Saturday, July 14, 2012


Curtain unveiling, answers revealing.

Heart pounding, visions blaring.

Dreams arising, faith is daring.

Hope is knocking, slowly waking.

Courage mounting, knees are shaking.

Rattled from its temporary slumber,

soul realizes that Love will never leave His own behind.

I'm overcome.


Sunday, January 8, 2012

Fahrenheit 451

In this thought-provoking book, there's a part where Guy, the main character, is addressing his wife. He says,
"Let you alone!? That's all very well, but how can I leave myself alone? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?"

Good question. It's good to be content, but a discontent with things that are wrong will spur on greater action. It's the opposite of remaining indifferent. That's the kind of discontent Guy was referring to. It makes you stop and think. It can make you angry with injustice. It may produce courage. When was the last time we were really bothered?

Fahrenheit 451 portrays a world where nobody questions anything. They sit idle and go with the flow. Everything is upside down, and nobody remembers the goodness of the past. Without as much as a blink, the characters blindly embrace whatever erroneous notions are handed to them.

Guy Montag was not an exception, until, one day, he met a young girl who shattered all he thought he knew. "Are you happy?" she innocently asked. This particular question deeply shook him. Turning another building into a pile of ash felt less disturbing than to answer that.

Triggering a multitude of other inquiries on his part, this question seemed to reveal the tunnel that would lead to clarity.

Yeah, you all should read this. Sadly, it reminds me of a world I know.

Saturday, January 7, 2012


My useless ability to inadvertently distract myself can be frustrating. It's sure not helpful when I'm sitting in algebra, listening to a lecture about how graphing can change your life, and seeping into a reverie regarding something that is possibly more vital than math.

That can be a problem. The sum of everything is that I get distracted by people in the class and start wondering who they are outside of class, what they're really up to, and if they're possibly incognito or actually themselves. Consequently, my curiosity multiplies. Add it all up, and I've learned half of what I was supposed to.

Blame it on my bookishness growing up [and to this day], but it's what forces me to be easily ensnared by my imagination. Now, I don't use it for nonsense like imagining about boys and such, but about places, stories and people.

Recently, I was pondering about what it'd be like to have grown up in a different place. No offense Washington.

But, I wonder what it would be like to grow up in Maine where you can explore lighthouses, learn how to sail, and enjoy many ripe blueberries and various lobster dishes. Or in Alaska, I'd live in an igloo or join a Native tribe [with my parent's consent], and marvel at the aurora borealis. England would be so swell too.

Point being, there's a myriad of cool places to have grown up in. The list goes on.
Where would you have wanted to grow up and why?

Sunday, October 30, 2011


Dear reader,

I know it. I've been a terrible blogger. I really thought I'd pick my blogging up after this summer ended. Wrong. And now, I'm asking for a break. I know, how uncharacteristic of me.

The reason why I haven't picked up my blog is because I've been trying to focus on other important areas of my life. Areas like school, family, friends and church. You know, the important stuff in life. Mostly though I've been trying to focus on the most important person in my life: Jesus.

I promise I'll pick the blog up once December rolls around, but for now I'm going to extend this break for another month. I want to spend less time on the internet, and more time being with the Lord and hearing from Him.

Thanks for understanding! And see you soon.

p.s. I'd appreciate it if you still stuck around.



Thursday, October 20, 2011

Oh Dear

I'm just so thankful and bubbling over with joy, that I felt a pressing need to write a few thank you notes. Here goes.

Dear sis: thanks for all the laughs. I love our late night chats, and hanging out with you.
p.s. did I mention that you are one of the most understanding people ever?

Dear nieces: thanks for living up to the "kids say the darnest thing's reputation". You two outdo yourselves never ceasing to say something outlandish and crack me up.

Dear math teacher: I know some students in our class would prefer a more organized schedule, but I think you're great. You're so sweet all the time. I love that.

Dear Abby: thank you for being you. You make Clark a better place.

Dear school newspaper: thanks for letting me be a part of you. How fun it is to be writing up articles.

Dear parents: thanks for the surprise visit last weekend, I was kinda missing you guys...and then you two coincidentally just showed up...parental intuition I guess.

Dear job: thanks for allowing me to keep bringing home the bacon. Literally. Actually, not literally..

Dear Jillian: you're my hero. Thanks for haunting me, it really helps.

Dear middle school group: the transition hasn't been totally easy, not seeing my friends on Fridays and all, but it's been a blessing being with you. It's great reflecting on what I was like at that age, and relating with you guys.

Dear Jesus: thank you for joy and perfect peace.

Dear pumpkin spice latte: thank you for spicing up my mornings.

Dear autumn: thanks for being so refreshing. You are possibly my favorite.

Dear moments of reflection: thank you for coming at very opportune times.

Dear friends: thank you for being fantastic, and loving me so.

Dear doodling: thanks for keeping me occupied during certain less than enthusiastic classes.

Dear brother in law: thanks for making me fluffy pancakes on Saturday mornings. That scent really gets me up.

Dear lists: thanks for helping me remember things I'd like to do, songs I need to remember, books I need to read, things I need to accomplish and all that other jazz.

Dear Excedrin: thanks for your potent capability to banish migraines.

Dear life: thanks for being beautiful.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

I'm back, Jack

Hello friends, I'm sorry for ditching my blog all summer. I spent my summer at my parent's house, who don't have you can probably imagine that managing a blog under those conditions is of course possible, but difficult. And no, they don't live in a cave. They live in Washington, but are in the process of getting a new computer...hence the internet thing.

Honestly, I don't know where to begin, and how to sum up these last few months. God has been FAITHFUL. I'm never ever underestimating Him anymore! Going away from my church and family for a while and immersing myself into a new church with new faces definitely took me out of my comfort zone. But that's a great thing, because I love a challenge. And I notice that in my own life, God is so good to constantly challenge me. I love that about Him. He's not going to let me simmer in a bubble or let other things hold me back, instead He desires for me to change and acquire the abundant life He promises.

Gah...I just can't...I just can't stop being amazed at my incredible creator. How He truly knows the desires of our hearts. How He cares about every detail of our lives. How He is quick to forgive when we mess up. And how He is even quicker to bless us and provide us with our needs. Trust in Him you His saints. Nothing is too monumental for God to handle.

ps. I'll share more about this summer in my next post. Thanks for still tuning in.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011


That's it. I am resolved to now keep a prayer journal. I realize there are times when I pray fervently for something, then forget I prayed about it, and when God answers...I don't right away notice that the unfolding outcome of the situation or whatever it is, is actually God answering my prayer. Or I beg God to help me overcome a certain flaw I have, that seems impossible for me to be void of, and when God does give me victory over it I don't realize it's Him...and may even subconsciously give credit to myself.

I've got spiritual amnesia. I am just like the Israelites who witnessed amazing miracles that God performed, praised Him and then rapidly forgot what God did for them and shortly began to murmur and complain again. I used to scoff at the Israelites and their blunders, before I started seeing the same exact blunders in me.
How dare I complain about my life when God has proven Himself [not that He even needs to] to be faithful and good to me in the past? How could I forget the myriad of answered prayers I've received? How could I still find room to nurture doubt?

I'm so thankful for His patience with me. What a loving God He truly is.
This is exactly why I'm starting a prayer journal, so that I can record His wonderful blessings to me..rereading them sounds like a cure for any complaining and worry on my part.
Have you folks ever struggled with this? If so, what has helped you?