It’s getting ice cream on a rainy, summer day.
It’s talking until two in the morning because you’re afraid of tomorrow.
It’s knowing there’s always something to do when you’re at a loss of where to go next.
It’s wearing the perfect outfit on a day you didn’t check the weather.
It’s getting a text from the one person you wanted to hear from most.
It’s getting a call when you were scared to reach out.
It’s having someone tell you the things you needed to hear.
It’s having the rose you picked last week last much longer than you thought it would.
It’s watching the flower you planted grow.
It’s knowing that someone is praying for you.
It’s getting to finally rest after pushing yourself for so long.
It’s getting a hug when you didn’t realize you needed one.
It’s the simple things… that I look for the most.
It might have been because the day is gorgeous today. Even at 9AM when I was walking to church, the sun was high and warm, and the surroundings were just… lovely.
It might have been because of the sermon today. I’ve been praying for God to give me a love for His word, and the message talked all about how precious and powerful and wonderfully good the Word is. The resonance of truth really stuck with me as I began my walk back to campus.
I do believe it was because I felt God told me to slow down. Just on my way back home I was thinking about all the things I should do, and it was if His hand fell onto my shoulder and just, halted me. I looked around and noticed anew how beautiful the day was. To my left was a bench in the sunshine, and I decided to sit, and just be. Continue reading
My dear friend,
You know how much I love to share my stories with you, and you know if something this big has happened, something so beautiful that it can only be from God, you know how much I’d want you to know about it too. But this time, I’m sorry, but this is one story I cannot tell. You see, I’m afraid that if I speak it out loud, it’ll lose it’s beauty. Continue reading
“Swearing is just a societal construct,” he told me.
“All it does is put words in categories.
Aligning diction with propriety
is just another mode of censoring
the forms I use in expressing
Isn’t this what we’ve been taught?
That our freedom of speech cannot be bought
or cast aside because it’s ‘morally wrong.’
Besides,” he finished with a shrug.
“They’re just words. Why should I give a flying firetruck?” Continue reading
“I don’t like reading. I prefer watching the movies.” Probably one of the most unfortunate things I’ve ever been close enough to hear. I’ve heard it several times, and every time it pains me in a way that I couldn’t truly describe. At first I thought it was just the sadness that comes from someone saying that your favorite pastime is not worth much to them, and at that moment you suddenly feel ostracized and alone and you react by either defending the integrity of a good read or simply shrugging it off and moving on. But after reading a beautifully penned story by one of the students in my Advanced Fiction Workshop, I realized that it’s not the pain of finding yourself in the minority, but rather the pain from seeing someone, knowing someone, who will never understand the beauty of a masterpiece painted with words. Continue reading