Showing posts with label Thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thoughts. Show all posts

Thursday, May 30, 2013

rainbows

(The words below were written for the first blog post I ever did. The pictures were taken just a few days ago.) 

I read something the other day that made me stop and think. "Rainbows are made out of sun and rain." (Passion and Purity by Elisabeth Elliot) In my opinion, rainbows are the most beautiful thing in the world. Since I was little, they have enthralled me. But I have never stopped to think about the fact that they wouldn't be there unless there was rain.

I have experienced some rain in my life. Rain comes in so many different forms. To some people, my rain may seem like a light drizzle. But the truth of the matter is, when you are in the storm, to you it feels like a tornado no matter what.  There have been so many times that I have wished the rain would just pass me by. That the sunshine would just come to stay. But if there was no rain, how would there be a rainbow?

Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain.

Monday, May 27, 2013

the cost of freedom is buried in the ground

Today is Memorial Day. A day that most people think means BBQs and big get togethers and the beginning of summer.

But that is not the meaning of this day.

Memorial Day is a day to remember our fallen heroes. A day to remember that dad who will never see his little girl get married. A day to remember that cousin who will never get to meet the newest member of the family. A day to remember that wife who will never get to kiss her husband again. A day to remember that sister who will never get to tease her brother again. A day to remember that mom who will never get to hug her son again.

All gave some and some gave all
And some stood through for the red, white and blue
And some had to fall
And if you ever think of me
Think of all your liberties and recall
Some gave all

I hate to admit it, but I used to kind of ignore military stuff. I felt like it didn't affect me. Yeah, my Dad, Gramps, and Uncle had all been in the military, but it was a long time ago. But then my big brother/best friend told me he was going to join the United States Marine Corps. And suddenly it was all so close to my heart.
My brother Matthew and dad Eric at Matt's graduation
from Officer Candidate School, Quantico VA. summer 2012. 
Now? I can't see a picture of a homecoming or hear a song related to the military without tearing up. Now it is personal. No longer is it someone else's brother. It is my brother.

So I would like to make a simple request of you today. Please take a minute the whole day and remember why we celebrate Memorial Day. Forget about the hot dogs and the sunscreen and remember the wife who is without her husband today. Remember the children who have to say goodbye.

And make sure that you thank our service men, women and their families. If you don't see any today, make a phone call. Post on Facebook. Write about it on your blog. Do whatever you have to do to let those heroes know how much you appreciate their sacrifices.

Because while to you it may just be a casket with a flag draped over it, to the man holding the folded up flag it is his little boy.

The Sergeant hands him the flag
After the prayer
The Honor Guard fires 21 rounds 
Up in the air
The sound of Taps brings a tear to all of us
But his dad will always see him as he was

A little boy in a uniform
Five years old in the back yard 
Playing war
Dreaming of everything he could be
In this land of the free
Just like his old man
Did back in Vietnam
He was gonna be a hero for sure
That little boy in a uniform

To my father who served in the Navy, thank you. To my grandfather who served in the Army, thank you. To my brother who is joining the Marine Corps, thank you. To my uncle who served in the Navy, thank you. To Tom Mask, Gene Brazel, Derrick Staffenson, Mason Acheson and all the other military men and women out there, thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are the real superheroes.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

living life

Sometimes it feels like I am waiting for my life to start. It feels like once I graduate from college, or get married, my life will really begin. 

But I realized something the other day. My life started over 18 years ago. And I need to start living like it. I don't want to just sit around and wait for something to happen, I want to go out and make something happen. 

I want to live like there's no tomorrow and love like I'm on borrowed time.    

I think this realization came about because of my graduation. I have stepped into a new chapter of my life and while that is exciting, it is also scary. Because now I am an adult, making (for the most part) my own decisions. And in case you haven't experienced it yet, or have forgotten, I am here to tell you that growing up is scary. 

I don't want to have any regrets when I'm an old woman. I want to live my life to the very fullest extent that I can. I don't want to be so busy making a life for myself or dreaming about things that will probably never happen that time passes by without me noticing. 

Every day that I wake, every breath that I take you've given 
So right here, right now
While the sun is shining down
I wanna live like there's no tomorrow
Love like I'm on borrowed time
It's good to be alive

Sunday, April 7, 2013

47 things that I was thankful for this week

(4-2-13)
  1. Assignments that load onto Converge
  2. Simple makeup
  3. That early morning feel
  4. A clean dog
  5. Workout clothes
  6. Not feeling stressed out
  7. Blue sky
  8. Sunshine
  9. Running hills
  10. Yummy salads
  11. Good books

(4-3-13)
    1. Oatmeal
    2. Sore Muscles
    3. Smooth Jazz
    4. Completing six 1/4 mile sprints without dying
    5. Good books
    6. Dandelions
    7. Milk
    8. An amazing brother

    (4-4-13)
      1. Spending time with my friend
      2. Water
      3. Duck dynasty
      4. Chocolate
      5. Fitness apps
      6. Classes that get canceled

      (4-5-13)
        1. Peanut butter
        2. Checking things off my list
        3. Cherry blossoms
        4. Walking and talking with my cousin's wife
        5. Broccoli 

        (4-6-13)
        1. New hair care products
        2. Finding the perfect birthday present for my friend
        3. Glitter
        4. Mascara
        5. Laughter
        6. Surprise birthday parties
        7. Hugs
        8. Games
        9. Late nights

        (4-7-13)
        1. Coffee
        2. Cousins
        3. Teasing
        4. Family
        5. Instagram
        6. Red fingernails
        7. Rain
        8. Chocolate

        Wednesday, March 27, 2013

        21 things I am thankful for today

            

        1. hot pink toenails
        2. sunshine
        3. lush green grass
        4. Sabrina's brown eyes
        5. daffodils
        6. spring beauties
        7. dandelions
        8. daisies
        9. soft golden fur
        10. pouring rain
        11. thunder
        12. grandparents
        13. silly cats
        14. chocolate
        15. running
        16. blisters
        17. the feeling of being clean
        18. flip-flops
        19. sleeveless t-shirts
        20. blue skies
        21. white, fluffy clouds

        Wednesday, February 20, 2013

        the $24.95 box and what it taught me

        I still remember the first time I saw it. Sitting there on the shelf, just begging me to play with it. It was the coolest thing e.v.e.r. My brother and I decided that we just had to have it. We immediately asked Mom if she would buy it for us. I honestly don't remember if I was surprise at her answer, but I do think I was a little bit disappointed. She had said no. She told us that if we wanted it, we would have to work for it and buy it with our own money.

        At the time, it seemed like we would never, ever, ever get enough money to buy it. But did that stop us from trying? You bet your bottom dollar it didn't. (yeah I know, horrible pun) I don't remember much about the process of saving for it. I don't remember how we earned the money. But I do remember that we worked together. And I do remember that it seemed to take for--ev--er to earn enough money to buy it. Maybe it was only a week. Maybe it was a month. But for us, it seemed like years.

        Finally the day came. I'm pretty sure it was a Saturday. We made a special trip into town to get it. I remember sitting in the car, counting up pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters. (No joke.) I remember us handing over the money and finally getting to hold the box. Oh the sense of accomplishment! Oh the sense of pride! Folks, that may have been one of the greatest moments of my childhood. Why? I will tell you why.

        It wasn't about the box, or what was in the box. It wasn't about the fact that we were getting something new. It was about the fact that we had done it all by ourselves. Could our parents have afforded to buy that for us? Probably. If they would have though, would it have helped give us a good work ethic? Absolutely not.


        Folks, while I remember playing with it after we bought it, it honestly wasn't our favorite toy. What I remember most about it was the fact that my brother and I had to work for it. It wasn't handed to us on a silver platter. It wasn't even handed to us on a dirty, wooden platter. We had to work for us. At that young age, my parents were instilling a great work ethic into us.


        Of all my childhood memories, this one always stands out to me. Whenever I see the box sitting there with the other toys, fond memories come flooding back and I get that same sense of pride as when I first held it in my arms. Throughout my life, I have had to pay for a lot of stuff that most kids don't have to pay for. Clothes, cell phone, car insurance, etc, etc. And while it hasn't always been easy (at times it is down right hard), I think it has been worth it. I take better care of my stuff this way, because I am the one who had to work to get it. And I have a sense of pride and satisfaction that I wouldn't have if it had just been given to me. It has also taught me how to handle money with common sense that isn't so common anymore.


        I would like to say two things. The first thing is to parents. Please don't be afraid to make your kids work for stuff, even at a very young age. Society will thank you for this, and so will your kids. The second thing is to kids. Don't hold it against your parents if they make you work for your own stuff. It will make you a better person if you have to sweat a little for something you want. Trust me on this. 

        Thursday, February 14, 2013

        because He first loved us

        I will admit that I was feeling a bit grinch-ish toward Valentine's Day this year. Going to a public school (okay, it's actually a private school, but it's more public than any school I have ever been in!) and seeing all the couples, etc. can definitely make a girl start asking what the matter is with her. But then I got to thinking. I am glad I don't have a boyfriend. I'm not just saying that so some guy will read this and go "I am going to rescue her from the pit of singleness!" And I'm not just saying that because it's the popular thing to do in the Christian circle when you don't have a boyfriend/girlfriend. You know, the whole "there-is-someone-out-there-for-me-who-is-more-wonderful-then-all-my-dreams-and-I-am-waiting-patiently-for-him/her." Right now, I am honestly happy that I don't have to deal with a relationship. Not saying that a relationship would/will be all bad, but relationships with people take a lot of work.

        So then, you ask, why were you feeling all grinch-ish?? Because to me, and I think a lot of other people, the first thing that comes to mind when they hear the word "Valentine's Day" is romance. As in, mushy, gushy, candle light dinners with your Prince Charming or Cinderella. And it feels like without that romance, Valentine's Day has no point. And then I remembered.

        "we love because he first loved us"
        1 John 4:19

        Valentine's Day isn't about romantic love. Valentine's Day is about love, period. And the reason that we can love, is because He loved us first. You know when you're a kid, and you get into trouble and you always try to blame it on your brother by saying the famous words "he started it!"? Yeah well, God started this one. He started love. 

        I love so many things. My mom. My dad. My sister. My brother and his wife. My broskie (for those of you who don't know, that's what I call my one brother). My grandparents. My uncles. My aunts. My cousins. My cousins' spouses. My cousins' kids. My best friends. God. Sunshine. My dog. Chocolate. Cats. Cows. Horses. Working out. Hugs. Stilettos. Makeup. Photography. Driving tractors. Mud. Coffee. Rainbows. And the list goes on and on and on and on. 

        I need to change my attitude about this day. I need to love this day because first of all, God gave it to us. And second of all, because God made love. And third of all, because I have a list about 500 miles long of things that I love. 

        So what is this (very happy) single person going to do on this day of love? I am going to do some of my favorite things today. Some of the things I love. I am going to hang out with people that I love. And I am going to love life. 

        Why? Because He first loved us. That's why. 

        Friday, February 8, 2013

        Running. It's a Privilege.

        Today, I went out and ran somewhere between a mile, and a mile and a half. It was beautiful. I wasn't planning to workout today. But the sun was shining, and I was just in the mood to run! And so I did. I told myself that I had to run at least a mile. And I did. 

        The last half mile wasn't really easy. I kinda had to talk myself into finishing, but I did it. 

        It was such a great feeling. (Okay, the cool down wasn't so wonderful cause I felt like passing out, but hey! in my mind, that just means I had a good workout) The rest of the afternoon and evening I just felt strong and happy, happy, happy!  I kinda want to go for a run again tomorrow! 

        (something to make you laugh)

        Someday I may not be able to run. Someday I may be to old to run. Someday I may have a disease that prevents me from running. Someday I may have an injury that prevents me from running. Someday something may happen that makes it so that I can't run. But ya know what? Today is not that day. Today I can walk out the door and go for a mile run even though I haven't run in weeks. And for me, that is a huge blessing. A blessing that I often times forget about. So today, I am going to take advantage of the fact that I have an incredibly healthy body that I can push beyond my wildest dreams. 

        And ya know what? You should too. It doesn't have to be anything huge. In fact, maybe it is just walking a mile. But take advantage of that fact that you are healthy! "But," you say, "I'm not healthy!" 
        Then start to get healthy. Cut soda out of you diet. Do you have any idea what that might do for you?? If you don't drink soda, cut something else out! Like chips, or maybe desserts. Or, you could add something in. Like drinking 70 oz of water everyday. Or eating a serving of veggies at each meal. Whatever it is, start today. Make a change. 

        Friday, January 25, 2013

        Five Minute Friday: Again

        I was fighting back tears. Tears of sadness. Tears of pride. Tears for the lonely days that I knew would come. But I didn't let them out. I had to be strong for him. Because I knew that the next six weeks would be the hardest weeks he would ever go through. But in the days to follow, I let the tears out. It wasn't enough that he was clear across the country from me, I also didn't get to talk to him more than a handful of times. It was like a part of me was missing. This man who has been there for me for my whole life. This man who I look up to like no one else. This man who is my brother. This man who is selflessly willing to fight for our freedom. That day that he left was horrible. And so were a lot of the days that followed. And I know it's coming again. And in a few very short years, he will leave again, not for the other side of the country, but for the other side of the world. And I will fight back tears and keep my chin up again.

        For Lisa-Jo Baker's Five Minute Friday

        Tuesday, January 22, 2013

        5 reasons why I workout

        It happens often as I am getting ready for another workout. That nagging voice saying, why do you workout?

        It sometimes even happens as I am walking away from a workout. Especially if it has been a bad one (aka, I didn't do enough/didn't push myself hard enough/wasn't feeling good/etc). Why do you workout? 

        Why do you workout? It's painful. You get sweaty and stinky. Results take a long time in coming. It's hard. It takes to much time. Blah, blah, blah. 

        I have several reasons why I workout. And when I start hearing that nagging voice, I have to remember them.

        Number one is that I like feeling strong. If you know me, or anything about me, you will know that I admire strength. Physical and mental. I wrote a post about strong women a little while ago. Any weakness, in me or anybody else, makes me want to puke.


        Number two is that I know it is good for me. Just like all families, mine is not without its health problems. Thankfully, I still have both sets of grandparents (and all my uncles, aunts, and cousins). All four of my grandparents have been a huge influence on my life, and I know that I would not be the person that I am today if I didn't have them. (I am picking on them because a lot of times grandparents are the first to die). So the moral if that little story is that I want to be there for my grand kids someday. And I don't want them to remember me as a shriveled up old lady with the white hair who sat in a chair in a smelly room in a nursing home. So, I workout to keep my heart (and everything else) healthy.


        Number three is that I like how working out makes me feel. When I workout, I sleep better, and so therefore, I do better. Aka, I am not as grouchy. And I also really like that sore feeling that you get the day after a good workout. Call me weird, but it's true.

        Number four is that I am competitive. Very competitive. If my best friend can do 15 push-ups, I have to do 16. It's just how I work.

        Number five is that working out is a great way to let off steam. It's true. Next time you are all worked up about something, try doing 50 jumping jacks, 25 squats, 25 bicycle crunches, and 15 push-ups. I guarantee it will help.

        So that is my list of the reasons why I workout. I don't know what yours are, but I would encourage you to think about it.

        Tuesday, January 8, 2013

        Strong Women

        I love strong women. They are my heroes. Weak women make me wanna puke. But that is not what this post is about, so I won't dwell on that. 

        Elisabeth Elliot is strong. Her book Passion and Purity made that very clear to me. She is my hero.

        Bethany Hamilton is strong. Like, really strong. This girl is a HUGE inspiration to me. 
        If you don't know her story you need to go read it. 

        Debbie McDonald is just cool. 'Nuff said.

        If you don't know who she is, you have no life. (Just kidding. Maybe.)

        The lady on the right is my mom (who I will talk about in a second). The lady on the left is Candy.
        She is kinda like another mother. I grew up about a one minute walk from her house.
        If I had to use two words to describe Candy, I would pick joyful, and strong.
        She has been battling cancer for 2 years. And by battling, I mean an all out war. Candy is my hero.



        I personally come from a long line of strong women. They are all my heroes.

        My mom's mom. Talk about a strong lady. She goes out and walks several miles on our dead end road like every day. And when I say walk, I mean like speed walk. I have to practically run to keep up with her!

        My dad's mom. She married that guy on the left after knowing him for 3 weeks. And 50 years later, they are still married. If you know my Gramps, you know what an amazing feat that is.

        My mom. I have no idea how she does all that she does. She is amazing. And incredibly strong. A weaker woman would have cracked a long time ago. But my mom? Uh huh. 

        I have so many other women in my life who are strong. My sister. Ever single one of my girl cousins. My aunts. My two best friends. (I actually have 3 best friends, but one of them was already counted cause she is also my cousin.) I love all these women. They inspire me. They make me into a better person. They challenge me.
        And someday, I hope to be just like them.



        Sunday, December 30, 2012

        Joy


        Do you ever feel like if one more thing in your life goes wrong, you will blow up?

        Do you ever feel like punching somebody in the nose even though they didn't do anything, but just because you are having a bad day?

        Do you ever feel like it's not just your day that is going bad, but your entire life?

        Do you ever feel like everything is just spinning out of your control?

        I heard something on the radio a while back. The announcer and his guest were talking about how in the Bible, it talks about shouting for joy. Now I don't know about you, but when I am in pain I normally shout with pain, not for pain. So maybe what God is trying to tell us is that we need to be searching for joy. Shouting for joy.

        I think that joy is a choice. No, it's not an easy choice, but it is a choice. There will always be times in your life that it's gonna be seemingly impossible to choose joy. Times that it seems like nothing good is happening in your life at all. Times when maybe some things are going well, but there is something that makes those good things hard to see.

        But even during those times, you can still choose joy. You can still find things in your life that are good. Things that will make you joyful if you focus on them. Maybe it's something as simple as a flower growing through a crack in the sidewalk. Or a stranger's smile. Or maybe it's something bigger like the fact that you have a God who loves you beyond anything you could ever imagine.

        I'm not saying you have to ignore a problem, but you don't need to dwell on it. I think most of the time, we focus on the bad things and occasionally think about the good things. Instead, we need to be focused on the good things, and occasionally think about the bad things.

        The moral of this story is that joy is a choice. So today, I'm challenging you to choose joy.

        Friday, November 30, 2012

        Manna.

        I have been thinking about manna recently. God didn't give the Israelites manna for a year, a month, or even a week. He gave them manna for each day, every single day. He provided for them. He didn't always give them what they wanted, but He always gave them what they needed. It's the same way for us.

        Yesterday morning, I woke up thinking that I was going to spend the whole day at home doing school and just helping my mom. But God dropped two jobs in my lap and I spent most of the day away from home. I felt so blessed. Yes, one of those jobs included cleaning somebody else's toilet, but ya know what? I didn't mind.

        Some days the manna comes in the form of grace, peace, or an extra job. But the point is, it always comes. I don't think it ever looks the way we think it will, but that is part of the beauty of it.

        What kind of manna has the Lord been sending your way?

        Monday, November 19, 2012

        Pet Peeves

        I have quite a few pet peeves, but I think my biggest one is when people say things like "you shouldn't say that cause we're at church!". Or, "don't do that cause we're at youth group!". Because of course that is the only place that God ever sees us or hears us. At a church related event. (in cause you didn't catch it, that was sarcasm) Which brings us to a whole different conversation that I won't go into right now. (what is church?)

        Do people really believe that God only sees us when we are at the building referred to as church? Are people trying to put on an act to make it seem like they are walking a Christian life? Are they not wanting to shock God (can you shock God?) by saying a swear word in church? Or are they not wanting to shock the people around them? What goes through their minds when they make comments like these? Does this bother other people, or am I the only one?

        Friday, November 16, 2012

        Rainbows.

        I read something the other day that made me stop and think. "Rainbows are made out of sun and rain." (Passion and Purity by Elisabeth Elliot) In my opinion, rainbows are the most beautiful thing in the world. Since I was little, they have enthralled me. But I have never stopped to think about the fact that they wouldn't be there unless there was rain.

        I have experienced some rain in my life. Rain comes in so many different forms. To some people, my rain may seem like a light drizzle. But the truth of the matter is, when you are in the storm, to you it feels like a tornado no matter what.  There have been so many times that I have wished the rain would just pass me by. That the sunshine would just come to stay. But if there was no rain, how would there be a rainbow?

        Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain.