Sometimes it doesn't take very much to have a happy ever after. Sometimes it's the fact that you're to afraid to say something or don't have the courage to face what you clearly see is there. Sometimes that moment will pass, and it could have take only one word to get the smiles going. I've written a little example for you all to read...
She was sitting by herself in the corner of the room. Her legs dangled over the edge of the chair and she was humming along to the song that everyone was dancing too. It flowed through her soul and mind, the music notes trickled along her spine giving her the feeling of happiness. She tugged at her hair, not liking the fact that it was all dolled up and pulled at the beautiful dress she was wearing. Dancing was never something that she was interested in or people that only judged you by how much money you had. She hadn't been noticed by anyone, and that's exactly how she liked things to be.
He was the life of the party. Although, that's what everyone seemed to think. He was so handsome that every girl in that ball room was fanning themselves and bursting into little fits of giggles if he even glanced their way. He was dancing with an honorable girl, who was rather beautiful. However, he didn't seem to care. She smelled funny and that plastered smile on her face was really beginning to frighten him. She hadn't given him much choice in the matter by the way she gripped his arm and pulled him onto the dance floor. He didn't want to be there. He wanted to leave.
The song ended and there was a polite clap around the room. He bowed to the girl he was dancing with and made a run for it before she could pull him back for another. He made a dash for the curtains way in the back. He loved sitting there since he wasn't very visible but yet he could still see everything that was going on. He found it when he was a child.
She heard something rustling in front of her and she froze. Should she apologize? Would she be asked to leave? The curtains slowly moved a little more and a figure backed into them. He still hadn't seen her. She heard him let out a sigh of relief and she watched as he kicked off his shoes. Those do look rather uncomfortable, she thought to herself. He ruffled his hair and at this she couldn't help but grin. As soon as he did, he slowly turned around and they both froze.
She's so stunning, he thought to himself.
Oh goodness he's gorgeous, was all she could think.
He smiled his best smile at her. A smile that he didn't reveal to just anyone. He took every little detail of her in. He could tell she had been fidgeting with her hair and that, like him, she completely despised her shoes. She had small freckles on her right cheek and the deep blue color of her eyes were making him forget his own name. Subconsciously he straightened out his suit, which surprised him because usually he didn't care about appearances.
She wanted so much to excuse herself so she could make a run for the door and attempt to breathe again, but moving was impossible. Oh and that smile of his? Her heart was doing flips and her brain was in red alert. She could tell he had really soft hands and he had a small faded cut right above his eyebrow. She smoothed her hands over her dress and very shakily folded them onto her lap.
They both didn't know that the next word that was to be spoken, was about to change the both of their lives forever. More smiles were to come after it and butterflies were to be felt in the both of their stomachs. This was the moment he knew he was in love. This was the moment she was sure he was the one. It was a fairy tale in the making and it all started with her lovely voice uttering out one single word...
I never said it was going to be easy, I just said that it can only take one word. That is, if you're even able to speak.
Have a gret evening,
When I say I’m a Christian, I’m not shouting I’m clean livin’. I’m whispering I was lost, now I’m found. When I say I am a Christian, I don’t speak of this with pride. I’m confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide. When I say I am a Christian, I’m not trying to be strong. I’m professing that I’m weak and need His strength to carry on. When I say I am a Christian, I’m not bragging of success. I’m admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess. When I say I am a Christian, I’m not claiming to be perfect, my flaws are far too visible, but God believes I’m worth it. When I say I am a Christian, I still feel the sting of pain. I have my share of heartaches so I call upon His name. When I say I am a Christian, I am not holier than thou, I was just a simple sinner who received God’s good grace, somehow.
When I read this, I think about all of the mistakes that I've made in my life. I think about how sometimes I'm just not able to keep my head up because of how tired I am spiritually. I think about all my weaknesses and everything that I've been through in these past eighteen years that I've been on this earth. All the trials and sufferings that I've endured, and all the tears I have shed always leave a haunting memory. I've been through more than any child or teenager should have to go through. I've cried a lot and have felt as if there was nothing in this universe that could alleviate my pain. I've been scared to the point of no return. I've been there.
However, there is only one that has always been there for me. He has seen each and every tear that has fallen from my eye. He was the one whose arms were wrapped around me, and protected me from the evil that is in this world. Whenever I feel like crying, I cry to Him alone because I know he hears my prayers. He knows what's in my heart. He knows what I'm going through and even though I'm incredibly broken, He has still blessed me so abundantly. I thank God each and every day for both the good and the bad because He does everything for a reason. He has a plan for each and every one of us. God is truly astounding in every way.
I just had a feeling that I should write this. There are many people out there in this world that don't know God personally. They don't know Him for many different reasons. Whether they have different beliefs or just don't think He exists, they just don't believe. I know how it is personally, I didn't want to believe in God either because of all the problems that were going on around me. Whether you believe in Him or not, there is one thing you should know. He loves you. He always will. He's looking down upon you right now and smiling, and He wants you to come to Him. God is so good and so merciful. Whatever you may be going through, bring it to His attention. He can help you. Have faith in Him. I'm keeping you all in my prayers. Here's a thought to leave you with.
Be strong and of good courage, do not fear nor be afraid of them; for the Lord your God, He is the One who goes with you. He will not leave you nor forsake you. ~ Deuteronomy 31:6
Hello my dear blog readers. I hope you all had a wonderful day filled with excitement and happiness as far as the eye can see. Sunday's always seem to be one of the funnest days of the week since one mostly relaxes. You get to catch up on your favorite TV show, read a book, play fetch with your dog, all those fun activities. In my case though, you can be sick and on medication which leads to writing something completely ridiculous and not remembering. I found it right after I woke up. If any of you are having a bad day, I hope this makes you giggle. If it doesn't, well then I promise I'm not insane and/or usually like this. At least not all the time.
I'm sick, yet again. This is rather depressing due to the fact that I haven't been sick in over three months. That is an all time record (at least I think it is, don't take my word for it). For the past three days I have been living off of tea, orange juice, air heads, and toast. Not the healthiest combination when all put together but when separated, taste much better and the carbs are spread out. Actually no, they aren't because they still all go down either way. Nonetheless! Air heads are fantastically amazing because they turn your tongue different colors. They also taste like rainbows and unicorns. I give a virtual hug to whomever created them.
This medication I'm taking is really disgusting. Has the person who created this actually tried it? My goodness. I bet he doesn't have a soul. Why would someone create something so disgusting? Sure, I mean it is to alleviate coughing, sneezing, mucusey stuff from keeping you sick and disposing it from your body, but gross. Especially the licorice flavored syrup. That's like committing suicide if you take that. I'd give you about two hours tops to live.
One of my birthday balloons is sad. I don't know why it's getting all droopy. I don't remember offending it in any way or calling it bad names. I've been nice. I'm a nice person. Well, at least I think I'm a nice person. I hope I'm nice. I'm nice, right? You don't need to answer that, rhetorical question. Maybe my balloon drank some licorice flavored syrup. That would explain it. Or maybe it just got done watching A Walk To Remember. Sad movie. Makes me cry every time I watch it. Ker-plunk.
Man do I hate those chihuahuas next door. I never did anything to irritate them and all of a sudden they want to murder me with their sharp little teeth. I fear them like there is no tomorrow. Why do they stalk me to the mailbox and back? I need to start making cat sounds at them. Or mooing. That would confuse them even more. Mooooooooo. I'm tired. Good nighteroon (afternoon and night put together) (because yeah).
Thankfully, I have awakened from my apparent stage of oddness and am on the road to recovery ever so slowly. I hope you all like what I've previously been writing. There also might be more to come? Yes? Possibly. Who knows.
Sweet dreams world,
The children were still sound asleep in their beds. You could hear their slow, gentle breathing as they were dreaming the rest of the night away. They grinned as they glided along through their wondrous adventures and said their farewells to whomever was with them. Hats were being tipped and curtsy's were made. Every once in a while you could see a tear rolling down ones cheek as the dream ended, afraid to venture back out into reality. However, it had to be done. Soon groggy eyes were going to begin opening and the blankets were to be tugged under the chin. Tired, but ready for the day ahead.
Parents are already downstairs, awake long ago. Mother is making breakfast in the kitchen with a song upon her lips. Her delicate voice is not to loud, yet just high enough for the waking children to hear it. Even when she is long gone, they will still be able to hear her voice emanating in their memories. Father is sitting in his rocking chair, reading the paper. He takes a sip of his coffee and slowly turns the page. You could hear the bacon sizzling, making it's own musical chorus throughout the house. The toaster makes a popping sound, it's work done. Pancakes are being flipped and orange juice is poured into colorful glasses that would brighten anyone's day. The atmosphere is joyous and wonderful.
This is nature's cue to begin its everyday process. The grass is covered in a wonderful blanket of dew, as if someone sprinkled it by hand on each individual blade. There is a slight breeze that lightly shifts the trees from side to side, letting them stretch their trunks and ruffle their leaves. The flowers then fully open their beautiful petals and let their sweet aroma waft anyone that passes by, automatically putting a smile on their face. The birds slowly look out from their nest and blink repeatedly. They shiver a little and puff up their feathers, the breeze is a tad to chilly for them. The sun, still yawning and slowly creeping out onto the horizon, sweeps it's rays over the earth and let's it's warmth engulf everything it encounters. It's beautiful colors paint the sky.
It is morning.
Have a wonderful day,
Here I am, hugging Roger and drinking a huge cup of spearmint tea while listening to Mat Kearney's new album "Young Love". Which, if I do say so myself, is pretty darn amazing. A typical night. That's all that it is. However, it isn't.
Somewhere in this world, there's a boy and a girl on their first date. They're strolling along through the park and the lights are dimly lit. She looks like an angel in that lighting and his grin could make any girl faint. He's so nervous he's shaking and she's slowly falling in love with him even though he doesn't realize it. He's afraid to speak because he feels as if he's going to say the wrong thing. She's trying not to make eye contact with him because she will never be able to look away. They're both perfect for each other. She holds his hand and he smiles as his stomach fills with butterflies.
Somewhere else there's a poor little boy, with holes going throughout his clothes and his sandals are duct taped together. He's never known what it feels like to eat a full meal and to have a comfy bed to sleep in. His parents just passed away and he has no home. He feels lost and the only remembrance he has of them is a dirty old photo that's stuff a patched up pocket. He has tears in his eyes and a prayer in his heart. He's wondering if anyone else in this world will ever be there for him.
In another town not to far away, there's a girl who is hiding in her room. She also has tears in her eyes but her parents haven't passed away. They're at it again and she's hears something being thrown across the room. It crashes against the wall and she pushes herself more into the corner, scared for her life. The screams coming from downstairs are getting louder and she wishes she could just disappear. All she's ever wanted is for someone to love her. She wanted a caring family.
Take a plane and a cab ride to your corner pizza place and there's an artist living above it in a dingy apartment and barely making ends meet. Bills are scattered across the table, the city lights are blaring in, and the neighbors just can't seem to turn down their TV. He doesn't care though. He has a smile on his face and is painting the sunset, filling himself with a form of happiness that some people live a lifetime searching for. It took a long time for him to get to this point in his life. This is his dream. He's finally free.
No night is a ordinary night, although it may seem like it. Some people are hurting and others are living carefree. Nonetheless, all of us are searching to become something. We want to achieve what is in our hearts. We want to live.