My Own Little Miracle

Some times it seems that there are no longer any miracles. No one walks on water, and the only time people come back from the dead is in movies about zombies. But this past week I experienced my own little miracle, and was reminded again, of how wonderful God is.

On Monday we left Omaha, for a debate tournament in St Louis. We had a seven hour drive a head of us, and I took the opportunity to catch up on my sleep, since I had been up till three the night before. About an hour into the trip, I was awakened as the car stopped. Assuming we had just stopped for a bathroom break, I didn't pay much attention. At least, I didn't pay that much attention, until I realized we hadn't stopped at a gas station, and were instead pulled off to the side of the interstate because there was something wrong with the car. After we had been towed to a nearby town, and spent a significant amount of time entertaining ourselves with coloring books, we discovered that the car's transmission was shot, and that we weren't going to be going anywhere anytime soon.

This is the point when I began to worry, I didn't know how on earth we were going to get to St Louis now. There was no one from Omaha who could come and take us, and I really didn't expect that we would be able to rent a car. It's times like these that I am so thankful that I am a Christian, because I was able to take all my worries and anxieties and turn them over to God. I didn't know how, or even if, He would provide a way for us to get to the tournament, but I knew that He had His plan for things, and He knew what was best.

We crossed the dusty street to eat lunch at the McDonalds that was across from the car dealer where our car was, and there we waited, and waited and waited. All the while people were making calls back and forth, trying to figure out what we were going to do. Five hours later, Mrs Larsen got a call. I don't know how exactly the conversation went (I was writing on a computer with my music blaring in my ears) but a lady, whom we had never meet before, and had heard about our trouble from one of the Moms running the tournament, offered to come down and pick us up, and then let us use her van to drive to St Louis. Out of the blue, God provided a way,  from a complete stranger, for us to get to the tournament; it was so amazing!  Because we were able to go to the tournament, eight more teams qualify for regionals, since our two teams were needed to get the minimum number needed to be able to allow sixteen teams break to outrounds. Also, my partner and I were able to qualify in Debate, and duo, and she was able to break in all five of the speeches that she was entered in, and I was able to go to qualify in apologetics. God is always amazing, but sometimes it's nice to have reminders like this of just how wonderful He is.

Who ever says there are no longer any miracles is very mistaken. Although we may not have witnessed the parting of the Missouri, and the water in our water bottles didn't turn into lemon aid, God still preformed a miracle when He provided for us. Why do miracles have to big grand things? Maybe it's not so much that miracles aren't around anymore, it's that we aren't looking for them, and not noticing the little ones when they do occur.

Until I write again, au revoir.

~Nat

Begin at the Beginning

You know how when you are writing a story, or composing a paper, the hardest part is coming up with the intro? You know how you can sit there for hours, staring at a blank word document, without the slightest idea of how to start? Yeah, well that's happening to me right now. I created this blog a couple of days ago, because I enjoyed writing, and I thought it would be nice to have a place where I can express my ideas, opinions, and ramble away to my hearts content. But until this point I haven't posted anything on it. Part of the problem is that I fractured my pinky a couple of weeks ago, which makes typing rather difficult, and I also am really busy getting ready for a debate tournament; in fact I'm probably going to regret the time I'm taking to type this, later. But I think the real reason I haven't posted anything, is because I haven't been quite sure how to begin. I wanted my first post to be sort of an introduction. To explain why I got  a blog, why I chose the name I did, and maybe explaining a little about myself (of course, without reveling enough information that my mom become paranoid that someone is going to steal my identity and/or stalk me). In the end I decided that the best thing to do was just to start writing, and see if anything coherent comes out. So, here I go...

I already explained that the reason why I wanted to get a blog, in my opening paragraph; so I'll get right into the story behind the name of my blog. After I had definitely decided to get a blog, the next important decision I had, was what to call it. I considered many different names, but I wasn't happy with any of them. So I tried to think about what the purpose of this blog was and what I was going to write about, in the hopes of coming up with a name. After considering word such as "random" and "scribblings" the word "scrawlings" came into my mind (although according to the spell check on Google Chrome "scawlings" isn't a real word.). So I looked up the meaning on Dictionary.com; "[scrawls:] awkward, careless, or illegible handwriting. something scrawled, as a letter or a note" and since these post will sort of be notes about my life, I decided that it would be perfect for the title of my blog. Also, my hand writing is rather illegible.

Well, I think this post has reached a sufficient length, and although I had wanted to explain a little about myself in my first post; I  really have procrastinated long enough. Plus, it's always good not to reveal to much of one's self all at once. After all, as a friend of mine once said, "when all is known, there is nothing more to learn." So, I guess my monologue about my self will have to wait until another time.

Until I write again, au revoir.

~Nat