Monday, July 30, 2012


Here she is!! Tizona.

Tizona is the name of the sword carried by El Cid which was used to fight the Moors in Spain.

She is such a dolly. I love her to death. She likes to snuggle.

She is soooo tiny!!!

Well hello there! Do you want to pet me?

Tizona and I!!!

I have to be short, sadly... So, ta ta till later....!!!! :D

Saturday, July 28, 2012

link up: notebooksisters

This is my very fist link up. It's kind of scary because I have NO IDEA if this is going to turn out right. So, really, I'm just going to try.

Cait has issued a prompt for "little successes". That will be wonderful for me, because of late, I have had plenty of them!!!!

Many of my little successes string for my book of course. I finally mastered chapter 8 after a two week struggle. My character was misbehaving and wouldn't tell me what she was thinking. Blah! She IS rebellious and surly and her entire goal in life is to destroy her enemies. But, I don't want to spoil anything. :D

I have been thinking and thinking and thinking of titles for my trilogy. I might have finally found some that I like. We will see. Names are my thing, so I NEVER anticipated naming my book would be so challenging. But that is the way of life!

Speaking of challenges, I have been attempting a drawing that is mostly created from clouds. It is really cool, but REALLY hard. I think clouds are really pretty, but awful to draw.

Oh, wait, we are off topic. Successes. Successes.

I have been struggling with maintaining peace for a dream I have had for a very long time and I finally gave it all up to God and received the MOST AWESOME contentment in the world. I don't feel pressure or anxiety or worry anymore! THAT is success. And it makes me happy.

My parents are on their way home with my second puppy. I finally found a sword name for her. BUT, you will have to wait and see what it is. Sorry!

I have one minute left. There are so many things I could type. But of what do I want to chose? I now have 10 followers (I know, pathetic, but I am happy) and 1010 views. This blog is certainly nothing special and a little wacky and weird and unprofessional, not at all like what I thought it would be. But I am surviving.

30 seconds. Arhg.... One good thing about typing fast and having a brain that goes a million miles a minute is you get a lot on the ground.

I have mastered the song called Jessica's theme from The Man From Snowy River on piano today. It is a BEAUTIFUL song. I love it.


Well, now, I can't go back. I can't edit. I can't change a thing. So I pray this is not utterly ridiculous. :D


Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Silver Sword

And so the business world had better beware. Because I am officially a part of it.

And here is my proof.

This is Silver Sword, my gorgeous English Golden Retriever and first of many to be a part of my new (only half named) business.

The business is going to be called Silversword....something. Shyre, perhaps. (Twist off Shire). Or something totally different. I am thinking and praying about that one.

And since she is my first, I decided to give her the honor of bearing the company name!!! Isn't she a CUTIE!!!!!

And this is my second puppy. She is unnamed yet. All of my dogs I am going to research sword names for. I have found a few that I like, but I am giong to wait to see her in person before I name her. We will be going to be pick her up next weekend. This is a pic her current owner sent to me. Isn't she darling!!! She is much tinier than Silver.

And, now, a blog I recommend you check out!!! (This is aimed at Cait, but I know the rest of you would enjoy this too!!!)

Enter the Writer's Lair ~ if you dare....

This is a friend of mine, named Mary. She writes fantasy. Her book is on its way to the publisher!!! I just read the whole thing (last night ~ don't tell anyone... I went to bed at 1:40....) :D

It is INCREDIBLE!!!!! WOW! I love my friends. Over and over... they are all so talented and precious. I can't wait to see what God does in their lives.

So pray really hard the publisher will be uber impressed by her book. Because I was.

Here is another small selection from my book. Let me know what you think!!! :D


or a full moment, Merrie stared at Cyrus. All she could picture in her mind was Senator Antistius, cold, disapproving, stern. Nameless fears crept over her. How could she inform Claudia’s father of what she had learnt, when she could not even face Claudia! The very idea of an interview with him sent chills shuddering up and down her back. She had learned early on that the best way to please him was to keep out of his way. She didn’t want to bother him. She had never been in danger of his wrath. And Messalina kept her safe from ever incurring it.

But now… She shook her head. Senator Antistius was a man of no scruples and limited patience. Not one of the slaves felt at ease in his presence. None of them ever braved a word to him unless directly spoken to. Merrie had lived in his household seven years and could only remember speaking to him twice. She knew the only longing in his heart was to expand Rome’s welfare and Rome’s glory. She had no part in that, so she was less than unimportant.


Cyrus’s voice cut through her thoughts.

“Aye,” she whispered, lifting her eyes to meet his in the darkness surrounding them.

“You must do it.”

“I can’t,” the desperation rose in her voice, nearly choking her. “You know what he is! How can you ask this of me?”

Cyrus’s hand felt cold against her shoulder.

“It is the only way. You must see that! If you cannot go to Messalina and you do not want to speak to Claudia, you have to go to their father.”

Merrie’s breath streamed out and fogged in the damp stable air. “It won’t work,” she protested.

“Trust me. Very little works in Rome, when you are a slave.”

Ó Pure Grace

So long for now, darlings!!!


Monday, July 23, 2012

Blazing splendor

Let me share with you some pictures and thoughts of my absolutely favorite animal. No second guessing on this one. It is my favorite. And always will be.

God has created some of the most fantastic creatures ever.

But only one stands out to me as the most beautiful of all. The horse.

Yes, dogs are smart. And cute. Kitten's are cuddly. Easy to please. All of God's nature is glorious.

But nothing has the blazing splendor, the intense majesty, the regal grace, of the horse.

I am soo thrilled to share some of them with you.

I don't think I will have to say much beneath most of these pictures. They speak for themselves.

There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man. ~Winston Churchill

Gipsy gold does not chink and glitter. It gleams in the sun and neighs in the dark. ~Attributed to the Claddaugh Gypsies of Galway

In riding a horse we borrow freedom. ~Helen Thomson

The horse is God's gift to mankind. ~Arabian Proverb

The wind of heaven is that which blows between a horse's ears. ~Arabian Proverb

Ah, steeds, steeds, what steeds! Has the whirlwind a home in your manes? Is there a sensitive ear, alert as a flame, in your every fiber? Hearing the familiar song from above, all in one accord you strain your bronze chests and, hooves barely touching the ground, turn into straight lines cleaving the air, and all inspired by God it rushes on! ~Nikolai V. Gogol, Dead Souls, 1842, translated from Russian (above is combination of translations by Bernard Guildert Guerney, Richard Peaver, and Larisa Voloklonsky)

To ride a horse is to ride the sky. ~Author Unknown

People on horses look better than they are. People in cars look worse than they are. ~Marya Mannes ~ Gotta agree with her.

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Horses - if God made anything more beautiful, he kept it for himself. ~Author Unknown

A thousand horse and none to ride! -
With flowing tail, and flying mane,
Wide nostrils never stretched by pain,
Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein,
And feet that iron never shod,
And flanks unscarred by spur or rod,
A thousand horse, the wild, the free,
Like waves that follow o'er the sea,
Came thickly thundering on,...
~Lord Byron, XVII, Mazeppa, 1818

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The hooves of horses!
Oh! witching and sweet
Is the music earth steals from the iron-shod feet;
No whisper of lover, no trilling of bird,
Can stir me as much as hooves of horses
Have stirred.
~Will H. Ogilvie

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A horse is poetry in motion. ~Author Unknown

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O! for a horse with wings! ~William Shakespeare, Cymbeline

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Me, I wish....

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Isn't the beauty of God's creatures amazing.

Next post... puppy.

MY puppy: Silver Sword. (Awesome name, right!!!)

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Amish country, blog awards, Canada relatives, fun times...

Please don't scold me. Though I have been more than tardy about posting...

Sadly, life decided to delight me by becoming endlessly busy. (Yes, that was sarcastic.)

So here goes all the news I can muster.

I am worn out. That's not news, but I thought it worth noting. Hopefully this post doesn't reflect it too badly.

This last week I received my very first blog awards!!

Compliments of Thanks so much Mime and Cait!!!!! <3

I have certain guidelines to follow...

But more about those later. Right now, I will delve into the fun and exciting week I have had.

July 13 was my Mommy's birthday.

We went to see the new Ice Age movie, Continental Drift. Of course, everything is Scrat's fault.

It was a good movie.

I was hoping it wouldn't be overkill, since it is the 4th movie. But it was VERY good. Really!

Some of my family from Canada came to visit us this week.

Firstly we took them all over the countryside. Just for fun. Believe it or not, the following picture is real.

Not sure what the other half is, but maybe they'll get something half right.

Then we took them all around alot of Amish country. We had soooo much fun. :D I don't know what I liked better.

First we went to several stores, both Mennonite and Amish. These two girl's are Amish.

Then we ate at a Mennonite restaurant. It was surprisingly yummy!!! (Don't laugh. I'm OCD. I ALWAYS eat the edge off first.)

This is legit. I mean, really? LOL!!!!

After that we went to an Amish auction.

They had so many good things to eat. We met one of our Amish friends there (no, we do not make it a habit to befriend them. But this man sells at the local farmer's market and we know him pretty well.) He invited us out to his farm to let our relatives experience the "real" Amish life.

Us and our cousins about to take a ride. Amish don't let pictures be taken on them, so we couldn't get the horses since our friend was driving... sad, but better to be respectful...

And we bought some watermelon from him. The yellow kind is DELICIOUS. And, of course, the red is too. *_*

Now. For the blog awards. To start off, have to state 7 unknown things about me.

That won't be too hard, because even some of my close friends don't know me very well yet.

1. The very first thing I drew was Winnie the Pooh. Daddy still has it in his keepsake drawer.

2. We got our very first cat when I was 7 and we lived in the State of Oregon. Her name was Blackberry. She had a kitten we called Peace. Who had a kitten who looked identical to her. What did we do? Name her Peace 2. Let's just say we have had about a fifty (no joke) generations, and/or litters, however you want to call it, and we have had 21 Peace's. Our last one died a year ago here in Missouri... But we still have Blackberry's great great great great great grandkitty. And we went from solid black to solid orange. Funny, isn't it.

3. Since I don't hear you laughing, I will go on. My Daddy is a private school teacher. In Oregon, I did P.E., track, and volleyball with his school. I loved it sooo much. And miss it tons and tons.

4. I gave my heart to God when I was four (hence the positioning of this statement :D). It's a long story, but it was real.

5. I got my promise ring on Thanksgiving day, 2008.

6. I wanted to perform in the Circus when I was little and stand on a huge horse barefoot in a pink ballerina costume as it cantered around the ring.

7. I've read over 3000 books in my 18 years. That makes me happy.

For the second award I have to answer the following questions:

What are your favorite song lyrics?

Can I nail down one song and call it favorite? That is not my style, nor my taste. My favorite (teehee) thing to do is have lots of favorites. That is fun. So lets just pick a few songs instead.

  1. 'Til I Hear You Sing
  2. Remember When It Rains
  3. Tell Him Anything
  4. Here With Us
  5. Dark Waltz
These are not ordered by my favorite. I have a tendency to listen to one song OVER and OVER and OVER again until it is disgusting to me. Probably not a good habit, but I love it. LOL! All these songs have gone through that pattern. The thing is, when I quiet listening to it over and over, I love it just as much...

What is your favorite book/book series?

They have to ask the hard questions. Once again, lets list several.
  1. Mara, Daughter of the Nile
  2. Anne of Green Gables
  3. The Hunger Games (its fresh, it made it)
  4. All books by Author Elizabeth George Speare.
  5. Courage Is Not Given

What is your favorite movie/TV series?

Would it be silly for me to say something like Megamind? I really like animated movies. I know that is odd, but its true.
Probably my favorite action movie would be The Lord of the Rings. Classic, I know. Also original. :P
My favorite comedy: Ice Age. The Beverly Hillbillies. Anne of Green Gables. Pirates of the Caribbean (though they have other things I don't like. Sorry to step on some toes, but that's the truth.) Whoops, should have said comedIES.

Who inspires you?

Jesus. But I guess that doesn't count.
Corrie ten Boon. At least, she was the first person who popped into my head. Ever read The Hiding Place? You must.

What is your dream job?

Writing. Singing. Drawing. Changing the world. Being a mother. All of these things together. Yes, that is my dream job. :D

And lastly, I have to award all of these to another seven bloggers. I do not even know seven other bloggers who I can award these to, so I will award my dear friend that I DO know. :d

1. Rachel

2. Grace

3. Jonnah

4. Jacey

5. Tabbi - even though she has not blogged in a while. :D

6. Noni - who is finally back on blogger! Yay!

Enjoy seeing your own posts girlies! You have to answer the questions, fill in the seven unknowns, and award other bloggers (if you can) too. :D

A week and a half ago one of our cows surprised us with a darling calf.

A week ago, one of our other cows had another calf, but I don' have a picture of him.

Another pic I took of the moon three weeks ago...

Now you eyes have become bloodshot and dry from reading this for so long so go do something productive!

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

In my wildest dreams....

...I would never be doing this. But, since this is reality, not my dreamland, I suppose I shall.

I have let few friends read my book, let alone given it over to a public page where anyone and their dog can find it. (I don't expect the dog will make much of it, but you never know.)

These excerpts are all from my current novel. It is historical fiction, set in Ancient Rome. I began it when I was 13 years old. I had NOOOOOOO idea what I was getting into that first day I sat down at the computer excited and hyper. The book is over 600 pages long and completed. Now I am just editing it. And it is unnamed. :P

Well, the complete story would be it has had tooooooooooooo many names. But none of them fit, and I would rather wait and find an absolutely thrilling title than settle for something less than imaginative just becauce I wanted to put something down.

Eventually, I plan to turn it into a trilogy, becuase 600 computer pages actually totals 1200 novel pages. Still, that doesn't help the naming thing any...

I want to write a book that will consume you mind and soul. Only then will it have accomplished its purpose.

So far.... I don't think I have reached that goal, and I am on edit 22. :P

Here we go:

"Save me, save me!"
The cries sounded airy and incomplete in Merrie's thoughts, as though they came from some far and distand land.
A black fog settled in her mind, distorting the images impressed upon her memory: the bleak ground, unplowed; a lonesome fig tree, waving its branches despondently; the mud-brick barn, silhouetted again the horizon as one solid refuge. Figure moved in and out of the hazy picture, fusing indistiguishably with the outer shadows.

Ó Pure Grace

She had to remember who the enemy in this was. It was not Aelia, not Marcellus, not Icilius, not even Rome. It was herself. Ionez, the girl who would not forget.

Ó Pure Grace

What dignity? Merrie thought with faint bitter causticity. Have I a chance where I might show it?
The silence continued. Claudia waited, her eyes suddenly traveling over Merrie in the old way–scornful, detachedas thought she were a stranger, a statue, an irritating fly to be shooed away. Merrie stood, sick, dry mouthed and burning all over. Everything had falledn away from her at once. Her home, her preace, her secutity... Julia's treachery, with which she had been flirting for too long, had finally caught her and its sentence was complete, its grip inescapable.

Ó Pure Grace

Marcellus gasped and staggered again the chariot, dropping the whip to the gournd. "What have I done!" he burst out.

Ó Pure Grace

"Oh, Cyrus, Cyrus," she wailed. She turned her head back and watched as the billowing smoke poured into the dark sky. The red-orange flames flickered and crackled into hightening obscurity.

Ó Pure Grace

"I won't do it," she flared. "I won't."
"She  will learn it," Marcellus swliced through her vehemence, his tone leaving no doubt in her mind. "If she doesn't, well, you may as well cut out that wild tongue of hers. And that, I may add, would beregrettable. Athena! I would almost miss those scathing, venomous words. You may go now."

Ó Pure Grace

Ok. Now we'll see how long it takes me to regret that.... :D

Monday, July 9, 2012

The Hunger Games

So I have done it.

Read all three novels in the Hunger Games Series.

I know that any further statement by me is about to generate either immediate condemnation or commendation (tricky how words can be, isn't it).

So, let me be clear.

My opinion is just that. MY opinion.

Further elucidation: you do not need to care what my opinion is.

Perhaps I should explain why I am so keen on this point. I have come to the understanding that I am a bit two-faced at times. I am a people pleaser. There is nothing I can do about that. It is who I am. But because of that, I often double-track, tone down my honest opinion, and end up making myself sound like a fool with no real opinion and a fluke who just minces along as merrily as I can.


Point 1: I have an inherent desire for all people to think well of me. I do not want them to think I disagree with them on most things. That does not matter. Every person is different. We will all hold different views. From now on, I will state an opinion because it is mine. Because it belongs to me. Because I want it as my own. Not because someone else found enjoyment in expressing it and I mimicked until someone else disagreed. Yes, that was me. No more.

Let's just say I have been doing some soul searching.

Point 2: I really hate to disappoint people. Period. I know why. You may not. But it's enough to say I have good reason. Still, that is yet another part of life that I must learn to not get myself in a frazzle about. You see, disappointment is training ground. It is where you learn to do better. Or to not care about things of lesser importance.

Point 3: I CARE way too much. About everything. And everyone. Perhaps this is not bad. In a way. But it is crushing when they do not care back. And so I must learn to not set my heart on them so much. My anchor is in the one whom cares for me and loves me so unconditionally I will never have to question His purpose or truth.

Point 4: I am a selfish being with measly little motives for almost everything I do. Forgive me? I am praying to be over this. To be honest, almost every post I make on Facebook, almost every blog I do on here, was directed to, aimed at, or intended for a specific person (not always the same person), not myself. Almost. Some are mine, simply because they would mean nothing anyway. That said, I am done with that too. I will write what I want to write and say what I want to say...because it is GOD directing my pen, not man.

Point 5: Pray for me. A lot. Because I need it. I know God has His hands full with me. From day one, I was not normal. I refused to behave like other baby's. And that never changed, although outwardly I pretend to be like other people. That too I will now alter. I am going to be me. The REAL me. Who has been hiding for almost seven years. I don't expect it to be easy. I don't expect everyone to like her. But I think I am okay with that now. And that is the way it should be.

So there. I am done now.

That out of the way, I will go on.

The Hunger Games.

A tale of misery, of machinations, of miracles, of music, of missiles, and of mutts. (I like M's.)

A tale of fire, spirit, tyranny, war, espionage, and trust.

A tale where one girl unwittingly takes on an Empire. And wins.

The hard way.

So here are my thoughts.

This book has children fighting one the death. There is no mercy. There is no second chance. That is the cold, bloody truth. And it's awful.
There is a quality of deception about Katniss (the main character) that infuriates. It is clinched in the final book when she agrees to the last Hunger Games. I do not want to give anything away, so I will say no more. But that was not cool. To me.
There is enough kissing between unmarried young people to make you gag. But I suppose you can put up with that if you must. Love makes a good story. It always does, if done right.
Katniss has absolutely no morals. Specifically at the closing of the trilogy. She does everything she does for one person alone: herself. Rescuing Prim is one of (one of) the only things she does for another person on her own initiative. And she often chooses to purposefully hurt people with her words. To punish them. To teach them. To manipulate them. To twist them to her own purpose. To win the game (with Haymitch).
It is not a book for the weak of stomach. There is blood and there is gore. No more than you will see on the screen at home watching The Kingdom of Heaven or The Last Legion. But it is there. And used to make you angry and disgusted at the Capitol.
Life is absolutely cheap, both to the Capitol and Katniss. So long as it is not her own beloved ones (Katniss's beloved ones, not the Capitol's).
I was just ready for her to choose who she was going to spend the rest of her life with. You can't love both Gale and Peeta. Impossible. So stop making it happen. THAT was unrealistic. And a little gross.

The purpose of the children fighting one another is to declare just how totalitarian, just how oppressive, just how tyrannical, the Capitol, the ruling government, is. They want you to see how perverted and repulsive they are. The writer did a masterful job at this. You hate the Capitol.
There is no hiding how unjust that government is. And it is very clear how to control the people who support it. Panem et Circenses (literally meaning bread and circuses). Those two things form the well-being of a population and is thus a very strong political tactic. It has worked in countless occasions: Rome, Athens, Carthage, Missouri. (Forgive the history coming out of me now.) Through this stratagem, you can control the people of any country, as long as you keep it up. It is not coincidental that two years ago (before I even heard of The Hunger Games), I coined a phrase that will one day title a book: Grain and Games. Ó Pure Grace 2010
Peeta stands for all that is good and right in the world. In essence, he is the true hero of the story. Katniss herself finds this to be true. (One plus for her! LOL)
There is such a determined resolve about the book of throwing off despotic government. It is encouraging, enlightening, inspiring. It makes you despise anyone who is out to take total control. Anywhere.
There is no magic. Yes, I said it. And I meant what you are thinking now. Magic is wrong. But this world is entirely created of characters in a place that exists much like we do. So there is no magic. Good job, Suzanne Collins.
These books take you on a journey, a journey that matters. It doesn't end in the happy fairytale style of Narnia, King George and the Dragon, Lord of the Rings (well, perhaps LotR's is pretty close, but still...), Princess Bride, and countless others I can't think of at the moment (that was a lame list, wasn't it, lol!). Things have changed, unalterably. They will never be the same. And there's nothing you can do to go back. The one thing that Katniss set out to protect, the one thing her whole world is wrapped around, is destroyed. It brings you to the point where you must question. Is this right? What is happening? Why does it matter so much?

And let more be said:

On the writer's side of things: this book was real. It was one where you open the book and find yourself transported, carried off, to a land that could be very close, just around the corner, and very personal. Every word is spellbinding. Because you are there. You are Katniss. You are fighting the Capitol. You are trying to escape.

I wish I had written this book. But for a more spiritual reason. I can imagine, at the very end of the very last book, sharing the gospel of Jesus. Showing others how desperate, how needful we are of His grace and mercy, because we are such a doomed, helpless, sinful race. For, without Him, these things are an inevitable end! The torture, the need for an escape like Haymitch and Katniss, the desire to hide, the hopelessness of despair, all are what a world without Christ would be. But with Him, we have unquestionable peace and understanding. We do not have to fear. We do not have to weep. We are free. We will always be free. With Him.

And so ends my thoughts on The Hunger Games. Oh, there are more. But they can keep. I am sure I will find some brilliant tid-bit tucked neatly out of the way in my mind ten minutes after I publish this and then regret not posting it, but that is life.... :D

Did I like it? Or did I not? That you will have to deduce.

No more to say, except:

Welcome to the new, real me.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

The best blog on the block

It is my dear friends Grace's.

She has JUST started, and already there is no comparison of her blog to any other I have read.

Here is her web address:

I RECOMMEND going to her blog. Here is a sample of her VERY FIRST POST:

And this is my dream, my vision, my life's

To capture it, to hold it in the palm, to retain and remember it, to share it. Because there is nothing, not one thing, like beauty. And we long for it, thirst for it, risk everything we have (and everything we are) for it.

Because why?

Because beauty is life; because it heals. And ever since the Fall, our crippled fragile hearts have yearned to see beauty whole and unscathed by sin and pain.
But there is still beauty. Even here, in this lost broken world.
Beauty heals and eases the ache. Like when our hearts are shattered on the floor and we turn up the music to drown out the sound of the heart's cries. Because music is beautiful and the beauty calms the raging pulse and clots the blood flowing from a broken heart."
It gets better from here.
So don't hesitate to journey down the path with her. She is beginning, just as we are all. She will get better, the more she learns, the more she grows, the more God teaches her. But I can guarantee, what will come from her is the inspiration of the Lord of Heaven.
I have been inspired myself to reclaim my original intent for this blog. It was not to be a flippant open page of overused idea's, but a sacred place where I could grow, share my dreams, let out my thoughts, unafraid and unadulterated.
I am not very creative or originally minded, but am a great mimic. But here is where that will end. I am going to only blog when I have the time and ideas to make a masterpiece. This is my resolve and you all are to hold me to it. :D
I was afraid such a blog would be ignored, cast aside, forgotten... but I know now that was foolish. I am seeing it done before me. Those who will want to read this blog will love it. Those who don't like it... I don't need to impress. This is for God and God alone. I will make my stand for Him. And unending thanks to Grace for helping me regain my aim and shoot at the target straight this time. It makes me embarrassed to think I waited for another to brave the sea of unknown before being willing to take the step out on the water alongside them.
Peace, patience, perseverance; live, love, laugh; enliven, encourage, enlighten; inspire, imagine, ignite; dream, discover, dare: this is my motto now.
Now, that said, it does not mean I will never post about my life, random happenings, and cool new things. They are the pieces of my puzzle. God often uses such things to change our lives. But the presentation will be different.
I have always been different. Why bow out now?
God-honoring, beautiful, motivational posts. That is what I am aspiring for now. I lost sight of that amid the excitement of the blogger world. Here we go, let's start afresh. Embark on this new adventure and beginning with me!!!!

Monday, July 2, 2012

Step by step...

The future is coming. You know, one of the best things about a busy day is you never have time to wonder wether life is at its best, because it is!!! I LOVE busy days. I have had a whole week of them, and I am heading into another!

'Tis the week of the 4th of July!!!! Hurrah!!! This is one of my favorite times of the year. EVER. We get to celebrate the independance of our beloved nation from a country that usurped, oppressed, and limited the lives of those under them. This is an important holiday, especially as we travel into the recent days of our government, which is slowly moving toward the exact tyranny our founders so thoroughly despised.

Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light, what so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, o'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming.
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, gave proof through the night, that our flag was still there.
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave!
O'er the land of the free! And the home of the brave.

Perhaps this blog is a little premature, but I am going to post ton and tons of pic the 4th (if I can and we do something exciting) so I'm going to do it now anyway.

I love my country. LOVE it. I am so blessed to be an American. Anyone who loves history and has explored the ancient civilizations and lives here WILL appreciate how incredible our foundation truly is! The nations around the world throughout time have had some of the worst upheaval imaginable simply because of their governments. Down to the point where one nation decided on their king by a neighing horse (no joke).

I am not saying our's is perfect. But it was blessed and inspired by God.

And the thing that is best about this country....our freedom.

I am so free. Free to say my mind. Free to belong to Christ. Free to be myself. Free to be anything I want. (hmmm, maybe I don't want to be so free... :D jk)

And still, I want to explore this world, not just America. God created so much to be discovered. I have not even touched the tip of the ice berg, let alone dived beneath it! My biggest dream would be to circumnavigate the whatever means possible.

Awwwwww, dreams. They are what life is made up of. The imagination God created within us to fashion, invent, and fantasize.