"Well, well, well, we are in trouble..."

That is, I am. Because I haven't really written for ages.
Last night I had a dream that Vol- I mean, You-Know-Who, was in love with me. Actually he was only pretending so he could get information or something. And then he stopped pretending and was trying to take something from me. I was holding the closet door shut to keep him out but then he reached through the closet door (I couldn't see his hands but I could feel him grabbing at my wrist and trying to get whatever it was I was keeping from him…). Very strange.
Anyhow. I just finished Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, for the first time, which explains the dream, I suppose.
Writing has pretty much not been happening. Arthur, Gwennie, Winnifred, Dill and everyone else are simply abandoned at this time. I did write a 15-page (that's a short story for me) story about flower faeries a week ago. I finished it one day before my 15th birthday so I suppose it was appropriate.
So yes, I am now 15 (and one week precisely). I don't feel much older. My aunt accidentally sent me a sweet 16 birthday card – I definitely don't feel that old! (I told her she could save money and just not send me a card next year.)
And in a few days, I shall be leaving for a missions trip. A first missions trip. I'm not worried, though. The night before I'll probably be depressed and nervous, but for right now I'm excited (especially about the 70º weather during the day…).
Namarie!

Amazima Ministries International: Back to School!!

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Amazima Ministries International: Back to School!!:       All of the Amazima children are headed back to school!         We are sure you know the drill by now...everyone lines up to collect…

Matilda, and et cetera.

Well. It's been a bit, hasn't it? I've been gone, so I should get a little grace because of that. While I was gone we went to see Matilda! The Broadway show! One of my favorites:

In the slip of a bolt, there's a tiny revolt. /The seeds of a war in the creak of a floorboard./ A storm can begin, with the flap of a wing./ The tiniest mite packs the mightiest sting!/ Every day, starts with the tick of a clock./ All escapes, start with the click of a lock!/ If you're stuck in your story and want to get out/ You don't have to cry, you don't have to shout!/ 'Cause if you're little you can do a lot/You mustn't let a little thing like little stop you…

No height jokes, now.

So, you know when you go to the eye doctor and he puts the thing in front of your eyes and says "Which is clearer, one or two?" And you answer "Two" and he says "Alright, two or three?" And you say "Two" and he says "So is two better, here's two, or four?" And then you say…
No? Just my eye doctor?
Well, you get the idea anyway. My blog is rather a conglomeration of things right now, so it will be undergoing some minor changes over the next weeks or months or however long it takes me. I'll have polls up on the side and you can say whether two is better or three or four, et cetera and et cetera.
Ta-ta for now!

50 Million Names

Her name is Naomi. Not very long ago, she was as real and alive as those who read this now. She was not a lump of tissues, not an unformed zygote; she was alive, she was human, though very small and, yes, unborn. 
She is dead; yet it seems strange to say that, dying unborn like she did. Seems strange to say she is dead as if she just disappeared and is gone. No! Just as He was resurrected, she is with Him now, this moment. One day I shall see her for the first time and tell her how I gave her her name. It's hard to believe that this isn't just symbolism; she's a baby who was murdered (so what if that sounds harsh? I'm sorry – that's what it is!!) who I had the privilege of naming through 50 Million Names.

50 Million Names Project is a grassroots campaign (a campaign that begins with ordinary people, not political officials or the like) that was started to honor the 50 million babies who have been aborted in America (though the number is more than that now) by naming them. I quote from the website, "Naming these children helps heal the wounds of family members, abortionists, and of our nation. Honoring them acknowledges the reality of their short lives, and connects Namers to their prayer intentions – for [the babies']… family members, and for the abortionists and witnesses who are now intimately connected with these babies."

Though I'm not personally connected with anyone who has had an abortion or a miscarriage, I believe 50MNP is a wonderful thing. (They still need many names, so stop by their website. At least check it out.) It feels good to know that Naomi is real and I can pray for her family and abortionist and know that she is with God.