Stable without horses
“It’s definitely one of those days. But that’s okay. Those are allowed to come around every once in a while.”
On weddings.
My future groom better have a lot of friends and/or brothers. And no sisters. Cause pretty sure I’m going to have like eleven bridesmaids.
Wolves in Sheeps’ Clothing.
I love when prayers get answered. It hurts this time, but it’s worth the pain.
“The thief comes only in order to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have and enjoy life, and have it in abundance (to the full, till it overflows).” John 10:10 Amplified.
Creativity.
I think of myself as an artist. It’s a little difficult to be considered an artist when you have absolutely no talent for drawing, painting, sculpting, or even writing, but that only means that I have to be an especially creative artist.
Most often, I express my creativity through acquiring beautiful things and arranging them in lovely ways. I have a very low tolerance for ugly. I literally spend hours in Goodwill sifting through many, many items that were created in poor taste, searching for the one beautiful item I think I’m meant to buy that day.
I wish I were someone who could take ugly items and make them beautiful. Perhaps I do so with space. I suppose it’s possible that my decorating is actually pleasing to others…that I have taken a plain space and turned it into one that is at least comfortable.
It seems possible to express creativity in interactions with others, as well. I adore buying and giving gifts. That always feels like a creative endeavor to me.
It feels creative to put the convertible top down on a hot day, tie my hair back, put on a scarf and drive.
I am a mediocre piano and guitar player, but playing has never been about passing or failing. It’s about something entirely different, something almost indescribable, transcendent. My dad used to say that every song I chose to try to play made tears well up in his eyes even if I played the chords too slow to decipher the melody.
Miracles.
Last night, my baby sister and two of her friends were making a 2.5 hour drive down from the mountains when it started raining, and they hydroplaned. They spun around on the interstate and then the car rolled over TEN times. Lives have been lost from so much less.
Several witnesses stopped and said they were surprised that the kids were up and walking; the accident looked so deadly. One man said he thought he was going to be stopping to try to resuscitate severely battered victims.
Mary said that she didn’t move at ALL the entire time because the seatbelt held her in so securely. She was in the seat behind the driver.
The friend who was driving the car was okay even though the driver air bag didn’t come out for him. The passenger air bag did deploy, and Taylor, who was in the front seat, is in pain but mostly okay.
They were taken to the hospital and checked for internal injuries. The tests came out normal.
The car looks surprisingly good for having rolled ten times. It landed upright and everyone was able to open the doors and get out.
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This is my car… my Honda Civic that we bought specifically for safety reasons. Look how well it protected its passengers! I’m so proud. So grateful. Mary and I switched cars for the day (just in case something happened…), and if she would have gotten into this accident in her convertible-top VW bug, the outcome may have been very different.
I just don’t know how they didn’t get hit by anyone else when they spun out.
Things like this are so weird when the people involved survive. It almost sounds cheesy and trite to recount the details and say “I can’t believe they survived.” But in this case, I just can’t help thinking how miraculous it is.
God had his hand on these beautiful ones. He gives and takes away, but in this case, he decided that he wanted them to stay with us. Not sure why they stayed and others havent, but I can only believe that he does all in love. All in good purpose.
My eyes have been tiny fountains of tears for pretty much the last 15 hours straight. I think it’s hormonal. It’s not annoying in the least, though. I haven’t cried in months. It’s a relief.
"It’s my belief that pride is the chief cause of the decline in the number of husbands and wives."
-“Husbands and Wives,” Brooks and Dunn
Taken by Emmanuel Coupe
“This image was taken in winter time in a arid area of the Canadian Rockies. Temperatures where below -30 degrees Celsius yet because there was no snow fall the surface of the lake was uncovered allowing me to see and capture the bubbles (gas release from lake bed) that were trapped in the frozen waters.”
"I don’t want to leave him. Please, Lord, if you don’t want us to be together, could you make him leave me? Please, Lord. Please. If it’s your will, please make it happen."
-My Journal, Date Unknown, 2010.Prescription for contentment:
- Never allow yourself to complain about anything—not even the weather.
- Never picture yourself in any other circumstances or someplace else.
- Never compare your lot with another’s.
- Never allow yourself to wish this or that had been otherwise.
- Never dwell on tomorrow—remember that [tomorrow] is God’s, not ours.
“Most of us base our contentment on our circumstances, on our feelings, or on other people. However, true contentment is separate from our circumstances. Contentment is a state of the heart, not a state of affairs.”
-Calm My Anxious Heart, Linda Dillow
Love.
I want to be beautiful
Make you stand in awe
Look inside my heart,
and be amazed
I want to hear you say
Who I am is quite enough
Just want to be worthy of love
And beautiful
I was so unique
Now I feel skin deep
I count on the make-up to cover it all
Crying myself to sleep cause I cannot keep their attention
I thought I could be strong
But it’s killing me
Does someone hear my cry?
I’m dying for new life
I want to be beautiful
Make you stand in awe
Look inside my heart,
and be amazed
I want to hear you say
Who I am is quite enough
Just want to be worthy of love
And beautiful
Sometimes I wish I was someone other than me
Fighting to make the mirror happy
Trying to find whatever is missing
Won’t you help me back to glory
I want to be beautiful
Make you stand in awe
Look inside my heart,
and be amazed
I want to hear you say
Who I am is quite enough
Just want to be worthy of love
And beautiful
You make me beautiful
You make me stand in awe
You step inside my heart, and I am amazed
I love to hear You say
Who I am is quite enough
You make me worthy of love and beautiful
“Beautiful,” Bethany Dillon
Ten minutes in the mind of me.
First of all, the sheet/wall situation has been fixed. Bought another sheet and scrunched the tops to make it look like curtains. Pictures later.
The book I’m reading is narrated by a lady with dementia. You have to be a gifted author to make all of the jumping around that occurs in the mind of a dementia patient readable. It is readable, though. It’s exactly my taste. Love it.
I want more lace. Maybe not. There’s definitely such a thing as too much lace.
I bought two pillows from Goodwill, and they’re perfect. I love when that happens. These pillows make my life happier. They make my naps happier; they make my homework happier; they make my room happier…see? Goodwill is a great place.
I need lightbulbs. I don’t want to spend money on lightbulbs.
If I was given $1,000,000 tomorrow, the first thing I’d buy would be…yeah, it’d totally be lightbulbs. Then maybe a pretty couch.
Also re-reading a book about introverts, “The Introvert Advantage.” It’s great. I forget that I’m allowed to move more slowly than other people. It’s nice to be reminded that I’m not a freak.
The End.
