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The one with Disciple Now Weekend.

This weekend I had the awesome privalege to hang out with a bunch of youth. I love working with youth. They are so funny, and they get me to think. My youth group is awesome, and having a full weekend of them is always a pleasure. I was telling Monse, "It doesn't seem like that long since I've been out of youth group, but honestly A LOT has changed since I've been a youth, to when I started to work with youth." Our first thing was a mixer game! I SHOULD HAVE STUDIED MORE! Monse and I had a bunch of girls at the rayners house. HOLY CRAP! This house was amazing. Megan (the girls at the end of this picture) just stared and said "I could fit my house in the garage!!" So Megan, Marissa, Angie and I got there first and settled on a mini shoot. These two are really best friends. Meet Jerome. He is the associate pastor of Wickenburg Baptist church. We met last year, our youth group, worked with his youth group to help a VBS. It was awesome. We were very e

The one where I'm socially awkward.

I never know how to act around people I just met. Or barley met. Or hardley know. Most of my close friends couldn't stand me the first time they met me. Yes, this includes the love of my life, a Mr. Elias Hernandez. But I guess it goes back to high school...... Insert flashback noise from Waynes World.....no? Moving on. I was a terrible person back in high school. I mean wow. Just awful. My mouth is what got the best of me. Either horrible rumors and gossip behind people back, or snarky sarcastic remarks in front if people I was MEAN! Whenever I met someone, I could not look past their faults. Anyone. If I saw someone I would automatically think of something I don't like about them. It was bad. Eventually I let God take care of me. By the end of senior year I had done some damage control and cut some fat from my friends. I ended up with only 3 friends at my high school. Yup 3. That's it. Love those three girls. You know who you are. So, in letting God get a hold of