So this is what it feels like to wake up to God's grace and love. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
The thing that I keep coming back to when I think of Christ; His love for me and His relationship with me is that there is someone outside of myself that can bring me to my real home, my true life, my loving Father. And just knowing that...it's all that I need to keep going. Because I've always known that I could never get anywhere good or fulfilling on my own. Thankfully, Jesus took care of all of that. How truly beautiful.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
*Happiness*
Things that make me happy today:
1. God's grace.
2. My awesome extended family :D
3. The fact that there is a guitar in my room *evil laugh*. It makes me soo happy.
4. My little siblings saying: "I bet you're gonna be on the radio when you're like...28" Haha, I wish, but sooooo cute.
5. Cool light in my mirror :)
6. Being silly with my best friends, haha they are the bestest.
7. The fact that sometime soon I might get to tear it up on the drums...ALWAYS wanted to do that :D!!!
8. Bedtime prayers....which I need to get to :) Night-night.
1. God's grace.
2. My awesome extended family :D
3. The fact that there is a guitar in my room *evil laugh*. It makes me soo happy.
4. My little siblings saying: "I bet you're gonna be on the radio when you're like...28" Haha, I wish, but sooooo cute.
5. Cool light in my mirror :)
6. Being silly with my best friends, haha they are the bestest.
7. The fact that sometime soon I might get to tear it up on the drums...ALWAYS wanted to do that :D!!!
8. Bedtime prayers....which I need to get to :) Night-night.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Music
Today I am thankful for music, instruments and artists that compose songs.
There is something about making music...I can't describe. But I will definitely say that when I play instruments, especially if it's a song that I've composed; it doesn't feel like I'm making it, it feels like it's a part of me. Something that flows out of my soul, through my fingers and into the instrument. It's not just music, it's a language that expresses my emotions. And it takes me far away from this world and all its troubles. Music can give me a deep, empty but strangely beautiful hole in my chest, or it can make me want to dance all over the house with a big cheesy grin on my face.
I'm praying for a chance to learn better how to play, we'll see what God's plans are :)
*Almost Thanksgiving!*
:D
There is something about making music...I can't describe. But I will definitely say that when I play instruments, especially if it's a song that I've composed; it doesn't feel like I'm making it, it feels like it's a part of me. Something that flows out of my soul, through my fingers and into the instrument. It's not just music, it's a language that expresses my emotions. And it takes me far away from this world and all its troubles. Music can give me a deep, empty but strangely beautiful hole in my chest, or it can make me want to dance all over the house with a big cheesy grin on my face.
I'm praying for a chance to learn better how to play, we'll see what God's plans are :)
*Almost Thanksgiving!*
:D
Sunday, November 20, 2011
So, because it's almost Thanksgiving and because I want to become more aware of the wonderful things God does for me I'm going to be posting (maybe daily?) about things I am thankful for until after Thanksgiving. I've already started this on Facebook...but then I deleted my account so I'll continue on here :)
First of all...my family is like...awesome. I can honestly talk to them about *anything* and if there is a problem then it's treated like everyone's problem, I don't have to bear things on my own, I can always, always count on my parents/siblings not just to love me, but to support me, advise me and challenge me. Because my life has always been this way and is normal for me I keep forgetting what an enormous and rare gift this is.
Plus, I have the best friends that I could imagine having. When I was little I always hoped for friends like you read about in stories. Well, as amazing as the friendship I wished for was, it didn't even come close to what I have now. Honestly, I could never have even hoped for such a wonderful gift. That is what is amazing about God. We have desires..we hope for them with all we have. We spend hours waiting for them, praying for them, dreaming about them. And he surprises us with things better than we could have ever dreamed up. If we will just make the step of faith to let Him know we would give up anything for Him, he gives everything for us.
First of all...my family is like...awesome. I can honestly talk to them about *anything* and if there is a problem then it's treated like everyone's problem, I don't have to bear things on my own, I can always, always count on my parents/siblings not just to love me, but to support me, advise me and challenge me. Because my life has always been this way and is normal for me I keep forgetting what an enormous and rare gift this is.
Plus, I have the best friends that I could imagine having. When I was little I always hoped for friends like you read about in stories. Well, as amazing as the friendship I wished for was, it didn't even come close to what I have now. Honestly, I could never have even hoped for such a wonderful gift. That is what is amazing about God. We have desires..we hope for them with all we have. We spend hours waiting for them, praying for them, dreaming about them. And he surprises us with things better than we could have ever dreamed up. If we will just make the step of faith to let Him know we would give up anything for Him, he gives everything for us.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
[Randomness]
So, this is going to be random, but that's just me, haha.
First of all, I love that my brother's hearts are tender. Because of my selfishness I sometimes get wrongfully angry or upset with them, and every time little tears brim in their eyes, and it touches my heart. This world needs more tender guys, and I love seeing their tender spirits just as much as I hate it when I get upset with them. It makes me think about all the kids that have been brought up constantly having their feelings ignored and crushed, so they decide not to feel anymore. And it breaks my heart.
I saw a pair of gorgeous boots a while ago and started talking about them...quite a bit, I wanted them so badly. Before my brother went to TN he gave me the money to by them and he was sooo sweet. Of course, I couldn't take it, and felt kind of bad for talking about them so much, but it made me smile and feel loved for all my deficiencies.
Another thing I have been thinking about is my amazing friends. And how they drop me random e-mails to ask how I'm doing, how to pray for me, and sometimes just to tell me they care. I reminds me how blessed I am, and seriously makes my day that much better every time without fail. I can't help but feel joyful with these kind of friends.
So basically, I'm so grateful that my parents helped me pick me friends wisely. I would be somewhere completely different from where I am otherwise. They have changed me so much, and I can't help but shutter to think about what I might have done if I had had the wrong kind of influence growing up.
Truly, "Sheltered is good" it's something that parents do when they truly care. I'm so thankful that they cared, and still do.
First of all, I love that my brother's hearts are tender. Because of my selfishness I sometimes get wrongfully angry or upset with them, and every time little tears brim in their eyes, and it touches my heart. This world needs more tender guys, and I love seeing their tender spirits just as much as I hate it when I get upset with them. It makes me think about all the kids that have been brought up constantly having their feelings ignored and crushed, so they decide not to feel anymore. And it breaks my heart.
I saw a pair of gorgeous boots a while ago and started talking about them...quite a bit, I wanted them so badly. Before my brother went to TN he gave me the money to by them and he was sooo sweet. Of course, I couldn't take it, and felt kind of bad for talking about them so much, but it made me smile and feel loved for all my deficiencies.
Another thing I have been thinking about is my amazing friends. And how they drop me random e-mails to ask how I'm doing, how to pray for me, and sometimes just to tell me they care. I reminds me how blessed I am, and seriously makes my day that much better every time without fail. I can't help but feel joyful with these kind of friends.
So basically, I'm so grateful that my parents helped me pick me friends wisely. I would be somewhere completely different from where I am otherwise. They have changed me so much, and I can't help but shutter to think about what I might have done if I had had the wrong kind of influence growing up.
Truly, "Sheltered is good" it's something that parents do when they truly care. I'm so thankful that they cared, and still do.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Questions
I wander around at night and look at the stars. I wish they could answer all these questions...
Questions seem to scream at me from every side, it makes me confused. No longer are my thoughts rational there is too much blur, it seems like it would be impossible to collect my thoughts right now so I let them free. How strange they are, like something ancient that has been hidden over the ages and is restless to be uncovered. I never realized that such strange and fearsome thoughts had been stored up inside me. They tire me out after awhile and I make them go away. I'm back to the questions again, they start to make me angry at myself, I don't want to let them in, but I do. I realize suddenly that they are important, they teach me that I do not know everything. Blocking them out would be dangerous, I might start to doubt their existence, and then where would we be? I could trick myself into thinking that I have all the answers...
My mind has gotten tired from fighting itself and making little sense, as I lay down and sleep starts to overcome me I hear a whisper. It says "My child, you don't need the answers. Little one, trust that I have them." The thought brings me peace, I let it into my heart.
My last thoughts are crucial. I realize that I have uncovered a small part of the beauty in Christianity by acknowledging the reality of questions, while being at peace with not having most of the answers.
Someday they will be answered....
Questions seem to scream at me from every side, it makes me confused. No longer are my thoughts rational there is too much blur, it seems like it would be impossible to collect my thoughts right now so I let them free. How strange they are, like something ancient that has been hidden over the ages and is restless to be uncovered. I never realized that such strange and fearsome thoughts had been stored up inside me. They tire me out after awhile and I make them go away. I'm back to the questions again, they start to make me angry at myself, I don't want to let them in, but I do. I realize suddenly that they are important, they teach me that I do not know everything. Blocking them out would be dangerous, I might start to doubt their existence, and then where would we be? I could trick myself into thinking that I have all the answers...
My mind has gotten tired from fighting itself and making little sense, as I lay down and sleep starts to overcome me I hear a whisper. It says "My child, you don't need the answers. Little one, trust that I have them." The thought brings me peace, I let it into my heart.
My last thoughts are crucial. I realize that I have uncovered a small part of the beauty in Christianity by acknowledging the reality of questions, while being at peace with not having most of the answers.
Someday they will be answered....
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