"Why aren't you on the street corner?" I sigh, as I berate God for not being where I want him to be. "I've been begging for a sign, but I don't hear anything." I say, and my irate ranting covers the sound of his whispers in my ear.
"Why don't you come to me in a pillar of fire?" I say. "You did it for her, so why am I always left out?" I close my eyes in disgust, and miss the small message coming my way in the form of a paper airplane on a gust of wind.
"Where's my miraculous healing?" I scream, as I further twist my own arm behind my back. "You healed him when he asked, so am I just not important to you?" I say, as I turn my back right before you come to me with a band-aid held in your outstretched hand.
"Why wasn't I listening?" I whisper, when I finally have dropped my facades enough to notice your permanent presence in my bedroom, right there in the corner where I'd stuffed you. "It's okay." You respond, as you hand me a handwritten letter with the answers to all of my questions and doubts. "I was just waiting for permission to hold your hand." You say, as you hold me while I cry, and you paste me back together.
Friday, December 1, 2017
Matthew 5:41 (Original Poem)
i have been carrying my master's armor for many a mile,
just as i was instructed to
all my life
"fight the good fight"
"rewards are just around the corner"
"he sees your sacrifice and he will honor it"
they say
but my body grows weary from the exhurtion
of course, my master is not cruel
he rewards me for my service
whether it is a softly whispered "good job"
or a short day of rest
but i am weary all the same
"lord" i ask
"when will i feel restored?
where is the end of the journey
or even a respite for my aching soul?"
i turn to him expecting answers
but he just smiles
the smile that makes everyone follow his every wish
and answers not my current question
but the question i had asked 5 miles ago
as he waxes lyric about things i had previously asked to hear
i re-adjust the armor in my arms
and focus on walking just one more step
if i can make it to the next mile marker
i might get an answer then
just as i was instructed to
all my life
"fight the good fight"
"rewards are just around the corner"
"he sees your sacrifice and he will honor it"
they say
but my body grows weary from the exhurtion
of course, my master is not cruel
he rewards me for my service
whether it is a softly whispered "good job"
or a short day of rest
but i am weary all the same
"lord" i ask
"when will i feel restored?
where is the end of the journey
or even a respite for my aching soul?"
i turn to him expecting answers
but he just smiles
the smile that makes everyone follow his every wish
and answers not my current question
but the question i had asked 5 miles ago
as he waxes lyric about things i had previously asked to hear
i re-adjust the armor in my arms
and focus on walking just one more step
if i can make it to the next mile marker
i might get an answer then
Friday, June 16, 2017
101 Things I'm Truly Thankful For
Completed for the 101 things in 1001 days challenge.
- Close relationships with my immediate and extended family.
- Loving parents.
- My beautiful state.
- The promises of the Lord.
- The ability and financial means to live an eco-friendly lifestyle.
- Having grown up in a godly household.
- A house with A/C.
- Clean, delicious water and ice available anytime.
- Showers.
- The ability to own a physical and digital copy of the bible, legally.
- And the ability to worship freely whenever and wherever I want.
- Free speech.
- My ability to find the positive in everything.
- Siblings who I actually get along with and love to hang out with.
- The fact that I was actually able to afford a good college education without going into ridiculous amounts of debt.
- Being in relatively good health.
- Being able to control my hypoglycemia without medicine.
- My amazing church family.
- My amazing worship team family.
- Access to the internet.
- Two of the best, godliest, friends on planet earth.
- A car that runs and has A/C for the hot summer days.
- Having just enough financial aid money left over to cover my summer class.
- Finding a career path that actually interests and excites me.
- Living near enough to visit so many beautiful state parks.
- My mom's laughter.
- My dad's hugs.
- When strangers smile or compliment me.
- Making new friends.
- The first day of Spring after a long winter.
- When people go out of their way to make vegetarian meals for me.
- People who pay attention to what makes you happy, and listen when you talk about those things.
- A kitty who always knows when I need a snuggle.
- The amazing feeling that hearing "America the Beautiful" gives me.
- Pulling an earbud out while playing on worship team, and hearing all of the individual voices praising the Lord.
- Being able to teach piano to such amazingly sweet students, and calling it my job.
- Sitting in rays of sunshine.
- Yoga. Because it makes exercising tolerable.
- Local festivals in my state.
- People who respect my choice to stay single.
- That I was able to be homeschooled all through high school.
- Small, local restaurants.
- Pen-pals in other countries.
- People who listen to God's movings, and tell you just the right word from him at the right time.
- When lots of little experiences, good and bad, all fall into place and you can see the bigger picture.
- That I live in a time where I can accomplish anything as a women, and that I am respected and have equal rights and opportunities.
- Inserts that help my feet not be so incredibly flat.
- All of the experiences I've had that have helped me learn who I am.
- The fact that the Lord loves joy and laughter as much as I do.
- Silent summer mornings on the lake.
- Clean, country air.
- The thick fog I drove through on the way to my old job in the mornings.
- The smoky mountains.
- Essential Oils.
- Zero-waste, and green options for everyday things.
- Looking up at starry skies while camping.
- My amazing clogging group that has become like a second family.
- A beautiful guitar that sounds amazing and fits my awkward torso.
- Our local farmers market.
- My amazing clogging instructors.
- The fact that said amazing instructors let me borrow their banjo so I can learn to play.
- Music streaming services (spotify) for allowing me to enjoy all of my favorite music without breaking my bank.
- Low gas and food prices in my area.
- Rainy days.
- Prayer warriors.
- Libraries.
- Health food stores.
- Being able to take a trip to Disney World with my whole family.
- Having resources to learn Japanese readily available.
- The fact that my dad made me take piano lessons since I was young, and wouldn't let me quit, even when I was bored with it.
- Christmas traditions with my family.
- Finding minimalism.
- Finding Mori Kei.
- Having been able to know both my Great Grandmother, and my Great Grandfather.
- Having both sets of Grandparents in my life.
- The fact that horses exist.
- The fact that I don't have allergies.
- Singing in harmony with my brothers.
- Listening to my brothers record music for their youtube channel, Revolution Harmonics, or practicing music in general. They're all very talented.
- Watching my parents make goo-goo eyes at each other. They're precious.
- Getting conformation from God about things I've prayed for.
- The fact that I've almost completely grown out of my asthma.
- For growing up as a child not attached to technology 24/7, but also being allowed to play video games. That balance is important folks.
- Being able to think things through logically, and not just believing what the popular idea of the moment is.
- My adorable little cousins.
- The fact that said cousins live close enough to visit more than once a year.
- My gift of discernment.
- That I was able to overcome my fear of needles.
- Local parks, museums, and old houses full of history.
- Really any bit of old history that has survived to today.
- The fact that my parents taught me the importance of being smart with your money.
- Asian Markets.
- When friends trust me enough to tell me what's really going on in their lives.
- People who respect the fact that I am not tethered to my phone, and don't bug me about answering texts.
- Toddlers, and their precious honesty.
- The sound of a babbling creek.
- Being able to help strangers.
- Having strangers help me in return.
- The fact that my mom taught me how to make a prayer journal.
- Growing up always having enough to live comfortably. No matter how much we had to pinch pennies.
- Being able to come up with this many things to be thankful for. I'm beyond blessed.
Searching for a Ghost Town
Today I have a bit of a different post for you all. I wanted to share about a recent adventure that I had with my mom. As part of a completion of the 101 things in 1001 days challenge, I wanted to try and visit a ghost town. However, the nearest "wild west" type of ghost town is way too far for me to visit in one day, so I had to settle for the ghost town equivalent in my area.
Most ghost towns anywhere near my area are small towns of a few buildings that were abandoned in the early 1900s for various reasons. But, sadly, most of these towns have had all of their buildings leveled. So when I found out that there was supposedly a ghost town in my state that had a few buildings left, as well as being still officially on the map, I decided I had to visit. So, my mom and I took a road trip to see if we could find the town.
We drove around for about 3 hours, got lost a couple times (and had to backtrack to areas where we had any service to get GPS), but eventually we reached an area in the actual middle of nowhere where the town was supposed to be. Unfortunately it had been leveled at some point, which was disappointing, but we decided to get out and look at the sight where it had been. I'm glad we did, because we were actually able to find outlines of where the buildings had previously stood. And although the area was very overgrown with trees, we were also able to find bits of an elaborate 1920s fence, the remnants of the railroad that had once traveled through the town, and piles debris from where they had knocked down the buildings and left the rubble. There were bits of shingles, old pipes, and other things like that. It was a bit eerie, but also very interesting to see where an entire town had once stood.
The concrete in this picture was the outline of where a building once stood. You could even see some bits of sidewalk left in front of it.
These were the piles of rubble left over. In one pile there were even some bits of cloth and an old toy.
Even though there weren't any buildings left, it made for a fun road trip with some lovely scenery along the way, and it was a bit of a scavenger hunt. It was also great to spend some time with my mom. Besides, it's always fun to try new things, even if they don't work out quite how you planned.
Monday, June 12, 2017
The Wedding Dress (Original Poem)
(Another poem. Not much to say about this, just thought I'd post it here.)
my wedding dress is beautiful
it was tailor made
to fit my frame
by my bridegroom
my wedding dress is beautiful
even with the few spots
that have stained the hem
my bridegroom says he never notices them anyways
my wedding dress is beautiful
from where it hangs
on my door
because i don't want to wear it
"it's too tight"
and
"i've already dirtied it"
or
"it makes me stand out"
i tell my bridegroom
whenever i have spare time
between work
school
and sitting in my old rags in the mud
my wedding dress is beautiful
but i hardly ever wear it
because i'd rather wear my old rags
even if they're falling off my shoulders
and see-through in places
and too short for me now
because i outgrew them long ago
but at least they're comfortable
and require no change
and if i have to i'll cover my ears
with my hands
to block out my bridegroom
as he shouts my name
and knocks on my door
hoping that one day
i'll get up
open the door
and put on my wedding dress again
until then
the dress of blessings hangs
and i
i deteriorate
in the filth of my own making
my wedding dress is beautiful
it was tailor made
to fit my frame
by my bridegroom
my wedding dress is beautiful
even with the few spots
that have stained the hem
my bridegroom says he never notices them anyways
my wedding dress is beautiful
from where it hangs
on my door
because i don't want to wear it
"it's too tight"
and
"i've already dirtied it"
or
"it makes me stand out"
i tell my bridegroom
whenever i have spare time
between work
school
and sitting in my old rags in the mud
my wedding dress is beautiful
but i hardly ever wear it
because i'd rather wear my old rags
even if they're falling off my shoulders
and see-through in places
and too short for me now
because i outgrew them long ago
but at least they're comfortable
and require no change
and if i have to i'll cover my ears
with my hands
to block out my bridegroom
as he shouts my name
and knocks on my door
hoping that one day
i'll get up
open the door
and put on my wedding dress again
until then
the dress of blessings hangs
and i
i deteriorate
in the filth of my own making
Monday, May 22, 2017
50 Things I Like About Myself
For the 101 things in 1001 days challenge. Keep in mind that all of these things came from God, and I am beyond grateful for them. They are gifts I have been given, and I will appreciate them as such.
- My multicolored eyes
- My eyelashes
- My sense of humor
- My lack of overwhelming emotions
- My ability to think clearly in crisis
- My wisdom
- My musical ability
- My knowledge
- My ability to learn
- My discernment in spiritual situations
- My ability to hear god's voice
- My natural hair color
- My ability to pick up new concepts quickly
- My ability to say no if needed
- My willingness to push through in school
- My ability to (finally) conquer my irrational fear of needles
- My smile
- My cheekbones (my best friend says they're good enough to join the BBC cheekbone club, but I'm not so sure about that lol)
- My piano fingers
- My eyebrows (they look good without plucking. Boom.)
- My artistic talent
- My empathy
- My sympathy
- My strong convictions
- The fact that I really care about the environment
- The fact that I truly know myself
- My joy
- My love of learning the truth
- My love of research
- My waist
- My personality type (INFJ)
- The fact that I don't let my flaws get me down
- My love of public speaking
- The fact that I can embrace my uniqueness
- The fact that I am a good listener
- My ability to be quiet with myself
- The fact that I'm content with being single
- My passion for helping other people learn the truth
- The fact that I can be feminine but still do "tomboy" things at the same time (like climbing trees in a skirt)
- My positivity
- My mercy
- My lips
- My peekaboo shaved haircut
- The fact that I'm not afraid to take reasonable risks (but stupid things are out, like taking selfies while hanging off a bridge, because that's just ridiculous)
- My ability to say no to things I don't want to do
- My ability to tell when something is wrong with someone
- My passion for fostering unity
- My ability to find the good in any situation
- The fact that peer pressure doesn't interest or effect me
- My ability to love myself enough to come up with 50 positive things about myself
101 Things That Make Me Happy
For the 101 things in 1001 days challenge. I have a lot more things I can think of, but here is a good chunk of things I enjoy.
- Vintage books
- Rain
- Tea
- Playing the banjo
- Copic Markers
- Sumi-e paintings
- Anything lilac colored
- Playing piano
- Brooks and streams
- Lace
- Head-banging to heavy metal in the car (like Babymetal, Thousand Foot Krutch, and classic Flyleaf)
- Clogging
- Forests
- Embroidery
- Daisies
- Mori fashion
- My best friends
- Learning random and new facts just for fun
- Having a deep knowledge on something
- Worship nights at our church
- Studying God's word
- Watercolors
- Speaking a Japanese sentence fluently on the first try
- Hiking on rough paths
- Harp music (such as Christy-Lyn)
- My merlin
- Baby's breath flowers
- Popoyans!
- Playing on worship team
- Writing just for fun
- Visiting new places
- Plum Blossoms
- Advice from friends
- Sunshine
- Doodle Date
- Cuddles with my kitty
- Receiving letters from penpals
- Being trusted
- Random acts of God
- Sharing smiles with strangers
- Sweaters that I can hide my hands in
- Little gifts from friends
- Fast dance routines
- A clean, minimalist space
- Hard ice cream
- Compliments from strangers
- Days spent all by myself doing nothing
- Feeling Jesus's presence
- Celtic Woman
- Campfires
- Fluffy clouds reflecting the colors of the sunset
- Chill electronic music (like the album "I Am Mountain" by Gungor)
- Checking items off of a list
- Having long hair
- The colors of fall
- Small hole-in-the-wall restaurants
- Fairy gardens
- Mermaids
- Museums of any kind or size
- Going barefoot
- Opening the windows to air out a room
- My little dog buddy, Sammy
- Our natural beehive that's in an old tree near our house
- The Smoky Mountains
- Bad puns
- Camping with the family
- White sundresses
- Classic literature (like Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier)
- Bad Kid Jokes
- When my students get a new concept, and we get to celebrate their success together
- Thin Mint Girl Scout cookies
- Homemade pumpkin bread
- Fields of wild mustard
- Seeing full rainbows stretch across the entire sky
- Good sushi
- Worn out Classic Toms
- Flea markets and thrift stores
- When a bible is filled with highlights and notes, and is falling apart
- Listening to the crazy things little kids come up with
- Swingsets
- Baking Christmas cookies with my mom
- Jean Ritchie
- Playing music for, and singing along with, people at the nursing homes
- Aquash brushes
- The fact that my Grandpa who had a stroke struggles with any type of conversation, but can still say a prayer perfectly every time
- Libraries
- Sun tea with lots of ice on a hot summer day
- Finished sketchbooks
- Arglefumph book reviews
- Sunrises over a lake
- Sketching with people I love
- Feedback from my followers on social media (you guys always make my day)
- Cursive writing
- Seasonal fruits, especially strawberries and watermelon
- Candles
- Reading the ridiculous things that certain churches in my area come up with for their billboards
- Bubbles
- Lemon flavored anything
- Looking up at tall things (skyscrapers, tress, etc.) and feeling really small
- Curry (both Indian and Japanese)
- When a new friend hugs you for the first time in your friendship
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