Do Hard Things

I'm currently in the middle of an icredible book called Do Hard Things by Alex and Brett Harris. The goal of the book is to "free teenagers from low expectations". It's probably one of the most insiteful and helpful books a teenager can read these days. Let me tell you a little bit of what God has commissioned these amazing nineteen year-olds to write.
Until the twentieth century (1900s), the word "teenager" was non-existant. You were either of child, or an adult. But as child labor laws came into affect, it was clear that a new age group was surfacing. Thus, the "teenager" was born. Since it first came into being, the word has been somewhat notorious. The majority of teenagers (not all of us, as anyone could tell by looking at the youth of CCF) have become lazy and careless when it comes to God when really, there's potential in us to be so much more! God calls us just as clearly and just as much as any adult, and we need to be ready to answer His voice when we hear it.
So teens, even when the whole world seems to be telling you that you're too irresponsible, hormone-filled, young, and rash, don't listen to it. God uses people at every stage in life, and if we're willing to step out and accept His calling, He'll take us places we never imagined we could go.

As of 2008

I've ultimately decided that if I want to keep in touch with people, I need to create a blog. So i did. As of today, I suppose I'll fill you in on what's going on at the Easthom household.
We're building another garage at the end of our turn-around, and it's well under-way. The cement has been poured for the floor and the bricks have been laid for the foundation, and the trusses are being delivered as I write this. Rich, the man in charge, has been incredible and has enough stamina too out-work ten men! This is probably the biggest and most recent happening.
The next matter, is Enoch. He is a little six week-old kitten we found last Tuesday, and it looks as if he'll be staying. He's absolutely adorable! He's gray and black, tiger-striped, and very clumsy. Everyone (even my dad) except the other cats love him.
Now onto a more painful subject: my toe. I'm not exactly sure what happened to it, but the nail of my big toe on my right foot is halfway torn off. It happened Sunday night at youth group when a friend I hadn't seen in awhile, in her eagerness to embrace me, trod on my toe. I didn't realize the extent of the damage until I got home, and my goodness! I've been soaking it in epsom salts and putting neosporin on it, but any suggestions would be great!
Oh, the 21st was Jamie's birthday, so if you happen to see her, tell her happy 19th birthday!
I think that's it. My next posts should be a little more in-depth, this was just to get all of you caught up on my life.
- Becca