Throwback.

Just discovered this. Something I wrote when I was twelve.

Hello, My name is Shannon Marshall. I am twelve years old and I love to mow the lawn....... NOT! hehehe..
Mrs. Carol Larson had me walk her dog Cannon today, and she gave me $5 dollars to do it!
I thought it was pretty hot to begin with, but when I came home I had to mow the lawn!!! I sweated like a pig.
It was so hard because I had the up-up-hill job this time; I thought I was going to die.
When finally I finished the escruciating task, I came in and ate a raspberry popsickle.
(I might add that my face was as red as the popsickle itself.) Following that, I jumped into a cold shower,
and tried to enjoy it though I felt weak at the knees. So I got out, and got dressed. Then I came to where I am
sitting, which is on the couch, and began to write what I am writing to you. Not to soon after that, my Mom came
and told me we had to work on Algebra. In my opinion, whether it is of any importance at all, is that Algebra is a
harder way of doing Kindergarden math. Why can't you just say 2+2=4? Why do you have to say, x+2=4?
It just makes things way more complicated. But, nevertheless, I did it, ever so reluctantly... So with a shout I
finished my math for the day, following an even louder sigh. After that endeavor, Mother came and put herself
to her duities of conquering the world  of solitare and the evil minions that try to stop her in her battle by
playing a deck totally impossible to win! Well, that it it for the day unless you would like to know how to cut an
apple correctly, which I am guessing you already know. Farewell, Shannon.

Merry.

Christmas. My favorite time of the year. Period. The sights, smells, and feelings you get with this amazing time are wonderful. It's hard to not get caught up in it all. I've heard my share of "What Christmas is really about." lectures. I'm sure you know. It's really about Jesus. Right?

Christmas is a beautiful celebration the birth of our Savior. But don't stop there. He was born to be our SAVIOR. He was born to become our filth. Our greed, lust, and selfishness. It's humbling. A lot of times I don't really think about it. I don't think Jesus left his throne in Heaven to come as a baby here on earth for ME. For you. Why on earth would a perfect, holy God do that for  the rebellious mankind that could care less? 

Love. That's all there is to it. It's a crazy, insane thought; but somehow he thought that we were worth it. I've given my heart to Jesus. But somehow I manage to sin every day. Yet when He looks at me, he sees his creation, that he loves. I continually ask, "Why? Why am I worth it when I fail you daily?" And somewhere in the silence He whispers to me, "Because I love you. And my Son was worth you." It's mind baffling.

So one cold night, in Bethlehem, He sent his son Jesus to be the best Christmas present ever.