You know, I really like God's sense of humor. And I just happened to experience it this morning. As I was praying this morning, I was praying for my patience. You see, I'm not exactly the most self-controlled person in the world... someone can annoy me once and
BOOM
You'll hear my anger from three and a half miles away. I know that I need more self-control and patience with others, but it isn't exactly my strong point. But like I was saying, I was praying for self-control today, and I actually prayed that I would be given a chance today to have self-control. Of course, as I was praying I was picturing a perfect moment to show my own self-control. Mhmm. I was gonna see it coming. I was going to know it was coming. And then, like a little angel with a shiny halo, I would smile sweetly and be nice and kind.
Wow.
I apparently haven't learned enough about myself yet.
So just a few hours after this, I was at my piano lesson. I have a couple of piano competitions in about two weeks. Well, right before competitions and recitals, my teacher gets really super nit-picky. Which sometimes bothers me, and sometimes doesn't. Well this morning, it was bothering me. A lot. You see, me, I'm a perfectionist. So not only was I mad at myself for continually messing up, but I was getting unbelievably annoyed with my teacher for being so nit-picky. I was losing it. Obviously, with my piano teacher, I can't be bluntly rude, but I could tell my tone of voice was picking up a lot of frustrated sounds. Kind of a sarcastic tone. And as my lesson went on, my patience got more and more tried. And then, it hit me like a bullet, and I nearly started laughing. This was my opportunity to lose my cool or stay alert and honor God. Through my frustration I was just sitting there smiling. I was laughing at myself for thinking this morning that I could be self-controlled by myself.
This really taught me a lesson - this morning, even though I was sitting there praying, I was sure that I would be able to do it all myself. Well, I can't. I can't be patient through my own power. The frustration I felt at my lesson showed me only God can give me the patience and self-control I need to honor Him. I like how God continues to show me just how incapable I am to do good without Him.
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Monday, February 28, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Mock Trial
Wow. I am pitifully behind in my blogging. I haven't blogged in nearly a month... this is quite pitiful. BUT. I do have a legitimate excuse. And that is - mock trial.
I think I have mentioned mock trial before, but I've never really gone into what it is. So in case you don't know, a very very brief explanation is it is a bunch of high schoolers doing a fake trial. In each state we have one "case" and everyone participating in mock trial in that particular state studies the case for about 3 months. Intensive work here. Each team has six attorneys (three for plaintiff and three for defense) and six witnesses (again, three for each side) plus two time keepers. So over the course of three months you study the case, and then in February you go to a regional competition. There are several regions in our state, but I think ours is one of the hardest regions. And I have reason to think this. Reason being, we go against a team every year who has won for 12 years in a row. 12 years. That's a long time. Every year they have gone to state. It's very intensive to go against them.
But before I go on to the competition, let me explain what part I have on the team, and what all we do. So, I am a witness, and given, one of the lesser witnesses. But I have a fantastically fun part. I get to be a political activist. In a major way. In fact, I get to rap... which in my opinion is pretty awesome ^_^ On my team I have a couple of my friends, Hayley and Aaron, who are also witnesses. Aaron is another relatively important witness, and Hayley is the main witness. And then for attorneys we have my brother, Spencer, another one of my friends, Courtney, and my boyfriend, Daniel. Spencer is the lead attorney (I'm so stinkin proud of him =). He does the direct of Aaron, the cross of the lead witness on the defense side, and he does the closing. Courtney does the opening, and Daniel & Courtney both have crosses and directs.And so on to the competition. So this year, on the 5th, we had our competition. Our team ran on adrenaline all day. We had to get up there at 7:45, and our first round started about 9. Well. We went against the team that I have told you about in the first round... which really isn't a good thing for us or for them. But we went against them anyway. Our team felt very good about that round, and we pretty much knew for a fact at that point that we were going to go to the final round. The next round wasn't quite as good. In my opinion... well.... let's just say I didn't like the team that much.
After the first two rounds, we had some suggestions from our attorney coach, Pete, and Spencer (my bro) gave us a speech like in the beginning of Patton, except a homeschooler friendly version. ;) Yeah, my brother is awesome like that. 
Anyway, after these two rounds, we go into this big room where all the teams get together, and we have an awards ceremony. In each round there is an outstanding witness award and an outstanding attorney award. I'm proud to say that two of our witnesses got one, Courtney got one, and another one of our attorneys, Steven, got two.
But then came the big deal. Who goes to the final round? You see, the final round is a huge, nerve wracking deal. It's when the two best teams out of the whole competition go against each other, and it is decided who goes to state. Well... it came time to say which teams were to go to the final round. And the coordinator for our region announced us and the team who has won for 12 years. Both teams were so excited... and we were ready.The final round, quite honestly, was when I was most nervous, and understandably too. What I did could have an effect on whether we won or not. My hands were clammy. I sat on the bench trying not to fidget. Finally, it came time to do the final round. And let me tell you, during the last round, we had some serious praying going on. I know many of the parents were praying, I was praying, and I heard several of our team members say they were praying. Not so much that we would win, but more that the evaluators and judge would be fair, that we would perform at our best, etc. I was the first witness and I went up on the stand, my hands still relatively clammy. I did my direct, which went pretty well. But even while I was talking, I was praying in my mind. I had my cross, and then I was done. I was down from the witness stand. And anything that I could do to help the team was done. It was a pretty big relief. The rest of the round went very well; better than I expected it to, actually. And finally, the closings were done, and the round was over. The evaluators went back to do the scoring, and then they came back about 15 or 20 minutes later to give comments. I listened closely for any signs that we won. We were all still nervous. We all wanted to know who won.
Then it finally came. Time for us to learn who had won. Our defense side came over into our court room, and we sat down. First the outstanding witness and attorney awards were given out. Now usually you can tell who won by which team gets the most awards. Well, you couldn't even tell from that. We had it split right down the middle - each team got one outstanding witness and one outstanding attorney award. Then it was time. We were about to hear who had won. The coordinator pulled out the piece of paper with the winning team name on it, and he said, "And the winner of this regional mock trial competition is...."
The first word out of his mouth was the first word of our homeschool organization. And with the first word of his mouth, everyone out in the crowd who had come to watch us, probably consisting of at least 50 people (parents, friends, extra team members, coaches, etc.), simultaneously jumped in the air and started screaming and hugging each other. I was sitting in my seat screaming and nearly crying. One of our coach's daughters, Molly, was sitting next to me, and she was crying by the first word. I have never felt that exhilarated in my life. After the first initial screams, we went over to the other team and told them good job. I honestly felt bad for them, because it was the first time in 12 years they had lost, and I know it was disappointing. It kinda hurt to see them so disappointed. But after they all left the room, we were once again hugging and screaming and crying and going completely crazy. I know it sounds kind of overdone, but unless you are our team, you can't even begin to understand the excitement that was felt. I'm not kidding when I say that we put literally hundreds of hours into practicing for this competition. There is nothing to describe how excited we were to win.
After we finally left the court house, we went over to one of our team member's house, and we threw a victory party. All of us were still so excited. I have never seen so much excitement and so much joy all in one place. It was absolutely amazing. I'm still amazed.
SO.
Now you know why I haven't been blogging lately. With three regular meetings a week going for at least 3 hours, and usually at least two extra meetings at people's houses, usually about 2-3 hours each, you know why I didn't have time. But I'm hoping to get a little more blogging in before the state competition, which is about a month and a half away.
Anyway, that is my very long explanation.
I'll try to write about something besides mock trial next time....
And so for now I'm signing off
~Madison
I think I have mentioned mock trial before, but I've never really gone into what it is. So in case you don't know, a very very brief explanation is it is a bunch of high schoolers doing a fake trial. In each state we have one "case" and everyone participating in mock trial in that particular state studies the case for about 3 months. Intensive work here. Each team has six attorneys (three for plaintiff and three for defense) and six witnesses (again, three for each side) plus two time keepers. So over the course of three months you study the case, and then in February you go to a regional competition. There are several regions in our state, but I think ours is one of the hardest regions. And I have reason to think this. Reason being, we go against a team every year who has won for 12 years in a row. 12 years. That's a long time. Every year they have gone to state. It's very intensive to go against them.
But before I go on to the competition, let me explain what part I have on the team, and what all we do. So, I am a witness, and given, one of the lesser witnesses. But I have a fantastically fun part. I get to be a political activist. In a major way. In fact, I get to rap... which in my opinion is pretty awesome ^_^ On my team I have a couple of my friends, Hayley and Aaron, who are also witnesses. Aaron is another relatively important witness, and Hayley is the main witness. And then for attorneys we have my brother, Spencer, another one of my friends, Courtney, and my boyfriend, Daniel. Spencer is the lead attorney (I'm so stinkin proud of him =). He does the direct of Aaron, the cross of the lead witness on the defense side, and he does the closing. Courtney does the opening, and Daniel & Courtney both have crosses and directs.And so on to the competition. So this year, on the 5th, we had our competition. Our team ran on adrenaline all day. We had to get up there at 7:45, and our first round started about 9. Well. We went against the team that I have told you about in the first round... which really isn't a good thing for us or for them. But we went against them anyway. Our team felt very good about that round, and we pretty much knew for a fact at that point that we were going to go to the final round. The next round wasn't quite as good. In my opinion... well.... let's just say I didn't like the team that much.
After the first two rounds, we had some suggestions from our attorney coach, Pete, and Spencer (my bro) gave us a speech like in the beginning of Patton, except a homeschooler friendly version. ;) Yeah, my brother is awesome like that. 
Anyway, after these two rounds, we go into this big room where all the teams get together, and we have an awards ceremony. In each round there is an outstanding witness award and an outstanding attorney award. I'm proud to say that two of our witnesses got one, Courtney got one, and another one of our attorneys, Steven, got two.But then came the big deal. Who goes to the final round? You see, the final round is a huge, nerve wracking deal. It's when the two best teams out of the whole competition go against each other, and it is decided who goes to state. Well... it came time to say which teams were to go to the final round. And the coordinator for our region announced us and the team who has won for 12 years. Both teams were so excited... and we were ready.The final round, quite honestly, was when I was most nervous, and understandably too. What I did could have an effect on whether we won or not. My hands were clammy. I sat on the bench trying not to fidget. Finally, it came time to do the final round. And let me tell you, during the last round, we had some serious praying going on. I know many of the parents were praying, I was praying, and I heard several of our team members say they were praying. Not so much that we would win, but more that the evaluators and judge would be fair, that we would perform at our best, etc. I was the first witness and I went up on the stand, my hands still relatively clammy. I did my direct, which went pretty well. But even while I was talking, I was praying in my mind. I had my cross, and then I was done. I was down from the witness stand. And anything that I could do to help the team was done. It was a pretty big relief. The rest of the round went very well; better than I expected it to, actually. And finally, the closings were done, and the round was over. The evaluators went back to do the scoring, and then they came back about 15 or 20 minutes later to give comments. I listened closely for any signs that we won. We were all still nervous. We all wanted to know who won.
Then it finally came. Time for us to learn who had won. Our defense side came over into our court room, and we sat down. First the outstanding witness and attorney awards were given out. Now usually you can tell who won by which team gets the most awards. Well, you couldn't even tell from that. We had it split right down the middle - each team got one outstanding witness and one outstanding attorney award. Then it was time. We were about to hear who had won. The coordinator pulled out the piece of paper with the winning team name on it, and he said, "And the winner of this regional mock trial competition is...."
The first word out of his mouth was the first word of our homeschool organization. And with the first word of his mouth, everyone out in the crowd who had come to watch us, probably consisting of at least 50 people (parents, friends, extra team members, coaches, etc.), simultaneously jumped in the air and started screaming and hugging each other. I was sitting in my seat screaming and nearly crying. One of our coach's daughters, Molly, was sitting next to me, and she was crying by the first word. I have never felt that exhilarated in my life. After the first initial screams, we went over to the other team and told them good job. I honestly felt bad for them, because it was the first time in 12 years they had lost, and I know it was disappointing. It kinda hurt to see them so disappointed. But after they all left the room, we were once again hugging and screaming and crying and going completely crazy. I know it sounds kind of overdone, but unless you are our team, you can't even begin to understand the excitement that was felt. I'm not kidding when I say that we put literally hundreds of hours into practicing for this competition. There is nothing to describe how excited we were to win.
After we finally left the court house, we went over to one of our team member's house, and we threw a victory party. All of us were still so excited. I have never seen so much excitement and so much joy all in one place. It was absolutely amazing. I'm still amazed.SO.
Now you know why I haven't been blogging lately. With three regular meetings a week going for at least 3 hours, and usually at least two extra meetings at people's houses, usually about 2-3 hours each, you know why I didn't have time. But I'm hoping to get a little more blogging in before the state competition, which is about a month and a half away.
Anyway, that is my very long explanation.
I'll try to write about something besides mock trial next time....
And so for now I'm signing off
~Madison
Saturday, December 11, 2010
The Amusing Innocence of a Child
I've been brought up in a Christian home from the day I was born. My mom and dad taught us about Jesus and the stories of the Bible as soon as we could understand them.
But then it started coming to the time when we would branch out.... we couldn't rely on our parent's faith. We had to believe for ourselves. I became a Christian when I was 6 years old, but needless to say, there's a lot you don't know or understand when you're 6. But my parents still instilled in me and my brother the importance of reading our Bible, praying, and the like. Well, when I was 8 years old, I decided it was high time for me to start using a prayer journal. And looking back now, I love seeing how small and innocent the desires and worries of a child are.
For example, here are some prayer requests I had one day soon after I started my prayer journal - "That my fish will be O.K. [note - my pet fish at the time usually looked like they were about to expire], that I will win a sweepstates [I meant sweepstakes] to American Girl place, that I will win my award for the birds study soon, that I can play with my dolls today, and that I will have a good nights rest tomorrow." You see. My prayer requests were rather childish. Flipping through I chuckle to myself at the way I put things. Like this: "That I will be able to play with my bear today (but he is small)." Or another one, "That I will get bunnies (two)." I was also quite a specific child, "That I will finish school at 3:00 or 3:30." Why did it have to be exactly 3 or 3:30? Couldn't it have been 2:45? Wouldn't that have made me more happy? Ah, the mind of a child is amusing.
But nonetheless....
I grew up.
And I stopped praying that I would be able to play with my toys.
And I went a little farther and a little bit deeper.
Paul was right, "When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways." ~1 Corinthians 13:11
But then it started coming to the time when we would branch out.... we couldn't rely on our parent's faith. We had to believe for ourselves. I became a Christian when I was 6 years old, but needless to say, there's a lot you don't know or understand when you're 6. But my parents still instilled in me and my brother the importance of reading our Bible, praying, and the like. Well, when I was 8 years old, I decided it was high time for me to start using a prayer journal. And looking back now, I love seeing how small and innocent the desires and worries of a child are.
For example, here are some prayer requests I had one day soon after I started my prayer journal - "That my fish will be O.K. [note - my pet fish at the time usually looked like they were about to expire], that I will win a sweepstates [I meant sweepstakes] to American Girl place, that I will win my award for the birds study soon, that I can play with my dolls today, and that I will have a good nights rest tomorrow." You see. My prayer requests were rather childish. Flipping through I chuckle to myself at the way I put things. Like this: "That I will be able to play with my bear today (but he is small)." Or another one, "That I will get bunnies (two)." I was also quite a specific child, "That I will finish school at 3:00 or 3:30." Why did it have to be exactly 3 or 3:30? Couldn't it have been 2:45? Wouldn't that have made me more happy? Ah, the mind of a child is amusing.
But nonetheless....
I grew up.
And I stopped praying that I would be able to play with my toys.
And I went a little farther and a little bit deeper.
Paul was right, "When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways." ~1 Corinthians 13:11
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