God, He made the sunset,
God, He made the sky.
He made all things so beautiful,
Although I don't know why.
He could have made it all the same,
No beauty anywhere.
But no, He went to special pains,
With never ending care.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Midnight Monsoon
It was so thrilling. So indescribably breathtaking. It was like a strobe light in the sky. A flash and the world lights up. Suddenly it's pitch black again and raining hard as ever.
This was a walk through the woods on a night like this. The creek was rising quickly and my brother was worried about the wooden segments for the bridge that he's almost completed. They were laid out by the creek bank, and the storm was picking up pace once again. Fear was settling about the waters sweeping the critical pieces for the bridge's finish away from us forever.
We set off. In the midst of a torrent, with lighting streaming from the Heavens nonstop. Getting soaked in a storm is my favorite type of adventure. The kind of adventure that will set my eyes aglow for hours. I cannot forget times like this. I look forward to holding this memory, but I can treasure it as a current event for now.
Stormy is my nature, and I prefer it that way. When it storms, I am tranquil, and when the world remains tranquil, I am stormy. I thank my Heavenly Father for making the heavens something unforgettable.
This was a walk through the woods on a night like this. The creek was rising quickly and my brother was worried about the wooden segments for the bridge that he's almost completed. They were laid out by the creek bank, and the storm was picking up pace once again. Fear was settling about the waters sweeping the critical pieces for the bridge's finish away from us forever.
We set off. In the midst of a torrent, with lighting streaming from the Heavens nonstop. Getting soaked in a storm is my favorite type of adventure. The kind of adventure that will set my eyes aglow for hours. I cannot forget times like this. I look forward to holding this memory, but I can treasure it as a current event for now.
Stormy is my nature, and I prefer it that way. When it storms, I am tranquil, and when the world remains tranquil, I am stormy. I thank my Heavenly Father for making the heavens something unforgettable.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Reflection
I'm sitting atop a fallen tree, overlooking a peaceful, burbling creek at the bottom of the steep cliff that I am currently perched upon. There is construction of a bridge over the creek, connecting my perch with the lower path that leads out of the woods. The bridge is only partly completed, deserted until further notice by the boy who owns the forest. Not that he is in literal possession of it, but he knows it quite well and has spent many more hours becoming acquainted with the glorious place than I have. A fact that breaks my heart through no fault but my own. This part of me that is now sitting out here, enjoying the shade from my rainbow umbrella as I examine this quiet place is the part of me that so strongly wishes that I had enjoyed the security of these woods more than I did. In the waters of the creek I see a girl looking back at me. Quickly, she turns away, running out of the forest toward her companions. I had my entire childhood, and yet was better at suppressing my somber half than I am now. Back then, I never wanted to be alone. I hated loneliness. I feared it.
Now, being "alone" is not "loneliness." I have developed my walk with the Lord, now relying on His support more than the company of my siblings.
"Behold, I am with you always, even to the end of the age." ~Matthew 28:20
Now, being "alone" is not "loneliness." I have developed my walk with the Lord, now relying on His support more than the company of my siblings.
"Behold, I am with you always, even to the end of the age." ~Matthew 28:20
Thursday, July 21, 2011
My Style
To be 100% honest, I've never liked writing. Perhaps it's a lack of patience. I always aim to make others laugh through physical comedy or unexpected words and/or actions, but there's another side of me; the quiet, deeply hidden person of the heart who only comes out when I'm completely alone. It's when I'm walking in the forest alone, or driving somewhere with just me and my Saviour to enjoy a serene time together. That's the side of me that I would like to represent through this blog. The blog that no one will read. For now at least.
When sitting in the forest, or sitting alone on campus, I feel as though I could and would sit there for hours. I can find beauty and entertainment in looking at the simplest of things, and rarely ever find myself "bored." I thank my Creator for this gift. The serenity of the flowing waters of a creek, or the wind blowing the leaves on trees will be an image I can savor for eternity, and while it's right there in front of me, I just love to soak it in.
The other gift that I am thankful for daily is the gift of music. I feel as though my brain were an MP3 player, or an iPod. I can turn on whatever song I would like to listen to or think about whenever I please. I hear every intricate detail, every note, every refrain. Not just vocals to music, but instruments as well. I can mimic almost every noise I hear, including voices and melodies to perfection. I also create harmonies, weaving in and out of music as if it were a dance within my mind. A dance that gives me immense pleasure to execute. Sometimes I find that my mental music box is set on shuffle, and I find myself listening to completely unrelated songs to what I started with. It's a very difficult thing to put into words, but at the same time it's delightful to me in an indescribable way.
Music and God are the things I am most passionate about. The only two things in my entire universe- my entire life that can give me chills, and my beautiful passion for music was a gift from God. That is the reason that using music to honor, glorify, and praise Him is the most precious thing to me in the whole world.
To sit and watch His creations in my backyard while glorifying songs dance through my head is such an awe-inspiring way to spend my time. I truly cannot think of anything that compares.
And that is me. Well, the less-known half of me. The part of me reserved for special occasions, and the part that I feel that I cannot share with others, lest it lose its peace and somberness.
When sitting in the forest, or sitting alone on campus, I feel as though I could and would sit there for hours. I can find beauty and entertainment in looking at the simplest of things, and rarely ever find myself "bored." I thank my Creator for this gift. The serenity of the flowing waters of a creek, or the wind blowing the leaves on trees will be an image I can savor for eternity, and while it's right there in front of me, I just love to soak it in.
The other gift that I am thankful for daily is the gift of music. I feel as though my brain were an MP3 player, or an iPod. I can turn on whatever song I would like to listen to or think about whenever I please. I hear every intricate detail, every note, every refrain. Not just vocals to music, but instruments as well. I can mimic almost every noise I hear, including voices and melodies to perfection. I also create harmonies, weaving in and out of music as if it were a dance within my mind. A dance that gives me immense pleasure to execute. Sometimes I find that my mental music box is set on shuffle, and I find myself listening to completely unrelated songs to what I started with. It's a very difficult thing to put into words, but at the same time it's delightful to me in an indescribable way.
Music and God are the things I am most passionate about. The only two things in my entire universe- my entire life that can give me chills, and my beautiful passion for music was a gift from God. That is the reason that using music to honor, glorify, and praise Him is the most precious thing to me in the whole world.
To sit and watch His creations in my backyard while glorifying songs dance through my head is such an awe-inspiring way to spend my time. I truly cannot think of anything that compares.
And that is me. Well, the less-known half of me. The part of me reserved for special occasions, and the part that I feel that I cannot share with others, lest it lose its peace and somberness.
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