Forensics...

This past month in February I went to a forensics compeition with my younger sister and Mom. It's my second year in forensics (public speaking through acting, writing speeches, and you can also do debate offers debate, which isn't forensics). More then that, it's a Christian forensics as well as homeschool. The compeition was three days long and each day we'd get up early and perform, eat, wait to perform as debate went, and on. The pieces that I preformed were Tilly by Frank Peretti for open, The Ragman for dramatic, and for humorous I did the piece Amelia Bedelia. Tilly was a piece about a lady who has an abortion and the part I did was almostly all when she's in a dream where she meets her little daughter, Tilly and talks to other(s). The piece that I did for dramatic was called The Ragman. The story really is like about how Jesus took our dirty rags and put them upon Himself. In the end, the Ragman dies but after three days, but comes alive again. Sounds familiar, hun? Isaiah 53 at the beginning of verse four says, Surely he took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows... And, finally, I did the piece of Amelia Bedelia who takes things a bit to literally!
I was excited to break into semi-finals with my open, Tilly, and shocked to found out that I broke into finals with my dramatic. I ended up placing 6th in dramatic and open and got 25th place in IE sweepstakes.
Looking at my ballots now, it's interesting how some judges would give you a higher placing and another would give you the lowest. It really reminds you over and over that everyone is different! There's no copy of you and therefore, you can't fail at being you. Get it? I heard that and had never thought of that...I cannot possibly fail at being me! Can I fail God's plan for me? Perhaps but God's always there to lift me up. If you feel like you're a failure in your activites and life, who are you comparing yourself with?
I'll share a memory with you. So, it's the semi-final round, there was this older couple sitting in the room. I perform my piece Tilly and a girl in front of me performed part of Max Lucado's "He Chose the Nails." Also, the girl before that performed a dramatic piece. After the semi-final round, the first girl walks up to me when I'm talking to a girl and asks me something or says something to me. Well, skipping ahead, her Mom ends up telling us that the couple in the room weren't Christians and came out and were like, "Is this a Christian thing or something?" Her daughter was actually like, "No, no, you said they said something about "preachin' at us." So, her Mom said that it was cool to see the Holy Spirit play a conviction in their hearts and it was neat that I played a part in that. I had no idea!!! Did those people ever come Christians or think anything about it? We'll probably never really know here but it's important to put our best in whatever we do. God might use us to change someone here, rather we'll know it or not.

Go with God, friend!