Teen Girls for Modesty Mission Statement
"...women should adorn themselves in respectable apparel, with modesty and self-control, not with braided hair and gold or pearls or costly attire, but with what is proper for women who profess godliness—with good works." 1 Timothy 2:9-10
I believe that my body is holy and sacred and my clothing should not reveal what should be concealed.
I believe that virtue is the most important must have for every season.
I believe that being healthy, physically fit, clean and well groomed is always in style.
I understand that I can be pretty without being provocative.
I believe that my clothing sends a message to those around me and my clothing should reflect my dignity as young woman professing Jesus Christ.
I believe that it is unwise and unfair to taunt boys and young men by dressing in an immodest manner.
I believe that true beauty comes from within.
I will loyally shop at retailers that provide clothing that is modest, affordable and stylish.
I believe purity in actions and in dress are always in style!
Monday, February 5, 2007
So now what?
I'm having trouble with decisions again. I want to find an activity I'll really like and enjoy, and one that I'll be able to reach out to others in, but I can't seem to find that one thing.
I need prayer that I'll be able to figure out what God's saying to me and do what He wants me to do, and not what I want to do.
This is really hard for me, as I've always known where I should be up until now.
And then there's something I've had problems with for a few years now: sleeping. I've never liked sleeping, but really recently I've gone to sleep and slept for 8-11 hours (which should be MORE than enough for me) and ended up more tired than when I went to bed. I don't think something's really wrong with me, but whatever it is, it needs prayer.
I'm going to talk to my parents about it really soon, and hopefully we'll be able to figure something out.
I hope it's nothing big.
I need prayer that I'll be able to figure out what God's saying to me and do what He wants me to do, and not what I want to do.
This is really hard for me, as I've always known where I should be up until now.
And then there's something I've had problems with for a few years now: sleeping. I've never liked sleeping, but really recently I've gone to sleep and slept for 8-11 hours (which should be MORE than enough for me) and ended up more tired than when I went to bed. I don't think something's really wrong with me, but whatever it is, it needs prayer.
I'm going to talk to my parents about it really soon, and hopefully we'll be able to figure something out.
I hope it's nothing big.
Sunday, February 4, 2007
Faerie Dance
Dark black eyes, reflecting the light of the moon,
What secret could she be hiding?
Her sparkling sky blue wings, adding a faerish grace.
Where have all the others gone?
The flitting, floating faeries?
Is this the secret her moonlit eyes hide?
Could this be the mystery she holds?
With a half a smile, she beckons me nearer,
Hesitant, yet curious, I cautiously follow her.
Through tree and bush, over hill and dale.
Where are they? Where have the faeries gone?
To a starlit glade we finally come,
And there my faerie-friend stops.
A soft whistle sounds through the night,
Suddenly the sky is filled with floating, flitting faeries.
There they are, my search is over,
I watch, amazed, as faeries dance across the sky,
Glittering, graceful, faeries, dancing in the moonlight.
Then quickly, they are gone,
And I am alone once more.
What secret could she be hiding?
Her sparkling sky blue wings, adding a faerish grace.
Where have all the others gone?
The flitting, floating faeries?
Is this the secret her moonlit eyes hide?
Could this be the mystery she holds?
With a half a smile, she beckons me nearer,
Hesitant, yet curious, I cautiously follow her.
Through tree and bush, over hill and dale.
Where are they? Where have the faeries gone?
To a starlit glade we finally come,
And there my faerie-friend stops.
A soft whistle sounds through the night,
Suddenly the sky is filled with floating, flitting faeries.
There they are, my search is over,
I watch, amazed, as faeries dance across the sky,
Glittering, graceful, faeries, dancing in the moonlight.
Then quickly, they are gone,
And I am alone once more.
lady.kyleian is here....
Yeah, I changed my blog name and link. 'Tolkienite' just doesn't fit anymore. Kyleian is one of my new nicknames (well, it's really Kylein = ky-lee-in, or kyleout, but I like this spelling better...).
So.
Whooo... big week for me. Gramma and Grampa came, and we've been basically just hanging out here, with normal activities and stuff. Gramma and I worked on my cloak, and very happily, it's done now. Soon we're leaving for Mall of the Emirates *dances*.
Yes, isn't it ironic... vistors go, I haven't been until now, and we've been in Dubai almost 6 months.
Well, you're wanting to know about the Jr. High campout, right? (I'll post pics later!)
We kinda got rained out. Here's what happened:
We got there for the Jr. High camp out, and it was drizzling. So we wore our trash-bag rain coats, and put up the tents. Starts POURING rain. And the really bad news is, that it's supposed to rain like that all night. It clears up a little, we get out and decide to do some stuff and that we won't stay the night (but we may go on the Sr. High one). We played Ultimate Frisbee and capture the flag until the Duners got back (I get motion sick real easily so I can't go duning) ate, and had s'mores. Then we played another game of capture the flag and left.
Rawr. I hate rain.
But it was still fun. And since then I've wanted to play Ultimate Frisbee tons.
I have a quick prayer request... There was this one boy there (we'll call him Ben), who would probably have claimed to be a Christian. But what was really sad was the way he acted. I can't be positive, but he was trying to flirt with some of the younger girls (I'm not trying to judge him, but that's what it looked like), and he was just being annoying. And I think it's not good for him to have the label Christian when he acts that way. I guess he just needs to be spoken to. However, I don't know him very well so I can't know his motives very well.
Another thing, it kinda ties in with this is the matter of me guarding my heart. This is kinda awkward, but with Ben looking like he does (most girls would catorize him as "cute") It's kinda hard for me not to encourage him, if he is flirting. Not only Ben, but other guys as well. Guarding my heart is not something I've had trouble with before, but it's something very important that I need to work on.
But the Father-Daughter campout on Tuesday-Wednesday rocked... It was fun and safe, except for the other girls scaring eachother with scorpion talk *rolls eyes* and a few close calls duning, driving, and on the 4-wheeler. Including mine on the 4-wheeler, I almost got a hole in my hip, jumping over something and hitting my hip on the handlebar really hard. But I had a driving lesson, and we drove all over, up and down hills, etc. Still can't drive a manual, but whatever. We girls played bus stop (with a few dads in there... we couldn't get all of them to play!), signs, silent football, and chop-choppin' the ice. We started to play mow, but didn't get farther than two turns. I went to bed pretty early, but the others stayed up a little later talking. We got up, I had 15 of Mr. B's pancakes (they're medium size), and one of the other dads told some stories from when he was a boy in Africa. Then Daddy told a few, Mr. Folmar told one, and we took down the camp and went duning, driving, sand skimming, and more quad biking before coming back for lunch and finishing packing up.
Most of the others went duning for a while again, and some of us stayed behind and did more quad biking.
Over'n'out
lady kyleian
So.
Whooo... big week for me. Gramma and Grampa came, and we've been basically just hanging out here, with normal activities and stuff. Gramma and I worked on my cloak, and very happily, it's done now. Soon we're leaving for Mall of the Emirates *dances*.
Yes, isn't it ironic... vistors go, I haven't been until now, and we've been in Dubai almost 6 months.
Well, you're wanting to know about the Jr. High campout, right? (I'll post pics later!)
We kinda got rained out. Here's what happened:
We got there for the Jr. High camp out, and it was drizzling. So we wore our trash-bag rain coats, and put up the tents. Starts POURING rain. And the really bad news is, that it's supposed to rain like that all night. It clears up a little, we get out and decide to do some stuff and that we won't stay the night (but we may go on the Sr. High one). We played Ultimate Frisbee and capture the flag until the Duners got back (I get motion sick real easily so I can't go duning) ate, and had s'mores. Then we played another game of capture the flag and left.
Rawr. I hate rain.
But it was still fun. And since then I've wanted to play Ultimate Frisbee tons.
I have a quick prayer request... There was this one boy there (we'll call him Ben), who would probably have claimed to be a Christian. But what was really sad was the way he acted. I can't be positive, but he was trying to flirt with some of the younger girls (I'm not trying to judge him, but that's what it looked like), and he was just being annoying. And I think it's not good for him to have the label Christian when he acts that way. I guess he just needs to be spoken to. However, I don't know him very well so I can't know his motives very well.
Another thing, it kinda ties in with this is the matter of me guarding my heart. This is kinda awkward, but with Ben looking like he does (most girls would catorize him as "cute") It's kinda hard for me not to encourage him, if he is flirting. Not only Ben, but other guys as well. Guarding my heart is not something I've had trouble with before, but it's something very important that I need to work on.
But the Father-Daughter campout on Tuesday-Wednesday rocked... It was fun and safe, except for the other girls scaring eachother with scorpion talk *rolls eyes* and a few close calls duning, driving, and on the 4-wheeler. Including mine on the 4-wheeler, I almost got a hole in my hip, jumping over something and hitting my hip on the handlebar really hard. But I had a driving lesson, and we drove all over, up and down hills, etc. Still can't drive a manual, but whatever. We girls played bus stop (with a few dads in there... we couldn't get all of them to play!), signs, silent football, and chop-choppin' the ice. We started to play mow, but didn't get farther than two turns. I went to bed pretty early, but the others stayed up a little later talking. We got up, I had 15 of Mr. B's pancakes (they're medium size), and one of the other dads told some stories from when he was a boy in Africa. Then Daddy told a few, Mr. Folmar told one, and we took down the camp and went duning, driving, sand skimming, and more quad biking before coming back for lunch and finishing packing up.
Most of the others went duning for a while again, and some of us stayed behind and did more quad biking.
Over'n'out
lady kyleian
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Whoa... look at him go....
I found this online this morning... Man, that guy's incredible!
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1491516901670441597&q=canon+in+d
This one's also great:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1491516901670441597&q=canon+in+d
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1491516901670441597&q=canon+in+d
This one's also great:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1491516901670441597&q=canon+in+d
Friday, January 26, 2007
My Story
This is the story of my life. I was inspired to write it at Desert Challenge, and here it is now:
I don’t belong here writing this today. None of us deserve to be here. God could have ended the world on page 2 of the Bible. But He didn’t. Why? Because He wanted something to love. He wanted something to glorify Him. Looking at the world today, you wonder how many people love Him back, and how many people glorify Him.
I’m not here to preach to you. I’m here to tell you my story, and how God has worked – and is still working – in my life.
I was born to Christian parents who loved the Lord and raised (and are still raising) my and my siblings to follow Him. They also wanted to serve God in the Middle East, so when I was two, we went to Jordan, where my parents learned Arabic. We expected to be back in a few years, when we left for the states in ’98. However, my dad needed more flight time to work as a pilot there, so we moved to Michigan and worked among the Muslims there for eight years. When I was eight or so, I “prayed the prayer.” I knew what Jesus had done for me, and was glad he ransomed me. I was baptized when I was nine, and though I’ve turned my back on God since, he’s always brought me back to Him.
I guess the main thing I want to share about my and my walk with God is a series of events that lasted from December 2005 to the present.
The first is my dad being laid off from North West, the airline he flew for in the states. We had known since November and had been able to prepare for it. By the time January ’06 came around, he had two interviews in the Middle East lined up: one with Qatar Airways and the other with Emirates. My friends and I talked a lot about this, and prepared for our possible move. My dad got both jobs. For a month, we faced this decision, weighing the benefits and hardships each job/country had. Finally, we decided in Dubai. The next three months were a blur of preparation for both our move and the upcoming dance recital. The recital came and left; I left Milligan School of Ballet behind. Only a week or so after the recital, my parents took me out for dessert. I had no idea what was coming until it was upon me: due to a hip tilt, I could never go on pointe without overworking myself. It was then I realized that God wasn’t really the first thing in my life anymore. In my pain and agony, I found myself turning to Him and crying out to God for help. Thankfully, I’m over it now, but I had at least a month where I was devastated. Less than a month later, we watched as all of our earthly possessions were loaded on to a huge container bound for Dubai. A week later, my dad left Michigan for training in Dubai. The next six weeks were spent in Skype-calls with my dad, farewells, and packing. We left Dubai on August 8th. Though excited, both Cait and I had a little pang of sadness for everything we were leaving behind. The first month in Dubai was great, other than the heat. But sometime in September, I had my first huge wave of homesickness. It lasted until NYPE Dubai, a big event at Youth Group, when kids from Al Ain come out. At NYPE, I gave up all my troubles to God – and wondered why I hadn’t done it earlier. Mid-September I had started dancing (partially the cause of homesickness), but by November, I was sick and tired of the school, the syllabus, and the students’ and teachers’ technique. I had my last class December 16th. Over Christmas, I struggled with what to do next. I was blind to see God’s direction in my life at that time. Desert Challenge came, and it changed my life forever. Since then, I’ve wanted to be with God, in his presence, wanting to fill up that longing for Him that’s inside of me. And there, there I gave my whole self up to God, to serve and love him with everything I am. It’s not easy – already I’ve failed Him. But I’m so much happier walking with God than alone with myself. I reached my decision about what to do next sometime last week: instead of doing ballet, I would do Highland Dancing. Going to OSAS would be hard; the majority of the dancers are skinny and dress immodestly. But I know God can use me there.
If you’re not a believer, I have something to say to you. You probably got lost in what I’ve written so far, but please, if you get anything out of this, get this:
When you have problems, remember: you're not alone. I have problems, too. A few times, I've also seriously considered cutting and other hurtful anti-depression things. But then I remembered - I have Jesus' love. He heals me every time. And when you feel like you can't let go of cutting, it's as if you're a slave to it. You know what? You've been set free.
Jesus came as a ransom for us. God sent his ONLY SON to die for us, so we could be free from sin. You've sinned, I've sinner. We've all sinned. We've all fallen short of God, and we can't get to Him and heaven on our own. The good news is, since Jesus came and died for us, taking away all of our sins, then rising again to show God's great glory and power, we don't have to go to hell. All we have to do is to believe.
God loves you. He sent Jesus to die for YOU. To ransom YOU from your pain and hurt.
You are loved - more than you could ever, ever, EVER imagine.
All you have to do is accept God’s free gift to you and to mankind. It’s that simple. We’ve fallen short of God. There’s only one way to come back to Him, and that’s why Jesus had to die for us – to crush death, and its sting.
For my brothers and sisters in Christ: Colossians 1:22-23 states: “He has now reconciled (note the past tense – we’ve already been reconciled – if we accept it) in his body of flesh by his death, in order to present you holy and blameless and above reproach before him, if in deed you continue in the faith, stable and steadfast, not shifting from the hope of the gospel which has been proclaimed in all creation under heaven, and of which, I, Paul become a minister.”
IF. Be sure you do your part of the promise: continue in the faith. Don’t shift from the hope of the gospel.
And go out into all the world!
One last thing before I end. A poem I really wanted to share with you:
When I say "I am a Christian"
by Carol Wimmer
When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not shouting, "I've been saved!"
I'm whispering, "I get lost! That's why I chose this way"
When I say, "I am a Christian," I don't speak with human pride
I'm confessing that I stumble-needing God to be my guide
When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not trying to be strong
I'm professing that I'm weak and pray for strength to carry on
When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not bragging of success
I'm admitting that I've failed and cannot ever pay the debt
When I say, "I am a Christian," I don't think I know it all
I submit to my confusion asking humbly to be taught
When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not claiming to be perfect
My flaws are far too visible but God believes I'm worth it
When I say, "I am a Christian," I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartache which is why I seek His name
When I say, "I am a Christian," I do not wish to judge
I have no authority--I only know I'm loved
So what about you? What’s your story?
I don’t belong here writing this today. None of us deserve to be here. God could have ended the world on page 2 of the Bible. But He didn’t. Why? Because He wanted something to love. He wanted something to glorify Him. Looking at the world today, you wonder how many people love Him back, and how many people glorify Him.
I’m not here to preach to you. I’m here to tell you my story, and how God has worked – and is still working – in my life.
I was born to Christian parents who loved the Lord and raised (and are still raising) my and my siblings to follow Him. They also wanted to serve God in the Middle East, so when I was two, we went to Jordan, where my parents learned Arabic. We expected to be back in a few years, when we left for the states in ’98. However, my dad needed more flight time to work as a pilot there, so we moved to Michigan and worked among the Muslims there for eight years. When I was eight or so, I “prayed the prayer.” I knew what Jesus had done for me, and was glad he ransomed me. I was baptized when I was nine, and though I’ve turned my back on God since, he’s always brought me back to Him.
I guess the main thing I want to share about my and my walk with God is a series of events that lasted from December 2005 to the present.
The first is my dad being laid off from North West, the airline he flew for in the states. We had known since November and had been able to prepare for it. By the time January ’06 came around, he had two interviews in the Middle East lined up: one with Qatar Airways and the other with Emirates. My friends and I talked a lot about this, and prepared for our possible move. My dad got both jobs. For a month, we faced this decision, weighing the benefits and hardships each job/country had. Finally, we decided in Dubai. The next three months were a blur of preparation for both our move and the upcoming dance recital. The recital came and left; I left Milligan School of Ballet behind. Only a week or so after the recital, my parents took me out for dessert. I had no idea what was coming until it was upon me: due to a hip tilt, I could never go on pointe without overworking myself. It was then I realized that God wasn’t really the first thing in my life anymore. In my pain and agony, I found myself turning to Him and crying out to God for help. Thankfully, I’m over it now, but I had at least a month where I was devastated. Less than a month later, we watched as all of our earthly possessions were loaded on to a huge container bound for Dubai. A week later, my dad left Michigan for training in Dubai. The next six weeks were spent in Skype-calls with my dad, farewells, and packing. We left Dubai on August 8th. Though excited, both Cait and I had a little pang of sadness for everything we were leaving behind. The first month in Dubai was great, other than the heat. But sometime in September, I had my first huge wave of homesickness. It lasted until NYPE Dubai, a big event at Youth Group, when kids from Al Ain come out. At NYPE, I gave up all my troubles to God – and wondered why I hadn’t done it earlier. Mid-September I had started dancing (partially the cause of homesickness), but by November, I was sick and tired of the school, the syllabus, and the students’ and teachers’ technique. I had my last class December 16th. Over Christmas, I struggled with what to do next. I was blind to see God’s direction in my life at that time. Desert Challenge came, and it changed my life forever. Since then, I’ve wanted to be with God, in his presence, wanting to fill up that longing for Him that’s inside of me. And there, there I gave my whole self up to God, to serve and love him with everything I am. It’s not easy – already I’ve failed Him. But I’m so much happier walking with God than alone with myself. I reached my decision about what to do next sometime last week: instead of doing ballet, I would do Highland Dancing. Going to OSAS would be hard; the majority of the dancers are skinny and dress immodestly. But I know God can use me there.
If you’re not a believer, I have something to say to you. You probably got lost in what I’ve written so far, but please, if you get anything out of this, get this:
When you have problems, remember: you're not alone. I have problems, too. A few times, I've also seriously considered cutting and other hurtful anti-depression things. But then I remembered - I have Jesus' love. He heals me every time. And when you feel like you can't let go of cutting, it's as if you're a slave to it. You know what? You've been set free.
Jesus came as a ransom for us. God sent his ONLY SON to die for us, so we could be free from sin. You've sinned, I've sinner. We've all sinned. We've all fallen short of God, and we can't get to Him and heaven on our own. The good news is, since Jesus came and died for us, taking away all of our sins, then rising again to show God's great glory and power, we don't have to go to hell. All we have to do is to believe.
God loves you. He sent Jesus to die for YOU. To ransom YOU from your pain and hurt.
You are loved - more than you could ever, ever, EVER imagine.
All you have to do is accept God’s free gift to you and to mankind. It’s that simple. We’ve fallen short of God. There’s only one way to come back to Him, and that’s why Jesus had to die for us – to crush death, and its sting.
For my brothers and sisters in Christ: Colossians 1:22-23 states: “He has now reconciled (note the past tense – we’ve already been reconciled – if we accept it) in his body of flesh by his death, in order to present you holy and blameless and above reproach before him, if in deed you continue in the faith, stable and steadfast, not shifting from the hope of the gospel which has been proclaimed in all creation under heaven, and of which, I, Paul become a minister.”
IF. Be sure you do your part of the promise: continue in the faith. Don’t shift from the hope of the gospel.
And go out into all the world!
One last thing before I end. A poem I really wanted to share with you:
When I say "I am a Christian"
by Carol Wimmer
When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not shouting, "I've been saved!"
I'm whispering, "I get lost! That's why I chose this way"
When I say, "I am a Christian," I don't speak with human pride
I'm confessing that I stumble-needing God to be my guide
When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not trying to be strong
I'm professing that I'm weak and pray for strength to carry on
When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not bragging of success
I'm admitting that I've failed and cannot ever pay the debt
When I say, "I am a Christian," I don't think I know it all
I submit to my confusion asking humbly to be taught
When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not claiming to be perfect
My flaws are far too visible but God believes I'm worth it
When I say, "I am a Christian," I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartache which is why I seek His name
When I say, "I am a Christian," I do not wish to judge
I have no authority--I only know I'm loved
So what about you? What’s your story?
Thursday, January 25, 2007
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