Good Friday

Hey everyone, sorry for not updating as much as we should. Today is Good Friday! I love this time of year because it reminds me of how Jesus died for all of us and of how much he loves us. I hope you all have a wonderful Easter!
-Taylor

Basketball: 2nd Place

Hey everyone, it's Taylor. Well, we had our jr. High Basketball tournament. We played Western on Saturday the 2nd an beat them by 1 point in over time. i could feel my heart beating out of my chest, i was so nervous. Then, we had a game tonight, and, well it didn't turn out so good. we lost to Eastern, 33 to 13. Not Good. I cried after the game. I was so mad because we all had worked so hard. But as my coach told everyone, "Who ever wants it more is gonna get it." I guess Eastern wanted it more than us. I think the worst part was that I loss to some of my friends who go to Eastern.We got 2nd place which I guess isn't bad at all.
Well, i better go. Have to do Algerbra homework. See everyone later.

Taylor Evans

GO GIANTS!!!

Go Giants!!!
I really hope the Giants beat the Patriots at Superbowl XLII

Update (again)

Hey everyone, Taylor again. Well since mom doesn't like to update you guys I thought I would. So, I started basketball for my first year. I really like it because it is such an active sport. I have to play for the 7th grade team because it is my first year. there are other girls on the team who are in 8th grade too, though. we got our first win on saturday the 15th against Chillicothe. we won 18-17. Scored the last point with 7 seconds left (point made by Lauren Strientenburger or however you spell her last name.)My heart was pounding out of my chest. But we won and i was soooooo happy!!! my friend Becky and i have gotten really close since playing basketball. We help each other get pumped up before a game.
Well i better go, i hear a grilled cheese sandwitch calling my name.

Update

I know we have not blogged since july so i thought i would. I started 8th grade this year and its been great. But sometimes Jodi comes into the classroom and hugs me and kisses me. it's kind of emmbarresing (even though it sounds sweet). we took our 1st Algerbra test last week and I got a 91%. not bad for the first time. But we had a quiz a couple of days ago and didn't do so well (unless you count a 40% good). Well i got to go. if you haven't yet, check out our home answering machine. Later!!!

answering THE question:

I was speaking with my best friend the other day. We were talking about this path of life and the meaning of it all. She told me that her pastor shared last Sunday morning that we all have a question that God has placed within us that needs to be answered. I told her that sounds like “City Slickers-theology" (at which she balked at said notion)…case in point:

Curly: Do you know what the secret of life is? [holds up one finger]
Curly: This.
Mitch: Your finger?
Curly: One thing. Just one thing. You stick to that and the rest don't mean s***.
Mitch: But, what is the "one thing?"
Curly: [smiles] That's what *you* have to find out.

So as we processed this idea, we both realized we have a dilemma: we are not even sure what the question is (for either of us). How does one provide an answer when the question is unknown? I have a guess as to what the question is, but how do I know if it’s the right one?

Steve stated in his message few weeks ago that spirituality manifests itself from the inside out, not outside in. I assume then, that it’s not the outward stuff God wants me to deal with (ie: changing my looks-if I could, mannerisms, etc) but rather it’s the stuff of the soul. I struggle with forgiving myself for a million different things…probably because I am powerless to change the past…and that ‘falling short’ thing bugs me a lot. And so I realize that my intimacy wall remains in tact (although a few bricks have fallen)…and because of the wall God is shouting his question (but I can only faintly hear it), “Why won’t you let Me love you?”

It’s funny, ironic—the answer is painful, but He would provide such relief, if I let Him.

Authorization at 2:55 am

My phone rang loudly this morning at 2:55 am. I panicked, thinking that there must be an emergency somewhere. To my horror, it was an ADT alarm systems rep asking to speak with a Julie Evans. I asked, “why in the world are you calling me at 2:30 am (i guessed)?!.” The operator replies, “I am authorized to call you at this time.” I freaked out. “Don’t ever call this number again,” I replied…to which she said, “you’d rather be called between 9:00 am and 5:00 pm?” I was ready to kill…seriously, I was so angry—but I had enough sense about me to say, “add me to your freakin’ ‘do not call’ list right now!” I then hung up. I could not sleep without thinking of notifying “Six on Your Side” (WSYX) and having them investigate. And by the way…the individual spoke perfect English. She was not some lady working ridiculous hours overseas as a telemarketer.

Fuming, I am.