| "Don't show me gang signs... don't show me gang signs... I don't wanna die... I don't wanna die..." "What else?!?!" -Lauren and me Limes and hot sauce... BluRaz... "He knows Spanish. So does he. He knows Spanish too. I bet when Jesus comes back He'll speak in Spanish too!" ... I am Spanish envy... I will learn the language someday... too much, too much... |
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| I wrote this on April 10, 2008 about spring :) Take in the smell of spring
Fly within the breeze
A flower is good if it's in your hair
A laugh and a twirl will soon be here Praise to my God for this perfect day
Sunshine is the star in this play
The mud is alright if it's on my feet
And some mud on my face is alright by me Melting snow warms my heart
For the grass is my friend and we've been apart
Let me wear green every day of the week
To show my intense joy at the coming of spring!!! yay. :) |
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| There is power in living life slowly. There is power in sitting in silence. There is power in a few words well spoken. There is power in a loving look. There is power in a sweet smile. There is power in really listening. There is even more power in Christ's death AND resurrection. I don't care that it's not Easter. |
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| "You can't move forward if you're looking at your feet or you're looking over your shoulder." - Dr. Pepper Dill |
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| Why is it that September is never good for me? September, October, and March are always aweful..... and I don't know why. I thought this year was going to be different. I thought this year was going to be fantastic. It really was... January through August were wonderful. 8 out of 12 months isn't bad though.
But maybe my mindset of what is good is skewd. I haven't stopped growing; I haven't stopped learning. But I think what has always constituted as "good" was easy and happy. But that's not life. Reality hits hard. It's hard to keep a kind hearted and positive attitude, and to see the best in others when they think you are naive in doing so. Then skepticism, sarcasm, and realism replace them. But what once was thought as naive, is cherished when it's lost. It can always be replaced, but a lot of resentment will have to be shed from the heart. I wish I had my 16 year old mindset about life back. Everything seemed simpler and black and white. I had so many questions about life, so many ideas about what path my life would take. I feel stuck in this rut. I think I've forgotten who I am in a way. Life is too cloudy to distinguish that anymore. And so I wait for it to clear. I wait for the fire and smoke to be brushed away. |
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