I will praise You in this storm, and I will lift my hands
For You are who You are, no matter where I am
And every tear I've cried, You hold in Your hand
You never left my side, and though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm.
I lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The Maker of Heaven and Earth
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
New
In 2012, I will be two things: HAPPY and HEALTHY. As long as I focus on those two things, everything else in my life...all of my personal struggles...will take care of themselves. My focus for this new year is ME, and nothing anyone says or does will dictate otherwise.
Happy New Year.
Happy New Year.
Friday, November 11, 2011
A few things
Well...
1. I'm hungry, because I made the mistake of eating lunch at about 10:45am.
2. I'm tired, because I made the mistake of staying up way too late last night, which led to me falling asleep with my hair in a post-shower towel turban...which led to me waking up looking like a HOT mess.
3. I'm sad, because my life is in the middle of a massive, massive change.
4. I'm happy, because my life is in the middle of a massive, massive change.
5. I'm scared, because my life is in the middle of a massive, massive change.
6. I'm confused, because...you guessed it. Change.
For those who may come across this post by whatever means (subscriber, stalker, random come-acrosser, etc.), would you say a quick prayer for me?
Thanks.
1. I'm hungry, because I made the mistake of eating lunch at about 10:45am.
2. I'm tired, because I made the mistake of staying up way too late last night, which led to me falling asleep with my hair in a post-shower towel turban...which led to me waking up looking like a HOT mess.
3. I'm sad, because my life is in the middle of a massive, massive change.
4. I'm happy, because my life is in the middle of a massive, massive change.
5. I'm scared, because my life is in the middle of a massive, massive change.
6. I'm confused, because...you guessed it. Change.
For those who may come across this post by whatever means (subscriber, stalker, random come-acrosser, etc.), would you say a quick prayer for me?
Thanks.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
FINALLY.
Don't tell anyone, but I am SO GLAD Halloween has finally come and gone.
Don't get me wrong...I do love Fall, and all of the beauty that comes with it: the changing trees, the changing weather (minus the literal HELL my sinuses are going through), the changing wardrobe - it's all fabulous (except the sinuses part).
But Halloween. Ick.
Everything is so creepy and spooky and weird. I don't even care so much for all of the candy, for the simple fact that I feel completely terrible about having destroyed every tiny box of MilkDuds and miniature bags of Reeses Pieces that were part of the ONE bag of candy we purchased this year. And I started dieting on November 1st, so OF COURSE I had to make sure all of my candy favorites were long gone before then, so I wouldn't have to resist the evil temptation.
Anyway, back to my genuine distaste for Halloween. Ick.
All of the creepy witchy laughter you hear on radio and TV commercials, absolutely make me cringe. And if we're all going to dress up in costumes and run around like fools, why can't everyone be a happy character? Whatever happened to angels and Bible characters and princesses and cowboys? All the zombies, angry birds, sci-fi characters and serial killers are more than I can stand. And you don't want to hear my soapbox about Halloween being the one holiday where everyone's "true colors" really shine thru...especially among women.
Good golly. Well, it's over. And for that I am so grateful.
I am currently on the debate with myself about how to spend my Friday after Thanksgiving. I've got plenty of time to decide my plan of action
I've got two options:
1. Get up at the butt-crack of dawn...actually, it'd probably be before the butt-crack...and do the Black Friday routine. My mom and I have developed a sort of tradition in participating in the out-of-control shopping experience, but I'm really trying to decide if that's what I want to mess with this year. There would probably have to be some completely mind-blowing deal on something that I couldn't bear to live without...
OR
2. Get up long after the butt-crack of dawn has long since passed, strike up the Christmas jams, and get my decorating on, probably find myself completely exhausted by about 5pm, at which point I'll crash on the couch. Wake up just in time to have some leftovers for a late dinner, and then stay up way too late trying to get the rest of the decorations up.
Decisions, decisions. This is the exciting life I lead.
HAPPY NOVEMBER!
Don't get me wrong...I do love Fall, and all of the beauty that comes with it: the changing trees, the changing weather (minus the literal HELL my sinuses are going through), the changing wardrobe - it's all fabulous (except the sinuses part).
But Halloween. Ick.
Everything is so creepy and spooky and weird. I don't even care so much for all of the candy, for the simple fact that I feel completely terrible about having destroyed every tiny box of MilkDuds and miniature bags of Reeses Pieces that were part of the ONE bag of candy we purchased this year. And I started dieting on November 1st, so OF COURSE I had to make sure all of my candy favorites were long gone before then, so I wouldn't have to resist the evil temptation.
Anyway, back to my genuine distaste for Halloween. Ick.
All of the creepy witchy laughter you hear on radio and TV commercials, absolutely make me cringe. And if we're all going to dress up in costumes and run around like fools, why can't everyone be a happy character? Whatever happened to angels and Bible characters and princesses and cowboys? All the zombies, angry birds, sci-fi characters and serial killers are more than I can stand. And you don't want to hear my soapbox about Halloween being the one holiday where everyone's "true colors" really shine thru...especially among women.
Good golly. Well, it's over. And for that I am so grateful.
I am currently on the debate with myself about how to spend my Friday after Thanksgiving. I've got plenty of time to decide my plan of action
I've got two options:
1. Get up at the butt-crack of dawn...actually, it'd probably be before the butt-crack...and do the Black Friday routine. My mom and I have developed a sort of tradition in participating in the out-of-control shopping experience, but I'm really trying to decide if that's what I want to mess with this year. There would probably have to be some completely mind-blowing deal on something that I couldn't bear to live without...
OR
2. Get up long after the butt-crack of dawn has long since passed, strike up the Christmas jams, and get my decorating on, probably find myself completely exhausted by about 5pm, at which point I'll crash on the couch. Wake up just in time to have some leftovers for a late dinner, and then stay up way too late trying to get the rest of the decorations up.
Decisions, decisions. This is the exciting life I lead.
HAPPY NOVEMBER!
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
"Nothing tastes as good as being skinny feels." - Kate Moss
Heaven help me...I will be skinnier. Please don't misinterpret that - I don't think I'm "huge" or a "cow," I just know that I'm not what I could and SHOULD be. By golly, my thighs will be toned, my tummy will be flatter, and my arms will not flap in the wind. Inspiration...
I also need my cheeks to look like that, but that will take much more effort than I'm willing to exert.
One of these four items WILL be my reward for losing 10 lbs. And I WILL lose 10 lbs...as soon as I can shake these bloody shin splints!
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Dismay
Dismay
-noun: sudden or complete loss of courage; utter disheartenment; sudden disillusionment.
Thank you faithful Lord, for encouragement. For love and support when I am so undeserving. Thank you for a family to constantly remind me, through everyday encounters, just how deep your love is for me. I am not worthy to be recognized as your child, yet you rescue me each day from the depths of life’s most trying and challenging trials. Knowing that it will never compare to the unconditional, everlasting love that you have for me…I love you deeply, and I am yours.
-noun: sudden or complete loss of courage; utter disheartenment; sudden disillusionment.
“Do not fear, for I am with you. Do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will uphold you with my Righteous Right Hand.”
Isaiah 41.10
Thank you faithful Lord, for encouragement. For love and support when I am so undeserving. Thank you for a family to constantly remind me, through everyday encounters, just how deep your love is for me. I am not worthy to be recognized as your child, yet you rescue me each day from the depths of life’s most trying and challenging trials. Knowing that it will never compare to the unconditional, everlasting love that you have for me…I love you deeply, and I am yours.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Messy Canvas
I recently read something that I feel has truly changed me. I strongly encourage you to visit Messy Canvas and see for yourself. This amazing Artist, Mandy has totally mapped out the last 6-8 years of my life in a short 42-page eBook. For real. It's legit.
In the last 24 hours, since reading Messy Canvas, an explosion of thoughts and ideas have taken over my head and my heart of hearts. My deepest longings and biggest dreams really don't seem that impossible anymore. Many of which I thought I had let go of, but they've really just been hanging out in the dark and dusty corners of my soul, waiting for the day that they would be unearthed and brought back to life.
In this tremendous eBook, the author writes about a beautiful sunflower growing in her garden. Along with the sunflowers, she had planted zinnias and morning glories. At one point, the strong vines of the morning glories had overtaken one of the tallest, strongest, most beautiful sunflowers in the whole garden. She compared herself to the sunflower, and it's deeply saddening posture: "Great glorious blooms spread out far and wide, but face hidden from the sun, and I felt I could do nothing to raise it. I had potential. I had great dreams. I had passion, but still I was trapped by vines that squeezed my heart and choked my voice. My head was pushed down. My confidence was lacking. Who would want to see my face? It was much too risky to pull it up. I didn't have the energy, the faith, the courage. I'd convinced myself it was far more humble and appropriate to keep my face down and my voice quiet." And then she goes on to talk about how her dad always told her she'd be the first woman president. Don't even get me started on all the things my dad always told me I'd do and I chickened out on... But that's me! I am the sunflower that has been choked out and couldn't lift my head to the sun! It's not too late to do something about it!
I am an Artist. I exemplify this title through the words I write, the things I say, and the music that I have been so blessed to be able to create. I am finding new avenues all the time in which I can pursue the much underestimated title of, Artist.
I am pursuing music through a new means. Piano is shaking something loose that I didn't even know existed in me. I have taught myself a beautiful new worship song, and there is no way to adequately describe the feeling I get when I sit down at the piano, play (okay, more like stumble through) that song, open my mouth and sing the melody along with my own accompaniment. It is something I've dreamed about for many years, and I am finally allowing myself to experience it! While I am just beginning this new musical journey, I honestly already feel something new and fresh happening in my heart.
I have just about decided that I want to finish school and obtain a degree in communications and creative writing. While I haven't the slightest idea what I could do with such a degree, it's something that I feel I must do for myself, for my family, and most importantly for my future as an Artist.
So, while my occupation may be that I am an "Accounting Specialist," my true title is "Artist." And from this day forward I vow to myself and to my long lost dreams, that I will do everything in my power to live out that title and wear it with pride.
In the last 24 hours, since reading Messy Canvas, an explosion of thoughts and ideas have taken over my head and my heart of hearts. My deepest longings and biggest dreams really don't seem that impossible anymore. Many of which I thought I had let go of, but they've really just been hanging out in the dark and dusty corners of my soul, waiting for the day that they would be unearthed and brought back to life.
In this tremendous eBook, the author writes about a beautiful sunflower growing in her garden. Along with the sunflowers, she had planted zinnias and morning glories. At one point, the strong vines of the morning glories had overtaken one of the tallest, strongest, most beautiful sunflowers in the whole garden. She compared herself to the sunflower, and it's deeply saddening posture: "Great glorious blooms spread out far and wide, but face hidden from the sun, and I felt I could do nothing to raise it. I had potential. I had great dreams. I had passion, but still I was trapped by vines that squeezed my heart and choked my voice. My head was pushed down. My confidence was lacking. Who would want to see my face? It was much too risky to pull it up. I didn't have the energy, the faith, the courage. I'd convinced myself it was far more humble and appropriate to keep my face down and my voice quiet." And then she goes on to talk about how her dad always told her she'd be the first woman president. Don't even get me started on all the things my dad always told me I'd do and I chickened out on... But that's me! I am the sunflower that has been choked out and couldn't lift my head to the sun! It's not too late to do something about it!
I am an Artist. I exemplify this title through the words I write, the things I say, and the music that I have been so blessed to be able to create. I am finding new avenues all the time in which I can pursue the much underestimated title of, Artist.
I am pursuing music through a new means. Piano is shaking something loose that I didn't even know existed in me. I have taught myself a beautiful new worship song, and there is no way to adequately describe the feeling I get when I sit down at the piano, play (okay, more like stumble through) that song, open my mouth and sing the melody along with my own accompaniment. It is something I've dreamed about for many years, and I am finally allowing myself to experience it! While I am just beginning this new musical journey, I honestly already feel something new and fresh happening in my heart.
I have just about decided that I want to finish school and obtain a degree in communications and creative writing. While I haven't the slightest idea what I could do with such a degree, it's something that I feel I must do for myself, for my family, and most importantly for my future as an Artist.
So, while my occupation may be that I am an "Accounting Specialist," my true title is "Artist." And from this day forward I vow to myself and to my long lost dreams, that I will do everything in my power to live out that title and wear it with pride.
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