I sat at the kitchen table with the Best Intentions. My Bible is in the bag with my journal and prayer notebook at my feet. I bring out my laptop to finish listening to that sermon that blessed me so much yesterday. I make myself soup, one of my favorites, and sit to write a letter to my boyfriend, one of the many he’ll never read. Then from there, the battle began. Continue reading
God didn’t save me. So what do I do with that? I can’t very well blame Him for where I put myself. It was all my fault – I didn’t do enough, and I failed.
But I prayed, I trusted Him. What good is a God who lets something important to me slip through my fingers? Continue reading
What I don’t understand, is how people can look outside their window, see little flakes of infinitesimally detailed flakes of ice, watch them ride on the wind, dipping and dancing across the window pane, and not feel the least bit amazed by it. By how beautiful it is. Continue reading
I was blessed a couple days ago with a conversation with a friend, and he said something that just came back to me now, along with a lesson that I wish to share, some wisdom that I wish to keep with me:
It is what you do in your idle time that defines you.
Do you want to be strong? Gain strength.
Do you want to be smart? Gain knowledge.
Do you want to be creative? Gain imagination.
Do you want to be close to God? Gain His presence.
Do you want to be happy? Do what you love.
… ’cause things got real deep real quick. Not that I don’t like deep, it’s just not my style. Or wasn’t my style. I honestly don’t know much anymore.
I used to have pride in the fact that I knew myself pretty well. Not that it encouraged me to change what I didn’t like about myself or my character, but that I simply knew my faults and weaknesses right next to my strengths and talents. Once upon a time I knew myself. Continue reading
Working, being useful, is human nature. Psychological studies have shown that in cases where adults lose employment, they often get depressed not simply because of the weight of responsibility (especially in a familial situation), but also because of a certain loss of humanity. Continue reading
November is important for three reasons: 1) I was born this month a couple years ago, 2) Thanksgiving, and 3) NaNoWriMo, which stands for National Novel Writing Month. This is the month in which thousands of people all over the country endeavor to do the impossible: write a novel in a month. More specifically, write 50,000 words of a novel in a month. I’ve done this personal competition for the past four years, and it just felt wrong to me to forgo the pleasure of wasting so much time over a plot that I would never actually finish.
But alas, yet again, I was dumb. Continue reading