Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Tears

She cries.

This seems to be her only outlet.  Neither she, nor anyone she has confided in has any explanation as to why, or where the ocean of tears are coming from.  Yet they continue to flow, well up, and slowly fall down her ashen face.  Her friends tell her that crying is healthy and freeing.

     " God, how is this healthy if I'm tortured by my emotions until everything I have ever done or said comes back full swing in my face?", she pleads with her heart full of ache.

In bitter anguish she lets her thoughts run wild and tears run free almost every night. Gripped with fear, and absolutely indecisive about life in general, slowly, painfully, she drifts of to sleep.

 Blame, doubt, and confusion greet her with the rising sun.

Scooping sand onto her feet, her eyes are fixated on the shoreline. She notices the waves licking the sand, as if coming back for more food on thanksgiving day. She tries not to think too hard. She does so to avoid being captured in her thoughts, and becoming captivated in the world of gloom and doom. Her feelings slowly seem to be coming back to her. Recently, numb has been her desired reality. The sand, saltwater, and distant echo of children laughing cause a smile to sneak across her face.

Standing now, she dusts her sandy hands on her shorts and walks towards the water. Waves consistently rush to her ankles; she stops. Blocking everything else out, one word continues to bounce around in her head.

Peace.


She sees, feels, and hears it. Squinting up at the sky with determination and life in her face she proclaims, " No more tears!"

Featured above is my randomly inspired mini story(?!) In the middle of last night I just started organizing sentences and thought, " I have to start writing this!"

So I did. :)

Perks of the week :

Composition I started! YAY! :D
Senior year started today! Whoooooooooot.
I babysat some perty cute kiddos "Is miss wacey going to come pway bwocks with me today?" :)
I bought Owl City's new cd : All things bright and beautiful- life changing cd. haha :)

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

It just might change your life


Not might.

It will.

The gospel is offensive. Who wants to submit to God for every need? But before submission, who wants to be called a sinner?  Especially in an independent, feminism filled, self sufficient, "Yes we can!" world. How dare you try to control me, fix me, I'm fine on my own. A relationship with the Lord Jesus, Creator of the universe, is, however, completely different. We are, indeed, owned by God. Yet, in spite of something that sounds terrible, it isn't. God owns us, but because we, those saved, have come to realize how miraculous it is that he saved us, instead of hatred we display love. Without Christ rescuing us out of the grave, we would be condemned to hell, separated from God, forever. Its like getting offended about something before fully understanding the 'issue' at hand. Yes, we have sinned, disobeyed God's law, but he is willing to forgive.

 God is most glorified in us when we are most satisfied in him.



 And it…
Just might change your life

You’re on the edge now take one step
And you just might find you’ll fly 
You never know what will happen next
Don’t be afraid to let go this time
{It just might change your life}





I Have Other Sheep That Are Not of This Fold

I Have Other Sheep That Are Not of This Fold

Saturday, August 6, 2011

The birds in the trees and the grass in the breeze

      The best writers, in my opinion, are the people who describe life in eloquent, yet sometimes blunt terms, but shed light on simple details. The good, the bad, the ups, the downs-- every little details given notice. The most intriguing part of this type of writing is the fact that situations are brought to life. At times, you may have to use your imagination, but, usually, the reader is drawn into the writers world. Good writers are the writers that make you contemplate small happy hings.

     I'm sitting next to a tree with quite a few critters crawling on it. There is one white and black stripped caterpillar inching his way up the tree. His movement is a continuous wave or circle, almost a constant hiccup, from his bum to his chest. Mr. Bumble Bee has been pollinating little purple flowers surrounding the Maple tree that the caterpillar was climbing. The horses 300 yards away have been trying to give someone a piece of their minds by neighing in between a couple of bites of grass. The cows just behind me have been giving-what-for-mooing. Who knows? Maybe the horses and the cows are conversing among themselves. :)

     Dark grey clouds were scattered across the sky, now, puffy white clouds hang on a blue back drop. Through the clouds, the bright yellow sun shines down as a spotlight to the green grass, with a diverse flower audience. At the closing of this lovely show, the crickets express a joyous encore, "Here, here, what a day!" Although, there is always at least one disturbance. Here it's route 26. The constant traffic flow is well, consistent day and night. Compact cars, SUV's, trucks, 18 wheelers, we have it all. It is not exactly the most desired lullaby. Why must people always go, go, go,?

Stop.

Go to bed.

Chill.

That's what I'd like to them.

~We are the aroma of Christ~

     

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

days go by

In the past few days we have :


  • Seen Captain America--much better than I thought it would be :)
  • Played countless rounds of Boggle (all the rage around here :) )
  • Went to the pool
  • Swam in the creek
  • Slept in bunches
  • Went to Community Baptist Church on Sunday
  • Drove to West Virginia
  • Watched Hawaii 5-0
  • Mom and Dad have been married 19 years (yesterday)
  • Eaten to much food and not exercised enough of it off :P
  • Enjoyed each others company
  • I played Dominoes with Pappy for over an hour :)
This trip has been a lot of fun, and I'm looking forward to the addition of another cousin and Aunt to join us tomorrow, but I sure do miss Florida.
And everyone who lives there :D 

Aunt Brenda playing the flight simulator with Justino and Kennedy.



Aunt Brenda and Uncle Gregg's house.

Mom's 19 roses! :)