Books Are My Friends

Sometimes it feels like books are my best friends, and I think maybe I should post more about them.

Here’s a list of the books I’ve been reading recently.

Reckless by Cornelia Funke

In this book, a boy named Jacob Reckless find a magic mirror that transports him into a slightly twisted fairy tale land. His younger brother, Will, follows him through the mirror and gets slowly turned into a weird rock monster thing.

Rating: It was good, but not the greatest. I’d give it a 3/5.


Fangirl, by Rainbow Rowell

Cather is an introverted fanfiction writer with a twin and a mentally unstable dad. She heads off to college and meets new people and learns stuff. (Sorry, I’m tired, and I’m having trouble thinking of how to describe this book.)

Rating: I really enjoyed the book, however, the main characters in her fanfic were gay, so take that into account if you decide to read this. All in all, I give it a 4/5.


Inkheart, by Cornelia Funke

A guy can read things into existence from books.

Rating: I like this book. 5/5


Prudence of the Parsonage, by Ethel Hueston

My Grandma gave this book to me once, because I’m a preacher’s daughter, and it’s about a preacher’s 5 daughters. Basically this preacher has 5 wild daughters and his wife died so the oldest one, Prudence, takes care of them all.

Rating: It’s an adorable and funny book, but it moves a little slowly in my opinion. I give it a 4/5.


Anyway, those are the books I’ve been reading recently. Have you read any of them? What books have you been reading recently? Let me know!


By the way, this is the second to last MOP post. You can read all the other’s here and here.

17 Lessons for 17 Years

Yesterday was my birthday, and I am now officially 17 years old.

Birthdays always leave me thinking about the lessons I’ve learned in life, and the lessons I have yet to learn, and so for my post today, I’m going to share 17 things I’ve learned in my 17 years of life. A few I found out on my own, but most of these I learned from my parents.

  1. There’s nothing wrong with not being exactly like everyone around you.
  2. Don’t be afraid to try new things, because sometimes the things that seem the scariest, are the things you’ll end up enjoying the most
  3. Be crazy, because most people don’t care as much as you think they do.
  4. As long as you’re being kind and respectful, you don’t need to worry about what other people think.
  5. In the word’s of my mother, “You’ll live if you don’t die.”
  6. When you’re making something, you’ll like the finished product better if you take the time to do it right.
  7. Doing the right thing is always worth it.
  8. Don’t be embarrassed about who you are.
  9. Nothing comforts a person quite like a hot cup of tea does.
  10. When you’re having a conversation with someone, toss the conversational ball, don’t just hold on to it and dominate the conversation.
  11.  Forgiveness is always a better option than hanging on to past grievances.
  12. Don’t work towards being skinny, work towards being healthy and strong.
  13. Growing up involves a lot of just faking it.
  14. The best way to see the world through someone else’s eyes is to read.
  15. I think this meme says it best:13077244_765035873632301_746950045_n (1)
  16. Some things just take hard work, and you can’t get around it.
  17. Finally, you can choose a path for you life that isn’t typical, and it’s okay.


So there it is, 17 of the lessons I’ve learned so far. This was a MOP post, and you can read my mom’s and sister’s blog posts as well.

I hope you all have a wonderful day.


Life of Sacrifice

Today I am just too tired and out of it to write a blog post that makes any sense, so I’m just going to post the poem I took to the ACE regional convention last month.


Life of Sacrifice

By Jenny Smucker



Annie Clemmer Funk was born in Eighteen Seventy-Four

And at an early age God’s call came knocking on her door.


In ‘O’ and six the option came to start a school for girls,

To travel far on stormy seas to India, England’s pearl.


Of Anabaptist women first to serve on foreign lands,

Annie had to place her life into her Father’s hands.


But stormy seas could daunt her not, and nothing made her fear.

She chose instead to put her trust in God, her Father dear.


She sacrificed her time and will to teach the word of God.

Helping those on other paths choose narrow over broad.


She served the Lord with all she had, God’s purpose to fulfill.

Until one day the message came, “Come back, for Mother’s ill!”


So hastily she packed her bags, and left without delay,

From India, to Liverpool, then on to U.S.A.


In England trouble soon arose, for workers had begun,

To simply not produce the coal that caused the ships to run.


Annie’s ship, the Haverford, unfit to leave the shore,

Made Annie take Titanic’s route, for just a few pounds more.


Titanic made the record time that gave it all its fame.

And everything was going well, until disaster came.


The fateful night Titanic sank, Annie had to choose,

To keep her seat for just herself, or give, and therefore lose.


She gave her lifeboat seat to two, a mother, and her son.

And so, in dying with the ship, saved two lives with one.


In servitude she lived her life, with sacrifice she died.

She gave her all as Jesus did, His life her perfect guide.


The End

This is a MOP post, and if you care to read more, you can find them here and here.



On the Topic of Modesty

Often, I hear modesty referred to as “a way to keep boys from thinking impure thoughts about us girls,”and maybe I was just raised with a different mindset on the matter of modesty, but this idea really bothers me.

Modesty shouldn’t be done to keep boy’s minds from immoral things, modesty should be a reflection of our dignity. I dress modestly for the same reason I don’t wear clothes that are worn out and stained, because it shows that I care about myself and the way I dress, and it shows that I have dignity. And this dignity, combined with a meek, Christ-like spirit, is a reflection of our Lord.

In my opinion, it can be problematic to teach modesty with the idea that modesty is for the sake of the men in our lives. If my modesty is to keep a boy from thinking impure thoughts about me, but he does think impure thoughts, according to this idea, I’m the problem. This idea of modesty blames girls for the sinful acts of men.

I was raised to think that I should dress nicely and modestly, because it shows that I have dignity, and it’s a better reflection of Christ through me. And the truth is, modest clothing is nothing if not coupled with a modest and Christ-like spirit, because, essentially, modest dress is a reflection of that spirit.

Anyway, maybe I’m alone in this opinion, but I’d really like to hear you thoughts.


Oh, by the way, this is a MOP post, and you should stay tuned for more on my blog and on my mother’s and sister’s blogs.

Can I be the Bubble Queen?

I’ve always liked blowing bubbles. Something about seeing all those lovely orbs floating along in the wind and sunshine just makes me feel happy inside.


I’m sick right now, and so after Mom and I went to the doctor, we stopped in at good old “Grocery Depot” to get a few groceries, where Mom picked up a bubble gun. I think she meant to put it a drawer to give to some child in the future, but when I practically begged her for it, she gave it to me.


So now I have as many bubbles as I could possible want right at my fingertips. (Yes, I know, I could just use a regular bubble blower thingy, but my bubble gun is way more fun, and way less messy.) So I sit on the picnic table, and I fill the air with copious amounts of shiny soap bubbles that scare the cats and go floating over the treetops, and I imagine that I’m the Queen of Bubbles.

BTW, Emily, Mom, and I are bringing the Month Of Posting back again. You can check out Emily’s blog here, and Mom’s blog here.