Sunday, May 31, 2015

I.Don't.Know.



I don’t know why God didn’t make me a year older; I don’t know why all of my friends are older than I; I don’t know why I constantly feel as if I am in a “waiting period “of life; I don’t know why I can’t just drive yet; I don’t know why I can’t just be on staff at camp already.

I don’t understand any of the above, I don’t know the answers.  I’ve already said that a lot (“I don’t know”) haven’t I? Sometimes I feel like I go through life using that phrase over and over again. 

I.Don’t.Know.

But you know what? I’m learning to be okay with that. I am a planer; I like to know when things are happening and how they are happening. I don’t like not knowing things, it bothers me. I over analyze things, I think them over and over, trying to go over every scenario and what would be the best way of handling that situation. And when I don’t know things, when I can’t figure out the best way of handling things, it puts me on edge.

There are a lot of things in life that I don’t know about. If I knew everything, why would there be a need to trust God?  I don’t know about all yall, but I often find myself falling into a trap of not trusting God and his timing. It’s hard; I will be the first to admit that. Trusting God means giving him our life, it’s complete surrender. Which to me is sometimes a scary thought, I can be bad with trusting others. Slowly but surely, God is showing me how to trust him more. I’m not sure where you are at in trusting God in your life, but take courage. The same one who created you, loves you beyond measure, and knows exactly what’s best for you and why he put you in this certain stage of life. No matter how hard it may seem at the moment; keep on keeping on, and keep on trusting God.
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding" (Proverbs 3:5) 
~KayK 

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Homeschooling Pride.

If you know me, or read my blog post, its no secret that I'm home schooled.
Homeschooling, is the basically the best(but I guess I'm slightly biased.) I know its not for everyone, but it certainly has helped me along in life in more ways than I can probably count. I always get a lot of questions when people find out I'm home schooled, so I thought I write about it a little. School takes me about 4-5 hours a day, as opposed to the 7ish that public schools have, I also don't have homework, (Haha, I know what you're thinking, all of my school is "homework" :) so I only spend about half my day on school. The other part of my day is spread out through doing things, generally spending time with siblings is on the list. (Yes, I love hanging out with my siblings) I normally have some sort of craft or something I'm working on to do, (Currently, I'm making a Bull Whip out of para cord.) I like spending time outside after school, knife throwing is a fun time passer. I obviously ride horses, but that only happens once a week or so.
Being home-schooled also allows me to spend time with my family, I am with my mom and sisters almost all day and wouldn't want it any other way.
Yes, I do have friends.
Yes, I do school in my pajamas.
Yes, I eat snacks while I do Algebra.
No, I don't live under a rock.
No, being home-schooled doesn't make me super smart, or super dumb, for that matter.
My Mom taught us a lot with real life experiences, we've gone grocery shopping and running errands with her for as long as I can remember, she was always able to find valuable life lessons no matter where we went or what we did. We never did have a great schedule, it wasn't all "get up at this time and get this and this done then do this and that." but rather, "We can go play at the park if you get your school done" Which, by the way was awesome. I can't imagine my life any other way, nor would I want my life to change in anyway. My mom has invested a lot into all of us kids, loving us and teaching us all she can about not only Math and reading, but God and life.
So, there's a peak into my life, though crazy at times and boring others, I couldn't be more thankful.
~KayK

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

To You I give my Life...

It seems as if once you reach a certain age or grade (what it is? I'm not sure, sometime around high school.) You begin to get asked again and again, "What next?" You ask yourself that, your parents ask you that, church friends ask it, even strangers ask it when they find out you're in high school. For a long while, I hated that question, because it meant I had to admit that I planed on graduating a year early, some people find this wonderful and fascinating, others think its odd and not very useful. I mean, don't grow up too fast right? I am sure that when I am older, I'll understand that statement more, but as a teenager trying to figure out what to do with life, its not very encouraging. In some scenarios I'm being told "don't grow up too fast" stay young, enjoy being young. On the other hand, I feel the whole world is telling me "You need to know what you're doing with your life, you need to have a plan, go to collage." I consider myself blessed and lucky that I feel I know what I want to do with my life, and also what I believe Gods will for my life is. Once I graduate (hopefully) next year, I want to take classes at the community collage and try and work full time. And in a couple years I want to go out west and find ranch work. Yes, I am probably crazy, No, I don't plan on attending a university or staying in a dorm room, No, I don't think I am missing out. I know my life plan is different than most, but I am quite determined. I have prayed about this, and I know plans can change, If God wills them too. I am trusting him. I feel that ranching is what I was made to do.
So. if you're a high school student still trying to figure out what to do with life, don't stress, pray and pray and pray some more. Seek Gods will, and try to be patient with people when they ask you serious questions about your future.
"To you I give my life, not just the parts I want to
To you I sacrifice these dreams that I hold on to

Your thoughts are higher than mine
Your words are deeper than mine
Your love is stronger than mine
This is no sacrifice
Here's my life" (No sacrifice, by Jason Upton)
~KayK

Monday, April 20, 2015

Horses and bad days.

Soooo...... last time a rode a horse (unfortunately) was two weeks ago.
It was, beyond any doubt, one of the worst rides I have had in my five years of riding. It.Was.Awful. 
Allow me to explain a little:
There were several reasons as to why this was such a horrible ride. 
1) Winsome ("My horse") hadn't been ridden in a couple weeks. He was "out of practice", he was lazy. 
2) I, hadn't ridden in a while. Just like anything else, if you stop doing it for a while, it is a little harder to jump right back in the saddle. 
3) It was the first day that was warm enough and dry enough to actually work the horses, rather than just walking, we actually trotted and *attempted* to canter.(which, I might add, the horses were not happy with working harder than they have for the past four months.) 
All of that adds up to a pretty bad day. 
We were out in the back of the property, and decided to do a little bit of cantering. We were not in a ring, so it was naturally harder to keep the horse where I wanted him. 
Horses have a homing instinct, which, can sometimes be a good thing, but at this particular time the only reason Winsome wanted to head back to the barn was because that meant that he would be done working. (some of you may be surprised how smart these animals really are) so while we would try to canter a circle, as soon as we would hit the Southeast corner of the circle, he would start his stupid little game and veer to the left, (towards the barn) We wrestled for an hour and a half, trying to canter the circle, then trotting, then just walking, then doing smaller circles, and a number of other things to make sure he knew that I was in control, so to speak. I can't even put into words the frustration I was feeling, not to mention the screaming protest my legs were making every time I had to use even more muscle to push this horse over (which was about every two minuets.) Everything in my body hurt, even my upper body from keeping his head in place. My emotions were all over the place, and I'm actually pretty surprised I made it through the ride without screaming or crying or both. This horse was testing my every being. 
What was worse, was that I had to be somewhere, so I didn't have the time I felt I need to work this horse. (though, one would think an hour and a half would have been plenty.) So I ended on a good enough note, he did indeed canter, (Hurrah!) but we still were not able to do it in a nice circle. 

I'm not sure who all exactly reads my blog posts, but I'm going to assume that not everyone is a "horse person" "cowboy" "equine enthusiast" whatever you may call my breed of people. You may or may not be surprised to read that riding can be such an emotional and physical battle sometimes. Just know, riding can be hard. We don't just jump on a horse and ride. Not all of us "cowgirls" wear pink and sparkly hats and boots, and we sure as heck work hard.

Why do I say all of the above? I think to encourage, This was an awful day, but I made it through. I did it. I haven't ridden since, due to being out of state, I don't know how next time will go. but after that ride, after all that hardship, I still love horses,and I still want to pursue Ranching as a living. and I am stronger because of that day, I learned a little more about horses and myself. 
So, whatever you're going through, whether it be a bad day, bad month, or even a bad year, stay strong in Christ, and remember that you will come out stronger. 
"Count it all as joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness, And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing." (James 1:2-4) 
~KayK 

Thursday, April 2, 2015

I hold you in my heart....

Sometimes putting my thoughts into words is quite hard. So, I'm not sure how this will turn out, but here it goes...
Missing someone is pretty awful, to be quite honest. Having people you hold so dear in your heart be so far away is sometimes so hard to bear.
Thank the Lord for phones, to be able to call and text (snapchat is pretty cool too:) said people, but sometimes it just isn't enough.
 It feels as if over time the memories just become dreams, and that's what you're left with, dreams. Wonderful, sweet dreams, but it all just feels so distant, so long ago. In a way I guess it was a long time ago, time is such an odd thing....
Lets just think about this for a moment though, If we never missed anyone, that would basically mean that we would always be able to see anyone you loved all the time, don't get me wrong, there are days where that sounds wonderful, but not missing anyone would also confine us in our world of friends, we wouldn't be able to branch out much, because we would have to stay where all our family and friends are. Which, to some I suppose may still sound beautiful, but where would the fun be? where would the adventure be? I love making new friends, for real. Especially when they turn out to be forever friends...
"I thank my God in all my remembrance of you, always in every prayer of mine for you all making my prayer with joy, because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now. And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ. It is right for me to feel this way about you all, because I hold you in my heart, for you are all partakers with me of grace, both in my imprisonment and in defense and confirmation of the gospel. For God is my witness, how I yearn for you all with the affection of Christ Jesus, And it is my prayer that your love may abound more and more, with knowledge and all discernment,  so that you may approve what is excellent, and so be pure and blameless for the day of Christ, filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ, to the glory and praise of God." (Phil. 1:3-11)
That's a lot of verses, I know, but who could choose just one out of those?
~KayK

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Camp Sweet Camp....

So, there's this place.... Huron Forest Camp CedarRidge.
I have been spending at least a week in the Huron forest since I was 6. This summer, I spent almost two months there. A good portion of my life revolves around camp, and camp friends....
There are so many great things about camp, I hope to touch on just a few.

~God...
God is at the center of everything at camp, whether learning how to shoot Archery, or doing drama class, Christ is the center. I never feel as close to God as I do at camp.
~Friends...
I can't even imagine my life without my camp friends. Friendships made there are long lasting, no matter who you are, what kind of things you like to do, you will find forever friends at camp.
~Beauty....
Being in the heart of the Huron National forest, Gods creation is shown everywhere. There is just something about being surrounded by Gods beauty that does something great for the soul.
~Staff..
Guys, seriously. The staff are basically the best. I think I can safely say after spending so much time with them this summer, I know most of them pretty well, and I can think of few greater people. They strive to serve God, and to help campers do just that same thing.
~Team Elijah...
Team Elijah is a high school work crew, something I spent 5 weeks doing this year. Its volunteer, we do everything from washing dishes to mucking horse stalls to building benches. It teaches you how to have a servants heart. I love TE (team elijah) You grow so close you your other team members, and learn so much about our awesome creator

If your interested in signing up for a week of camp, look into staffing, or volunteering a week on TE. (which will be the best week of your life) here's the camp website link!

www.campcedarridge.org

Did I mention we have horses?!?!
Wacky Hair Wednesday!
Team Elijah Strong.
Proof that we do really awesome things on TE like build benches!

~KayK


Thursday, February 5, 2015

My Dearest little sister.....

My little sister, Chloe, is turning 10 in about a week.
This little girl makes my life ten times better, I can't even put into words how much I love her.
I keep having theses "big sister moments" (She is my only little sister, so I have never experienced such moments until now.) moments, when I look at her and no longer see my "little" sister, but rather a growing young woman. Talk about scary. Small things, like seeing her for the first time with a french braid, or with pierced ears, make me realize how fast my baby sister is growing. 
Some may find little siblings just plan anoying, I used to feel the same way, still do sometimes, but somwhere along the way I realized how much I really do enjoy "playing" with her, whether it be her just sitting on my lap and tickling each other, playing checkers, having late night talks with her (we share a room.) seriously guys, she is the best.






Happy Birthday, little sister.
~KayK