Your life...

I don't know that anyone's been reading this blog lately, but if you're here -- I'd love it if you participated in this post, even if you don't usually comment. Remember, you can post as "Anonymous" if you don't have an account -- but please put your name on it, so I don't have to go around calling you "anonymous' :P

How's your life? Your realationship with God? With family? With friends?
Tell us about your life. Things you've done. Things you remember, good things, bad things. Things you like doing. I suppose you could call this your testimony. I don't know...

Hmm. Even though I decided to do this, I'm kinda stumped. I guess I'll start off with my name -- Emily. I'm 13 years old, and I'm in year 7...but you already know that. I want to dig, well, a bit deeper into my life...a good way to do this would, I guess, to get out your diary (if you have one) and read about how you felt in certain situations. But in my previous diaries/journals (same thing, if you ask me) I've just wrote about what I'm doing, most of the time. But hey, I was 10 years old. It seems so long ago...

I was born on March 16, 1996. My dad was a minister, and my mum was a nurse. At least, before she had me. And before they were married, my dad was a musician, in a band. He played the keyboard.

Over the years, I gained three siblings -- Chloe, Nathan and Georgia. Over the years, something else happened -- we moved. A lot. In fact, we moved houses every two years. We still do. I cannot remember ever living in a house longer than two years...

I suppose that, until not long ago, I called myself a Christian -- I was a little girl, who grew up with a dad who was a minister, always went to church. Yeah, I asked Jesus into my heart when I was really little, like 5 or something. But did I really know what that meant? You read books, like Christy Miller, or Diary of a Teenage girl -- and you think, they have such a story. They all become Christians when they're like 15 years old and stuff. Does that mean I'm too young, that I don't really understand what I'm doing?

All I know is that I'm learning. All the time. And I'm living. I keep saying "Live ur life for God!" but am I really doing that? I mean, I can write down the words. That's not difficult. But to live my life for God IS hard. I think. I mean, it's supposed to be simple. No, not easy -- but simple. I mean, to go live in eternity with God in Heaven, whatta we gotta do? Ask Jesus into our hearts. Be forgiven. In those books I read, they feel so different when God is in them. I just feel the same. I think that I need to commit myself to God. I think, hey, I have my blog -- It's even named after God -- I write in my diary, starting with " Hey God" -- which means I'm talknig to Him, right? I go to Church. I listen to dad talk. About God. But I think I know -- well, just figured out -- maybe. I'm not listening to God. I'm doing all this stuff. But I think I'm being like the pharisees. Doing the right stuff. But I'm not listening to God.

Does anyone else have that problem? If you do, please comment. We can help eachother.

love emily