Creations

This is a song I wrote today. It's very random, F.Y.I.

She was a young girl
Butterfly wings sprouted from her back
Her golden hair she brushed
And it seemed like she gave off purple pixie-dust
Spinning around
Was a silver crown
It flew away and
I'm afraid I will never see it again

Imagination
Oh it surrounds me
All my creations are coming to life before my eyes
Oh what a pleasant surprise

A candle looked me in the eye
It whispered in my ear, so gently
"I will show you something beautiful
I f you dare to be different
The world around you pays no heed to
Doesn't want to listen to
Never even knows of

Imagination
Oh it surrounds me
All my creations are coming to life before my eyes
Oh what a pleasant surprise

The cupcake asked me if I would like some tea
The unicorn swiftly carried me
Across a meadow filled with fairies
You may say it's just mere foolishness
But you don't know a thing
Because you have no
You have no
Oh you have no

Imagination
Oh it surrounds me
all my creations are coming to life before my eyes
Oh what a pleasant surprise

Fluent Random

So I've been running out of ideas to blog about, but Heather told me to say something I pointed out to her today: Have you ever realized that when you take the "R" out of friend, it becomes "fiend"? Yeah, big difference, huh? "She's a good friend" can easily turn into "She's a good fiend".

Sarah Theiss got in trouble with Desi a couple days ago. Desi was saying something cute, so Sarah told her how cute she was. Desi turned to her and said, "I am not cute, I am getting bigger, I'm the princess and I'm BEAUTIFUL!" So we just kinda backed away from the dramatic three-year-old. Sarah hasn't called her cute since.

Do realize how many people have died at Disneyland? Sorry, just a random thought.

Do you want to hear a story? Well, you will anyways......

Brenda and Terry are going out for the evening. The last thing they do is put their cat out.
The taxi arrives, and as the couple walk out of the house, the cat scoots back in.
Terry returns inside to chase it out. Brenda, not wanting it known that the house would be empty, explains to the taxi driver, 'My husband is just going upstairs to say goodbye to my mother.'
Several minutes later, an exhausted Terry arrives and climbs back into the taxi saying, 'Sorry I took so long, the stupid idiot was hiding under the bed and I had to poke her with a coat hanger several times before I could get her to come out!'

And some funny signs...

The $200 fine is a bit steep - under the circumstances...

Whoa. Scary.

A funny sign. Unless you're a cockroach.

Don't even try to steal from this store. You'll be hanged, drawn, and quartered.

Marvelous Things

Sorry, it's been mostly songs lately, but I haven't had time to think of anything good to blog about, so here's another song. Marvelous Things by Eisley. Great Band. Great song. That is, if you love pure randomness.

I woke the dawn, saw horses growing out the lawn
I glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings
Oh what marvelous things

Dark night
Hold tight
And sleep tight, my baby
Morning light shall burst bright and keep us here safely

I followed a rabbit through rows of mermaid entwined shrubbery
Oh what marvelous things but they are
They are
They are giving me the creeps

Dark night
Hold tight
and sleep tight my baby
Morning light shall burst bright and keep us here safely

Oh....lying in the sun
Everyfay feeling all the magic of life
You might find the wonder

American Dream by Switchfoot

When success is equated with excess

The ambition for excess wrecks us

As top of the mind becomes the bottom line

When success is equated with excess

If your time ain't been nothing but money

I start to feel really bad for you, honey

Maybe honey, put your money where your mouth's been running

If your time ain't been nothing but money

I want out of this machine

It doesn't feel like freedom

This ain't my American dream

I want to live and die for bigger things

I'm tired of fighting for just me

This ain't my American dream

When success is equated with excess

When you're fighting for the Beamer, the Lexus

As the heart and soul breath in the company goals

Where success is equated with excess

I want out of this machine

It doesn't feel like freedom

'Cause baby's always talkin' 'bout a ring

And talk has always been the cheapest thing

Is it true would you do what I want you to

If I show up with the right amount of bling?

Like a puppet on a monetary string

Maybe we've been caught singing

Red, white, blue, and green

But that ain't my America,

That ain't my American dream

Napkins

When I'm sitting at a table at a coffee shop in Barnes and Noble's, I like to draw on napkins. Well, at least, that's what I did when I went with Ana Sunday afternoon. Her mom was supposed to pick us up, and we waited.... and waited.... and got bored. So we drew on napkins. Here is some of our artwork (Sharpie is mine, pen is Ana's):

And here's one I made for all you photographers out there:

Yes, I do. Shhhh, don't tell anyone! I'm too young to go to prison!

Oh! Then Ana and I left the book store and went to sit at a table in front of Chipotle. Because, apparently, her mom was on her way (which, as we found out an hour later, wasn't true). We were just sitting there, singing, not really taking notice of the table next to us. At that table, there was a group of mabye six people, all wearing bright green and bright yellow. One guy had a yellow shirt with a green scarf, one had a green shirt and intense green eyes, one lady had a green sweater with yellow earrings, etc. You get the picture. They were all leaning over their table. Every few minutes, someone new would walk up (wearing green and yellow, of course) and be greeted and welcome by the rest. Every once and a while, one would walk away from the group and begin talking in low tones on a cell phone. More people came. And more. Soon there were at least fifteen people, and they had surrounded our table as well by this time. And get this: they all looked Arabic or Persian (Hey, I'm not racist, I'm Arabic myself). So Ana and I took to calling them the Persian Terrorists. Soon, they all split up and left in different directions. They're gone, right? Not. Soon they began to pass us seperately or in pairs. After much discussion, Ana and I came to the conclusion that they were spies and we had come too close to discovering their secret, so now they were following us. Then, as they began to regroup at their table again, Ana'a mom finally came, and we ran to the car, safe and alive. So be careful if you go to the Spectrum wearing green or yellow. They may think you're one of them. Or maybe you already are...

Dream Car (I'll put a pic later)

Oh. My. Gosh. I was just at the Spectrum, and I went into the Concours store to see if my dream car was there. I took Ana, and she said, "Hey, doesn't that look like your dream car?" I hardly dared to hope. But we stepped inside, smelled the new car smell that wafted through the store, and walked toward the metallic red sports car spinning slowly on the wooden floor. As the sleek car spun towards me, I read the name. Yes, it was. The Saleen S7. Handmade in only two places in the world: Detroit and Irvine. Ever since I toured the Irvine Saleen factory two years ago, I have always dreamed of owning it. The first time I saw it, my mom asked the lady who worked there how much it was. "775 grand," the lady replied oh-so casually. Yeah. Like I'm getting that anytime soon. In my family we have what we call dream boards. It's a poster board with pictures of what we would like to have if God ever blessed us wtb anything. So yeah, that is SO on my dream board and I don't know if I will ever get it or not, but if I do, ........*angels sing* hallelujah... So for my next birthday...couchhintcoughcough.

God Answers

This is a story my mom told me a couple weeks ago, and I finally remembered to put it on my blog. It was written by a doctor who worked in Africa.

One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward, but in spite of all we could do, she died, leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying two-year old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator). We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly, in distress, to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates).
"And it is out last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed.
As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it is no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there were no drug stores down forest pathways.
"All right," I said. "Put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm."
The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphan children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year old sister, crying because her mother had died.
During our prayer time, one ten-year old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children.
"Please, God," she prayed. "Send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon." While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, "And while You're about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl, so she'll know You really love her?"
As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, "Amen"? I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know He can do everything, the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at the time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!
Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the veranda, was a large, twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children.
Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out.
Then there were knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and nuts - that would make a batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the... could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out - yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle. I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of the children.
She rushed forward, crying out, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!"
Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed doll. Her eyes shone. She had never doubted. Looking up at me, she asked, "Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?"
That parcel had been on its way for five months. Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a doll for an African child - five months before, in answer to the believing prayer of ten-year old girl to "bring it that afternoon".

Wow. Amazing story. And its true. It's so...incomprehensible that God knows what we will say before we say it, and that He will answer before we even call, as it says in Isaiah 65:24:

"Before they call, I will answer."

Hey so some of you know that I live next door to a musical (not to mention pinchable) neighbor named Nico (oh, and he can do le parkour). But anyways, this is a shout out to him, because he's playing at a red-carpet thingy on Saturday (my parents are invited). I will post some of his songs later, when I have more time. But he's cool, and does awesome with the keys (and I don't mean the kind that comes with a locks). So, just know that I live next door to someone who is (kinds) famous. Ummmm... So yeah. Bye.

Alex Rider: Operation Stormbreaker

If any of you know me well, you'll know that I'm waaaaaay into spies right now. So last Friday, I spent the night at Ana's, and she had this movie recorded. She wanted me to see it, because she wanted me to see how cute the main guy was. Okay, he is. Like way (British accent, yayuh!). But, she didn't tell me that the movie is a spy movie!!! I was thinking, "Holy snap, this is awesome!" (Heh, Levi). So now this is my absolute favorite movie, it's actually topping LOTR as of right now, which is a huge thing and means that I really like it!!! Here's the trailer, but it's not as good as the movie (hint, hint, watch it). Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go watch it again with Sarah and Monique.

Levi Beamish

So, there's this really awesome guy that lives in New Zealand (I know, awesome, right?) and not only is he a major pinch, but he does these really funny videos for YouTube. My favorite one is "Today At School". This guy reminds me of Jono, with the way he tells the stories. I quote Levi all the time now, ever since Ana showed me his vids. Here's "Today At School". P.S. He's 18. :)

I don't know what to title this, because it's so random.

Since my poll is completed, I thought I might explain why those are my favorite careers. I’ll start with the first: Acting. *sigh* I love being in any sort of drama thing, whether it’s a 2-minute skit or a 2-hour play. And in my everyday actions, I can tend to be a bit… dramatic. Like the time when… hah, never mind. The second: Singing! I am TERRIFIED of speaking in front of people, as mentioned before, but I can act in front of them, and I have no problem with a microphone to sing into on a stage! I’ve always loved singing, since I was little (I have videos to prove it). I remember my first solo was in a Christmas play at church when I was eleven, and I got to sing The Gift Goes On. Yeah, I’d never heard of it either, so I had to learn it, then sing it. But it was fun. I actually wasn’t all that nervous. If it was talking to the audience, I probably would’ve passed out right then. Anyways…an author. Now, if you’ve ever looked at my profile, you’ll notice that for my occupation, it says, “author”. That is because I have written several books. One is a fantasy book that is still in the process of being written, but you can still read it, it's called The Keystone. I have its prequel completed, They Call Her Maggie. It’s retelling of the Nativity story, set in medieval times, complete with unicorns, griffins, and my own little (scary) creature I created, the evil drorgs. You’ll have to read it sometime. Just ask me for it, and I’ll give you a copy. And last (but SOOO not least): SPY!!! I don’t know if any of you ever read my second post I ever made on this blog about the Gallagher Girl series, but they. Are. Amazing! The first one is I’d Tell You I Love You, But Then I’d Have To Kill You, the second is Cross My Heart, Hope To Spy (which is way better than the first), and the one that is coming out in June is Don’t Judge a Girl by Her Cover (I’m sooo stoked!!!). The books are all about a girl, Cammie the Chameleon, and her best friends, who go to a girl’s school for spies. Yep, SPIES. If that school was (or is) real, I’M SO GOING THERE!!! In the books, they go on clandestine missions, practice brush passes, get a ring that detects lies, and design gadgets that are used by the government – and they do it all for a grade in high school! I would love school if I could do all that. So now, enough with the career talk, I have some random things that I learned recently that I want to share with you:
1. After playing an intense game of kajobi can can (in which you hold onto a rope as tight as you can and get yanked around a trash can), it’s feels amazing to have Sterling Pounds yank open your hands from the position they were frozen in, then start slapping them as hard as he can. It was so relaxing.
2. It’s really funny to pretend to be a cannibalistic vegan.
3. Ice blocking is fun in pitch-black, when you can’t see all the people you’re crashing into.
4. Decorating Styrofoam cups is fun, especially with a Sharpie.
5. It’s fun to quote Meet the Robinsons: (say it really fast) “It’s the caffeine patch. Each patch is equivalent to 12 cups of coffee. You can stay awake for days, with no side effects. *SCREAM* Sorry.” Hah, if you don’t know what I mean, watch the movie.
6. The best Family Force 5 song EVER is Watcha Gonna Do With It. I <3 Crouton!
7. Oh, and one last thing. When dissecting a crayfish, keep your mouth closed, because you don’t want its juices to squirt into your mouth. I learned the hard way.

A question...

I have a question for you. In 1 Corinthians 10:13, it says "...but God [is] faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will also make the way of escape, that you may be able to bear [it]." If this is true, then why is there suicide? Puh-lease comment!

My God's Enough

Alright, those of you who know me know that I am TERRIFIED of talking in front of people. But this morning I had this feeling that God wants me to speak to the youth group tomorrow about something I've been learning. But first I'm going to tell you, whoever is reading this blog. Now, I can't really make it all fun and exciting like Jono, or go all deep like Cree, and I'm not very good at puttig my thoughts to words. But I will do my best.

This morning, I woke up with the song "Psalm 73 (My God's Enough)" by BarlowGirl stuck in my head. a couple years ago I used to always listen to that song, but now I pretty much forgot it. So how did it get into my head? God. Here's the lyrics, and you can listen to it, it's on the top of my "Muzik" list:

I've had enough of living life for only me

And reaching just for the things that keep destroying me

So sick of envying the lives of so many I see

Somehow believing that they have what I need

My God's enough for me

This world has nothing I need

In this whole life I've seen

My God's enough, enough for me

I can't explain why I suffer though I live for You

Those who deny You, they have it better than I do

Cover my eyes now so that my heart can finally see

That in the end only You mean anything

Who have I in heaven but You

Nothing I desire but You

My heart may fail but not You

You are mine forever

So I decided to read Psalm 73. And oh. My. Gosh. I'm surprised it wasn't me that wrote it, it so much like my thoughts. In this world we live in, especially America, we have so many things that we think we "need". You "have" to have that thing, you "have" to have that friend, that person, that life, that - STOP! You don't. I don't. This past year, I had been putting my trust and basing my whole life, practically, on a person. And when that person let me down, I was shattered. I didn't know what to do with my life. I didn't know why I should live. I forgot God. And I sooo shouldn't have. I was reaching for things that couldn't satisfy me, things that would, in the end, destroy me. But all I need, all I've ever needed is God. He is truly enough. This world is nothing, do you hear me? Nothing. God is everything. And I've come to realize this over the past few weeks. "My heart may fail, but not You." I failed. Miserably. But God saved me. And now I want to re-give my life back over to Him. He made me, He gave me all I have, so the least I can do is live for Him. I challenge You to do the same.

Oh my head...

So I know I haven't blogged in a while, a lot has happened since I last blogged. In one week I went from feeling very happy, to the lowest I have ever felt in by entire life. I actually didn't really see the point in living. I thought no one loved me anymore. But (thankfully) God scooped me out of the chasm I had fallen into. And He did it just in time, too. So anyways, I'll write more about that later, cuz I'm dying to tell you about my bestest friend, Jesus! But right now I can't think straight, because I'm suffering from a mild concussion. One minute I was running away from Heather, who was trying to catch me with a noodle, and then the next minute, I was on the floor, with a sharp pain in the back of my head and a rugburned hand. I opened my eyes and saw bright yellow (Nick Worrell was wearing a bright yellow jacket) and Nick was pulling me up, saying he was sorry over and over. So I guess what happened was (from what eyewitnesses tell me) is that I was running past a big metal pillar at the same time Nick was, we collided, and I got thrown to the floor, smacking the pillar with the back of my head. Then I think Heather helped me to a chair, while people crowded around me. Everyone looked so concerned, that I became really scared. And when they all left, I cried. Heather got me ice, Pam gave me Advil, and then sweet Pam stayed with me the whole time. All I wanted was to go to sleep, but I knew I wasn't supposed to, or I could go into a coma or something. Then Mellissa asked me if I was tired, I said yes, then she went and got my mom! I was officially freaked out!!! My mom came, and she went and got Carrie, who is a EMT. Now I freaked out even more, and Jono was just going with his message, acting like there wasn't a group of people (adults!) surrounding me, who is lying on a couch, staring into space, and not hearing a word being said. So as of right now, I'm still in a daze, and people are having to repeat stuff to me, because I hardly ever head them the first time they say something. BTW, if Nick happens to read this, just know that I don't hold anything against you!!! It was an complete accident, I know you don't hate me that much... At least I think so. So I guess tall guys have this thing for giving me concussions, cuz Collin gave me one last summer, and now Nick gave me one. So I have this new-found fear of tall guys. Haha, jk. I so don't know what I'm even saying right now.

School ID

School IDs. If you go to public school, you're probably sick and tired of them. But as for me, being home schooled all my life, I really want one! I just got off the phone with Heather, and she said that school photographers know exactly how to make a student look awful in their school picture. I think they go to school to learn how to catch students at their worst moments. I don't have a school photographer. If anything, I'm the photographer in my family, because I always have a camera with me, and I'll take a picture of everything, from my cat to my sister to a lemon to a shoe. Anywho, with school IDs, you can get some deals at places. For example, at Chipotle (yayuh!) if you show your school ID, you get a free medium drink. At this bagel place by my grandma's house, if you show your school ID, you get a free bagel! So, I thought, "Why can't I have a school ID?" Our "school", aka our home, is actually officially a private school called Gloetzner School. Original, right? But hey, we didn't have enough time to get creative. We once knew a homeschooling family who registered their school as the Ruby Shoes Academy. Get it? Ruby shoes? There's no place like home, there's no place like home... Yeah, I wish we thought of that first. So today, I made a school ID. In this case, my photographer was Jackie Mallos, the amazing best friend of my mom who has the most adorable 5 kids EVER! So yeah, here is my ID:





Anyone for Chipotle?

I FOUND OUT HOW TO PUT MUSIC ON MY BLOG!!!!!

The title says it all.

Hollywood Pigeons

This is the best scene from one of my favorite movies of all time! Bolt (which, btw, cam on DVD Tuesday!!!) So, here goes, the Hollywood Pigeon scene...(I have this all memorized...just ask Ana...)

A vrey isnteetrnig psot...

Only great minds can read this. This is weird, but interesting!

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And now, tihs is rndaom, but hree's a fnuny vdeio auobt waht plopee do at wrok. (Sarah, NERF GUNS are involved!!!) don't forget to move the dot thingy. This video reminds me of something Jono, Matt, and Frankie would do.

I'm Copying The Idea for This Post. Sorry, Heather and Cree...

Need I explain it? You can just look at Heather or Cree's blog for the directions... k, fine I'll tell you. Get out your iPod. Well, I haven't gotten my iTouch yet, and I lost my Zune, so I used my computer, which works alright.

1. Put your music on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!

WHO IS YOUR WORST ENEMY?
Let Me Go – 3 Doors Down

WHAT MAKES YOU MAD?
Reason To Live - ZoeGirl

IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
Too Much - Leeland

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Fully Alive - Flyleaf (yayuh!)

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
No One Like You – Hillsong United

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Get Up – Superchic[k]

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Talk of the Town – Jack Johnson

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Tears of the Saints - Leeland

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
My Heart, Your Home – idk the artist

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Porcelain Heart - BarlowGirl

WHAT DO PEOPLE WANA DO WITH YOU?
We Live – Superchic[k]

WHO ARE YOU?
Joy – Out of Eden

WHAT IS 2+2?
Feliz Navidad – David Crowder Band

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Forever – again, the artist is unknown (BFF!)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Like It, Love It, Need It - dcTalk

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
More Than Fine - Switchfoot

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Super Busy – Miss Angie (not really!)

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Wholly Yours – David Crowder Band

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
What Child Is This? – ZoeGirl (HAHAHA!!!)

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Be Still My Soul – Out of Eden

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Holy – Nicole Nordman

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Asthma – P.O.D.

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
You Never Let Go – Matt Redman

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Keep Quiet – BarlowGirl (Not really!)

WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Burn Out Bright – Switchfoot

HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Nancy Drew – Reliant K (dang, I knew she would catch up to me someday…)

WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
All I Can Do – Jump5

WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
That’s How You Know – Enchanted Soundtrack

WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
The Show – Hawk Nelson

WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Part of Your World – Little Mermaid

WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Fish Heads – Dr. Demento

DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
The Shadow Proves the Sunshine – Switchfoot (OMG, I promise I did not copy Cree, it just turned out that way!!!!!)

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
Take It All – Hillsong United

WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Peace – Third Day

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
Who I Am Hates Who I’ve Been – Reliant K

WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Kiss The Girl – Little Mermaid

So yeah... Your turn!