Earth including fruits and vegetables. If I would "sell" anything, it's the hope and security each human has in a God that is their biggest advocate, Jesus Christ. Underneath that concept, health and well-being effect people's emotional and physical and spiritual health so I'm eager to learn about the health and nutrition field too.
So, I'm on the road again... ;) I'll blog again soon, I hope. Another thing to ponder, that has stuck with me, is 1 Corinthians 7:32-35. Hmmm, any reflections on that, baby? Quickly I say that there is truth in that while a married person is anxious to please the spouse, the unmarried are anxious to please the Lord. There is good and purpose for both lifestyles!
With gratitude for my Grandfather's cottage and God's Grace and Ingeniousness,
Miss Rae (aka Kyla ;) )
Lots has changed, I feel. Though I still have the same yearnings as always. I still crave the name of Montana and the theory of my experience when I visit that state. I'm still involved in AMTC, though I'm kind of in an "off-season" (though that's no excuse!). I am preparing for the Winter Convention and the Summer Convention has yet to happen so I definitely feel under the radar. However, I'm still in that...I still love to bake and cook! Yesterday I returned from visiting one of my favorite places in the world which is the cottage my Grandpa and Grandma built and provided their family to enjoy. It's in White Hall, MI and that is where my relatives and I congregate in the summer. So I still love love that place and my family there.
On the other hand I'm not working at my church like I have been since I've been 16 years old. I worked at a gas station for 3 days and I have been extended a gracious opportunity to work with my sister at a health and fitness facility, but I think I'm going to decline that offer. There is this quote from C.S. Lewis that splashed me when I read it: “The homemaker has the ultimate career. All other careers exist for one purpose only - and that is to support the ultimate career. ”
I like this quote and I've thought about it since months ago when I read it. I don't want to sell things to people. I've been cleanings things for an income which I don't mind and I get some satisfaction from. I've watched and cared for people's kids and I enjoy that as well. And finally, I've settled on a business that has surrounded me for longer than I realized. (Warning! This is a long entry!)
In 5th grade I was 10 years old. The summer following 5th grade, I turned 11 in August. By my 11th birthday when my family spent the day at Brookfield Zoo, my memories include me sipping on Root Beer soda and my mom begging me to eat half of a turkey sandwich while we waited for the dolphin show. I dramatically refused the sandwich. Since the beginning of that summer, I had lost a fair amount of weight. Growing up I was always a "seal" with a thick layer of chub to provide my beautiful childhood with energy and my layers were also the result of taking rich pleasure in eating. I was self-conscious of my chubby body, but it was what it was...
I got braces put on when I was 10 years old. That's a good time to lose weight right? I mean people expect you to lose weight when you get braces put on. I read a book about a girl who was "diagnosed with anorexia". That doesn't make sense, how do you get "diagnosed" with eating too little? My 10 yr. old self thought, "That's silly. What I'm going to do is not eat as much as I can control, and when I'm thin I'll just start eating again. Duh!"
So I made it my ultimate mission for that summer to concentrate on not eating, and getting skinny! And it was on my 11th birthday in August where my first memories lie of my mother encouraging me to eat. Previous to this memory, I was getting compliments on my slimming figure that summer. I enjoyed that. I was enjoying immensely my thinning figure and the compliments and confidence and control I was feeling. "Mama, what are you trying to do, making me eat that sandwich? I'm on a roll, now!"
Maybe I'll write more about my journey another time. The point that lies in my experience of anorexia lies where my mother and I started seeing a dietician. This dietician was a Juice Plus distributor and it was during my 6th grade year when I was 11 yrs. old when my parents bought the Juice Plus nutritional shake so they could make shakes for me to provide more calories. I'm now 20 years old and I really love that Juice Plus shake powder. It hasn't been a consistent usage of Juice Plus since 11 to now at 20 years old. In high school I went through another "flip". I still didn't have a healthy relationship with food; I gorged myself and attempted other means of control over my body through food and exercise, etc. I still live with some of these demons, but in most cases, life is a marathon not a race, right?
Really my point through this post was to say that I will be investing in the product of Juice Plus and talking about it with people. There are so many nutritional lies out there and because I have the privilege to live in America and be an American (Yay, I appreciate America!), I also see the imbalance I have experienced and see in others, where depression and longings are lathered and subdued with American-dream prizes like food, isolation, and material possessions.
The essential product that Juice Plus provides is that of 17 different fruits, vegetables, and grains that is proven to do so much for our body. Numerous real-life testimonies of the benefits of Juice Plus can be shared on how Juice Plus has positively effected people. Trust-worthy and prestigious studies have been done on how Juice Plus along with a diet of whole fruits and vegetables, gives various diseases a serious run for their money, curing plenty of cases, or at least severely limiting the negative effects of disease.
Well anyways, I'm on a journey now with the product of Juice Plus, going back to God's food from the Earth including fruits and vegetables. If I would "sell" anything, it's the hope and security each human has in a God that is their biggest advocate, Jesus Christ. Underneath that concept, health and well-being effect people's emotional and physical and spiritual health so I'm eager to learn about the health and nutrition field too.
So, I'm on the road again... ;) I'll blog again soon, I hope. Another thing to ponder, that has stuck with me, is 1 Corinthians 7:32-35. Hmmm, any reflections on that, baby? Quickly I say that there is truth in that while a married person is anxious to please the spouse, the unmarried are anxious to please the Lord. There is good and purpose for both lifestyles!
With gratitude for my Grandfather's cottage and God's Grace and Ingeniousness,
Miss Rae (aka Kyla ;) )
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Not my most flattering.
Facebook is rather lonely. And odd. And full of questions and assumptions.
I'm currently finding health/fitness/& nutrition really annoying and frustrating.
In addition to finding desire rather annoying and frustrating.
Ok, let me tell you. I just scrolled down for a good number of minutes so I could see his name and click on his page, but not sink low enough to actually typing in his name anymore and finding him that way. You know what I mean? I shouldn't have told you that. I'll probably regret it. I'll also probably regret eating something now because I want to not eat in order to feel smooth and clear; to feel, understand, appreciate - MAN! Commercials, today, are GOOOOD! Examples: Panera Bread, AT&T, and I'll finish this tangent when another good commercial intrudes on my thoughts - my other senses. Smell, touch, sensations. (I ate some fruit).
Oh, and I'm finding the new iPad commercial ridiculous. First reaction. And THE BIG BANG THEORY IS FREAKIN HILARIOUS!!!!
Earlier today when I was skipping my work-out, my mind was full of things I wanted to say. To type. To write. This is so the age of short sentences and big spaces. Isn't it?
I need to write a Personal Statement kind of thing for my application to massage school. And then I was thinking-what if I don't want to do massage? I don't feel like massaging anybody right now. I feel ("felt", because I thought these things awhile ago) like standing in this shower, letting the lovely warm warm water wash over my back, smelling the yummy shampoo and appreciating having "longish" hair to rub it in. But then I think, this - taking long showers that I don't need - is a rich thing to do. What about that book I started reading like twenty minutes ago? The one about the ten-year old girl who is telling her story of her divorce in Yemen? She wrote that she didn't have plumbing.
What disparity is this? Are some parts of this life fantasy? Confusion? Short and long arms depending on what you can touch to be reality? Humor, cleverness, thoughts, perspectives-they only go so far until you're, rather I, am just a...jerk, an ant, a little girl whose big, pretty eyes and silliness that pleases the heart are not her own, but belong to whoever gave them to her. The Creator, A Creator. It always comes back to this, doesn't it. Because it should.
I have to get up early tomorrow. Like at least 2:30 am early. I heard the other guy close his door and probably go to sleep. Smart young man. I should very soon.
But I just want to say some more things. Am I sure I want to go to massage therapy school? That word is so stale in my mouth: massage. Or am I just saying that to get out of something else? To find some "quick-fix" purpose? Doesn't Alice from Alice in Wonderland say, "I would be a great many-things"?
I desire encouragement, reality, companionship, heartbeats, adrenaline, warmth. And I desire to be a tool of aid for others to experience these things as well.
I'm finishing reading Ree Drummond's novel on her love story and she is clever and funny and so perhaps my ramblings have become ripe enough to blog about them due to listening to her speak in my mind. Or it's my environment - the home of another's life where other ramblings have developed into blogs. But while I'm at it I want to note because I can; I'm still waiting for my fit. My divine hug and perfect fitting. My perfect fit either into another's arms, into a set of personalized footprints where my bare skin would plunge nicely in stone, etc...
I think I'm running out of juice. Too much, too much. Is massage therapy REALLY what I want, is it REALLY TRUTHFUL AND BRAVE???????? Because I could see my heart fluttering beautifully living in some open naturistic place, in a Western state of America, wearing printing dresses, and wiping food off of a number of kid's cheeks. And these kids would not be from my womb, though I'm sure, that would be exciting. No, they would be from many other wombs and there is dark green, vibrant grass in the background and kites and I think I'm sounding like my naturally poetic and beautiful sister, Ayla. I'll leave the rest of the ramblings of close, but not tangible realities for her, for this night. I, on the other hand, should sleep for some hours...
Thanks for the opportunity,
Kyla Rae
I'm currently finding health/fitness/& nutrition really annoying and frustrating.
In addition to finding desire rather annoying and frustrating.
Ok, let me tell you. I just scrolled down for a good number of minutes so I could see his name and click on his page, but not sink low enough to actually typing in his name anymore and finding him that way. You know what I mean? I shouldn't have told you that. I'll probably regret it. I'll also probably regret eating something now because I want to not eat in order to feel smooth and clear; to feel, understand, appreciate - MAN! Commercials, today, are GOOOOD! Examples: Panera Bread, AT&T, and I'll finish this tangent when another good commercial intrudes on my thoughts - my other senses. Smell, touch, sensations. (I ate some fruit).
Oh, and I'm finding the new iPad commercial ridiculous. First reaction. And THE BIG BANG THEORY IS FREAKIN HILARIOUS!!!!
Earlier today when I was skipping my work-out, my mind was full of things I wanted to say. To type. To write. This is so the age of short sentences and big spaces. Isn't it?
I need to write a Personal Statement kind of thing for my application to massage school. And then I was thinking-what if I don't want to do massage? I don't feel like massaging anybody right now. I feel ("felt", because I thought these things awhile ago) like standing in this shower, letting the lovely warm warm water wash over my back, smelling the yummy shampoo and appreciating having "longish" hair to rub it in. But then I think, this - taking long showers that I don't need - is a rich thing to do. What about that book I started reading like twenty minutes ago? The one about the ten-year old girl who is telling her story of her divorce in Yemen? She wrote that she didn't have plumbing.
What disparity is this? Are some parts of this life fantasy? Confusion? Short and long arms depending on what you can touch to be reality? Humor, cleverness, thoughts, perspectives-they only go so far until you're, rather I, am just a...jerk, an ant, a little girl whose big, pretty eyes and silliness that pleases the heart are not her own, but belong to whoever gave them to her. The Creator, A Creator. It always comes back to this, doesn't it. Because it should.
I have to get up early tomorrow. Like at least 2:30 am early. I heard the other guy close his door and probably go to sleep. Smart young man. I should very soon.
But I just want to say some more things. Am I sure I want to go to massage therapy school? That word is so stale in my mouth: massage. Or am I just saying that to get out of something else? To find some "quick-fix" purpose? Doesn't Alice from Alice in Wonderland say, "I would be a great many-things"?
I desire encouragement, reality, companionship, heartbeats, adrenaline, warmth. And I desire to be a tool of aid for others to experience these things as well.
I'm finishing reading Ree Drummond's novel on her love story and she is clever and funny and so perhaps my ramblings have become ripe enough to blog about them due to listening to her speak in my mind. Or it's my environment - the home of another's life where other ramblings have developed into blogs. But while I'm at it I want to note because I can; I'm still waiting for my fit. My divine hug and perfect fitting. My perfect fit either into another's arms, into a set of personalized footprints where my bare skin would plunge nicely in stone, etc...
I think I'm running out of juice. Too much, too much. Is massage therapy REALLY what I want, is it REALLY TRUTHFUL AND BRAVE???????? Because I could see my heart fluttering beautifully living in some open naturistic place, in a Western state of America, wearing printing dresses, and wiping food off of a number of kid's cheeks. And these kids would not be from my womb, though I'm sure, that would be exciting. No, they would be from many other wombs and there is dark green, vibrant grass in the background and kites and I think I'm sounding like my naturally poetic and beautiful sister, Ayla. I'll leave the rest of the ramblings of close, but not tangible realities for her, for this night. I, on the other hand, should sleep for some hours...
Thanks for the opportunity,
Kyla Rae
Saturday, March 31, 2012
What is Acting?
hmm. Sometimes I love thoughts. I love questions with no answers. Sometimes Philosophy, sometimes no Philosophy. I ask, what is acting? And that's really more simple of a question than I intended for it to be. "Acting", in my words, is simply portraying emotions and identities that are intentional, deliberate, to move along a story. I'm sure there are just about 200 ways to say this. And I'm sure someone, nay many people, would tell me I said it wrong- WHATEVER!
Last year, while studying at North Park University, I was in a class called, "Ethics & Art". It was a really good class, really interesting. My professor was legit. We read, Master and the Margarita--such a fascinating novel when studied in a class. Within this class of ethics and art many great and annoying questions arose like; What is art? What is the point of acting? Why perform? Why....[insert a question here that often feels pointless]. This same semester I took an Intro to Acting class by Dr. Bergman--awesome class. Awesome.
I need to cut to my drift. ;) I watched Fear last night, one of Reese Witherspoon's first movies and Mark Wahlberg is in it too. (Ladies, you will think twice about how foxy Mark is after watching this movie). It was on TV and I was house-sitting, kind of, anyways the movie was on and since I am a developing actor myself, I thought it would be a good experience to see one of Reese's first hits! It was slightly traumatizing. Oh, Margo. <3 Ughhhh. But after any story, I ask, what was the point? Why was that film made, that production paid for and worked for?
What was the point of producing the film, Fear? I think what I may have taken the most away from this novel is that protective, embarrassing dads, are really just that-protective and the embarrassing part might just have to tag along with that wonderful, wonderful trait. Thank God "Nicole" had the kind of father she did. He was a fighter! No matter his physical shape, his social status, he fought for his family. Way to go, Nicole's father.
I think this is the "biggest" lesson I'm taking away. Plus that line that Mark or "David" says in the beginning of the film, "When something seems too good to be true, it often is." Um, perhaps a resounding tchyeah.
Huh.
--Kyla
Last year, while studying at North Park University, I was in a class called, "Ethics & Art". It was a really good class, really interesting. My professor was legit. We read, Master and the Margarita--such a fascinating novel when studied in a class. Within this class of ethics and art many great and annoying questions arose like; What is art? What is the point of acting? Why perform? Why....[insert a question here that often feels pointless]. This same semester I took an Intro to Acting class by Dr. Bergman--awesome class. Awesome.
What was the point of producing the film, Fear? I think what I may have taken the most away from this novel is that protective, embarrassing dads, are really just that-protective and the embarrassing part might just have to tag along with that wonderful, wonderful trait. Thank God "Nicole" had the kind of father she did. He was a fighter! No matter his physical shape, his social status, he fought for his family. Way to go, Nicole's father.
I think this is the "biggest" lesson I'm taking away. Plus that line that Mark or "David" says in the beginning of the film, "When something seems too good to be true, it often is." Um, perhaps a resounding tchyeah.
Huh.
--Kyla
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