There is a huge painting of fruit in my living room that I am looking at at the moment. I was thinking about how painting with words (using imagery) is exactly like painting a painting. So I am going to excerise this thought of mine. I am going to try to paint a picture with my words. Here it goes...
There is a little Guatamalen boy sitting in a small tree. The boy has big, dark brown eyes with eye lashes that go on forever. His face is round and plump. His mouth is shut and straight with full lips. His face looks slightly up and to the side, looking at a flower in front of his face. He is wearing only overalls: no shoes, no shirt, no socks. His hair is jet black and sticks up. His right hand reaches up in hopes of touching the desirable flower. He is sitting on a branch and leaning against the trunk and another branch beside it, in a comfortable position. The tree he is sitting on is a small dogwood tree. It is in full bloom with the four-petal, white flowers sprinkled all over. The leaves are a beautiful green. The background has a light blue sky, completley cloudless, with other dogwoods in the background. The Guatamalen boy is the only one in sight, only concerned about this one flower he is pursuing...
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Monday, September 27, 2010
Fall
This season technically started last week. Though, it does not fully seem like fall has truly come yet. I have not gotten out my sweaters and warm clothing yet. The scarecrows are out in my front yard, yet they do not seem like they belong. I do not yet have this longing to carve a pumpkin and eat pumpkin seeds. I have not felt the desire to drive out to Reid's to go through the corn maze. I wonder why this is? Oh I know! It was 100 degrees just a few days ago! That kind of heat does not make me get in the mood for fall festivities. I am not really complaining though, because I know that right after fall comes winter. I am not at all a fan of winter. Temperatures are freezing and below. My bones shake because of the chilly weather and my jaw chatters. My fingers, toes, and lips turn blue. My skin turns the whitest of the year with a blue hint of gross. Multiple layers of clothing is a necessity unless you want one of your body parts to fall off. It is just not my favorite. So for now, if it need be warm still, I shall not complain. I will make the most of it. I will enjoy the heat while it lasts, I will enjoy fall, and I will tough it out during the winter. So bring it on, because I'm ready. I am....
HoldingHisRightHand
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Prom-Prepared
A couple Saturdays ago, my neighborhood had it's annual Town and Country garage sale. It is pretty much the highlight of my entire year. There are garage sales everywhere: up and down every street. It is the greatest thing ever. I went with my family, grandparents, and my boyfriend. You see how this is a big deal. Once we were off on our garage sale journey, we didn't find too much for awhile. Then....THEN....we went down this one court- Stonehenge Court. Jacob, my boyfriend, shouts out that there was a Hannah Montana poster afar beside a door at a garage sale. In coming closer, he saw it. Right there hanging on the door. It came in a plastic bag and had an amazing sign on it- $50. Jacob got my attention, and then I looked at it. It was just what we were planning on looking for. It was yellow and everything. A prom dress. It was orginally $200 and it was only worn once. The people living there were so nice and sweet. They let me go into their house and try it on. Of course, by then I knew it was destiny, because it fit perfectly. My mom wrote the check and we took that beautiful thing home right then and there. I am looking at it at this moment while writing this post. I am "Prom-Prepared"! PTL!
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Contacts
Contacts are so weird. You put this little gelly thing on your eyeball, and some how it helps your eyesight improve. I've been wearing contacts since 8th grade. When I first got contacts, I was in the eye doctor for two hours just practicing putting them in. It was pathetic. Eventually with much practice I got used to putting them in and am now pretty much a professional. Except for now they are rebelling against me. For some reason, my right eye keeps hurting extremley bad every time I have a contact in. It is terrible pain every time I blink and even when I do not blink. While this is happening, my right eye's vision is a complete blur and it is pointless for me to have it in. I cannot ever concetrate on what I am doing because I am focusing on how bad my eye hurts. Contacts are a mystery to me and the problem with my eye is a mystery. When shall I ever understand such things.
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Gettin' and Givin'
"Blessed are those who can give without remembering and take without forgetting."
Someone who is truly humble and truly selfless will be thankful and not expect anything back when they are given. To give without remembering is to give selflessly-not for their sake but for the sake of the person being given something. During Christmas, we get in the habit of getting gifts. We EXPECT gifts because it is an annual event. What would happen if, one year, you got nothing for Christmas? Just because it is December 25th, we want to get things. We want the excitement that comes along with presents. Do we even deserve it? Even if you have been categorized as a "good kid" in Santa's book, do you really deserve to get? At Christmas, when you do receive gifts, are you truly thankful? Or do you just say thank you because it is expected of you? These are some things to evaluate about yourself. We are not here for ourselves. We are not here to GET. We are here to GIVE.
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Someone who is truly humble and truly selfless will be thankful and not expect anything back when they are given. To give without remembering is to give selflessly-not for their sake but for the sake of the person being given something. During Christmas, we get in the habit of getting gifts. We EXPECT gifts because it is an annual event. What would happen if, one year, you got nothing for Christmas? Just because it is December 25th, we want to get things. We want the excitement that comes along with presents. Do we even deserve it? Even if you have been categorized as a "good kid" in Santa's book, do you really deserve to get? At Christmas, when you do receive gifts, are you truly thankful? Or do you just say thank you because it is expected of you? These are some things to evaluate about yourself. We are not here for ourselves. We are not here to GET. We are here to GIVE.
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Tuesday, September 21, 2010
The Road
"The road doesn't tell the traveler what lies ahead." -Tanzania
There is no way anyone can know for sure about their future. There will always be something that you do not expect. There will always be some change in your plans. The future cannot be controlled by your commands. That, however, is the thing that makes life exciting and mysterious. It makes life a journey of adventure.
It says in the Bible that God knows all. He knows the past, present, and our future. He wrote our life's story. He knows the plans he has for us (Jeremiah 29:11). God is omniscient and knows all things. What other choice would make sense besides trusting him fully? No one on the planet can tell you what will happen, most likely God will not either. But trusting him means trusting the one who holds our future. Our faith in him can give us a comfort about our future. We know that God is all-powerful and completely trustworthy. There is no one I would rather trust to hold my future besides the God who made the universe! I don't want "the road..(to).. tell the traveler what lies ahead"!!!
It does not matter what I know about my future, just as long as I am always...
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There is no way anyone can know for sure about their future. There will always be something that you do not expect. There will always be some change in your plans. The future cannot be controlled by your commands. That, however, is the thing that makes life exciting and mysterious. It makes life a journey of adventure.
It says in the Bible that God knows all. He knows the past, present, and our future. He wrote our life's story. He knows the plans he has for us (Jeremiah 29:11). God is omniscient and knows all things. What other choice would make sense besides trusting him fully? No one on the planet can tell you what will happen, most likely God will not either. But trusting him means trusting the one who holds our future. Our faith in him can give us a comfort about our future. We know that God is all-powerful and completely trustworthy. There is no one I would rather trust to hold my future besides the God who made the universe! I don't want "the road..(to).. tell the traveler what lies ahead"!!!
It does not matter what I know about my future, just as long as I am always...
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Skeeters
The one thing that ruins your outdoor day.
The thing that prevents you from play.
The annoying thing that is NEVER okay.
Don't ever want them on your fillet.
Kind of an ugly blackish-gray.
Gets on you wherever you lay.
Even pester you in the month of May.
When they get on you, they are going to pay.
Ruin your skin when trying to catch sun rays.
They somehow always find a way...
Mosquitoes. Every single day they find a way to leave bites on me everywhere. It doesn't matter if I am out side thirty minutes or five minutes; I always come inside finding mosquito bites. The itch they leave behind takes over your mind and ruins any experience or relaxation time you are trying to have even sometimes an hour later.
Every night, my boyfriend and I read the Bible over the phone, and lately, I have been reading outside on the backdoor porch. It is absolutely gorgeous out there. You can see the crescent moon and the hundreds of stars that blanket over my neighborhood. The weather is absolute perfection when I sit outside on the deck chair in my over sized jersey PJs. Everything in the world seems right and perfect, and then, of course, THEY come along. They are little messengers of the devil that puncture holes in my body and suck out my precious blood leaving behind ugly bumps all over my skin. Terrible. Nothing seems as comfortable anymore, nothing seems as beautiful any more. All because of skeeters trying to ruin the day I just ended.
Darn all you skeeters out there.
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The thing that prevents you from play.
The annoying thing that is NEVER okay.
Don't ever want them on your fillet.
Kind of an ugly blackish-gray.
Gets on you wherever you lay.
Even pester you in the month of May.
When they get on you, they are going to pay.
Ruin your skin when trying to catch sun rays.
They somehow always find a way...
Mosquitoes. Every single day they find a way to leave bites on me everywhere. It doesn't matter if I am out side thirty minutes or five minutes; I always come inside finding mosquito bites. The itch they leave behind takes over your mind and ruins any experience or relaxation time you are trying to have even sometimes an hour later.
Every night, my boyfriend and I read the Bible over the phone, and lately, I have been reading outside on the backdoor porch. It is absolutely gorgeous out there. You can see the crescent moon and the hundreds of stars that blanket over my neighborhood. The weather is absolute perfection when I sit outside on the deck chair in my over sized jersey PJs. Everything in the world seems right and perfect, and then, of course, THEY come along. They are little messengers of the devil that puncture holes in my body and suck out my precious blood leaving behind ugly bumps all over my skin. Terrible. Nothing seems as comfortable anymore, nothing seems as beautiful any more. All because of skeeters trying to ruin the day I just ended.
Darn all you skeeters out there.
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Thursday, September 9, 2010
MY Home
"One who goes back to his home does not consider the night too dark, he knows his way"
-Uganda
My home is my place of complete comfort. I have lived here 13 years now I believe and I know every nook and cranny in the place. I have space that I can call my own and a bed that I am privileged to sleep in every single night. In my home, my mom, dad, sister, and two brothers live with me. Being with your family in your home brings a feeling of comfort also. You know them so well, they know you so well, they know your likes and dislikes. In a home you are surrounded by familiarity. You have freedom to go any place you want in the house and everything in it is available for your use. There is no place that will be like a home. No hotel, condo, friend's house could even compare to how you feel when you are in the comfort of your own home. Even when moving to a new house, you adapt to it and come to find it as your new "home." It is YOURS. The ownership of a home can bring peace when you step into it. I am always looking forward to stepping in my house and just having that feeling of "home."
My home is special to me. The door frame in my room has marks of how tall we've been since we were little. Our dining room holds so many memories of the countless number of meals we have eaten. Scratches on the floor reminds us of our dog, Pepper, as she always slips around on the hard floors. The backyard reminds me of all the games I've played, all the picnics we used to have, the time I accepted Christ under the big tree, all the imaginary people that my brother and I would make up, and all the grapes that I've eaten off the grape barber.
So many memories in just one space of the world with only so many square feet that seems microscopic in the grand scheme of things. Although, the memories in my home will always stick with me for all of my life.
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-Uganda
My home is my place of complete comfort. I have lived here 13 years now I believe and I know every nook and cranny in the place. I have space that I can call my own and a bed that I am privileged to sleep in every single night. In my home, my mom, dad, sister, and two brothers live with me. Being with your family in your home brings a feeling of comfort also. You know them so well, they know you so well, they know your likes and dislikes. In a home you are surrounded by familiarity. You have freedom to go any place you want in the house and everything in it is available for your use. There is no place that will be like a home. No hotel, condo, friend's house could even compare to how you feel when you are in the comfort of your own home. Even when moving to a new house, you adapt to it and come to find it as your new "home." It is YOURS. The ownership of a home can bring peace when you step into it. I am always looking forward to stepping in my house and just having that feeling of "home."
My home is special to me. The door frame in my room has marks of how tall we've been since we were little. Our dining room holds so many memories of the countless number of meals we have eaten. Scratches on the floor reminds us of our dog, Pepper, as she always slips around on the hard floors. The backyard reminds me of all the games I've played, all the picnics we used to have, the time I accepted Christ under the big tree, all the imaginary people that my brother and I would make up, and all the grapes that I've eaten off the grape barber.
So many memories in just one space of the world with only so many square feet that seems microscopic in the grand scheme of things. Although, the memories in my home will always stick with me for all of my life.
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