Thursday, September 30, 2010

look around

Look around, look at you, look at your life. There are too many good things going on. Wonderful blessings. Simple beautiful things we miss. We are so stupidly discontent over NOTHING. We are blessed beyond measure. We have numerous things to smile about.

These are but a few of the things that I've recognized as blessings and have been bringing my heart joy lately:
the morning fog
quiet time with the Lord
the beautiful sun
gentle sound of rain
mom and dad :)
wonderful friends
caring family
prayer
learning about anything
work
laughter
my CAR> yeah, I said it!
books
GRACE
overcoming sin
setting goals
sunday school
hope
incredible photographs
excitement over His plan
the coming rapture, oh boy
beauty of nature
kind acts of others
kindness in general
David :)
this includes: dinosaurs, rocketships, and everything else we play
stillness
beautiful melodies
activities
truth
church <3
& all the kind souls in it.
all my nieces and nephews
HIS faithfulness
fall colors
doodling/drawing
seeing noble character in people
creativity
breakfast dates
quality time
and most of all JESUS CHRIST> the biggest blessing of them all.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Sunday, September 26, 2010

This

heart of mine functions as a robot. Quickly so apathetic, quickly so uncaring, quickly so unloving. It functions as a king. Quickly so self-focused, quickly so self-centered, quickly so controlling. It functions as an enemy. Quickly so deceiving, quickly so off track, quickly so ungodly. It functions as a bomb. Quickly so rash, quickly so damaging, quickly self-destructive. It functions as a rock. Quickly so hardened, quickly so cold, quickly so unbreakable.

but Your truth functions:
as an alarm, giving off a warning signal
as a light in the dark, exposing reality
as clarity in uncertainty, giving me understanding
as water in a dry land, refreshing me
as an anchor on a boat, granting me stability
as a key to a prison, setting me free

Jesus I run to you.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

If I ever

even had the slightest audacity to venture into the world of "trying to write a book that people would actually read", such an exciting but frightening thought, I would want to write something that would glorify God. And no offense to Francine Rivers or anything, but I would NOT write "Christian" romance novels. I'm pretty sure those books under the label of Christian are tools that can be used to infiltrate a girls mind and fill it with unnecessary false dreams and garbage. So I don't endorse those. But if I did start writing a story, I'd want your feedback on it. After all, I am a total amateur. But If I did write something, I'd probably begin it like this:

The Foundlings

Each one of them was separated at birth from their mother. The infant was born, and a protective seal was immediately plastered on its eyes, so that it could not see things plainly as they were. A certain virus was injected into them at birth. A virus, so lethal, that in the instance of its injection it spread into all faculties of the young one’s body permeating everything and not withholding itself from any cell. They were then enrolled into an army, to be trained for the rest of their lives, and be employed into a life-long battle against an enemy. All they knew was what they were told from the beginning. They did not know the enemy they were fighting against but they detested him already. The creatures wanted him dead. A poison was passed around every year at the facility. At first, they were forced to drink the horrid contraption, but as time went by they begged for it. The creatures wanted the poison; their bodies asked for it, their insides craved it, and every fiber in their being felt like it was going to erode if it weren’t going to receive it for quite some time. Gradually, they become uglier and uglier, but because of the plaster at birth, they were blind to the viciousness of their appearance. In fact, they looked beautiful to each other. These anomalous creatures turned into monsters.

So please give me your feedback. Does it sound stupid? Is it bearable? Must I delete this passage, crumple it up, and start on something else? Would you want to see me do more with it?
Thanks for your feedback and reading this long post guys :)

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Not rhyming.

You are beautiful and mysterious
Fill me with awe and amazement
Make me brim over with anticipation
One day I will behold Your face
One day I will hold the hand that was nailed to the cross
May this world fade away
I would chose you over it anyday
I don't want to compromise
Any remaining apathy in me I despise
Make me care
Help me understand
Open my eyes, I am often blind
My heart can grow so dull
Can't wait till You come back again
Need you constantly
Need you like water
I thirst for you..
Fill my cup, let it flow over with love

Monday, September 13, 2010

Momentary Illusion

There's too many people out there who imagine they are a minority by setting a unique path and following their dreams and desires, living under an illusion that they are somehow special and prominent. In actuality, these seemingly special people will perish soon enough and will be replaced by others, leaving a small mark of "I was here" on earth that will probably not be recalled by anyone after a time. All their lives they fight for self-assertion and for what? Their perception is skewed, because they're biased. They look at life from the lense called "my viewpoint". But nobody cares. When their time will come, they will be buried and long gone. They will be buried in a cemetery with a bunch of deceased people that aren't known, and that almost nobody remembers anymore. Morbid but true. So how can life count then? We are not as important as we perceive ourselves to be. There's something greater, Someone more worthy of our worship. All attempts to raise ourselves up are vain, futile, and ridiculous. I'd much rather be part of God's momentous production where He takes center stage, than fight and struggle for my own puny little show that will amount to nothing in the end.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Two

"Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees" -Faith Baldwin


It takes two. Two things are making me feel all giddy with excitement inside right now. My polaroid camera and upcoming autumn are all to blame. I love fall. After months of indecisiveness, I have come to the realization that fall is indeed my favorite season. Be wary, however, my opinion might change. But for now, I am overjoyed for autumn. I love the golden and crimson colors, the slightly warm and amiable weather, and the cozy feeling that it cannot help but radiate. And what could be better than bringing out my polaroid to capture such beauty? Not much, I declare. I'm completely enamored with fall.

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Thursday, September 2, 2010

day of birth


I don't understand why God blesses me so much. I am blessed with family, friends, and salvation..not to mention the minor details (which would not be minor if I didn't have them) like a roof over my head, health, clothes, food, and other necessities we grow accustomed to having. It overwhelms me when I think of the waterfall of goodness He pours over me. It literally leaves me feeling overwhelmed and astonished. Why does he love me? I don't deserve it. He chose me to be His child when I did not love Him. He humbled himself and died for me, when all my pride had me living for myself. This August 31st the Lord has blessed me with another year of life, to amount to a total of 18 years. I am humbled by His kindness. There is nothing more humbling for me, than seeing His faithfulness compared to my lack of, or noticing His love compared to my apathy. At the end of the day, when I know I could have lived more worthy of my calling but didn't and when I know I deserve every reprimand He could give..and I almost expect this punishment but instead He welcomes me with open arms on account of Jesus and treats me like His child and blesses me..that's when I'm most humbled. I'm brought to my knees, and can't handle this love.

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