tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485384204099666632024-10-02T03:30:08.586-04:00Living Vividly in a washed-out worldMelodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152541298969330161noreply@blogger.comBlogger200125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2048538420409966663.post-76165861757197895922014-05-24T17:55:00.001-04:002014-05-24T17:55:29.729-04:00

Well friends, I did it. I decided to take the plunge and start something new. I've been wanting to get back into blogging for a long time, but I've just had a mental block about coming back. So much has happened since I last posted on here. And honestly, I feel that Vividry is a chapter that has closed for me. I started this blog six years ago, as a highschool student, and here I am a college

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I haven't felt this alive in a long time. I just painted a representative of what my heart looks like. It was amazing. I can't even begin to describe how fulfilling and deeply worshipful it felt to do that. I wouldn't really consider myself an artist, but I love to paint. And sometimes, I think God is the one painting through me. This was one of those times. As I painted, I began to see

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The daily grind is the hardest. I'm back at school, and thus you haven't heard from me in two months. I have actually been doing quite a bit of writing, thanks to my Creative Writing Nonfiction class (which I'm loving). But I have struggled majorly with letting those fears and lies that I listened to before speak to me again. It's so easy to forget the truth that we have been taught, isn't it?

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Well, I'm still on this journey. Still somewhere on the mountain, with mists of uncertainty and fear swirling around me. And yet. God is so good to me. I don't even know what to do or how to respond to Him in order to continue this journey - but somehow He keeps moving me forward! I know I haven't arrived, obviously... the mountain still looms without end. But, He is giving me

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Little lessons that God is pressing into my heart, like roses with thorns being gently crushed in the flower press of my heart. Though the thorns pierce my pride, the roses in due time release their healing, peaceful scent. 8/1/13 Psalm 139:14 (NASB) "I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, and my soul knows it very well."  What does

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As promised, here is my first droplet. This is something I have really been struggling with even understanding recently: Grace Somehow I've wrapped up grace in a nice little package, Tucking away my carefully-preserved knowledge Of “God’s riches at Christ’s expense” To be reserved only for witnessing emergencies. My own life is too perfect for grace I've managed to do just fine

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I'm embarking on a journey. I don't know what the end will look like, or even if I'll ever get there. But, I know that my Savior has called me to follow Him down this path. He has been calling me out on a lot of deep things recently, some of which you have heard about on this blog (such as fear). I have been trying to respond to Him as best I can, but it is hard in the daily trudge. Right

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I always second-guess if people really love me. via pinterest As soon as I start to become friends with someone, no matter who it is, I begin to doubt. What if they're just talking to me to be polite? They can't really want to be my friend. They'll just leave or fade out of my life eventually. Even if we do become friends and I see that the person is willing to stick around for a while, I

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I was going through my pins on pinterest, and I realized that I had so many photos that would be excellent story-starters. I even have a board dedicated to story-worthy pins (called "The Story Behind"). But I never have used any of those photos for a story or even a character snippet. So, I decided to remedy that. Hence, The Story Behind the Pin where I pick a photo from pinterest and write

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This very question strikes fear into my heart. I've been realizing that fear is a huge struggle for me. So often I don't do something or I'll act in a certain way or cover up who I really am because I am chained down by fear. I never saw it that way before - I thought of it as being a homebody, or a shy person, or just struggling with a bit of insecurity. But it's a lot more than that. All

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Well, I did it! I finally completed re-designing my blog! I'm no designer, but through trial and error (and a lot of frustration and tutorial-searching and perseverance) I managed to come up with something I really like. When I think of the word Vividry I've always had a picture of colorful sheets blowing in the sun. And I think I was finally able to capture that idea with this design. I also

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credit to Kimberly Reitsma Dear friends, It's been a long, challenging semester. I finally finished about two weeks ago, but I've been feeling the effects of the semester even now. I've wanted to get back into writing in this blog, but I just felt stuck somehow. Even though the full blast of stress and deadlines and responsibilities isn't upon me anymore, they still taint my thoughts and

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You poor dears, waiting on me so long for another post. This semester has been so good and rich and filled with change in me which I am longing to get into words... but for now, I would like to open the new year with just one word. Overflowing This is my word for 2013.  As I was reading  my Bible this morning, I was praying and asking God how He wanted to shape and sand me this

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What would life be like if your identity was wrapped up in something that could change in an instant? How would you live knowing that anything that happened to that one thing would cause your whole world to fall apart? I jammed one of my fingers yesterday playing Frisbee. This morning I woke up and it had swelled some during the night, even though I put ice on it as soon as I jammed it. I

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Bree over at Tea & Bree is having a button swap, and happily I was invited to join. I'm so glad I did, because through it I got to meet a brand new blogging friend whose blog I had somehow missed in my time so far in the blogosphere. I'm still surprised that I didn't run across her blog before, seeing as her blog (not to mention her writing) is amazing. It was a lot of fun to interview her (

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I have been reading a lot of books this summer. A friend challenged me to see which of us could read the most pages from May to August (when we go back to school). Currently we're neck and neck at a bit over 4,000 words read! Since I have been consuming books in such large quantities, I thought it would be fun to review some of them for you. I've been reading such varied books as Crazy Love by

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 "..that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ which surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled up to all the fullness of God." Ephesians 3:17b-19 (NASB, emphasis mine) Isn't it amazing that God has given us knowledge of something we can't even grasp? Like

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I was looking back in my old posts, and I saw this post that I wrote my freshman year of college. I thought it only fitting that I should add to it, since I have now completed another year and have more music major-ness seeped into me. ;) So without further ado, here are more evidences of my music major craziness. You know you're a CU music major if... ...The practice room/music lounge is your

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This past school year had a lot of ups and downs for me. It was probably my busiest and most stressful year yet, and I often had to fight away worry and fear. And yet it also was my most fruitful and encouraging year, as I saw God bring me through each busy day, stressful situation, and difficult discussion. There was a time towards the end of my year when my hands began hurting like my freshman

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I don't usually post videos on here, but when a friend shared this video on facebook, I was moved to tears. Turn off the music, blow this up to fullscreen, and just watch. Think about what Christ has done for you. No matter if you were the worst sinner in the world or have never done any "big" sins - without Christ we are all lost in darkness, bound for hell. And yet He sacrificed His life so

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{Listening to this song sparked this blog post.} Today is an odd day.  A day I feel like writing, But somehow cannot  bring myself  to write. A day to stand and watch the world  outside my window  brighten, then dim dapple, then dark. Running in the rain Capturing drops On pink petals silhouetted against  a peek of sun. My days

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Ever since I started playing the piano at age seven, I knew I wanted to do something with my life involving music. Eventually, after being thrust into the teaching world by a few well-meaning moms who wanted me to teach piano to their children, I decided that I might like to teach piano. So I advertised and soon built up a small studio of piano students. I had no prior teaching experience other

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 The world glows, awash with color bright trees dancing  in the epiphany of wind and light. I can't get enough of this glorious outdoors with the one splash of sun that colors my back warm. With no deadlines squeezing my creativity, My eyes are finally open To the beauty all around me. I am free.  I am home.

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This post convicted me tonight. To tell you in all honesty, I'm jealous of how the author of the blog talks about God. Even as a Christian, I know I don't let Him into my life that deeply. I fill my mind with so many other things - homework, responsibilities, friendships, dreams, hopes... and then slip God in there and hope that He penetrates all the other sections I've partitioned my mind into.

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The night is so dark before the sun arrives. You can't tell anything about the outdoors - if there are clouds in the sky, frost on the grass, or a tree right in front of you. The darkness permeates everything.  via pinterest Then slowly, faintly, the black of night peels off the world, revealing brilliant colors. The sky melts into a soft yellow-blue, grass reveals its greenness,

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