Freedom!

Long my imprisoned spirit lay
Fast-bound in sin and natures night
Thine eye diffused a quickning ray
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light
My chains fell off, my heart was free
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

Ain't that the truth...

"The better part of one's life consists of his friendships." ~Abraham Lincoln

Moonlight Serenade

She stands in the window of an abandoned room. The only light is that of the moon as it pours through the windows and glances off the crystal chandeliers, sending sparkles around the dim room. Soft music from the party below drifts into the room and she sways to its sound. The breeze catches her cascading blonde curls and tosses them gently around her face, giving this painting life. She slips off her shoes and starts to slowly dance around the room with her phantom partner, the light from the room accenting the curves of her face. She waltzes and twirls, left to right. Soon she tires and she returns to the window, watching the moon as it sits over the ocean. She feels its spray and hears its roar mingled with the tinkling of glasses and the quiet murmer of the people downstairs. Oh how shall she ever leave this wonderful sight? Does the night have to end? And yet she knows it must.

Do The Creep

I remember watching this movie when I was younger called Vertigo. It was one of those old suspense movies that you think is really intense and crazy and then when you watch it when you are older, its still great, but you understand so much more! I still greatly enjoy the movie, but man... The main character sure turns into a creeper...

Focus on the journey, not the destination. Joy is found not in finishing an activity but in doing it.

If I could do anything I wanted, today I would go on an adventure with my gnome. We would climb high mountains, save damsels in distress, find knights in shining armour, and wield swords as we vanquished the foe. We would feast in large castles as we are entertained by the jesters and Baird's. We would ride on dragons that breathed blue flames, and sleep under the stars in a meadow surrounded by the woods. The sound of the nearby creek and the crickets singing merrily to one another would lull us to sleep. He would meet a lady gnome who would simply steal his heart away with her shy and gentle ways and I would meet a knight. He would be full of valor, yet humble and gentle in his manner. I may dislike him immensely at first and dismiss every attention he paid me, or I may simply fall head over heels for him though maybe he doesn't notice me at first. I would have him tall, of a solid stature, with hair of either raven black or amber gold. Either would suite my fancy. His eyes would be gentle but yet piercing to the soul. We would meet in a castle where I am healing from a near fatal wound given to me by a gryphon, one of the many I was battling at the moment. When I am well enough to leave my chambers, I walk in the gardens and hedge mazes, longing to be out of the castle walls where I feel as free as my spirit is. One day I notice a man looking down on me from one of the many windows. I do not recognize him since the only people I have seen since my awakening are the maid servants that tended my wounds and brought me food. But he is handsome and the twinkling in his eyes makes the butterflies in my stomach flutter. Each day I am allowed in the garden for a mere hour so that I do not tire myself out, and each day I see him at the window. His eyes meet mine and there is a flicker of a smile about his lips. Oh how I wish to see him smile... One day as I walk my same path, he is not at the window. I am disappointed, but I know he must have been sent out on an errand or on an important journey, therefore I know it is selfish of me to want him there. I make my way towards the bench I have now claimed as my own, for I have never seen anyone sit there. I turn the corner, past the pale pink roses, and lo! There he sits, on my bench! His posture is so full of self assurance and yet so humble at the same time. Drat! He noticed me. Now I can do nothing but continue towards him. His voice, as soft as velvet, reaches my ear in a soft, "Hello." I shyly drop my eyes but manage a small curtsy without falling as I return his greeting. He beckons me to sit with him and I oblige. My heart pounds in my ears and I know he must be able to hear it for an amused grin steals across his features. What shall I say? I do not know, lest I say something completely absured and make a fool of myself... And yet in his presence I feel so comfortable. It is such a strange sensation, to be all nerves and yet completely relaxed at the same time.

My Inspiration

I have a sister whose name is Abby. She's a really great person, she isn't shabby. Enough with the rhyming. Let us move on! Abby is my inspiration. No, we don't always get along; yes, we are very different in look and personality. But she is strong and so very wise. She's beautiful, extremely intelligent, witty, and a hit with just about everyone she meets. I know her and I have our rough times, but the good times we have together makes them obsolete. I wish I had her wisdom, her free spirit, and her wit. She contributes so much and has such a heart for the people and situations around her. She thinks the best of people, always wanting to help them meet their potential. I could go on and on about how amazing she is. She inspires me to be the woman I am made to be. She inspires me to look at the struggles in the world and to want to help make a change. She inspires me in so many ways...

Procrastinators Unite! ...Tomorrow...

For days I have been saying that I am going to clean my room. For weeks I have been saying that I am going to start taking better care of myself physically, emotionally, and mentally. For months I have been saying that I am going to start loving people better than I do now, and for years I have been saying that I am going to let go of my wants and let God be everything I need. Talk about the most epic case of procrastination. No matter how much I say, 'today I am going to clean my room,' I end up finding something I would rather do. No matter how many times I start taking better care of myself, Satan always manages to bring me down by telling me I'm not worth it. No matter how much I try to love people, something always happens to make me not like someone. No matter how much I try to let God be my everything, I take it all back into my own hands and try to fix it myself. Let me tell you, it doesn't work. I usually end up making a much bigger mess of things. In a world of instant gratification, it is so difficult to be content waiting for something. I want this or that to be fixed now not later. I want to know what's going to happen and how its going to end now! I forget that everything takes time and will take its course when God wants it to. He will show me someday and I need to exercise patience, which is definitely not my strong point. Sigh... I need to go clean my room...

Dictionary definition: a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. God's definition:

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; Does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; Does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; Bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away.

Oh to love truly! This is my desire. How can I say I love someone when my love is not even close to what God says love truly is? Yes, I may care for them very deeply, but do I sincerely love them? If I really loved them, then these characteristics would show. Is that not so? And yet I am envious. I am not always patient or kind. I am sometimes rude, though I try very hard not to be. I do not always rejoice in the truth because sometimes the truth is painful. I do not always love for anothers sake, but sometimes only to make myself feel loved. Because if I can say I love them, then it is easy for me to pretend they love me in return. I cannot bear all things for I am human and therefore imperfect. But I know I can bear a lot more than I do now. Hope is difficult when the situation looks so bleak. How can I have hope when all I see is hurt and dreariness? My love fails... But through all this failure and despair, I do have hope and I do have a chance. With God, all things are possible. I may not ever love as well as I would like to, but with God, I shall suceed to love better than I am able to now. He gives me hope, He gives me strength, He gives me a future. On Him will I lean, and to Him will I run.

A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walk out

This is my best friend. She is the very best a person could ask for! Yes we have our hard times and our fights, but our good times and laughter very much outweigh them. I honestly do not know what I would do without her. She is so very sarcastic, but so very amazing with a great sense of humor, a beautiful personality, and a gorgeous face! I don't think I could love her any more than I do already.

Hmm..

I do have to admit, I often wonder if anyone ever reads this. My life isn't exactly full of exciting adventures. Although I'm sure I could use my imagination to make it so. Hmmm.. Maybe I shall do just that. Tell a story over a span of time; or just talk nonsense. I don't know! Should I, or should I not? That is the real question. I shall sleep on it and decide tomorrow.