In my return back through the passage, I heard the same words repeated twice over; and looking up, I saw it was a starling hung in a little cage—"I can't get out—I can't get out," said the starling. I stood looking at the bird: and to every person who came through the passage it ran fluttering to the side towards which they approach'd it, with the same lamentation of its captivity—"I can't get out," said the starling—God help thee! said I—but I'll let thee out, cost what it will; so I turned about the cage to get to the door; it was twisted and double twisted so fast with wire, there was no getting it open without pulling the cage to pieces—I took both hands to it. The bird flew to the place where I was attempting his deliverance, and thrusting his head through the trellis, pressed his breast against it, as if impatient—I fear, poor creature! said I, I cannot set thee at liberty—"No," said the starling—"I can't get out—I

"God doesn't choose the perfect He chooses the authentic." Romans 10:14-15

I have freakishly green eyes, love to take pictures, love love love singing...although I don't get the chance very often. I love to use "..." for every pause I've ever written. I dance in the dorms, sing in the rain, read avidly, and never yell. I like to think deeply, give advice, and write compositions; poems, lyrics, epics, stories, plays...I love to act and can be somewhat of a dramatist at times, I love art galleries; modern art especially. I'm a big fan of the great state of Arizona, but I love to travel to everywhere and anywhere. I don't enjoy playing many sports apart from football, or watching many besides baseball. I love to be outside; camping, hiking, fishing, boating...I am a passionate lover of Jesus Christ and my hope is that He will only allow me to serve Him for all of my days, however long they may last. I recently married my best friend Garrett. He completes me. I have many nicknames, but my preference is Meg.

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass... It's about learning to dance in the rain!

"To have found God and still pursue Him is the soul's paradox of love, scorned indeed by the too-easily satisfied religionist, but justified in happy experience by the children of the burning heart."