Freedom

Here's another essay. I wrote this about a drama I performed with my youth group at Octoberfest a few weeks ago. It was an awesome experience. I love having so many opportunities to learn and grow.

Freedom

by Malorie Forney

“I really wish I could do the drama,” I said disappointedly, “but I have dance rehearsal at twelve on Saturday and homework on top of that.” It was a rainy Sunday morning only two weeks ago, and youth group had just ended.

“Mr. Heath said that we’re performing at 9:45 in the morning on Saturday, remember?” was Clara’s exasperated response. “You could still do it!”

Oh dear. The opportunity to be in the drama my youth group was performing at “Octoberfest” was right in front of me, but quick decision-making has never been my forte and I only had ten minutes! The first of two practices was about to begin and I ran quickly up to the main church building in the rain to talk with my parents. “Do I want to sacrifice sleeping in to be in a drama that I might not even like’?” was the question that went through my head multiple times within those few minutes.

Deciding to go for it, I made my way through the constant patter of raindrops back to the youth room. As I walked in, soaking wet and at least fifteen minutes late, it looked as though they had already given out roles and started working.

“What is it, Malorie?” Alisa, my youth pastor’s wife, asked as I stood dripping in the doorway.

“Oh, well I just talked with my parents and... I still, I guess I took too long.” is what I managed to stammer out. Reverting back to my old habit of vacillating, I wondered if I should keep talking, or just walk away. Eventually they realized that I wanted to be in the drama and stuck me in as a demon.

Having been handed an empty Root Beer bottle, I sat down on my knees, attempting to mimic those around me. Michaela, Katrisha, and I were representing alcohol, while the other demons were representing greed, holding money. My beautiful best friend, Clara, was standing with chains around her. Justin, another friend, was holding the chains from behind with an extremely evil expression on his face. Playing the part of Satan, Justin jerked Clara around the room. At this point in the play Ben came up. He was a comfort to her, and for a short while they danced together. He, however, turned against Clara. Using her for his own benefit, Ben threw her down like everyone else.

Jesus, played by Jake, was standing at one end of the room, reaching and crying for His child who was hurting. Demons on the other side were trying to pulling her toward them, counting “1, 2, 3, and 4” in sync with music pulsing in the background. The song, “Locked In a Cage” by Skillet, said,

“Hold me down 'cause I want to know You. You bring calm to my rage. You are life and I'm thirsting for You. Hold me, hold me, locked in a cage.”

As Justin pulled her around the stage, it showed the battle invisible to our natural eyes. The Devil places things in front of us to make us fall. In this drama it was greed, alcohol, partying, and sex. Just watching Clara act out this part hurt me. The thought of my best friend in bondage was disgusting.

My youth pastor, Heath, continually said, “Be evil, demons. Play it up! The worse you are, the better Jesus will look.”

Though I wanted it to appear real, it was easy to feel foolish practicing this drama. Trying to portray a character I never want to be in reality was a challenge. I knew that it was an opportunity to show people God’s true character and it was worth it. In the end, Jake showed the audience how Jesus died on the cross to save that girl from her sins. He took the chains for Clara and put them upon himself.

The pain I felt while watching Clara is nothing compared to what the Lord feels constantly for every person who succumbs to the enemy’s temptations. Her character showed me the hopelessness people feel when they put their value in something that will only harm them. People’s desperate attempts to fill their emptiness won’t end until they find who they truly need, the one and only Savior, Jesus Christ. After performing the drama on Saturday, I realized how immense God’s love is for us, a love that reaches beyond every sin we commit.

Walking in the dreary, dripping weather of that Saturday morning, I told my friend what I’d learned from watching her.

“Good Job, Clara.”

10:45

This is where I spent the majority of my time. Washing dishes.

This is my entire group! Abby on the right was our counselor. :D

I have to say, this was pretty awesome.

An essay I wrote for english.. I wanted to share a different one with you, but it isn't on this computer. I hope you like it. :)

Rockin' C Ranch

The first thing to do was to get there. My daddy was driving. As the contents of my uneasy stomach did a dance inside of me, I chomped nervously on the cobaltic gum in my mouth. Through the truck’s speakers came the soothing sound of David Wilcox singing of waltzing high school chains away and I wanted to stay in the homelike car with the comfort of Daddy and David forever.

I’d eagerly signed up for the job most people immediately rejected, and it began to feel like a bad idea. A part of me thought ostentatiously about being the selfless, sacrificial one to give up my time and go slave for fourteen days. That wasn't extremely comforting, seeing as I worked to suppress the rising of those unwelcome thoughts.

The seemingly endless drive was nearly over. Brightly colored signs directing my melancholy thoughts to our long awaited destination told me Rockin' C Ranch was steadily approaching. Many treasured summers had been spent at this working ranch camp. Joy-filled memories of insanely tedious horse rides and the elation I always felt while flying speedily through the air on the intimidatingly gargantuan zip-line ran to the front of my mind and nostalgia won the race against other feelings.

Suddenly, the car was jostling roughly over a cattle guard into the ranch and my anxious pessimism changed immediately to joyful excitement. Horses standing at liberty were contentedly eating in a field of lush, green, grass. What bliss they must've been experiencing, free from human demands for a quickly passing twenty-four hours. All of the annoyingly energetic cowboys were giving directions, waving their arms, and smiling. My eager eyes caught sight of Janie's Lake, looking tranquil and lonely, free of campers for one short day. The blob, tarzan swing, and mini zipline all floated peacefully; silently rejoicing in their moments of aimless drifting.

As I was stepping cautiously out of my father’s white truck, two familiar people began fighting playfully over who got to bear hug me first. It was my first sight of Andrew and Marissa in many years and my anxious heart was filled with inexplicable joy as they expressed their happiness at my arrival.

My temporary home was a miniscule room above the hyper ten year-olds who provoked so much deja-vu. “Sleepless in the attic” became the humorous motto of our small group of five, seeing as every time a voice rose in the night, we heard it clearly. I was entirely skeptical about my roommates and counselor upon meeting them, but as the days went quickly by, I grew extremely close to them, gladly learning how much first impressions could be wrong.

At the beginning of this fulfilling experience, my previously sarcastic mind thought about the “joys” of kitchen duty, never imagining that there could truly be any. But interestingly enough, I did find joy in that kitchen, a joy that had nothing to do with washing dishes or frying tator-tots. It was a joy of the strong bond created while working together to feed a camp-full of children who were hungry for more than just food. It was a blessing, not only to them, but to us.

Autumn

A few weeks ago I wrote in my "computer journal", a document in TextEdit about how excited I was about fall and winter coming. The computer died and I lost it all, but I'm going to try again. Even writing about it makes me happy.

My favorite seasons are coming. With Fall, actually, I like Autumn better.. with Autumn comes:

1. Rehearsal for new dance performances and the excitement of auditions, costume fittings, and choreography learning.

2. My birthday. I'm turning sixteen in eight days.. :)

3. The leaves changing and falling. I can't wait to make big leaf piles and jump into them while taking pictures. (Kathrine and I did that last year, and I still smile when I look in the backyard.)

4. Curling up with a book and some chai tea while it's raining outside and the wind is blowing. I'm so excited.

5. Hanging out with my family. Remembering old memories and making new ones. It's going to be great.

Today, not much is required of me. I've done my geometry, fed the dog, and now I get to sit around in front of a fire in the fireplace. Bliss.

The Beginning of Nutcracker!

Jane and I performed together in July, at Whitehouse's Yesteryear! We both did dances from The Nutcracker!

I am dancing at TJC this year! Taking modern, ballet, and variations class. It definitely isn't the School of Ballet Tyler, but it's very good. I'm still trying to adjust to taking classes at a college rather than a studio.

At 10:10 saturday morning, Eliana picked me up to head over to Tyler Junior College for Nutcracker rehearsal. I was there thirty minutes early because she had a rehearsal before me. During that time I watched the dancers in Spanish learn their dance for the first time. After that I got ready to go back to the mechanics as a Doll. It was an good rehearsal. The other Doll, Dennis, has never done any partnering in dance before, so we spent some time working on lifts and turns. I'm very excited to see how this dance is going to turn out!

Next it was time for Marzipan.. I was in this dance in Ballet Tyler's Nutcracker last year. It wasn't the easiest thing because I had to hop on my toes for sixteen counts in thirty degree weather on a floor that was wet. Anyway, this year it's going to be a little easier since the performance is inside! It was only Beth and I today because the other three people were absent.

Snow is probably going to be the most challenging because it is over five minutes. I've never had a great deal of stamina, but I'm glad to be able to build it up some more. Waltz is fun because I am a demi-soloist, so even though it is also over five minutes long, I won't be on the stage the only time and get to do some very cool dancing.

At the end of these rehearsals it was 3:30 P.M. and finally time to go home! I caught a ride home with Hannah and Sarah, both from Teen Mania. It was such a blessing that they were willing to do so, even though I'm just getting to know them.

Jane and I are the only senior Ballet Tyler members in the Nutcracker, which, although I'm sad that I don't know as many people, I am so excited to have the opportunity to get to know more dancers in East Texas!

Anyway, this is getting somewhat long and boring, but it was a very exciting day! My feet haven't yet recovered from all of the strenuous dancing last weekend, hopefully they will be ready to work again by Saturday!

The Introduction.

Ah, the beginning of a new season. A new blog, a new fall, a new school grade, a new dance studio, and most importantly: new experiences. 

That's why this is here. I love to talk, and to have people know what's going on in my life.

So, occasionally I will stop by and write a few words to those of you who might also stop by every now and then.