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buckys-little-belle · 2 years

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FAIRY BEING SO CLUELESS IS SO CUTE. I too would pick a WHOLE baby tree just because it’s different than all of the flowers, please we need more silly fairy and eddie fix it munson i beg

Hellfire Babysitting Club (Part Three)

Little Terror

Eddie Munson x Little!Reader (They/Them pronouns)

Warnings - flowers are pulled from the ground, the reader eats bubbles, fairy is CHAOTIC, as requested.

Note - This one is shorter, but I wanted to bring in the rest of the crew into the story, really lay some ground work for future parts. Also I love this story, I know I have released three parts in quick succession, I just can’t help it!!!

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post and this blog SFW

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“Are dese flowers Eddie?” Y/n asked, pointing to a small cluster of white and yellow flowers near their feat. Eddie sat on the bench of the picnic table glanced over at them. At first we was scared, the newly alive again baby tree stood just a few inches away from it’s previous murderer, Y/n.

“Yes, the white and yellow ones are flowers.” he said, making sure to specify which plants he was talking about. Y/n just nodded, leaning down and with both hands, pulled two fistfuls of flowers up. “Fairy?” Eddie asked, Y/n looking back at him, their hands filled with flowers. “What are those for?” His face was in utter shock, confused as to why Y/n loved to rip things out of the ground.

“Fer da boys!” Y/n cheered, walking towards the table, waiting for Eddie to be done editing his current campaign. The club meeting soon. “Dey each get one.” Y/n started to walk towards the school, ready to pass by the bleachers and field to bring their friends some flowers. “Yous coming?” They asked, turned towards Eddie who was sat in confusion.

“Mhm, right behind you.” He said, breaking out of his trance and gathering his things.

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Y/n walked into the drama room with a small trail of dirt following them, a large smile plastered on their face. “Hi!” They cheered, the boys sat around the table immediately staring at Y/n with the same confused look Eddie had just recently. “Garebare!” Y/n beamed. “Here.” They said, handing Gareth an orange flower, root and all. In all honestly the flowers were most likely pretty weeds, but Y/n didn’t really care, they were still pretty.

Y/n made their way around the table, giving everyone a flower, then placing the leftovers on Eddie’s throne, the rest could be his. Just as Y/n was ready to sit in their own seat Eddie walked in. “Um, I needs the bathroom.” Y/n mumbled.

“Okay, go on.” Eddie sighed, the bathroom was just two doors down and he hoped that Y/n wouldn’t be able to get into to much trouble on their own. Eddie sighed once again as he sat in his thrown, a look of regret immediately flashing across his face. “I just sat on the flowers didn’t I?” He asked, knowing the answer.

“Eddie?” Dustin asked, looking towards the leader with a look of half sympathy and half utter confusion. “What, what’s wrong with them?”

Eddie stood up, grabbing the mangled flowers from his seat and placing them on the table, standing with his hands on his hips, his eyes trained on the ruined flowers, he began. “Y/n is an age regressor. I don’t know why, but I’m guessing they didn’t have a great childhood.” The boys still looked confused, but were paying close attention. “Age regression is when you sort of.” He waved his hands around in the air. “Tap into this more childlike part of your brain, sort of speak.” He sat back down, looking at the group to gauge their reactions. “It’s not a common thing but quite a few people do it.” He explained.

“Okay, that makes a lot of sense.” Mike chuckled. “Like why we are all holding weeds … with their roots exposed.” He said as he held up his white flower, pointing to the roots that followed the stem.

“So …” Lucas mumbled. “Do you like take care of them? Or is it more of a free range scenario?” He asked, his eyes trained on Eddie.

Gareth interrupted before Eddie could answer. “Did you just refer to Y/n as a free range cow?”

“What no!” Lucas argued. “Thats not what I meant!”

The group chuckled. “No but really, should we be keeping an eye on Y/n?” Dustin questioned. He turned towards the other group members, everyone shaking their heads in agreement, wondering the same thing. “I mean I know you said this isn’t babysitting club, but it could be both.” Dustin reasoned, honestly excited to have the opportunity to bring his toys to school.

“I would say no.” Eddie said, his hands going up in a surrender. “But yesterday Y/n was alone for maybe 10 minutes and pulled a baby tree out of the ground thinking it was a flower.” He sighed as he leaned back in his chair.

“An entire tree?” Mike asked, a look of disbelief on his face.

“Yes, roots and all.” Eddie chuckled, remembering just how awkward Y/n looked holding an entire baby tree in their hands. “I forgot just how exhausting kids are.” He said dramatically.

“You’ve done this before?” Gareth asked.

“Yah a friend of mine used to regress.” Eddie cleared his throat. “It’s just been a few years, and Y/n is so …” He trailed off.

“Unhinged?” Lucas offered.

“Yes!” Eddie exclaimed. “Exactly, unhinged. I love that about them I do, but I don’t know how to stop the whole, pulling plants out of the ground.” He gestured to the now flattened bouquet of flowers.

The boys all chuckled, each fondly looking at their flower so kindly gifted by the newest member of the club. “Eddie?” A familiar voice called from the door way. The boys all turning to see Y/n stood at the door, their hands covered in soap. “Bubbled don’t taste good.” They cried, a few tears finally descending down their face, the soapy taste in their mouth finally too much to handle.

“What did I tell you boys.” Eddie laughed. “Our own little terror.”

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crissiebaby · 8 months

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The Padded Palace Act III: Chapter 20

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. Be sure to check out the link in the description if you need to start all the way back from the first chapter in Act I! I hope you enjoy!

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“Wowza! I swear, you’re more squirmy than my GareBare is!”

“MMMMMMM!” shouted a muffled Latasha, her words blocked by the paci-gag that was locked firmly in her mouth. With her arms pinned over her head and her feet tied down to the foot of the changing table, she was at the mercy of whichever Big was standing over her, which at the moment happened to be Jesi.

Sprinkling the bottle of baby powder all over Latasha, Jesi was determined to give the seasoned caregiver as perfect of a diaper change as possible. Unfortunately, her blindfolded state left a lot to be desired in the diapering department, leading to more powder winding up on Latasha’s tummy and thighs than her well-padded crotch. Pressing on the fourth tape, she backed away and removed her blindfold, only to hang her head in shame as she gazed upon the final product. “Shoot! I put one of the leg tapes where the waist one goes!” she cried, always first in line to be her own worst critic.

“There, there. At least you got it on her fully. Can’t say the same for everyone in attendance,” said Elma, placing a tender hand on Jesi’s shoulder, “Now, clear out. It’s time for Mother’s turn.”

Snatching the blindfold out of Jesi’s hands, she approached the changing table with an eager smile. After all, it wasn’t every day that she got to pamper a former protege, especially one who abandoned the trade she had put so much effort into training her for.

However, as she looked back at the crowd around her, Elma’s eyes locked onto Skye’s satisfied smile. It seemed she wasn’t the only one with the belief that Latasha was right where she belonged. She hesitated momentarily as a cruel, bitter idea emerged as the prominent thought in her head. “Hey Skye,” she said, grabbing a fresh, folded diaper off the stack next to the changing table and holding it out for Skye to take, “If anyone deserves a turn, I think it should be you.” While she may have wanted her own catharsis, she knew Skye needed it far more for all the anxiety that Latasha had put her through.

Staring blankly at Elma’s hand for what felt like an eternity, a realization hit Skye like a large Tonka truck. Despite living within the confines of the ABDL community for nearly a decade, never had she been allowed to diaper someone else. Sure, she’d diapered herself on numerous occasions back before she lived as a full-time Little but those days felt so foreign to her at this point. To be offered the chance now, especially considering who she would be diapering, was almost too surreal to believe. Filled with uncertainty in her chest, she gritted her teeth and nodded, earning wild applause from the audience that had amassed in Latasha’s hotel room.

“Latasha’s getting diapered by her own Little?! Oh, this is too good!”

“You’ve got this, Skye!”

“Go show her booty who’s boss!”

The voices from the crowd only fueled Skye’s devious nature. Encouraged by those around her, she confidently hopped to her feet and approached Elma, standing a bit taller than she normally did to accept the soft, plastic rectangle from Elma. “I’m weady ta-...I’m ready to play,” she said, dropping her lisp as it no longer felt natural to use.

“Do you need me to explain everything or are you good to go?” asked Elma as stepped in behind Skye and placed the silky blindfold over her eyes.

Shaking her head no, Skye responded, “I’ve played before. Never from this side, though.” She exhaled a shaky laugh as her anxiety spiked the raw feeling in her chest again. Only this time, it didn’t cause her any pain. Rather, it served to fuel and exhilarate her. That exhilaration soon led to a warm, moist pit growing in her own diaper. This must’ve been why Bigs got off on dominating Littles so much, her horniness rising due to her newfound power.

“You’re gonna be great,” said Elma, tightening the blindfold around Skye’s head and spinning her a few times before stepping aside and leaving Skye to take her turn, “I’ll be right here if you have any questions.”

Opening the diaper like a bag of microwave popcorn, Skye’s delicate hands traced the edges of the unfolded nappy, making sure that the diaper was fully flattened out beforehand. She then stepped up to the table, quickly locating the wealth of bulk around Latasha’s waist.

“Shkye…don…do dis,” stuttered Latasha as she struggled to muscle out four short words from behind the humongous paci bulb. Her pleas clearly fell on deaf ears as Skye’s hands continued to explore her body. She eeped as her legs were yanked into the air before being lowered back down onto yet another layer of padding. As much as she hated to admit it, her arousal only seemed to grow alongside her diaper count, made worse by having Skye of all people adding to the fire. She bit down on the binky in her mouth, failing to suppress a dull moan from escaping her lips.

Losing her composure momentarily, Elma allowed her jaw to drop at how submissive Latasha was acting. Even when she was being punished under her tutelage, Latasha's biggest strength had always been the crazy amount of self-control she had, as if she could shut off her arousal through sheer determination alone. Clearly, this was not the same Latasha. “For Goddess's sake, you’re nothing more than a diapered, little loser now, aren’t you? Don’t you feel any shame as a caregiver?” she said, piling on the humiliation as she leaned in close to Latasha’s ear to ensure Skye couldn’t hear her, “No, you don’t, do you? Because you’re not a proper caregiver, and you never will be.”

Whimpering in a mix of anger, embarrassment, and unending pleasure, Latasha’s head was spinning far too much for her to argue back in any meaningful way. Not that she’d have much of an argument if she could. Neglectful, self-centered, and prideful; traits unbecoming of a caregiver. And yet, she couldn’t deny that they were apt descriptions for her behavior since arriving at CrissCon. This is where she belonged. She deserved this. She deserved this. She deserved this.

Skye, meanwhile, paid little attention to the kind of head space Latasha was in with her focus locked firmly on the task at hand. Squirting a wealth of lotion into her hand, she began to smear the creamy substance all over Jesi’s previous handiwork, unaware of how haphazardly she was applying it while blindfolded. Once she felt the diaper had a decent layer of lotion, she felt around the table for the bottle of powder, using the crowd to her advantage as their voices seemed to pick up whenever her hand neared the bottle. A small poof of white powder escaped the bottle as her fingers latched onto it, sending her adoring audience into yet another frenzy of cheers. She was really doing this!

“Alright, Skye. The easy part’s over. Now you’ve gotta tape her shut!” encouraged Elma, who was more than happy to cheap a little bit on Skye’s behalf via shoutouts, “Don’t forget to fluff out the wings or else they’ll get bunched up!”

Raising a thumbs up over her shoulder, Skye didn’t need the help but wasn’t about to push her luck with Elma in any regard. She was, by far, the most dominant person she’d ever met in her life, and nothing over the course of this night had come anywhere close to changing her mind. In a way, it was kind of ironic. The way she looked at Elma now was the way she used to view Latasha. And now here she was, powdering Latasha’s fluffy backside as if the two years of their Little-Big relationship held no water.

Believing to have dusted Latasha with a proper layer of talcum, Skye set the bottle down and moved in for the big finish. Based on the amount of trouble Jesi had, it was safe to say taping the diaper around so much bulk wasn’t an easy feat. Grabbing one wing, she pressed it against Latasha’s body with her knee to hold it in place while leveraging her body on top of her caregiver to gain access to the second set of tapes.

This caused a jolt of pleasure to shoot through Latasha as Skye’s diaper mooshed up against hers in a very erotic fashion, at least from Latasha’s perspective anyhow. For Skye, she was too focused on the task at hand to notice that she and Latasha were bumping diapers with each other. After what felt like an eternity of trying to line up the first tape, she slapped it down, allowing for the second tape to be applied much easier. She then repeated the process on the other side, hopping down from the table and raising her hands in victory as the final tape was pressed on. “I’m done! Did I win?” she asked, unable to suppress her own Little tendencies as she bounced up and down on her feet in anticipation.

“Well, why don’t you see for yourself,” said Elma, untying the blindfold from Skye’s head and revealing the utterly atrocious job that the inexperienced Little had done.

While it all looked right in her head, Skye had ultimately failed to properly diaper Latasha. Her head sunk as she looked upon her work and despaired. The tapes were all over the place, with the right side nearly overlapping while the left side bunched up near the leg hole. It was a disgraceful display, at least in Skye’s eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart. You didn’t do so bad. Your powdering and lotion skills were spot on,” said Elma, petting Skye’s head in an attempt to cheer her up, “Here, lemme get it fixed for you.” Wrapping the blindfold around her head, she approached Latasha’s cowering body and proceeded to make quick work of repairing Skye’s misshapen diapering much to the awe of everyone in attendance. If it wasn’t obvious before that Mother Elma’s skills were far above everyone else’s, it certainly was now. It wasn’t even 30 seconds before she was pulling off the blindfold to admire her own handiwork. “Okay, Lil’ Tish, I’ll let you be the judge. Feeling all snug in there?” She smiled devilishly at Latasha, patting the front of her diaper condescendingly.

Scowling at Elma with burning intensity, there were many things Latasha would happily do if her body weren’t restrained to a diaper table. And while she wasn’t in the position to do much, she knew she could still take a big bite out of Elma’s ego. “I fink chus did a shiddy job, Ewma,” she said, causing a chorus of oohs to circle the hotel room. To prove her point, she wiggled her hips for a few seconds only for one of the tapes to pop loose, “Too fas an nod enuff time secuwin da tapes. Amatuew ad bes.”

Returning Latasha’s death glare, Elma’s cheeks flared up for only a split second. She could’ve sworn the tapes were secure. Pressing the tape back into place, she looked down at the satisfied grin Latasha was wearing in spite of her current position. Thinking on her feet, she knew she couldn’t let Latasha get the better of her. “A “shiddy” job, huh? Sounds like someone needs to learn a lesson about using naughty words,” she said, removing the velcro straps from Latasha’s arms and hoisting her off the table.

Before Latasha could attempt to wrestle her way out of Elma’s arms, she found herself being thrown down on the side of the bed with her legs and diapered bum hanging off the side. It didn’t take her long to realize what Elma was planning to do. “NUH! Ged off me!” she screamed, wiggling up a storm in hopes of breaking free, only for several more hands to clamp down on her.

“Not this time, Tish. I let you go once before and clearly that was a mistake,” said Elma, taking hold of the paddle once more and brushing it delicately against Latasha’s backside as if warming up her booty, “You remember the drill, right? 20 hits for an infraction. Lose count and I start over.”

*SMACK!*

“AHHHHGH!” shouted Latasha, unable to suppress her cries as the wooden paddle mashed down on her well-diapered bottom. A deep, searing pain soon surfaced on her right ass cheek, with her padding doing little to stop the damage that Elma’s dangerous swing had the power to inflict.

Placing a hand to her ear for a brief moment, Elma raised the paddle yet again. “I didn’t hear a one!” she yelled, punctuating her sentence with another *SMACK!*

“AHHH-ONE!” said Latasha, recalling how neverending this pain could be if she failed to keep up with Elma. As much as she didn’t want to degrade herself this way, she had little choice considering her circumstances. She couldn’t even get a full breath in before the next *SMACK!* graced her buttocks, “GAAAAH! TWO!”

The process continued seemingly for ages, at least from Latasha’s perspective. With each spank, the crowd around them only seemed to get louder, shoving the caregiver further down the Little Space rabbit hole. How could she let this happen? She was a Big, for Goddess’s sake. This was supposed to be her party. Mercifully, the word “twenty” did finally manage to escape her lips, with Latasha managing to escape with only one additional spanking. She allowed herself to relax, believing the punishment to be over.

“Okay, party peeps. I think it's time we got a new dork on the table. This one’s looking a bit broken,” teased Aanya, placing a foot against Latasha’s butt and nudging it slightly to aggravate the stinging, “Hand over the paddle, Elms.”

However, as Aanya reached for the paddle, Elma instead arched back with the paddle in hand, causing everyone within radius to duck out of the way.

*SMACK!*

Latasha’s eyes practically bugged out of her skull as the surprise hit left her utterly speechless. The spanking was supposed to be over. What the fuck was Elma doing?

“Oh, I’m nowhere near done,” said Elma, her voice turning cold as she arched back again and placed another hardy *SMACK!* on Latasha’s raw rear, “Do you have any idea how hard you were to replace?!”

*SMACK!*

“You were my first student!”

*SMAAACK!*

“I was so proud of you!”

*SMAAAAAACK!*

“And now look at you!”

*SMAAAAAAAAAACK!*

“A failure of a Diaper Dom and a caregiver!”

*SMAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!*

“Disappointing! That’s what you are…in all my years of domming, you’re my greatest disappointment.”

Raising the paddle for another hit, Elma’s emotions finally got to her. The paddle slipped from her hands and clunked against the floor, its sound causing Elma to snap to reality. She looked around briefly, glancing at the various, horrified expressions of everyone in attendance. Even Skye seemed to back away from her. She gazed back down at Latasha’s whimpering and pathetic state, realizing too late that she’d gone too far. “L-Latasha…I’m-”

“Elma, I think it's best you take Missy back to your room,” said Jesi, placing a hand on each of Elma’s arms and ushering the petrified dominatrix toward the door.

Stepping onto the bed to ensure everyone could see her, Aanya knew when it was time to call it. “Attention everyone! Party’s over!” she yelled, causing everyone to start filing out. Before long, the only ones left in the hotel room were Jesi, Aanya, Latasha, and their Littles.

Watching from the sidelines as Jesi and Aanya removed Latasha’s many diaper layers and prepped her for bed, a pinging pain filled Skye’s chest. This wasn’t supposed to be how it went. She wanted to embarrass her Mommy a little. Not allow Elma to brutalize her to the point of going non-verbal. Her heart swelled with guilt and regret, wishing she could rewind the night to stop herself before it was too late. Sadly, it WAS too late. And worst of all, there was really no one else to blame but herself.

As Jesi removed the extra diapers from Latasha’s waist and lifted the covers over her weary body, Skye rushed over and crawled in with her Mommy, tears streaming down her face. “I sowwy, M-Mommy,” she stuttered as she nuzzled up to Latasha’s limp, passed-out body, wishing that the two of them could be snuggling back at home.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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mrsgaryrennell · 4 years

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When Gary and MC kiss at the gym, it’s clear that’s the first time they both felt ‘the spark’ with each other. Then the next few days, Gary spends a lot of time with Lottie, (even if MC was with Rocco). I think he might have been scared that he was feeling so close to MC so soon. Also worried that they might not get to be together again, because of the others boys crushes on her, and her feelings changed.

AHhhHHHH SIS 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼🤧that got me so soft.

Gary was probably afraid of falling for MC too early and he felt protective or his feelings and even MC’s to not get either of them hurt 🥺I do think that this is part of the reason why Gary opted for spending some time with Lottie instead. Maybe after feeling the spark with MC at the gym, he was trying to convince himself that he should stick with Lottie since he had already kissed her by then and didn’t feel what he felt with MC 😭

That would make sense as to why Gary would try to lowkey side with Lottie on day 4 when he’s trying to make his sandwich, when he tries to make fun of Rocco/Marisol with his David Attenborough to please her, or when he asks her for a chat about the Rocco thing. He’s possibly done all of that because he grew afraid of really liking MC and like you said, knowing she’s highly wanted by the majority of the boys, it’s easier to just stick with Lottie.

Regardless of Gary trying to direct himself towards Lottie, he knows he’s only physically attracted to her but he felt that spark with MC and he remembers which is what gets me shook LMAO because we must remember that golden Garebare didn’t freakin know wtf was “the spark”

But after MC picked him on day 9 and they go to the hideaway, this precious soft boi remembers the chat he had with MC and after their first time, he tells her this:

WHEN I SAW THIS I-

#love island game #love island the game #litg #litg gary #litg mc #gary x mc #mc x gary #this boy makes me so soft oml #never fails lol 🤧🤧

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arlertoutlet · 10 years

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less than a month until i meet tumblr user espurrminate irl

#I CANNOT WAIT #garebare #THE BAE

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omggarebare-blog · 11 years

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Almost the end

Senior appreciation..grad night.. what a ride it has been.

So there is actually alot to say about Symphony Church but for now, I'll just keep it simple. Grad night tonight and man that was awesome.

I am not going to lie, when I heard about Grad Night fall semester, I litearally would spend time when I am not doing stuff, thinking about what I was going to say. Just throughout this whole year, thinking, what will be my legacy, and I realized, it will be that of lulz.

On a side but somewhat related note, I was talking to Debby about AACF Senior Appreciation and how it was called a "Black tie affair." I was telling her that I was going to wear a silver tie just to troll them, and Debby replied, "You are such a troll."

For reasons unknown, I dont fully understand why I am the way I am, and as I write this, I hear the words of Michael Scott telling Toby from the Office,"Why are you the way you are?"

I dont know why I am the way that I am. But one thing I realize (and I am sure you do) is that I laugh alot. When people say stuff, I usually just think of the funnier side of things because life is way too short to be taken seriously. Stressing out about temporary things of this world is definitely not worth it compared to the joy that this world has to offer through Jesus.

So as I rushed through my testimony of how I came to Symphony, trying to make it under Pastor Barry's/Shan's 5 minute time limit, I had time to do the "song" that I was super nervous about because I dont know how the staff would react. (spoiler alert, I was not excommunicated.)

The "song" was something that I heard when I went to an Intervarsity retreat and it made me do the lulz. I am sure someone recorded it so it will be on Facebook somewhere. But because of this song, I actually missed the last paragraph, which was words of encouragement.

(Ok I just thought of this as I think of the outline in my head but I am going to add this here in parenthesis. In my leadership class, one of the lowest things I scored on was "Encouraging words," which was not surprising to me. It is only lulz that the only words of encouragement I had in my testimony was not said. lawls.)

So I thought about it (briefly) and decided that I will post what I was sharing here so that you can read it slowly since I am sure I was speaking really super fast.

So thanks for bearing with me, here it is. On a side note, I have been thinking about making a blog strictly for writing my memoirs and other silly tidbits of my life since I realized my life isn't exactly normal. I currently have no motivation to do this, but if you want to motivate me, please send me a message in my inbox encouraging me. (you can do it anonymously.)

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It is crazy that I am writing this because it signals that a chapter of my life is now closing as I get ready to write my next chapter. When I first came to college, I was not sure what to expect as I was not sure of even where Boston was. When I arrived, I started going to a church far away, and I went because of 2 reasons, 1) I did not want to go to a church just because all my friends went there, and 2) I heard that church was looking for drummer. So when I went to this church, I was disappointed because they already had a drummer, but I decided to commit to them for the rest of the year. I did not grow spiritually mainly because I had no friends who went to that church, they had a very late Sunday service, and I made no effort to get closer to their community or invest in them. My freshmen year was a blur as I was not very close to God at all.

So as sophomore year began, I took a deep sigh and told myself that I would try to make an effort to invest at this church, but after a few months, I found that I could not do it. About late November, I was in my dorm when a friend told me about a new church that just started that was again, looking for a new drummer. I told myself, sure why not, and went.

When I first arrived at Symphony, I was a little taken back because the person giving announcements seemed like he had way too much energy for giving announcements. But as I attended service, I was taken aback by the passion for God in which everyone else had and that was displayed by the staff and the people who represented themselves as “Symphony”. I remembered I wanted to worship with this church the first time I entered and I told myself that this church would be the place where I can grow. I was not even worried about praise team, but instead, wanted to serve this church because i immediately fell in love with it. Friday night fellowships were at Pastor Barry’s house and would consist of less than 10 people but were by far the best memories I had because they were so similar to how my Friday services were back home at my old church.

Family groups were also a trip because back then, there were 2 family groups, one with Doug and Cami, the other with Cindy and Patrick, and I remembered checking the box to join a family group but I never got an email. It was only until I was invited by Grace Haeun that I first came out to Wednesday family group and officially began my journey with Symphony.

Praise team was also really weird when I first started to play because I did not really understand the intricacies of singing. I thought you just play music, sing words, worship Jesus with your heart, and that was it. But when Sunny would ask all the vocals to sing, no instruments, and it sounds amazing, but Sunny stops everyone and says someone is singing the wrong pitch or what have you. That was very weird to me.

But man did college go by fast. I was a junior already and as soon as I know it, I was in London. After that, boom, I was a senior already and I was thinking of what I have to say for grad night or senior appreciation. I am truly thankful for this community because this community has shown me what it really means to be a kingdom worker. I did not think I would ever be in a place where I can be comfortable with those I can call “family” yet still be fired up and passionate for God myself. It is crazy seeing how God has grown this church, coming from 2 family groups, to over 10, from 30-40 people service, to over 100, and going from ordering food for Sunday congregation, to making Chicken Basil Pesto. Props to the hospitality team for doing an awesome job every Sunday.

In lieu of my injury, again I saw the graciousness and the huge heart of those who come to Symphony, whether it’s David giving me a ride after encore, or Pastor Barry praying for my leg to heal randomly whenever he walks by. I know it may not seem like it, but the grace and love everyone has shown me is something I really do appreciate and use to emulate within my work place and what not. It is crazy being part of this Symphony family, always knowing that when I come back to Boston, that this church will still be here, with a huge passion and heart for God. So as I think of the theme of this chapter that is about to end, I think of the theme of “grace” because that is what something that God has poured out abundantly onto me.

I would like to end with two things, one, to find the joy in life and not take things too seriously. You guys all know I am not a very serious person 90% of the time, and I think one thing that has gotten me through alot of rough, tiring, and straining times was being able to see the joy in God’s creation and just everything around me. So dont ever miss out on the beauty, the joy, and the happiness that God has for you. If you find that you force yourself to smile, to laugh, and to enjoy everything that Jesus has made for you, you will see that you will actually start to enjoy it. I would also like to end this chapter with a closing song.

-garebare out

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