Silly Conversations

I'm a desert rat. Raised in Arizona, when it rains, it's a good day. Here at Lope town, we've been having good weather. Rain. Thunder. Lightining. Wind. Cool weather. Totally the soup eating, latte sipping, slipper wearing, curl up with a good book type of weather. So my obvious reaction is to take pictures. Duh: And then the nice rain, turned to hail. And then the hail turned to bigger hail. And the bigger hail + the strong winds = broken window for our apt and all over chaos here at GCU. Thankfully no one was hurt, or injured. It really made me think about storms and life. Uh-oh, Elisa has a moral to the story.... Things might seem okay. Seem managable. Maybe even see beautiful. But can you still see beauty in things when you have broken window? Can you still see the beauty when your car looks like a golf ball with all the dents? There's a reason why the Bible has so many analogies between storms and hard times in life. Storms cause physical d...

I feel like my last couple of blogs have been pretty depressing. So I decided to write on the lighter side today. When going through crap I noticed that its easy to loose sight of the little things that make you happy. So I made a list. I'm not a big list maker, but I pushed through it and it was awesome. So here's a little bit of that list: Dove Deoderant. -If you live in the desert, you understand the NEED for a deoderant that will protect you all day and will stop you from sweating like a man. This deoderant smell AMAZING! It also reduces the visibility of hair.  WOO to the HOO! Paul Mitchell products.- I'm not usually a snob for anything. But I love to go to the Paul Mitchell school to get my hair did. They do a good job, and have quality products. SHOOOOOOEEESSSS! Need I say more? Picture/Card board.- This is in my room. I look at this, and remember the people and events that mean the most to me.  Freaking granola.- It's hard to describe my love...

The infamous song by Young MC, Bust A Move, is playing on my pandora right now. I'm reading a new Donald Miller book called Through The Painted Desert. I haven't gotten to far in it yet, but he brings up a good point. He says "Everyone needs change, or they expire." That got me thinking about my leaving home and going to GCU. I haven't really wanted to make it a big deal. But heres the thing, I've been living in the same house since I was 7. The longest I've been away from my family is 3 weeks. Yes, I AM going home on the weekends, which is probably why I didn't really want to make a big deal out of it, but it is. Am I scared? Is change too much for me? Is it really that big of deal? Probably. I don't really want to make a big deal out of this. But it kinda is. I mean, I quit my job that I LOVED. I'm living with someone who isn't my family. I'm having my OWN place. I have new responsiblities. Trying new thing I've never do...

I know full well that I JUST wrote a blog, not even 4 hours ago. I'm not one to blog about every little feeling that comes their way. No no. That's why I have FaceBook. But I can't sleep. I've been going through a writing stage again. Blessing and a curse. I've been thinking about how some people my age, (20-somethings) they just can't seem to find their own person. So they keep finding themselves in others. And they are different around every single group of people. And they never have just....them. Which obviously let me to think: what have I been doing? Do I have my own person? Or am I just little pieces of people from my life put together? Do I have any definite things in my life that will NOT change no matter who I'm around? Yes, a few: 1. I know that I know that I KNOW! that my God, is the One True God. He sent His son Jesus into this earth to save this mess of a person, and I CANNOT spend one day without His infinite love. Number one on list f...

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...

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 ...

“For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.”- 2 Timothy 1:7 This verse, brings a tear to my eye as I think about it. 2 years ago during the summer I took a trip down to a little town called Ajo. Garlic Town. My job: to build a childrens program at the baptist church and bring more kids in. Uh, sort of. So I down one week before the summer, just to see everything, check out the kids, yadda yadda. As I walked into church, I saw, well.... I see dead people.... It's easy to say that I was the youngest person there. It's easy to say my 40 year old roommate was the second youngest person there. The thrid youngest person there had been going to that church for oh, about 40 years. I'm a little exaggerating. But I mean a VERY little. There were no kids. I don't know why I would think there would be more kids. How can work on childrens ministry that doesn't exist?! Any takers?! No? I sat down as the preacher ...