Dec 28, 2014
to just be herself.
not what everyone else told her to be.
expected her to be.
wanted her to be.
she decided to be
but it's funny
how we carry
bits and pieces
of each other with us.
we'll never be
but we can try.
because when you
truly love someone
you get a part of them.
everyone you love.
and everyone gets a little part of you.
But to be me
I get to decide.
I get to choose.
You're not looking to
You're not doing what
Else is doing.
What you want to do.
What God wants you to do
Just an open meadow.
An open meadow
With nothing in it.
You get to create a masterpiece.
Sow the seeds.
Grow the flowers.
Be the most beautiful meadow.
You are capable.
how beautiful she is
Dec 21, 2014
I run in the rain, in the sunshine, in the wind.
I run on the road and I run on the trail.
I run to feel alive.
I run for the sudden rush of energy, for the mental boost.
I run for the rain on my skin, the cold in the air.
I run to feel the icy burn of hot muscles against the frigid wind.
I run to feel the pavement beneath my feet, telling me I'm still here.
I run for the pain, for the needles and pins.
For the tight train of muscles that shows you've worked hard.
I run because the pain makes me feel alive.
I defeat it, I conquer it, I am victorious inside.
It tells me I'm ere, I'm not dead and gone.
The ever pounding footsteps saying that life will go on.
I run for the thrill, for the speed and the place,
I run for the feeling of being first in my race.
I run because that is my glad, one of my desires,
I run to build my strength.
But, most of all.
I run because God gave me legs; and then he told me what to do.
He said to run to my heart's content, that is what's true.
Nov 27, 2014
Now it's thanksgiving here, and what do we do? We fill ourselves full and pay all our dues. We make up the turkey and bake all the bread, and say our prayers politely with dreams in our head. We fill ourselves to bursting and pile on more. We pray for needy strangers but then shut and lock the door. There is so much we could do if we'd only look about; if we could stand up from our chairs and stray from our culture's route.
That being said, I think Thanksgiving is awesome. It's a time where family and friends can get together and share a meal; a delicious meal. It's a time when people join together and be thankful.
There are so many things I'm thankful for.
So many beautiful, wonderful things.
Nov 21, 2014
The rain comes down.
It tries to drown out every sound.
With pounding drops and clouds overhead,
No one really lies safe in bed.
The little ones sit up, their fists in their ears.
The teenagers smile; they aren't the only ones with tears.
For the sky has decided to cry on this night,
It thunders and shouts- no one dares put up a fight.
Where are the words with the clouds cave in?
Where are the shouts when the thunder wins?
The sky is wet, but the eyes are dry,
As their minds wonder why the sky decided to cry.
Because those are tears rolling down your windowpane.
The tears of the wounded, the broken, insane.
And the thunder is roaring with anger unseen.
And the lightning proclaims; it wants the world to be clean.
It flashes, it flickers, it worries and shouts,
Until the thunder finally decides to come about.
Together they work, always in harmony,
While the rain pounds out the peaceful melody.
A thunderstorm is scary, it's wild and feared.
It's a beautiful horse that's drawn back and reared.
There is beauty in the rain.
There is cleansing from the pain.
Because in this night,
The sky decided to cry.
Nov 9, 2014
Aug 20, 2014
"Me, Me, Me" They all seemed to be chanting as they buzzed around her, flying in her ears, into her eyes, attacking her back, her hands, her cheeks. "Me, Me, Me, Me."
A panic arose in her chest, and she fell to her knees, chest rising and falling rapidly, heart pounding wildly. A cold sweat dripped down her neck, and she covered her eyes, shaking her head.
"No, no, no, everyone go away, everyone go away!" She cried softly, tipping over and curling into a ball. But nothing was going to go away, they never went away. They knew she would stand up and try her best to pay attention to all of them again, eventually just to fall back down. She knew she needed to abandon some of them, leave them behind, but they were all calling so loudly and she wasn't sure of which one to let go.
Jul 30, 2014
I imagine that one day, when Kristoff and Anna are all grown up, living in the castle, married and having kids, they'll have a blast.
Auntie Elsa lives with them, and she can make the great hall into a skating rink. Sven lives in the stables, and the kids love to sneak carrots to their daddy's reindeer. Olaf, of course, lives there too, and he runs around with his own personal flurry, saying hello to everyone and giving free warm hugs and generally being Olaf.
In the winter, it snows, and it has nothing to do with Elsa. It simply has everything to do with the weather. Simple as that.
The morning of the first snow, every year,Anna wakes her children up early. Kristoff takes off to go and check on the ice, simply because he loves his job, and he loves his sled.
Holding her children's hands, Anna walks with them to Auntie Elsa's door, the little ones trying their hardest not to laugh. And then, with no warning, they burst in, shouting in unison, "DO YOU WANT TO BUILD A SNOWMAN?!?!?"
Elsa sits up, a bright smile written all across her face, as she meets Anna's gaze.
Anna smiles back.
She's letting Elsa build a snowman.
She's giving Elsa her childhood.
Jul 11, 2014
Unfortunately, most of the time, life does not follow a schedule.
I wanted to blog.
Once a week,
This is my first blog in what,
I had a goal.
That goal was to write every day.
Continue along with my book.
NOT get writers block.
Everything feels bland.
My imagiation decides to take over.
I'm starting over.
Starting Over is all it takes.
Clicking the "New Document" icon.
Seeing something fresh and new.
A blank screen.
Knowing that when you begin to type,
It will be something new.
That's all it takes.
A fresh start.
A "Can we start over?"
A new friendship forged out of the old.
A new story, inspired by what's past.
A new promise.
That might not get kept,
Because we're human.
But that's okay,
Becuase forgiveness is possible.
So forgive me?
I'm willing to start a new document.
Open my Bible once again.
Put my fingers on the piano once again.
Wake up early once again.
Continue on the path into the unknown.
Because it's a new day,
If you want it to be.
A new moment,
A new dawn,
A new schedule,
A new start.
Apr 19, 2014
Mar 5, 2014
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 6, 2014
All Around---It's a roller coaster ride.
To and fro...
Ain't it so?
The heartache I feel inside?
It's crashing and falling,
Turning and burning,
But...in order to fall
You must RISE.
Soar above the ashes.
Be one with the clouds
And try your very hardest
Because, if you're crazy,
(sort of like me)
You'll fall fast, and you'll fall hard.
Once upon a time-
You fell too soon.
For when you take the plunge,
Cold, unknown, and crazy.
As you fall, you realize...
Falling's half the fun.
The fear of a bitter crash is ever near,
But if you don't face that,
You'll never feel it.
That exhilarating, breath-taking moment of free fall.
Just you, yourself, and the air.
Life is a roller coaster.
It has highs...
It has lows.
But one thing is for sure;
If you never took that first leap of faith-
Who would you be today?