Be Somebody.

I like to ponder life. The reason I am here, why I am so blessed, and things like that. And something hit me: I really want to be somebody. I suppose that the lyrical stylings of the Kings of Leon didn't help very much.

I don't just want to walk through existance living like an average human being: I want to raise the bar or rebel against the norm so to speak. Many people will just say the standard, "If you put your mind to it, you can do it" or "You have a very special purpose and you will do great things." Yea, I can do great things, but I just have to figure out what those great things are exactly.

Yes, I have passions I can pursue. I could take an old, beat down theatre from the early 1800s and restore it into something beautiful. Host one act festivals and bring back the beauty of old musicals. Maybe write a play and have it performed by my closests friends and family. The possibilities are endlesss.

Or maybe I could take a trip to China and build an orphanage for girls found abandoned by their parents. Keep them safe, fed, and clothed. Allowing them to have a life and a future. I have a heart for the people of China in general, but the little unwanted girls just pull on my heart strings. To think, parents in China would rather have a boy just so they can enlist them in the army.. Having a child just so they can live to die. But the harshest part of the culture over there is the fact that woman and children are hated. If they have feet bigger than a size 5, they are bound so they curl and give the apperance that they are smaller. Because we all know, girls with big feet are completely hideous and deserve to go through a life of pain. Or the fact that they get thrown in the trash cans of hospitals after conception. What has our world come to? One day, I want to adopt a little girl from China. Bring her to the US and give her the life she deserves.

I could become presidant just to put an end to abortion and homosexual discrimination.

First of all, abortion is murder. Plain and simple. I's dotted and T's crossed. A baby, is a baby, is a baby. Whether it is the size of a snow pea or 6 pounds, it has a heart beat, there-for deserves to live just as much as you. "Well, what about the rights and choices of the mother?" you may be asking. That mother gave up her right to make a choice when she chose to have sex. That was her choice. There are plenty of forms of protection. Use one. "What about rape?" Well, studies show that woman who get raped and have an abortion have 10 times the emotional scarring of those who had the child. Point made. Just choose life.

As for gay rights, they are human beings. They deserve love just as much as you. You have no right to deny them the right to adopt a child, LEGALLY, not spiritually get married, and join the army. Great men like, Harvey Milk, have made a huge impact for our nation. Dying for the rights of others. Not only for the homosexuals, but for all kinds of prejudice. They deserve the same things we do. The equal treatment for animals? I am all for it, but how about we first focus on the equal treatment of our fellow man. It's as if they can't even speak for themselves, we have forced them to be silent.

Alright, I am sorry for the rant. I do that sometimes. But the one thing that I do want to do with my life for sure is to become the best wife (someday) and mother (someday) that I can be. To make a difference in this world for others, and those I love the most. All I want is to live my life as a life of purpose.

Well, I guess this is until next time readers.

-Love and Blessings,

Sarah Beth

Hello World.

I think more clearly at night. When the world is asleep and I can just sit and think; no talking and no interruptions. Just me, the light from my Gateway laptop computer, and the silence. Perfection. I have never tried something like this before. Social networks are my specialty but I have never been brave enough to write about this mystery they call life. I suppose now is a good time.

I should introduce myself properly, I'm Sarah. Sarah Beth. Not a middle name, just another word to help me rebel against the masses. If you talk to me for any period of time, you will find that I do it quite a lot. I write, I take photos, I watch movies, I love the stage, and I enjoy adventures. I am nothing special, but the people in my life are.

First off, I am every label for Christian that you can think of. "Jesus freak", "obsessed", "radical". My faith is the core of who I am. Without it, I would be an impossible mess. When the ugly world starts to cause me fear and sadness, I lean on my precious Lord and it all melts away faster than it came. My God is my best friend and Holy Papa. Without Him, I am nothing.

I have literally the greatest friends anyone could ask for. I wouldn't change anything about any of them. There are always the bumps, but what doesn't have those? That's what makes things interesting. They make me smile when I don't think I can, they listen to my rants, they let me take massive amounts of pictures and never complain, they blow my mind daily, they accept me for me... I mean, what more could a girl ask for?

Once upon a time, when I was a wee little girl, I wished for a perfect puppy. I tried puppy, after puppy, after puppy, but none of them quite fit me the way I wanted. Almost ready to give up, I came across a precious angel on the Internet. Yes, getting a dog off the 'net isn't smart. Not in the least bit. But guess what? I got the sweetest, cutest, snobbiest, Pomeranian in the whole existence of planet earth. She is perfect. Don't believe me? Well, you will.

I told you.

I have one beautiful, hilarious, talkative, little sister named, Samantha. Or as she likes to be called, Sammie. She is one of biggest blessings God has given me. Her sense of humor is one of the sweetest things you will ever experience. It's is so innocent and pure. Really, something to admire.

And last, but not least, I am the daughter to the greatest mother that earth has to offer and the greatest father that ever was. My mom is my teacher, friend, and role model. She is kind, compassionate, tender, funny, wise, beautiful, loved, responsible, and the most amazing woman of God I have ever met. She has done so much for Sammie, my dad, and me. It's seriously mind blowing. The last 3 months she has been so strong. In the midst of so much stress and hurting, she has been the backbone we all needed. Without her, our household would not be running at all right now.

 Why, you may be asking. My daddy passed away in early June of this year. He had been extremely sick for close to a year. As much as it hurts to have him gone, it is such a comfort to know that he is whole again. He was an amazing man. The funniest guy you will ever meet. He loved us, Sammie, mom and me, more than anything this world could ever offer him. He was a die hard car guy and old music junky. Seriously, old cars were his passion. He loved God. Oh man, did he love God. That is by far the thing the I admire about my daddy the most. His obvious passion for the Lord. The memories are becoming less, and less painful. I just need to remember him for who he truely was. Whole.Well. Happy.

Well, this post has been much too long already. Did I mention that I talk a lot? I think this is really all there is to know. For now. ;) Have a happy, adventurous day!

Until next time,

-Love and Blessings,

Sarah Beth