daydream

I enjoy short chapters and find it very difficult to read long ones.
bruises on my arms and knees as a result of volleyball.
just keeping my distance--sorry, but I have decided.
a need to immerse myself into imagination.
psalm 19:14--a daily prayer.
am I ready? maybe I can't hide behind this any longer.
magnetic reminders bring a smile.
odd numbers are more to my liking than even ones.
three peppermint bark squares left. what do I do?
I guess tumblr is the new cool thing in technology now. I'll stick to blogspot.
iPad=lame.
a little gold knot on my finger.
dreaming of summer in a foreign land.
daily book of positive quotations brings life into perspective [love my dad].
brooke fraser: always will be my woman crush. how is it that I don't get sick of her?

I hate that I always want to blog when I have the most things to do.
actually, scratch that. I like it.
it brings me some weird kind of peace.

excited for wsf2010! GO GAUCHOS!

upside down

we live in a world filled with opposites.
being mean to people we like, saying things are ugly when they're not.
it's as if we have no grasp over our emotions.
or maybe we just can't handle the truth.

against all odds

my mom always tells me this when I go to her, complaining and grumbling about some situation in my life: give thanks in the most dismal and despairing moments, and miracles happen.
she tells me that when we turn to God in thanksgiving even when the world around us seems to capsize, there is nothing that satan could hate more.
it's true.
it is so, unbelievably, undeniably true.
I love how tangible it is and how quick God is in rewarding our faith in him.

truly, there is always something to be thankful for.


sometimes, it's so easy to get me worked up in a frenzy about something.
and, being as transparent as glass, it's effortless to see when I'm in a great state of anxiety.
naturally, these are prime conditions for a complaining heart to be nourished and watered by dissatisfactions galore.
but when thanksgiving comes into the picture, man, I can't even begin to describe it.
it's sweet.

I must really have some trust issues with God.
sometimes it's so effortless, and then I make it complicated.

still learning.
forever learning.

throw caution to the wind

so eager for new things and bored with the current routine,
but scared of change.
actually, more like scared of the possibility of disappointments in those changes.


a little voice whispers,
"you won't be young forever."

when the music fades

through forgotten convictions
misplaced affections
I'm losing the sound of Your voice
I've been chasing after emptiness
trying to tidy up this mess
I swear I've been down this road before
I want to get back to where it all began
when I would long for only You

I've lost sight of what first drew me
to the love that pursued me
the joy that inspired my song
the friendship that was all I knew
the arms that I would fall into
seem miles and years from where I am today
I got to get back to where it all began
when I would wait for only You


when the music fades,
all that is left are the lyrics that seem to speak to my soul.

the great escape

walking to class today, it was as if I never left.
the same old routine.
all I want to do is crawl into bed and eat cuties.