Sweet May

In This Skin

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 05:16:00 +0000

The older I get, the more anchored I am.

Many of my younger years were spent figuring out who I am, as opposed to who I should be or who I wanted to be. Unfortunately for me, those three people were not the same.

One small part of my story sticks out in my memory. Freckles. For the longest time, freckles were the bane of my existence. (Tough life, right?)

They were noticeable enough on a normal day. Summertime was a disaster. A minute bit of sunlight only acted as a freckle-enhancing agent. There was not enough makeup in the world to cover up the spots blanketing my face. And God knows I tried. In all of my teenage angst, I tried and tried to rid myself of the dreaded spots.

Now that I've aged considerably, however, they don't bother me. Sure...it would be nice if they didn't overwhelm my face when the weather warms. I would also like to have thicker, shinier hair and a much smaller waist. But I'm learning that none of that truly matters. Ultimately, those things will have no effect on the outcome of my existence.

I am "God's masterpiece." He has created me to do the things He had planned long ago. He has created me for a higher purpose. He has created YOU for a higher purpose.

It took a long time, but I finally understand that I am loved, adored, and cherished by God. He knows the (diminishing) number of hairs on my head, the (growing) number of freckles on my face, and the secrets of my heart. AND HE LOVES ME JUST THE SAME.

That is what makes me comfortable in my skin.

Dreamer

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 07 Sep 2011 01:24:00 +0000

You may think I'm a dreamer.

I've flown across London with Peter and Wendy.

I've lived recklessly with Daisy and Gatsby.

I've traipsed the moors with the Brontes.

I've had tea with white rabbits and mad hatters.

I've watched discrimination unfold with Scout and Jem.

I've ridden a sad train with Anna Karenina.

I've waited for love with the Bennett sisters.

I've been taught to rule by Machiavelli.

I've struggled to breathe with Esther Greenwood.

I've sailed the seas with Captain Aubrey.

I've had an awakening with Edna.

I've reflected on duty and dignity with English butlers.

I've walked a long, yellow-brick road.

I've grown up with Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

I've traveled to Narnia and back again.

You may think I'm a dreamer.

I am.

When I'm really into a novel, I'm seeing the world differently during that time—not just for the hour or so in the day when I get to read. I'm actually walking around in a bit of a haze, spellbound by the book and looking at everything through a different prism.

-Colin Firth

It's In the Air

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 05 Sep 2011 21:56:00 +0000

Take a deep breath.

Do you smell it?

Do you see it?

Do you feel it?

It's fall. It's coming.

I woke this morning, and I felt fall for the first time this year. Something about the light coming through my bedroom window sent waves of happiness through me. Each year, I can tell how close autumn is by the sunlight. Slightly imperceptible changes they may be, but I see them.

I'm sure there is some kind of methodical, scientific explanation to describe the changes of the light, like Earth's rotations and revolutions, and the tilt of its axis. None of it matters.

What matters is that fall is near, and I can feel it in the air.

Tragic Talent

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 28 Jul 2011 21:42:00 +0000

This week, one of Mama Kat's writing prompts asked for my reaction to the death of Amy Winehouse. I wasn't going to go there...until I saw an overwhelming amount of rather unsympathetic posts. Now here we are.
*sigh*

Death is sad, plain and simple. It doesn't matter who or where. Last week, I saw several posts on Facebook and other social media announcing the death of Amy Winehouse. Then I saw more posts of a more judgmental nature. (Those of you who know me will know that those never go over well with me.)

Let's just be honest, shall we? We all know that Ms. Winehouse was a talented but troubled woman at best and a weak, indulgent child at worst.

Whether you like it or not, the woman had talent.

Yes, I know that people die every day. There are tragedies all over the world.

But for some people, the death of a celebrity is a big deal. I completely understand that Amy essentially dug her own grave, but that doesn't mean we should be unsympathetic. That doesn't mean no one should mourn. That doesn't make her death any less heartbreaking.

I'll admit I've been a fan for a long time; I first heard Amy Winehouse in my first year of college. Her voice immediately struck a chord with me. The raw emotion of her music was amazing. She was the kind of musician who could make the audience feel. And quite frankly, there aren't many artists like that in our world of cookie-cutter "musicians."

She was eccentric; she was destructive. She was HUMAN.

Instead of placing blame and criticizing, let's show a little more compassion.

Here's to Amy. Let's remember her as she used to be.

A Soul's Restoration

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 25 Jul 2011 20:12:00 +0000

Slowly, but surely, I'm on the mend.

Within the past few years, I have truly struggled with anxiety and panic. I always thought anxiety disorders were serious, but it would NEVER happen to me. I had everything together...there was no reason to fear.

Looking back, I realize that anxiety is something that has affected me since childhood. When I was very young, I was scared of death. As I got a bit older, I was scared that something would happen to one of my parents. Every now and then, the panic would hit, usually at night. My stomach would drop, my heart would race, and I was scared.

When my dad would work nights, I was a nervous wreck. There were some nights, I would just cry because I wanted him to come home. As for my mom, I could easily walk across the hall and see that she was tucked safely in bed. I worried about her in a different way. She is a diabetic, and I always worried that she would become ill when she was away from me. There were also times I was away from both parents. As a child, I was terrified of tornadoes (still am!). During a tornado warning in elementary school, I was reduced to tears. I knew that I was safe in the hallway at school, but what about Mom? What about Dad?

Over the years, these feelings continued. And then, I added the hubs to my list of people to worry about. But I am slowly learning to conquer fear. I strongly believe that we all have our weaknesses, and the devil knows them. He knows them well. He feeds off of them.

In my recent reading*, I have a new appreciation for Psalm 23. I think it's very easy to take the words at face value without understanding them. I've been studying this scripture, and the words are truly beautiful. The Psalm comes from David, but I've added my own reflections.

Psalm 23

A psalm of David.

The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.

God is my caretaker and guide...I don't need anything else.

He makes me lie down in green pastures,

he leads me beside quiet waters,

he restores my soul.

He tells me when to rest, when to relax, when to refresh. He calms me when the proverbial wolf is at the door.

He guides me in paths of righteousness

for his name’s sake.

He shows me where He wants me, and I go where he wants in order to achieve his purpose.

Even though I walk

through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil,

for you are with me;

your rod and your staff,

they comfort me.

I am surrounded by death, fear, and heartbreak, but you, God, are always there. I will not be alone. As a shepherd, he will not leave his sheep. He is personally responsible for getting me home.

Though I have sometimes been struck by fear, God has used those times to draw me closer to Him. What was intended for destruction, God is using for growth. No more holding on and trying to fix everything on my own. My Shepherd is protecting me.

*I've been reading Traveling Light by Max Lucado. Much of my understanding of and information on this scripture comes from that book. I've also done research on how shepherds cared for their herds in David's time...amazing parallels!

A Simple Life, A Simple Wife

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 21 Jul 2011 14:58:00 +0000

Hard-working. Strong. Dignified.

What other words describe the woman revered in Proverbs 31? Intelligent...Responsible...Sensible. At first, I was completely overwhelmed when reading this exaltation of a simple woman who seemed to have it all together. Finally, I began to understand...this is an idealized woman. She is our GOAL. We may not ever attain ALL of these amazing features, but we should keep trying.

If we could adopt a few more of these qualities, the world would be a better place.

Instead of getting so caught up in the things around me, I've set a new goal for myself. It's time to forget the trappings of the world. I want to live a simple life; that means I have to be a simple wife.

The Proverbs woman makes a habit of rising before the sun comes up.

31:15- She's up before dawn preparing breakfast for her family and organizing her day.

31:17- First thing in the morning, she dresses for work, rolls up her sleeves, eager to get started.

For those of you who know me, this will not be an easy task! I love my sleep, and I love my bed! This does NOT mean I'll be setting my alarm for 4:30 every day. However, it does mean that I will stop wasting my mornings in idleness. That sacrificed time could easily be spent in prayer or even throwing a load of laundry in the wash.

The Proverbs woman also watches over her household.

31:19- She's skilled in the crafts of home and hearth, diligent in homemaking.

31:27- She keeps an eye on everyone in her household, and keeps them all busy and productive.

Wow. That in itself is a lot to live up to! To me, this means that I need to focus on making my home warm and inviting, for my family and friends. My home and family should be organized and efficient. While teachers do not exactly have summers "off," I am blessed with a nice break. This is a great opportunity for me to put this task into practice!

Above all, the Proverbs woman has an alluring attitude.

31:25-26- Her clothes are well-made and elegant, and she always faces tomorrow with a smile. When she speaks, she has something worthwhile to say, and she always says it kindly.

Her attitude is what makes her beautiful! She is able to face the future with serenity because she knows who is in control. She speaks carefully, and her words are full of love. I, for one, need worry less and love more.

I'm on a mission...I'm going to live simply and meaningfully! I'll be back soon with a list of how to accomplish my Proverbs 31 goals!

Photo Friday- Red, White, and Blue

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 08 Jul 2011 03:57:00 +0000

The 4th of July is my FAVORITE holiday. I just love fireworks!

Each year, the hubs and I wear our red, white, and blue and watch a show. This year, I really wanted to practice sparkler messages, so I enlisted the hubs to help.

Yeah...the heart's a little wonky...

Check out Trina and friends for more 4th of July fun!

Terrific TV

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 07 Jul 2011 15:58:00 +0000

Let's face it...most television shows today suck. Plain and simple.
I hate Caillou. I hate Ni Hao Kai-lan. And I hate WonderPets.

Not that I'm biased...I even hate most TV shows designed for grown-ups. I hate True Blood. I hate the Secret Life of an American Teenager. And I hate the Bachelor/Bachelorette, Big Brother, Survivor, and almost all "reality TV."

There are some shows that I dearly miss. If I had things my way, these shows would make a comeback. STAT.

10. The Cosby Show- Cliff was funny, Claire was brilliant, and the kids were entertaining.

9. Legends of the Hidden Temple- Great obstacle course...I dreamt of going on this show.

8. The Facts of Life- I desperately wanted to be rich so my parents would send me to boarding school.

7. Friends- There was no closure for me; what happened after everyone moved?!

6. Boy Meets World- Everyone needs a Mr. Feeny.

5. Dawson's Creek- Okay, okay, so Dawson was whiny, and Joey and Jen got annoying. But Pacey always kept me entertained! This show was the Grey's Anatomy of my junior high school...we talked about it every Thursday morning.

4. Saved by the Bell- In the real world, none of these kids would have been friends. But for 30 minutes every afternoon, I was wrapped up in a dream high school.

3. Growing Pains- I just loved the Seaver's. Mischievous Mike was my favorite!

2. The Wonder Years- I don't think I ever found anyone else who like to watch this show; maybe it's part of my history-nerd personality. I loved to see what was going on in the 60's and 70's.

1. Gilmore Girls- Please, please, please bring back this show! I grew up with Rory, and I wasn't ready to let the Gilmore's go.

Photo Friday-Lighting Experiment

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 01 Jul 2011 19:51:00 +0000

So this week's theme was difficult for me! I'm so excited to take 4th of July pictures with sparklers, but I don't have them yet.

I went back to where I got married, and took photos during the middle of the day. The colors are beautiful, but the light is a little harsh.

Photo Friday-Swing

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 24 Jun 2011 18:08:00 +0000

I'm jumping back in!

Last fall, the hubs and I stayed at a B&B in Hot Springs. It was beautiful! I loved the huge wrap-around porch, especially the swing!

Pour Your Heart Out: Pretense

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 08 Jun 2011 17:07:00 +0000

Each day, I wake up. take a shower, and put on my face.

I put on make-up and my other face. I go through life pretending that everything is wonderful. I laugh, I joke, I play. I say all the right things. I act more confident than I really am.

But the truth is that I am completely lost and weary.

I'm lost because I feel that I don't belong where I am. I have a new job, and I love my husband, but everything else is nonessential.

I'm weary of not having people who truly care about me. There are very few people who talk to me other than to find out what I can do for them.

This, I suppose, is my proverbial fork in the road.

Sweet Summer

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 26 May 2011 19:15:00 +0000

I have a love/hate relationship with summer. I love almost everything about it; I hate the Southern heat. I've made a list of things to make summer a little easier.

10. Don't complain about the heat, unless you live in the South or another area with excessive humidity.

9. Don't wear booty shorts. No one wants to see your assets.

This goes for women, too!

8. Don't wear socks with sandals. Never acceptable.

7. Don't let friends/husbands, etc. wear speedos.

6. Don't wear that bikini unless you have 5% body fat.

5. Don't wear pajamas every day.

4. Don't eat fast food every day.

3. Don't waste precious time on things that don't matter.

2. Turn off the television...play, relax, read.

1. Go outside. The indoors has nothing on nature!

The summer night is like a perfection of thought. ~Wallace Stevens

Do what we can, summer will have its flies. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Photo Friday 2011- Week 18

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 06 May 2011 02:13:00 +0000

This week's theme: Mother

I sing, I clean

I cook, I bake

I make, I create

I am my mother's daughter.

I'm insecure and in control.

I am my mother's daughter.

I smile, I laugh

I read, I learn

I cry, I heal

I am my mother's daughter.

I work hard, but I love harder.

I am my mother's daughter.

"Her children respect and bless her; her husband joins in with words of praise."

-Proverbs 31:28

Happy Mother's Day!

Four Down

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 05 May 2011 18:25:00 +0000

Four years down...a lifetime to go!

Four years ago today, I married my best friend.

Four years later, he still makes me smile.

Happy anniversary, hubs! I love you more than you know.

The Friction Within

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 03 May 2011 02:46:00 +0000

Ok...everyone's talking about it. And now...I'm going there, too.

Osama bin Laden is dead.

I'll be honest, my initial reaction was relief. I'm thankful for the fact that one more threat to our safety has been removed.

My next reaction? Fear. What's going to happen now? Usually, killing only leads to more killing. Is this going to be another horrific cycle?

The uncertainty is what makes me tense.

Finally, I saw an outpouring of jubilation on Facebook and Twitter. Everyone was euphoric; their delight was evident for all the world to see. The words I read made me sick to my stomach. How outraged were we, as Americans, when we saw people dancing in the streets after the attacks on 9/11? How incensed were we when someone (gasp!) threw a shoe at the then-president? So many Americans were essentially doing that same thing just last night.

All of this puts me in a tough position. I am thankful for the servicemen and women who are working day and night to protect our country. I am thankful that we have one less threat to worry about. Yet I am saddened to see such rejoicing among Americans. How can we be so callous that we are happy to see that someone suffered a violent death?

Last night, I saw many people that were completely heartless. Some of those people were the same ones who claim to follow Christ. Is it just me, or is that in opposition to Christ's teachings? The book of Romans tells us not to repay "evil for evil," to "live at peace with everyone." We should even bless those who persecute us. That's right..."Don't curse them; pray that God will bless them" (Romans 12:14).

I cannot change the world; I cannot change others' opinions.

I can change mine. I can change me.

Have we not come to such an impasse in the modern world that we must love our enemies - or else? The chain reaction of evil - hate begetting hate, wars producing more wars - must be broken, or else we shall be plunged into the dark abyss of annihilation.

Martin Luther King, Jr

We must develop and maintain the capacity to forgive. He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love. There is some good in the worst of us and some evil in the best of us. When we discover this, we are less prone to hate our enemies.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

Photo Friday 2011- Week 17

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 29 Apr 2011 17:01:00 +0000

This week's theme: Trees

After a week full of storms and hiding in a closet, I'm enjoying the sunshine.

Spring on May

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 28 Apr 2011 02:10:00 +0000

It's here...Springtime!

Unfortunately, in the South, that means crazy weather, too.

Fortunately, I was able to snap some photos before said weather hit.

In case you can't tell, I love up close shots!

I love winter, but I am so happy to see spring!

I'm in a closet.

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 26 Apr 2011 23:46:00 +0000

And I mean that literally.

There has been about a week straight of storms where I live in the good ole South. Not just thunderstorms, mind you. Real, cloud-rotating, hail-spitting, street-flooding storms.

Tonight is a new round of those joyous storms; so I'm waiting it out in the closet while the hubs drives home from work. (If he were here, he would be calmly watching the news in the living room, greeting the tornadoes at the door.) The dog doesn't care where we are...just as long as she's got a soft place to sleep. The cat, on the other hand...well...he's a little upset. Not of fan of storms or confined spaces.

And so we wait. I'm not getting out just yet.

I've seen the Wizard of Oz.

The last thing I need is a herd of flying monkeys.

Today I Will

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 26 Apr 2011 13:00:00 +0000

Today I will get out of bed.

Today I will study, study, study.

Today I will be productive.

Today I will give more than I take.

Today I will sacrifice my time.

Today I will be generous.

Today I will count my blessings.

Today I will strive to be like Christ.

Today I will be joyful.

"One today is worth two tomorrows."

-Benjamin Franklin

Heavy Matters

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 25 Apr 2011 12:00:00 +0000

I've been reading a new book called "Made to Crave."

I'm not finished, but so far, it has really changed the way I think about what I eat. God wants MORE for us. He wants more than okay, more than just getting by, more than mediocre.

What I'm realizing now is that I have to want more for myself.

For too long, I have been guilty of resigning myself to being overweight. Truthfully, there are medical issues that cause weight gain for me, but my diet is poor and I don't exercise enough in addition to that. In giving up and learning to live with those things, I'm essentially saying that God cannot change my issues or me.

This simple fact is that God created us to desire him, to crave him. We should hunger for Him rather than for food. We should thirst for Him instead of water. We should desire Him more than any other thing.

My life will not improve until I desire Christ above all things. This week, I'll be praying for that desire; I'll be praying for guidance. I'll be praying for change.

Photo Friday 2011- Week 16

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 22 Apr 2011 20:58:00 +0000

This week's theme: Growth

Sometimes growth comes from unexpected places. Sometimes our soil must be broken so life can grow through it. Sometimes our hearts must be broken so our spirits can grow.

"But a child, so recently come into the world from the void of creation, can be more resilient than the strongest man, more strong willed than the hardiest woman. A child is like an early spring bulb that carries all the resources needed within its skin for the fist push through soil towards the sun. And just as a little bit of water can start the bulb to grow, even through fissured rock, so can a little kindness give a child the ability to push through the dark."

-Kathleen Kent, The Heretic's Daughter

Check out Trina and friends for more growth photos!

Dear Students

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 21 Apr 2011 03:47:00 +0000

If I could send a message to all of my students, I have a few things I would say...

10. It's okay to say, "I don't know." Admitting that does not make you stupid.

9. Be honest. Your integrity can be shattered in only a moment; it takes a long time to make it whole again.

8. Remember your mistakes. They do not define who you are, but they are there to guide you.

7. Learning is lifelong. Leaving school does not mean that you leave learning behind. If you stop learning, you stop living.

6. Get enough sleep. Lack of sleep can affect your lifestyle more than you realize now.

5. Take the time to talk to your parents. They love you more than you understand, even when you think they don't understand.

4. You will not please everyone. Don't try.

3. Forgive. There is nothing like releasing resentment to feel better about yourself and life in general.

2. Most friends come and go; cherish those who never leave.

1. Use proper grammar. I know you're "gangsta," and it's cool to talk like you text, but you just can't replace intelligible conversation.

Photo Friday 2011- Week 15

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 15 Apr 2011 20:48:00 +0000

This week's theme is work.

With Benchmark testing all week, I've done plenty of work. Believe me.

I didn't take a photo of the tests (because that's a. completely boring, and b. slightly illegal). Instead I wanted to focus on some "fun" work. In reality, it's probably only fun to me. ;)

I work throughout the week, but I'm also working on my Master's degree at a nearby university. One of the classes I'm taking is "British Historical Fiction." Ummm...amazing! I love to read; and I love all things British. Does it get any better?!

So I decided to take a photo of the books I've read since the class started in January.

That's my kind of work!

Friday...I'm in Love

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 15 Apr 2011 02:48:00 +0000

I'm in love...with Friday.

I can stay up late.

No school/work the next day.

It's time to refresh.

This Friday is an especially happy day...no more Benchmarks!

*Sigh*

Friday, You've been gone too long.

Calm, or The Lack Thereof

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 14 Apr 2011 06:36:00 +0000

This week, I have had a smile plastered on my face, had a helpful heart, and my feet have kept moving. Outwardly, success. Below the surface...I'm anxious, apprehensive, agitated. There is so much going on right now that I feel overwhelmed and powerless.

It's hard for me to realize that I don't have to handle everything alone. These things that are going wrong were planned by the Creator of the universe. He knows the number of hairs on my head (not many these days...I'm pulling it all out!). He knows my heart better than I do.

He knows how my heart breaks.

He knows when I cannot handle anymore.

He hears when I cry.

So why am I so panicked? Why am I wasting precious time and energy with worry? My prayer for this week is that my soul will be calm. I need a little peace. And I'm giving all my worry to the One who controls all things. He knows what to do, how to do it, when to do it.

He knows; he just knows.

"Lord, you alone are my inheritance, my cup of blessing. You guard all that is mine."

-Psalm 16:5