What Girls Get Wrong

You may be familiar with the Parable of the Prodigal Son found in Luke 15:11-32 .   Basically, the younger of two sons asks his father to have his inheritance now, and then goes and wastes it.   When he is broke, eventually he repents of his foolishness and asks his father to take him on as a servant.   The father, being overjoyed that his son returned, throws a party for him.   There’s a lot of food, and everyone’s having a good time. Except the older brother. When he hears of it, the older brother gets mad, and won’t go in to the party or greet his brother.   He’s angry that his father has thrown a party for his foolish, sinful, wasteful brother.   Here he has been good, well-behaved, hard-working, and yet his brother’s getting a party, not him.   It doesn’t seem fair. Instead of rejoicing that his sinful brother has come to his senses, that he’s repented and reconciled to the family, the older brother feels cheated. He’s so much bett...

If you were a piece of candy, what type would you be? Personally, I think I'd be some type of mystery flavor candy. Not because I think I'm oh-so-mysterious and chic. I don't have a good poker face at all (and even if I did, I'm one of those blurt-out-the-obvious kind of people). No, I say that because I tend to be kind of random and the things I do or say can be kind of sporadic. I laugh at inappropriate times, get frustrated one day by something which would've never fazed me the day before, have a sense of humor most people don't get, and can be what I like to call an introverted extrovert (or is it the other way around?). I love going to parties, hanging out with tons of people or just a few, being go go go. But when I'm home, I spend a lot of time holed away in my bedroom writing, watching YouTube videos, reading aloud or singing  to myself in ridiculous voices, or dancing to music (hello, my name is Christy, I am weird, and I'm okay with that). ...