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&lt;p&gt;Today, we went over to my grandma's to look at my car, and we ended up talking about my dad's side of the family.&amp;nbsp; Usually, those kinds of conversations make me uncomfortable, but I had a lot to say on this topic.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The only time I was uncomfortable was when the word "worthless" was used in reference to someone there.&amp;nbsp; It's falling apart. I don't want to go into much detail, but I see everything working together worse than the nation's economy&amp;#8212;which makes sense because we need people to actually contribute to it for it to thrive.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I'm at fault, too, mostly because I'm playing no part.&amp;nbsp; I think and hope God can do great things with this.&amp;nbsp; All I know is I'm not taking as much action for broken lives and relationships as I need to be.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I haven't blogged in a while simply because I have lost my touch, much like I lose my touch for searching for Jesus.&amp;#160; But the other day, I found a book that I got for Christmas LAST year and barely touched.&amp;#160; &lt;i&gt;The One Year Daily Grind&lt;/i&gt; by Sarah Arthur.&amp;#160; I'm not even to January 19 and I can tell this book is going to change my life.&amp;#160; I've decided to read from January 1 (where Arthur started the book) and catch up.&amp;#160; It's taken me 2 days to read far-less-than-a-page passages, if that tells you anything about my spiritual life right now.&amp;#160; But, as I told myself about blogging this morning, "I can do this.&amp;#160; I can do this.&amp;#160; I can do this."&amp;#160; And I can do this, just as the famous verse says.&amp;#160; "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." (&lt;a href="http://bible.us/Phil.4.13.NLT"&gt;Philippians 4:13 NLT&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I'm way behind on a lot, and I hate that I feel that way about my spiritual journey just as well.&amp;#160; But the truth is that I just keep losing track of my time, and I think that's because I try to manage my time by myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Last night, I prayed to God while audiojournaling because I wasn't sure how it was possible for me to go through all of this stressful schooling, and God led me to the realization that in order for me to learn to be the person that finds peace in Christ and boldly but peacefully spreads it to others, I'm gonna need to go through this.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ReDz9cHm0LM/TkxAUfpem0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/J1kHGLC-Zuk/s1600/2011-08-16+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ReDz9cHm0LM/TkxAUfpem0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/J1kHGLC-Zuk/s200/2011-08-16+002.JPG" width="200"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of the first things we did was go to a nearby Target with a Starbucks in it, and I used a gift card I had won a while back to get starbucks for my family.  Can I just say that if I could recommend the Java Chip Frappe to anyone, it would be...anyone.  That may be the best thing I&amp;#39;ve ever gotten from a coffee shop (although, I have to admit that I rarely ever go to coffee shops).&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CdzAeub5E8Y/TkxE4PIMD6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/qUAJoQxpxLY/s1600/2011-08-16+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CdzAeub5E8Y/TkxE4PIMD6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/qUAJoQxpxLY/s200/2011-08-16+008.JPG" width="200"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, we drove for a while because our part of town was becoming rather busy, and we went to a Kroger and got some snacks and such.  After that, we headed straight to Pokagon State Park.  The car ride was not boring, either.  It was fun just spending time with my family for one thing.  We also saw some interesting things, such as a huge truck pulling just a small scooter.&lt;br&gt;
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In fact, it's so obvious, I can't even name it.  It's like trying to prove that something is blue.  But I think there is so much that the adults--the authority of the teens--don't understand as well that they should.  Maybe I'll blog about that later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I wanna talk about my perspective on love.  It's not just because my youth pastor is talking about it in church (although that may have been in part what triggered it).  But what has really triggered it is the fact that all of my friends are really falling flat on their face, especially the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, guys, let me say that women are not toys.  They are not something you take pride in.  Yes, a girl loves it when you go around saying, "I'm in love with [putnamehere], and she is &lt;i&gt;awesome!&lt;/i&gt;" but they don't exactly enjoy it when you tell your "bud's" in the locker room, "Man I am so going to hit that." and take pride in how fine your girl's ass is.  My pastor really puts that in a good perspective, too.  He says that the way relationships are, especially with girls, they hold on to whatever is there because they don't wanna break up.  Often, the relational part has disappeared, and the only thing left to hold on to is the physicality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's what we've turned relationships into today.  A lot of us, at least.  We have a boy/girl by our sides, that means we love them.  "The more time I spend with him, the more he loves me.  I feel so loved.  This is what it's all about."  The truth is, it really isn't.  I've seen so many of my friends fall looking for love.  It's because they're looking for a guy/girl that will love them enough to be considered boyfriend and girlfriend.  Often, it gets old, and once again it all goes bad because it's like two magnets that are both the same (meaning they are being repelled from each other) trying to be pushed together.  It really hurts when you have to risk so much just to keep your relationship that's hanging by a thread.  I love that my youth pastor is doing this series, because he gives me so much to support this with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gave me this idea, and I will pass it on to you.  This is what I want you to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imagine the best guy/girl for you.  You can think about the looks, but I really would like you to think of the personality.  Think deep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imagine the perfect date that you could possibly go on.  What would make you the most happy?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After reading this bullet, for a few minutes, close your eyes, and think about you going on this perfect date with this totally ideal guy/girl.  Think about the good times, and how he/she treats you, and everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;You think about it?  Now that you have this in your mind, I have a question for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why would you settle for something less?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That is kind of what is messed up about our youth and dating.  We're sorta just looking for something to fill our void; and I know, because I've done it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But in my experience, I've learned a lot, and there are three really important things I think teens should know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In a healthy relationship, there is &lt;b&gt;equal&lt;/b&gt; risk and &lt;b&gt;equal&lt;/b&gt; compromise.  For example, if the girl is giving her all for the guy to love her, it won't go well.  If both are holding from each other things that they fear might hurt the other person, that will not go well either; there is no risk at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In your teen years, it's not really about getting yourself ready to be married to a certain person, it's about finding what you like.  I'm not saying go on a date and ditch, but you really learn a lot if you give yourself the opportunity to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Marriage and dating are &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; the same thing.  Melissa Marksberry (A.K.A. Mell) from &lt;a href="http://www.remedy.fm/"&gt;Remedy.FM&lt;/a&gt; gave me some advice that I also would like to tell you.  Relationships were made the way they were for a reason, you aren't supposed to give 100% to someone you think you will may.  Once you get in a relationship, you should give about 20-40%.  By the time you're engaged, you still want to keep it to about 80%; you don't want to give that 100% until you are married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Relationships aren't made to be the easiest thing ever, and break-ups won't be either.  If they are, I'm a bit concerned.  But you should not be in a relationship where you are being torn apart or have bad thoughts about it.  Just think about the context of things.  Relationships should mean love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In summary, don't go out looking for someone to love you.  Wait for love to find you; if God wills it, it will happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just to add to that third point, the more you give of yourself, the more it's like glue.  You are gluing yourself to that person to become one, and that especially comes in with marriage.  If you give so much of yourself to someone, you are glued together, and you end up ripped up when one pulls apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187949646274335766-4274089018370711242?l=blog.austindearmond.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to let my creativity shine first with the title, but that may not be so much creative.  But it definitely is me.  Two of the things I love the most are running and God.&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll stick with running as the subject for now.  You see, I love running, but I am not that good at it and I don't do it as much as I probably should  I have participated in one season of track, and I can't particularily say I loved it.  It may have been everything that was going on at the time, but I really just think that running, to me, is more of a hobby then a competitive sport.  I know if I told that to a coach, he wold probably say "bullcrap," but that is honestly my feeling, and I would much rather not get involved with something I know I don't have a passion about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what I do have a passion about is my religion.  My heart is to God, and I try my best to show that when I know people are watching, but also when I don't.  I have kinda fallen from that, too, on the Bible reading.  But I love discovering new verses that have not been pointed out on me, and teaching myself about the true way of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly for this post, I will describe a bit of myself.  I am Austin, but I have many nicknames.  One of them is Paco, so you should call me that.  I am very fun, pretty random, and do things that no person who has "a life" would ever dream of doing, those of which will be described in later posts.  But when it comes down to seriousness, I am there too.  I am such a caring person, and if a friend or an acquaintance seems down, I will try to comfort them in whatever way I can, and I will especially pray for them.  That's one thing I love is praying.  If I don't know you, I will still pray for you, and there is even a &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/prayerrequest"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; that I created for that purpose.  (If you ever need praying, go to &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/prayerrequest"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/prayerrequest&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187949646274335766-5483572967715412211?l=blog.austindearmond.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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