October 2011


A soft melody floats down gently from the floor above. It tugs gently at the sleeping form, drifting into her head. She smiles in her sleep, if you can call it that. The moment right before you wake, for a spilt second, two realities coincide, and you’re caught in a breathless, lifeless, quiet, peaceful, stillness. That is where she lay suspended…

Until the melody pierced through her, causing her eyes to lift open and behold the wonders of her ceiling. Another smile plays sleepily across her lips as she stretches and then snuggles further the warmth of her comforter. Happily she checks the time then the news and lastly her texts.

“IT’S SNOWING”

She laughs softly, sure that it’s a joke. Even when she receives yet another text, her brain is a bit too hazy to truly understand what’s going on. Mustering up her strength she crawls to the edge of her top bunk bed and slides down the bed. The floor is not so inviting as her warm bed had been. She shivers, her entire body quickly shriveling up with cold. She stumbles her way over to the closet and slips into a warm sweatshirt. Pushing the mess of hair out of her eyes she makes her way to the window and lifts the shades

A gasp

As she beholds the glorious scene before her. Snow dances merrily about, whirling and twirling against the faces of the stragglers that race back to their dorms. The girl’s heart is instantly warmed and filled with unspeakable joy. Squealing in delight, she tears through her drawers to find a warm sweater. Then grabbing her jacket and throwing on her rain boots, she races out the door, crashing into the world outside. She practically runs around lake bob, laughing at the scene before her. Stopping for a few minutes to take in God’s glorious creation. An idea creeps into her head.

Her hands are beginning to freeze, her hair is sticking her face, and yet she has just enough strength to throw one well-aimed snowball at a friend’s window. Pleasantries are exchanged. Taunts are thrown in the upward direction, as the girl strains her head to look into the window. After the conversation has been resolved with merriment, the girl scampers back to her room, grabs her computer and then runs to the lounge. After being startled by Joe Jonas, she laughs and drops in her little chair in the corner.

And writes 



In which it snows and I am filled with joy

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Saturday, October 29, 2011

GO CARDINALS!!!!

1) Because Alan isn't and 2) because Charlotte is. ;) :)

In which I am a baseball fan

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Friday, October 28, 2011

Things have a habit of disappearing...


In which I am tired

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Friday, October 21, 2011

No, I have not died.

Yes, I still love you all and I still love posting.

No, I technically should not be posting right now because I have no time. ;) :)

Yes, I have decided to post anyway. :)

DONE: Spanish Midterm, Journalism Midterm, Freedoms Midterm, and Western Civilizations Midterm (MC)

TO DO: Spinney test, Theology test, Western Civ Midterm (essay), Freedoms paper, and Spinney paper

*Most in less than a week. God is good and strong. Much stronger than I am. Glory be to Him! :D


In which I am busy but happy, for real :)

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Tuesday, October 18, 2011


Out in the bitter cold they stood. In hushed voices they cracked jokes, exchanged pleasantries, and did anything they could to keep themselves awake and warm. The bus lights shone in the dark – a beacon of escape. One by one they made their way through to the thick fingers of the early morning into the small bus with the rose colored seats. Giggling, but careful not to raise their voices – so as not to disturb the other passengers – a sleepy but merry group made their way to the back of the bus and filed in – three boys, one girl. The girl filed into the window seat in front of her group. She wanted to spend time in God’s word before the sure-to-be-exhausting day. Snuggling up against the window she took out her small red leather-bound bible and poured over the book of Ecclesiastes.

After wading through a couple chapters and making a few wonderful new discoveries Belle, as she was called, set down her bible, stared out the window, and began to sing in a very quiet voice.

“Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him all creatures here below,
Praise Him above ye heavenly hosts,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.”

Almost as if on cue, a pale light climbed it’s way through the clouds and illuminated the morning sky. Belle watched in fascination, as the soft white underbellies began to reflect the pale pink glory that was to come. As more and more light crept slowly towards the sky, a round ball of brilliant pink shone bright on the horizon. This pink was richer than pale, and looked not much unlike the pinkest lemonade you have ever seen in your life. Surrounding that glow of happiness was a ring of light purple joy. Together, the happiness and joy grew and grew, till Belle was sure that the sun was mere seconds from bursting through.

Then the bus went around a turn, past a hill, through a toll, and when they emerged on the other side, the glory that was to be had disappeared. Grey and blue clouds replaced it. Belle sighed happily, feeling very lucky indeed to have even caught just a glimpse of what could have been. Smiling she settled back in her seat, pulled out her computer, and began to type.


In which I stumble upon a memory

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Monday, October 10, 2011

The sun pours gently through the blinds, playing tricks with my eyes, gently cascading over my shoulder, casting dim outlines on the walls. All is ordered around me as I stand at my window, tenderly grooming the two vases that have been on my desk for the last two weeks. 


They are a source of wonder, and delight, and peace. My hands brush over the violent red, tenderly pulling out the dead leaves, and petals that have gotten stuck in her stems. Arrogant is she, always clamoring to be ahead of the others. Next, my hands stray to the darling little yellows, speckled all throughout the vase. Unassuming are they, wanting nothing more than to bring light joy to my little corner of the universe. Next it's to the smaller vase. Flashes of pink spring up between long green leaves. These little beauties have last the longest, and have required very little care. Their main job is to support the dainty and elegant purple and white flowers. The poor things. They have long since reached their prime, and are now struggling to retain that youthful glow that they had but only a week ago. After I have tended to all the dead leaves, dispelling them so that those beautiful flowers left might shine undisturbed and undistracted by the browning leaves in their midst, I clean out each vase and let cool clean fresh water fill each one to just the right amount. Now my little flowers can rest happily, in their homes, refreshed, and ready to endure their final days. I shall be sad to see them go. 

Later on in the day, I find myself facing an equally fulfilling, though much more arduous task. Our little corner of the universe has been quite cluttered recently. I firmly believe that a cluttered space means a cluttered mind. Unwilling to live bear the unordered state of things for any longer, I set my hand to the great beast that it might be tamed. With an almost frantic pace I dashed from one end to the next, sorting things, cleaning things, putting things away. From an outsider view, it would seem that I was in some great rush. And indeed I was, for fear that the laziness of spirit (which so often creeps up unexpected, and just when you least would like it too) would suddenly rush upon me unexpected, and the mess that seemed to have seeped into ever corner (both of my mind and of my room) would never be sorted out. By God's grace, that laziness never same, and in His strength was I able to pursue my task to the end. Then, just as I was about to go out the door, and looking over the afternoon's work, it suddenly dawned on me...
How much more ordered and well-taken care of would my mind, heart, and spirit be, if I applied the same rigor with which I cleaned my room and the same care with which I tended my flowers to my life and my pursuit of the Lord. To tenderly sort through each passage of scripture that I read with a care like no other. To meditate on God's word, and spend time, admiring the beauty of his creation. Or to attack the sin that is within me with all the might that God has placed in me (after all, without the vacuum, I would never have been able to clean the dirtiest parts of our room) with the same fervor as scrubbed at the stain on our sink. To rush about, attempting to right the wrongs that had been done in my heart (let it be known that in every "right" I do, I recognize as the Lord working in me, and no great feat of my own). 
It was with this thought in mind that I sat down to write this post before heading out to dinner.

And now I am thoroughly famished. :)




In which I tend flowers, clean my room, and hope to do the same with my heart, mind, and spirit

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Friday, October 7, 2011

"I want to be beautiful..."
Beauty should be effortless. Beauty isn't something you can put on with makeup. Beauty isn't how you look or what you wear. Beauty can't be sought after in a physical sense. We are not made more beautiful by adjusting our physical appearance in any way. When I refer to "beauty" I am, of course, speaking of true beauty. 
The beauty of character. Beauty is possessing true character. Beauty is not perfect teeth; it's a joyful smile. Beauty is not a wrinkle-free face; it's a full soul laughter. Cultivating the soul, allowing the Lord to work his will in you each and every day, smiling at everyone you meet, inquiring after the well-being - and not just inquiring but showing interest in your fellow human being - of those around you. True beauty should be an overflowing of love, grace, peace, and joy, the kind that can only come from the Lord. True beauty should seem effortless. 


To be lovely, to be genteel,
to be reserved and yet friendly,
to be bubbly and yet calm,
to run harder than ever yet to know when to sit still,
to speak when I have something important to say
and hold my tongue when
I do not.
to strive and yet to depend,
to be vivacious and yet posses a quiet spirit,
This is to be a lady.
This is what I desire.

In which I speak of beauty in a way that seems very disconnected, and non-sensical and yet makes perfect sense to me

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Thursday, October 6, 2011

Conversations in the car are always much more informative and thought provoking than expected... Something I concluded(ish).

Decisions are important and should be thought through carefully. Every actions produces a ripple effect through eternity. The question is, how should the ripple look. Every action we take has an eternal effect. But this is only half the picture. Not only are our actions the cause of an eternal (sometimes cosmic) ripple, but they are also the ripple flowing from someone else's action. 
Thoughts?

Losing myself has never been so wonderful.
Shhhh, don't interrupt me.
 I'm in the middle of a very important conversation.

In which I think

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Wednesday, October 5, 2011

"I can see you in the corner of my eye,
between reality and dreams,
and I can't tell which is which.
If I die in my dreams, I will wake up in reality.
But if I die in reality..."

My Muse

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Saturday, October 1, 2011