Well I recently moved, and I’m happy to say that the location I am now residing in is actually nice. In fact, one of the neatest things about it is being able to walk everywhere.
There are a good many things that I think are so interesting about this place, but sadly, I can only point out a couple of key things because there are stalker issues to be careful about. And honestly, I think I have enough weirdies in my life already...I just don’t want to deal with more;) So I will refrain from giving too many specifics that could make my description become too obvious for anyone that may be familiar with the area I live in.
And on that note, back to the neatness of the whole place...I am blessed to live in an historic building that resembles something like a castle. The stained glass windows are lovely to look at, with different pictures in each one. I never get tired of gazing in stained glass windows. And the stonework on the outside of this place looks like something taken straight from a storybook. Almost makes you think that you’re not supposed to stay in it. Almost;)
Yesterday, when I was taking a rare and elusive thing called a ‘nap,’ I looked out my window and had to smile to myself because the sky was filled with puffalump clouds. You know, the kind of clouds that are so fun to watch cause they’re really fluffy and full of shapes. I saw a big-nosed dog morph into an eagle right before my very eyes. Absolutely amazing I tell you. And the color of blue in the sky was that vibrant sort of blue that you only see in commercials for sinus/allergy medicines. The bluest blue.
At this very moment, I’m pretty tuckered out from carrying stuff up and down stairs, and getting over a sore throat that has made me sound like a boy for a day or two. Ugh. But I’m extremely thankful that God has brought me to enjoy a new place for a while, a place I will definitely put in my ‘memory box’ that is completely unique and special.
I’m thinking we could use a moat..
Friday, February 22, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Sighing Days
Do you ever have some of those days where you can’t do anything but sigh at it. Like it’s just so absolutely, positively strange or tiring in a way that all you can really do to sum it up, is sigh? I have some of those days now and then.
When I was a little girl, I had the giggley days, when everything from the sun to the moon was simply hilarious to me. I would get so tickled by the oddest things that normally wouldn’t be so humorous, but on that day it was. Then there were the days when I would feel adventurous and think I could conquer the whole world....while riding safely on my three wheeler. It sure did take me forever to get on two wheels too;) The adventure days were fun because there was always something you had to overcome in a superhero way, that you secretly knew nobody else could...like catching a butterfly or racing some other kid twice your size that didn’t have the same appreciation for the three wheeler. Who was that kid anyway? He probably didn’t even live on your block, but you had to prove the point you know. Don’t knock a superhero's three wheeler.
When I got older, drifting into my teens, my days weren’t so adventurous. They became awkward days, and ‘I wish I didn’t have to go to school’ days. And lots and lots of days where I would dream and imagine having a more interesting life traveling around the world on trains and hot air balloons. Fun dreams.
All sorts of days really....days that you remember in different ways. Some from the funny things you saw, or the frustrating situations you couldn’t fix, or from that massively big curb you tripped on in front of the entire country (that just so happened to be going to the store at the same time.) There are endless kinds of days that we have. But the sighing days are not so fun, they’re somewhere between the happy, peaceful days and the gloomy, rainy days. Because you’re not thrilled about what’s happening during it but you have a hope that the exciting adventure days will come tomorrow.
Willow wisps remind me of a sighing flower-like thing (in my thinking anyway.) The way that you blow them and let the tiny white fluttery petals fly away, which is what I would like to do to all the sighing days. Blow them gently away so they go far far away from me, so all the new adventure days can quickly sprout up in the morning....free from the worries of yesterday.
"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of it’s own."
Matthew 6:34
When I was a little girl, I had the giggley days, when everything from the sun to the moon was simply hilarious to me. I would get so tickled by the oddest things that normally wouldn’t be so humorous, but on that day it was. Then there were the days when I would feel adventurous and think I could conquer the whole world....while riding safely on my three wheeler. It sure did take me forever to get on two wheels too;) The adventure days were fun because there was always something you had to overcome in a superhero way, that you secretly knew nobody else could...like catching a butterfly or racing some other kid twice your size that didn’t have the same appreciation for the three wheeler. Who was that kid anyway? He probably didn’t even live on your block, but you had to prove the point you know. Don’t knock a superhero's three wheeler.
When I got older, drifting into my teens, my days weren’t so adventurous. They became awkward days, and ‘I wish I didn’t have to go to school’ days. And lots and lots of days where I would dream and imagine having a more interesting life traveling around the world on trains and hot air balloons. Fun dreams.
All sorts of days really....days that you remember in different ways. Some from the funny things you saw, or the frustrating situations you couldn’t fix, or from that massively big curb you tripped on in front of the entire country (that just so happened to be going to the store at the same time.) There are endless kinds of days that we have. But the sighing days are not so fun, they’re somewhere between the happy, peaceful days and the gloomy, rainy days. Because you’re not thrilled about what’s happening during it but you have a hope that the exciting adventure days will come tomorrow.
Willow wisps remind me of a sighing flower-like thing (in my thinking anyway.) The way that you blow them and let the tiny white fluttery petals fly away, which is what I would like to do to all the sighing days. Blow them gently away so they go far far away from me, so all the new adventure days can quickly sprout up in the morning....free from the worries of yesterday.
"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of it’s own."
Matthew 6:34
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Fireworks
Well we've passed the Christmas, and survived! Imagine that. And now it's already time for the present year to end and the new one to begin. Now I know what most people think of when you say 'New Year.' They can't help but think of those sad little clay-mation (how exactly is that spelled..) movies with a big-eared baby crawling around the world while weird people that can't walk normally chase after him to save us all from not having a new year or something. At least that's what I think it was about....I don't know, but where exactly Rudolph fit in there, I will never know. It was a very confusing movie to say the least. I'm thinking maybe the animators of it could have been recovering from some spiked eggnog of sorts when they made it. It's a possibility. I do like those corny claymation movies though. It's like those dogs that are so ugly, they're cute. Because they're so corny, they're funny.
I wonder if people still try to make New Year's resolutions anymore, or is that a thing of the past? I don't keep up with them really, they don't seem to make much difference anyway. Though I have heard rumors that gyms get hundreds of customers for about a week or so after New Year's, only to have them stop coming a few days later. Such commitment I tell you;) It's a curious thing, that people make an inkling of effort to evaluate a smidgeon of their life and want to improve it, but don't usually see it through. Kudos to the ones that do. It really is a brave thing to want to change a pattern in your life and work to do it.
We're all creatures of habit in some form or another....we eat the foods that we know we'll like, we go to the places we normally like, watch the shows we normally like, listen to the music, buy the clothes, and round and round we go. But it is difficult to stop a pattern in your mind and retrain your brain to go a different way. Hopefully it's for the better, and not bad patterns that you're creating:) It definitely is hard though.
I'm sorry to say that every year when that psychadellic ball drops in New York, I am usually asleep. If I'm awake, I'm usually not interested in watching it anyway. I think when you've seen it once, you've seen the general gist and it can lose the excitement. It did for me anyway.
I wonder if it's the best way to celebrate a new year.....going to the parties, or events, or watching the special on tv.....or maybe not. We should celebrate the end of the year and coming of a new one obviously, because God has blessed us to live for another year! We've survived the wild jungle of life for 12 months, that is always something to be thankful for. But I just wonder what would be the best way to prepare ourselves for the new twists & turns ahead. Probably the same way it's best to prepare for everything.....pray. Pray about your work, your problems, your school, your friends/family, your dreams, your weaknesses, your strengths.....pray about every little thing. Who better to lead you into the unknown future, than the author of life, who carries your future?
One thing I do like about the New Year festivities, are the fireworks. I love fireworks. I think they're fascinating. And they explode. Legally. In different colors even. How cool is that? When I was little I used to wonder how people made them and how all those little light fragments could shoot off into so many different directions to make a beautiful shape. So neat to watch. Ofcourse not everywhere has fireworks for that I guess, more so for the 4th of July. But still, I love to see them:) It would be a neat thing, to think of our lives as fireworks......we're given the ingredients and tools to do something bigger in this life than we can think. Just like people put all the right ingredients into making and planning a fireworks display. We've all got different colors and shapes, and we shoot off into different directions from each other and at different times. But when we're obedient to God, he get's us ready and teaches us how to use all the things He's placed inside of us so that when that time comes.....BAM! He shoots us high into the stars, so we can burst in the pitch black sky with a magnificent array of lights. So high that it's noticeable from a long distance away and everyone can see. Then everyone is left wondering how all those icky ingredients, those trials in life, could make something so stunning. That would be neat.
So here comes the New Year! Let's pray that the Lord will take all the grimey trials we go through in life, and make us burst through them...exploding into the sky and showing everyone in the world how His light shines inside us. Happy New Year!
I wonder if people still try to make New Year's resolutions anymore, or is that a thing of the past? I don't keep up with them really, they don't seem to make much difference anyway. Though I have heard rumors that gyms get hundreds of customers for about a week or so after New Year's, only to have them stop coming a few days later. Such commitment I tell you;) It's a curious thing, that people make an inkling of effort to evaluate a smidgeon of their life and want to improve it, but don't usually see it through. Kudos to the ones that do. It really is a brave thing to want to change a pattern in your life and work to do it.
We're all creatures of habit in some form or another....we eat the foods that we know we'll like, we go to the places we normally like, watch the shows we normally like, listen to the music, buy the clothes, and round and round we go. But it is difficult to stop a pattern in your mind and retrain your brain to go a different way. Hopefully it's for the better, and not bad patterns that you're creating:) It definitely is hard though.
I'm sorry to say that every year when that psychadellic ball drops in New York, I am usually asleep. If I'm awake, I'm usually not interested in watching it anyway. I think when you've seen it once, you've seen the general gist and it can lose the excitement. It did for me anyway.
I wonder if it's the best way to celebrate a new year.....going to the parties, or events, or watching the special on tv.....or maybe not. We should celebrate the end of the year and coming of a new one obviously, because God has blessed us to live for another year! We've survived the wild jungle of life for 12 months, that is always something to be thankful for. But I just wonder what would be the best way to prepare ourselves for the new twists & turns ahead. Probably the same way it's best to prepare for everything.....pray. Pray about your work, your problems, your school, your friends/family, your dreams, your weaknesses, your strengths.....pray about every little thing. Who better to lead you into the unknown future, than the author of life, who carries your future?
One thing I do like about the New Year festivities, are the fireworks. I love fireworks. I think they're fascinating. And they explode. Legally. In different colors even. How cool is that? When I was little I used to wonder how people made them and how all those little light fragments could shoot off into so many different directions to make a beautiful shape. So neat to watch. Ofcourse not everywhere has fireworks for that I guess, more so for the 4th of July. But still, I love to see them:) It would be a neat thing, to think of our lives as fireworks......we're given the ingredients and tools to do something bigger in this life than we can think. Just like people put all the right ingredients into making and planning a fireworks display. We've all got different colors and shapes, and we shoot off into different directions from each other and at different times. But when we're obedient to God, he get's us ready and teaches us how to use all the things He's placed inside of us so that when that time comes.....BAM! He shoots us high into the stars, so we can burst in the pitch black sky with a magnificent array of lights. So high that it's noticeable from a long distance away and everyone can see. Then everyone is left wondering how all those icky ingredients, those trials in life, could make something so stunning. That would be neat.
So here comes the New Year! Let's pray that the Lord will take all the grimey trials we go through in life, and make us burst through them...exploding into the sky and showing everyone in the world how His light shines inside us. Happy New Year!
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Christmas Chaos
Well today is Christmas day. Amazing that the year is already over and it feels like it just started yesterday. I just can't catch up to it I tell you.
Now ordinarily I would never have time to sit down and write something on a blog at Christmas because our holidays have always been so full of chaos that there isn't a second to spare. Ever since I was little, we would all open the presents we received on Christmas morning and then you'd have to race to clean up the house and run out the door to visit relatives. The same group of relatives in fact, all of us going from house to house in something resembling a cattle drive. I don't think anyone ever stopped to think how silly it was really....going to see someone, knowing that they were coming over your house a couple hours later. Not much sense in that at all. But there it was, a little carousel of tradition that no one would ever dare to question, because no one was to go against family tradition. But since we're disowned from that family, now we're free from those decrepit old traditions that did nothing but exhaust everyone who had to clean & prepare food, taking all focus off of the actual meaning of Christmas to begin with.
Sadly, even with just a few of us, we can make traditions all over again that will only continue to keep us looking at the over commercialized Christmas that everyone is supposed to have. You walk through the stores and what do you see? The zombie faces of people killing themselves trying to shop for everyone on their list so that they can keep the whole world happy and not ruffle anyone's feathers. Is that really important? Why do we have to buy each other presents at Christmas? If we want to buy something for someone, why not just buy it and give it when you want to? Why do people make lists of what they want others to get them? I think I've become completely sour on it to tell you the truth. Kids don't care what Christmas is about, they just want what's on the list. What a great thing to teach a child....Christmas = presents. Yep. Can't see that doing any harm to a child.
And there's always the food. You must have certain kinds of food at Christmas or someone's angry eyes will surely make an unfestive appearance and most likely create more stress for the one who was so bold as to not make it. Turkey. I hate turkey. I'd rather have chicken or steak, if we're talking meat. How about some Christmas pizza? Oh, let's just live on the wild side and make some dang quesadillas. Come one, live a little people. And that stuffing. In a box. Or better yet, the age old recipe of someone who died a good number of years back but was kind enough to leave the "secret" ingredients to their precious stuffing. Folks, let's be honest....they probably keeled over from eating that stuffing too much. That stuff is gross. And the vegetables, ok vegetables are good for you, obviously I've never been on good terms with them but ok. Except collard greens. What is that?! Does anyone know? It scares me, it's like an unidentified alien form of seaweed that tries to pass itself off as some high powered vegetable that all old people believe will somehow heal every ailment. I wouldn't touch it with a 50 ft pole.
And there we are.....the neverending cycle of Christmas "traditions" that keep going on all over the world, right beside the rock hard fruitcake that will outlive us all. Gee, what a lovely way to remember holidays huh? Mmm..maybe not so much.
The reason why I'm rethinking the whole psycho-cycle of holiday festivities right now is because I've actually been able to feel what it's like to stop all of it and realize what's important. I always knew that we were supposed to be celebrating the birth of Jesus, an incomparible gift to us. But yet, that cyclone of craziness really prevented me from thinking about it on Christmas for more than a couple seconds in between visits and present giving. Isn't He the Prince of Peace? I wonder why we want to celebrate the peace He gives with absolute chaos. I don't know.....but I'm very thankful to be able to think about all that He's done for me on this awesome day. And I can lift up some worship to Him, which will honor Him more than running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. Maybe I'm finally seeing firsthand what it is to truly celebrate Christmas after all, by offering God the gifts that He so richly deserves, with my time and joyful worship of a mighty God. I am completely penniless at the moment. I mean, if you opened my wallet, the only thing you'd see in there was a little tumbleweed rolling by. So I can't buy gifts for anyone......but life goes on even though I can't get everybody something special. It's about giving to the Lord anyway isn't it? So maybe my gift giving is exactly how it should be after all, giving my heart to Jesus and giving His love to all those around me:)
I hope anyone that may read this will understand that I'm not saying any of this to bash people for doing their Christmas traditions. I only want to challenge others to step off the chaos carousel and listen. Listen to the voice of the Lord calling to people, wanting to show them His true heart. Have a most blessed and peaceful Christmas day!
Now ordinarily I would never have time to sit down and write something on a blog at Christmas because our holidays have always been so full of chaos that there isn't a second to spare. Ever since I was little, we would all open the presents we received on Christmas morning and then you'd have to race to clean up the house and run out the door to visit relatives. The same group of relatives in fact, all of us going from house to house in something resembling a cattle drive. I don't think anyone ever stopped to think how silly it was really....going to see someone, knowing that they were coming over your house a couple hours later. Not much sense in that at all. But there it was, a little carousel of tradition that no one would ever dare to question, because no one was to go against family tradition. But since we're disowned from that family, now we're free from those decrepit old traditions that did nothing but exhaust everyone who had to clean & prepare food, taking all focus off of the actual meaning of Christmas to begin with.
Sadly, even with just a few of us, we can make traditions all over again that will only continue to keep us looking at the over commercialized Christmas that everyone is supposed to have. You walk through the stores and what do you see? The zombie faces of people killing themselves trying to shop for everyone on their list so that they can keep the whole world happy and not ruffle anyone's feathers. Is that really important? Why do we have to buy each other presents at Christmas? If we want to buy something for someone, why not just buy it and give it when you want to? Why do people make lists of what they want others to get them? I think I've become completely sour on it to tell you the truth. Kids don't care what Christmas is about, they just want what's on the list. What a great thing to teach a child....Christmas = presents. Yep. Can't see that doing any harm to a child.
And there's always the food. You must have certain kinds of food at Christmas or someone's angry eyes will surely make an unfestive appearance and most likely create more stress for the one who was so bold as to not make it. Turkey. I hate turkey. I'd rather have chicken or steak, if we're talking meat. How about some Christmas pizza? Oh, let's just live on the wild side and make some dang quesadillas. Come one, live a little people. And that stuffing. In a box. Or better yet, the age old recipe of someone who died a good number of years back but was kind enough to leave the "secret" ingredients to their precious stuffing. Folks, let's be honest....they probably keeled over from eating that stuffing too much. That stuff is gross. And the vegetables, ok vegetables are good for you, obviously I've never been on good terms with them but ok. Except collard greens. What is that?! Does anyone know? It scares me, it's like an unidentified alien form of seaweed that tries to pass itself off as some high powered vegetable that all old people believe will somehow heal every ailment. I wouldn't touch it with a 50 ft pole.
And there we are.....the neverending cycle of Christmas "traditions" that keep going on all over the world, right beside the rock hard fruitcake that will outlive us all. Gee, what a lovely way to remember holidays huh? Mmm..maybe not so much.
The reason why I'm rethinking the whole psycho-cycle of holiday festivities right now is because I've actually been able to feel what it's like to stop all of it and realize what's important. I always knew that we were supposed to be celebrating the birth of Jesus, an incomparible gift to us. But yet, that cyclone of craziness really prevented me from thinking about it on Christmas for more than a couple seconds in between visits and present giving. Isn't He the Prince of Peace? I wonder why we want to celebrate the peace He gives with absolute chaos. I don't know.....but I'm very thankful to be able to think about all that He's done for me on this awesome day. And I can lift up some worship to Him, which will honor Him more than running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. Maybe I'm finally seeing firsthand what it is to truly celebrate Christmas after all, by offering God the gifts that He so richly deserves, with my time and joyful worship of a mighty God. I am completely penniless at the moment. I mean, if you opened my wallet, the only thing you'd see in there was a little tumbleweed rolling by. So I can't buy gifts for anyone......but life goes on even though I can't get everybody something special. It's about giving to the Lord anyway isn't it? So maybe my gift giving is exactly how it should be after all, giving my heart to Jesus and giving His love to all those around me:)
I hope anyone that may read this will understand that I'm not saying any of this to bash people for doing their Christmas traditions. I only want to challenge others to step off the chaos carousel and listen. Listen to the voice of the Lord calling to people, wanting to show them His true heart. Have a most blessed and peaceful Christmas day!
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
The End Of An Era
I am coming to the end of a Florida era. An era of endless golf carts and over-abundance of elderly people that look like they could water skii with the best of 'em. Where the winter clothing consists of short sleeve collar shirts and light rain jackets, and people talk of how it's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas because the temperature got down to the 60's. Brr. These people are hardcore.
I'm wearing my Rudolph t-shirt right now just to be festive:) But in all honesty, it's kind of thrown us off with our seasons....seeing Christmas lights up on the houses and hearing the classic holiday songs played on the radio, while also walking by people who are still wearing shorts. Weirdness. Not a bad weird though. Not to me anyway, I fully appreciate the warm.
Yes, I definitely do NOT have any complaints about the warmer weather, no sirrey-bob. I have not missed wearing 3 pairs of socks and still having suspicions that under those layers, my toes were still blue. Or going outside to get something out of the car and having to dress like the famous overly-layered kid from A Christmas Story that couldn't even wiggle his arms. Yeah...haven't been in a hurry to get back to that. And how can I forget the smiling while your outside, only to feel your teeth hurt cause the freezingness somewhere sinks into your teeth and causes some kind of brainfreeze (only teethfreeze..) That's always fun. But the best thing of all is when you get a sniffley nose and you can feel the runnyness literally stop midway down. Why? Because it freezes. That's right, as if you don't look attractive enough, with a red face and chapped lips...and stacking so many coats on that you could put the Michellin Man to shame while you waddle around...you also have snot freeze on your face. "Eww!" you are most likely saying right now. But I'm sorry, that's what happens. It's not a pretty sight.
So much to look forward to! Yippee! I can't wait to experience absolute numbness in my fingers:) I mean, who doesn't? I know I'll enjoy it for sure. In fact, I may just invite some friends to go to the mall with me so we can take off our hats and watch the mortified faces of children as they witness our atrocious hat hair. It really is an experience. One that I'm sure you would enjoy;)
Ofcourse, I can take the unforgettable memories of seeing a golf cart collision between over-eager old people trying to gunnit through the intersection. Those little speed demons, they were probably hitting 30 on those things. Next thing you know they'll be catching them doing drag races in front of Walmart. Then again..who's to say they aren't already doing that? Hmmm...
I will really have to pray for more patience while on the trip back, because on the way here I thought I was going to wear the honk off the horn. And I don't know about other people, but I realize that for some crazy reason, I must subconsciously think that they can hear me yell at them through the windshield. You could look me in the face and tell that they can't hear me, but for some reason I feel like I should try. Maybe THIS will be the time when someone actually does hear......but I did keep the shakey fist to a minimum. That is something to be noted. I feel like I should've gotten a sticker or maybe a cheap bookmark that says, "I can control my shakeyfist!" That would be nice.
So the countdown is nearing an end to this wild Florida era filled with big bugs and lots of spanish music. But I hope that in all this craziness that we've tried to share with our fellow Americans, we can somehow take from it a bit more wisdom in what the Lord is teaching us and how to keep the joy He gives us, even in the trying times. So long sunshiney state, it was a blessing to know you:)
And just to point out, runnyness is a word. It's new. Thought that should be said...
I'm wearing my Rudolph t-shirt right now just to be festive:) But in all honesty, it's kind of thrown us off with our seasons....seeing Christmas lights up on the houses and hearing the classic holiday songs played on the radio, while also walking by people who are still wearing shorts. Weirdness. Not a bad weird though. Not to me anyway, I fully appreciate the warm.
Yes, I definitely do NOT have any complaints about the warmer weather, no sirrey-bob. I have not missed wearing 3 pairs of socks and still having suspicions that under those layers, my toes were still blue. Or going outside to get something out of the car and having to dress like the famous overly-layered kid from A Christmas Story that couldn't even wiggle his arms. Yeah...haven't been in a hurry to get back to that. And how can I forget the smiling while your outside, only to feel your teeth hurt cause the freezingness somewhere sinks into your teeth and causes some kind of brainfreeze (only teethfreeze..) That's always fun. But the best thing of all is when you get a sniffley nose and you can feel the runnyness literally stop midway down. Why? Because it freezes. That's right, as if you don't look attractive enough, with a red face and chapped lips...and stacking so many coats on that you could put the Michellin Man to shame while you waddle around...you also have snot freeze on your face. "Eww!" you are most likely saying right now. But I'm sorry, that's what happens. It's not a pretty sight.
So much to look forward to! Yippee! I can't wait to experience absolute numbness in my fingers:) I mean, who doesn't? I know I'll enjoy it for sure. In fact, I may just invite some friends to go to the mall with me so we can take off our hats and watch the mortified faces of children as they witness our atrocious hat hair. It really is an experience. One that I'm sure you would enjoy;)
Ofcourse, I can take the unforgettable memories of seeing a golf cart collision between over-eager old people trying to gunnit through the intersection. Those little speed demons, they were probably hitting 30 on those things. Next thing you know they'll be catching them doing drag races in front of Walmart. Then again..who's to say they aren't already doing that? Hmmm...
I will really have to pray for more patience while on the trip back, because on the way here I thought I was going to wear the honk off the horn. And I don't know about other people, but I realize that for some crazy reason, I must subconsciously think that they can hear me yell at them through the windshield. You could look me in the face and tell that they can't hear me, but for some reason I feel like I should try. Maybe THIS will be the time when someone actually does hear......but I did keep the shakey fist to a minimum. That is something to be noted. I feel like I should've gotten a sticker or maybe a cheap bookmark that says, "I can control my shakeyfist!" That would be nice.
So the countdown is nearing an end to this wild Florida era filled with big bugs and lots of spanish music. But I hope that in all this craziness that we've tried to share with our fellow Americans, we can somehow take from it a bit more wisdom in what the Lord is teaching us and how to keep the joy He gives us, even in the trying times. So long sunshiney state, it was a blessing to know you:)
And just to point out, runnyness is a word. It's new. Thought that should be said...
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Dance of the Dragonflies
Well to update from the last post, I did end up putting a couple songs up on a new page. We'll see how that goes, but so far it's been pretty interesting.
Much has been stirring in the past weeks...we will now be leaving from the summerlands to journey back up the coast to Virginia, where we are originally from anyway. It was definitely an adventure to leave where we had lived all our lives and rarely left for any real length of time, to set out to the mountains of VA for a few months and then trek down to Florida. I do enjoy the warm weather down here and will miss feeling the sun nearly everyday that I stepped out of the house. Such a treasure to be surrounded by the beach and bay and watch boats cruise past you as you swim in the pool a few feet away. I'll always remember that:)
The skies in Florida really are magnificent, with clouds in formations that we've only seen in the movies. Complete masterpieces every time you turn around! Ofcourse there are the countless natives of the land who are incredibly curious as to what you're doing and where you are going. The only time I have never minded lizards:) Though if they crossed my territory and tried to live in the vacinity of where I sleep, that's a completely different matter. All bets are off there.
Another lovely memory I hope to keep with me is that of the dragonflies. There are so many here that it's almost alarming when you first see them because they're just everywhere. In our regular walks that we take, they come out in the hundreds and swoop over our heads in this awesome kind of dance. Now ordinarily the idea of having that many bugs around me is enough to weird me out and send me over the edge to grab a can of bugspray and spray the entire planet into an overpolluted-bug free airzone, but these particular bugs are considerably polite & make a hurry to fly out of your way. They must be well-mannered:)
The evening seems to be their favorite time to come out, right when the sun is going down. They fly higher than the tops of our heads when we walk through them and bounce back and forth in long assembly lines above the sidewalk, resembling more of an archway of flyers to those that unfortunately have to stay on the ground. But it is truly a sight to see. How awesome God is to create so many unique creatures.
I have enjoyed many things about this place...but I pray that I will always be up for the next adventure that the Lord leads me on to.
Much has been stirring in the past weeks...we will now be leaving from the summerlands to journey back up the coast to Virginia, where we are originally from anyway. It was definitely an adventure to leave where we had lived all our lives and rarely left for any real length of time, to set out to the mountains of VA for a few months and then trek down to Florida. I do enjoy the warm weather down here and will miss feeling the sun nearly everyday that I stepped out of the house. Such a treasure to be surrounded by the beach and bay and watch boats cruise past you as you swim in the pool a few feet away. I'll always remember that:)
The skies in Florida really are magnificent, with clouds in formations that we've only seen in the movies. Complete masterpieces every time you turn around! Ofcourse there are the countless natives of the land who are incredibly curious as to what you're doing and where you are going. The only time I have never minded lizards:) Though if they crossed my territory and tried to live in the vacinity of where I sleep, that's a completely different matter. All bets are off there.
Another lovely memory I hope to keep with me is that of the dragonflies. There are so many here that it's almost alarming when you first see them because they're just everywhere. In our regular walks that we take, they come out in the hundreds and swoop over our heads in this awesome kind of dance. Now ordinarily the idea of having that many bugs around me is enough to weird me out and send me over the edge to grab a can of bugspray and spray the entire planet into an overpolluted-bug free airzone, but these particular bugs are considerably polite & make a hurry to fly out of your way. They must be well-mannered:)
The evening seems to be their favorite time to come out, right when the sun is going down. They fly higher than the tops of our heads when we walk through them and bounce back and forth in long assembly lines above the sidewalk, resembling more of an archway of flyers to those that unfortunately have to stay on the ground. But it is truly a sight to see. How awesome God is to create so many unique creatures.
I have enjoyed many things about this place...but I pray that I will always be up for the next adventure that the Lord leads me on to.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Choosing Hands
Well I'm thinking about putting up a music page eventually...something that I could use to put out some of the songs that the Lord has given me. I'm not quite sure if it will happen though, I just can't seem to make up my mind on it at the moment.
On the one hand, it would be wonderful to post some songs that I so much want to share with people in the hopes that God will take them and use them to bless someone. That's what they're intended to do...speak. Speak to hearts about different things that I have gone through, what others may be going through around me, or of what someone may go through in the future in some part of the world. There are many different ways a song can speak to you. That's what makes it personal.
But on the other hand...these handful of songs that I have are definitely not perfect. And though they are songs that are meant to be shared, they are also personal to me in a way that makes me feel guarded in releasing them to be harshly criticized. We all deal with criticism everyday, whether it's from others or from ourselves, but I guess I'm still uncertain of whether I want to face more of it right now. I just don't know.
Ofcourse, it's not going to scar me for life if someone says that I stink or can't play my guitar or whatever. But I'm still mulling it over in my head about what would be the best decision....probably sounds like a silly thing to be spending perfectly good time mulling over in your head, but I won't deny the fact that I have silly moments...quite frequently...especially in the presence of my family, where it's magnified by 100. Hey, it's inherited.
So...it will all come down to whether I feel like this is what the Lord wants me to do, and then I will face the risk of complete shredderous criticism of allowing people to hear them. Or I will keep them on the back burner for a bit longer and wait for God's perfect timing in making me more ready to do it later. We shall soon see which of the two it is..
And shredderous is definitely a word. I'm sure it'll catch on when the urban dictionary picks it up, if they haven't already;) Though whenever I hear the word 'shred' used at all, the old Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles come to mind. Yes, I know what you're thinking...a lot of things whirl around in my mind. That's why I call it Wonderland, people. Making sense of it has become quite an adventure and one test after another in following the voice of the Lord.
Leonardo was definitely cooler because of the double swords...but I have to admit that Michelangelo (pardon my spelling if incorrect) was way more amusing. And brave. Who else would dare to talk like a surfer and say 'cowabungu' while fighting ninja foot soldiers and an evil foe dressed in metal? Yeah, I think that's pretty bold.
On the one hand, it would be wonderful to post some songs that I so much want to share with people in the hopes that God will take them and use them to bless someone. That's what they're intended to do...speak. Speak to hearts about different things that I have gone through, what others may be going through around me, or of what someone may go through in the future in some part of the world. There are many different ways a song can speak to you. That's what makes it personal.
But on the other hand...these handful of songs that I have are definitely not perfect. And though they are songs that are meant to be shared, they are also personal to me in a way that makes me feel guarded in releasing them to be harshly criticized. We all deal with criticism everyday, whether it's from others or from ourselves, but I guess I'm still uncertain of whether I want to face more of it right now. I just don't know.
Ofcourse, it's not going to scar me for life if someone says that I stink or can't play my guitar or whatever. But I'm still mulling it over in my head about what would be the best decision....probably sounds like a silly thing to be spending perfectly good time mulling over in your head, but I won't deny the fact that I have silly moments...quite frequently...especially in the presence of my family, where it's magnified by 100. Hey, it's inherited.
So...it will all come down to whether I feel like this is what the Lord wants me to do, and then I will face the risk of complete shredderous criticism of allowing people to hear them. Or I will keep them on the back burner for a bit longer and wait for God's perfect timing in making me more ready to do it later. We shall soon see which of the two it is..
And shredderous is definitely a word. I'm sure it'll catch on when the urban dictionary picks it up, if they haven't already;) Though whenever I hear the word 'shred' used at all, the old Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles come to mind. Yes, I know what you're thinking...a lot of things whirl around in my mind. That's why I call it Wonderland, people. Making sense of it has become quite an adventure and one test after another in following the voice of the Lord.
Leonardo was definitely cooler because of the double swords...but I have to admit that Michelangelo (pardon my spelling if incorrect) was way more amusing. And brave. Who else would dare to talk like a surfer and say 'cowabungu' while fighting ninja foot soldiers and an evil foe dressed in metal? Yeah, I think that's pretty bold.
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