Thursday, March 29, 2012

100,000 Times a Day Yellow Lights Turn Red

Sometimes you are left in the dark counting all your struggles and sins. You wonder why your heart is numb and how you are going to hold things together for much longer. Jobs, bills,

Yellow to red 100,000 times a day. The green light won't stay green for long. You have to figure out if you are going to go for it and force something that could cause you more altercation, or stop and wait. I have not wanted to stop and wait around. I want things to happen, whether they are God's will or my own. I want something, anything, to happen. I just want the light to turn green and stay green! I never considered that what I do while I wait matters.

Every time I see the light ahead in the distance, green and bright and full of excitement and possibilities, it turns yellow. Then red. I am stuck waiting for the next green light; which, ultimately, leads me to another yellow, then the inevitable red one.

I have a friend in pretty much the same circumstance, and I she understands that while we have time to pray, and thank, and do, instead we sit, and watch, and  grumble.

Even though I do, God may not think I'm ready. And  maybe, just maybe, if I change my perspective and start being productive, the light will stay green and I can move on to the next phase. And so can you.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Sweet disposition; wreckless abandon.

You know that scene in so many movies where the guy (or girl) tries to get the opposite character to let loose and scream at the top of their lungs? Somedays I just feel like doing that; to see if it really works or if it's just a tactic used so the characters appear to be developing this closer relationship. Anyway, today I decided to do it. I screamed and yelled, and felt better.
I found that I had the same reaction that the characters in the movies do. Relieved. Relieved and ready to move on. On to the next.

My new goal in renewing my mind and spirit and becoming a better person is to just let go. Let go of things that don't matter and move on. I have found that guys, my guy particularly, are ridiculously good at this. I, on the other hand, will hold onto and dwell on any small irrelevant piece of drama I can; letting it form into such a strong bitterness inside of me that I become a completely different person. Letting my judgments of others get the best of me and keep me from fulfilling whatever my purpose is.

I want to be free from this burden that I embed in my own heart and let have complete dominion over my mind. I want to wrecklessly abandon my own disposition and live in a sweeter one. I am an indentured servant to my thoughts, and all I have to do is scream out and let it go. Move on. Love people.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Sittin, Waitin, Watchin.

If patience is a virtue, you can consider me....well..... whatever the antonym of virtuous is. I don't like to sit, I don't like to wait, and I definitely don't like to watch. But for some reason God has had me doing this for a considerably long time, the only lesson I can conclude he is trying to teach me is, patience.
When you watch one door after another slam so close to your face it grazes your nose, how are you supposed to have faith? Well..........easily. I am not destitute, I am not alone. I am better off than most of the world, and I have God to thank.

I look back now and realize that I pretty much wasted this period of waiting. I didn't use it to grow closer to God, I didn't use it to grow as a person, and I didn't use it to grow in knowledge or wisdom. Why is it that the majority of waiting periods have that outcome; especially when we know there is a purpose for it other than wasting time sittin, waitin, watchin?

Thursday, October 6, 2011

My Future= Coffee and Books!

       When you type "coffee shop" into any search engine, a relatively similar defintion appears as a result. "A small, informal restaurant where coffee and other light refreshments are served, especially one where people gather for conversation, games, or musical entertainment".
        When you do the same for the word "book"; the result is "a bound collection of printed pages, a published work of literature, science, and reference."
       Since college this has been a dream of mine. To combine the two; books and coffee, and create a cozy and cool ambiance, and of course serve the best coffee and specialty drinks ever!
      But there is one thing, I want to use this as a ministry. I want to employ those in need and hold Bible studies and outreaches there. I want to be used and have an impact on others there.
      I will make this dream come true. Where and when I will do this, I do not know, but until then I will plan and write about it. Walt Disney wisely wrote, "All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them." I can't wait to start pursuing mine.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Fashion Week Fav

Pic by NY post
          My favorite look from the week has to be by Marc Jacobs. Very retro, 60s vibe; super cute and actually wearable for the average person. It baffles me that some of the designs that come down the runway are worn by a human being, in public. I guess that's art though. People may not understand your creativity or inspiration, but you create it anyway, hoping that eventually they will.

Monday, August 29, 2011

My Feet Won't Touch the Ground

     What do you do when you feel like your feet won't touch the ground? When you can't wait until the morning? People are moving so fast all around me, but I want to be the one moving. I've really got none, but I feel like I have so many problems. And it's all because of one. My feet are firmly cemented in the ground, while my mind is busy traveling the world.
     It seems like God always has me in these periods of waiting.......and waiting..... and yeah, still waiting. Meanwhile, I have not the slightest idea of what exactly I am waiting for. It seems like such a waste of time. What;'s a girl to do during this lull? How do you make it worthwhile?

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Oh to the Poe

             Baltimore native, Edgar Allen Poe, had an imagination almost incomparable to any other. He took pen to paper and came up with stories of murder, mystery, and madmen. Even as an adult (although sometimes hindered by alcohol consumption) he had the imagination of a child.
          As I age its becoming harder to find my imagination. There was once a time when I could have been equally comparable to Poe, well almost. Where has my mind gone? I can look over my shoulder and see it miles behind me down the road as I keep walking further and further away.
          I think it might be time to make a U-turn (perfectly legal in Maryland). I need my imagination back before life is boring and my mind is stagnant. I need to hear a heart beating in the floor and have a raven constantly looming over my head. I need that excitement and intrigue or I will begin sleepwalking through life down a one way street where U-turns are illegal.