Thursday, November 09, 2006

Compromise and Control

Compromising who you are in the face of your peers is being ashamed of who you are. Be yourself and stand firm in that. Your peers will respect you for being solid in your philosophy of life. Never compromise your philosophy soley because it differs from someone else's. The moment you compromise your beliefs is the moment that you let someone else bind and control you.

Sunday, October 22, 2006

My Father Walks With Me

When overcome by fear and sorrow
Darkness blinds my way.
I find that I am lost, a stranger
in a sunless day.
Frantically I grope around me
searching for the One
whose hand has made the universe,
the darkness, and the sun.
I grovel all around me till my hand
Is stilled by this:
A hand as strong as thunder
and as tender as a kiss.
I lift my arms up toward Him
in utter helplessness.
His arms close tight around me
and in Him I finally rest.
He whispers "I will hold your hand
If you will let Me lead."
So hand in hand, the darkness gone,
My Father walks with me.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Joy, Strength, Giving

There are few things better than knowing that you are making a difference in someone's life. The joy of giving is indescribeable! Strength comes from joy. Joy comes from God. The joy of the Lord truly is my strength. Knowing that He is using me to change people is humbling. I feel so privileged to be used by Him. I have set the Lord always before me. Because He is at my right hand I shall not be moved. In His presence there is fulless of joy. At His right hand there are pleasures forevermore.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

2 month absence...

After a two month absence I have decided to be a blogger again. Life is good. God is good. I cannot complain, for God is miraculously working out His plan in my life. He has given me such indescribable contentment in every aspect of my life. I cannot thank Him enough for His faithfulness to me.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

life is good!

life is good.

I got a new car!!!!!!!!

I got a new job!!!!!!!!!

I got a new friend!!!!!!


Wednesday, July 05, 2006

This is one of the beautiful sights that Josh and Trista are visiting this week. I just chatted with them both online a few minutes ago. There is something obscure about carrying on a conversation with someone who is on the other side of the world. Thank you, technology!!!

Thursday, June 22, 2006


Thunder is such an exciting sound.
Why is that?
I love thunderstorms.
They give me a hidden energy that i cannot explain.
Thunderstorms rank right up there with
homemade spiced cider,
the smell of woodsmoke,
the sound of distant cheering...
All the many memorable things
that remind me of my childhood.
I used to love to play in the rain.
Maybe that's why I have so many
"rainy days" as an adult.
Some people think of rain as a bother--
as a hindrance to their otherwise okay lives.
Others look at rain as a refreshment--
as a way to cool down the hot days and
nurish that which is struggling to survive.
"Some people walk in the rain.
Others just get wet."
Walk in the rain.
Don't let yourself get wet.

nonexistent sustaining

Pain hurts.
But sometimes giving up that pain
hurts even more.
Pain caused
by the severing of something
is extreme,
However, that same pain
is the bridge to that something.
When we let go of the pain,
we also let go of that something.
Sometimes we sustain the pain
in our souls
for so much longer than is necessary
because we are trying so hard to stustain that something
that no longer is.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006


Comedy is the exaggeRation of nonEssential Details.
Look for the comedy in life.
When you look at a person, notiCe the coffee stAin on their lefT coat pocket
rather than the scawl on their frantic "i'm late for work" face.
when you walk to your car, notice the two squirrels that are chasing each other around and personify them.
A wise man once wrote, "Life is a coMedy to thOse whO thiNk, and a tragedy to those who feel."
Find the comedy in life....
and enjoy it.

I'm new at this...

I'm new at this, so I'm going to start by saying that my roommate encouraged me to write 100 words a day. I'm going to try it. I don't know if i will be able to considering i don't go online every day, but nontheless it's worth a try, eh? I have become very aware of fear, desires, apathy, swingsets, youth, flying, art.... My life is separate from the world currently--Like i have removed myself from reality. I prefer it. I don't like reality. Reality is painful. I like what is abstract. But i am not happy living out of reality. I am just...confused right now. God is the only stability i see. He is the only constant that bridge my abstracts with my current reality.

Look to the Daffodils

I walked passed the place I knew him best
acompanied by lonliness
my presence
walks in winter--
characterized by death,

Till a voice of kind friendship
issued me a note that said
"You'll feel spring and flowers again.
It won't always be rain."
And then my eyes were opened,
as I stood beside the place I knew him best,
to a prelude to spring:

Two daffodils stood alone, together,
yet beautiful.
Alone in a wilderness of naked earth.
they gave each other life
and survived the winter for the other.

Encouraged by the prelude,
I left the place I knew Him best.

But I returned,
bound by the memory of him
broken by the loss of him,
And I found the two lone daffodils
struggling for life
as they clung the one to the other.
Partly uprooted
and bowed down low,
I doubted the survival of either,
and realized spring had not yet come.
Discouraged by the struggle,
I left the place I knew him best.
My soul struggled with the daffodils,
and as they died,
I died.
In the cool,
broken death of winter
I walked,
not knowning where to go, yet
walking nontheless.
until I once morecame upon the place I knew him best.
I saw Spring,
when Winter seemed so bitter.
For a single daffodil stood alone,
yet strong,
as it stretched its face
toward the source of its life--
the sun
shone strong
and smiled
its warmth
upon it who stood alone.

Both stems existed still,
yet only one survived,
and though they cling no more
the one to the other,
and though they did not both
survive the struggle,
the one stood
strong and brave,
for the Sun gives life and joy to loneliness.

I am that daffodil,
and I cling
to the prelude of spring
while I stretch forth
my faceto the source of my life.
and though we did not both
survive the struggle,
I can stand
strong and brave,
For the Son gives life and joy to loneliness.
-Anna Christina
Sunday, March 12, 2006