Precious Friends

Trego, MT September 18, 2011

This past weekend my family and I went over to Montana to visit some of our dear friends, the Browns. We've known the Browns for ten years, meeting at Washington Family Camp Meeting when we were all much younger. Over the years we've gotten to know Emily and Ashley as close friends. What I love about these girls is that we can relate. We've had similar upbringings, made some of the same mistakes, done many of the same things, and have the same goals in mind for our futures. We can encourage one another and be happy being ourselves, not putting on a facade that we have to be more conservative all the time. Sometimes it's fun to just run around being ones own self, and not worry what others will think or say, though of course I respect these people and their beliefs. I just love the freedom to know that these friends won't think ill of me because I don't wear a skirt all the time or that I go to a public school.
Friends like Em and Ash are far and few, making them all the more precious when we can spend time together. Our trip over, right before college started again, was the catylst we needed to get our families together more often. I am thankful that we don't live too far apart, so we will see one another more often then we used too!
Praise God for good friends!

Yellow Rose Reminiscings

Two years ago I planted four roses outside my bedroom. Even though Cayce's dog clawed all the winter protection off them and then further insulted the plants by chewing their stems, the roses all came back this year more beautiful than before. I've loved yellow roses for many years, and they bring back memories of one of my dad's co-workers in Silverdale who owned a boat we'd go fishing out on. Sometimes he or his wife would pick me a yellow rose from their big bush that grew outside their front porch. They knew how much I loved that plant and its blooms. Yellow roses don't

Old, New, New-Old

I used to have another blog called "Six Pines Ranch". It has a chicken egg background and ugly red text. I love the background since I'm a chicken lover to the very depths of my soul. This past January I ventured out to create this new blog that had a more spiritual basis. Tonight I logged into my old blog just for kicks. Interestingly, I really liked what I wrote on there back in 2010-- not just the egg background; God really did some neat things back then that I shared.
What going back to look at that blog did for me was realize that I can and should post about the things going on in my life. No, I don't need to share everything, but I do need to share the things God lays on my heart. Coming from a strict journaler of over eleven years, I'm all about keeping memories alive and fresh. You might not super like every one of my posts, but I personally like going back and reading them. I think what I write about is just like a journey. I can see where I have grown, where I still need God's grace to improve, and how He has worked in my life. My blog doesn't have to completely be about the spiritual journey of life in general or even my own spiritual experience, but it can incorporate that into even the everyday simple aspects of the life of Cami in twenty-first century America. How's that for a profound thought? Yeah, not really, but I like it anyway.
So, I'm going to give you some tastes of my life- reports on my biddies, how my cello practice is going, why I switched my car insurance to Geicko . . . Okay, not really. We use USAA, but anyway. You get the picture, sometimes the everyday stuff is nice too. Life is about variety, with a touch something stable. The stability comes from Christ and the variety from living in a world where things happen.
Brace up for some well thought-out posts, random posts, like this one, and ones that come straight from my heart. I think all my posts do actually flow from there, but sometimes my heart is impressed in different ways.
It's amazing what one impression can do to get a train of thought going. All this because I logged into my old blog.

Narrow Way

I can't make the Narrow Way any broader, but I can make its entrance more apparent.