I'm a Christian first and foremost. I enjoy playing the piano, laughing, Relient K, Harry Potter, photography, reading, Coldplay, Italian food, foreign accents, the sunshine, and life. The simple things in life fascinate me.
I wish there were some way to just escape to the mountains and bask in the fresh air forests and just breathe. Life gets so heavy sometimes.
I think the best people in the world are the ones who have learned that listening is far more important than talking.
Thoughts of an awestruck girl
Sometimes I believe that we as humans take our lives entirely too lightly. What I mean by that is this: we are this incredible cluster of cells and tissues and bones and muscle and emotion, but we never stop to really think about what gift God has given us by just simply giving us life! We are not just some random little piece of life. Our genetic makeup is different from every single person in the world! Does that not blow your mind?!
Our lives were not put together by just some random happening. No way. It just doesn’t make sense! Think about it! How could the universe just randomly put together a creature so unique and so intricate that every system is connected to help the others and alerts our brain, which is a miracle in and of itself, if something is wrong or odd. We are so, so magnificent compared to every other living thing on this Earth. That is not something to take lightly. That is something to praise God for! He loved us enough to make us so awesome and so unique!
Now you’re probably thinking that the point of this is to rebuke tattoos or piercings or whatever, but its not at all. I’ve just been so in awe of God’s extreme eye for creation and his great love for us in making us in such a distinct and purposeful way. I just can’t keep it to myself! We have been given this gift of life and this body to use for His will and His purpose. We are not here to party and to live life by yolo. Take your life seriously and make it meaningful. Even if you don’t think you have meaning or a purpose you do. You have been created for something wonderful. The mix of cells and DNA that you call you is not just here. You may just not know what your life is for just yet. Be patient, and in the meantime, thank God for making you so intricate and awesome and unique and precious and special and whatever other word you can think of. Blessings.
| My Brother: | Is it illegal to expose yourself to a blind person? |
| My Brother: | Why is it called a building when it's already built? |
| My Brother: | If money doesn't grow on trees, why do banks have branches? |
| My Brother: | When something is shipped by ship it's called cargo, but when something is shipped by car it's called a shipment... |
| My Brother: | If love is blind, then why is lingerie so popular? |
| My Brother: | Why is impediment so hard to say when used to describe someone who has a hard time talking? |
| My Brother: | What's the speed of dark? |
| Me: | -awake forever trying to figure out all the answers- |
Oh my gosh. I just died. >.Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.
Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.
To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.
Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.
Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.
Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.
this seriously made me cry
This.
laughter is the best thing in the whole ever.
(Source: kingblaine, via decembre-dixieme)
Just a lil updateeee
Sorry I’ve been absent this past week practically! I’ve just had a stressful week of school… I think I had about 10 tests/projects in the span of 4 days. Yeah. My brain is dead. But on the bright side, my boyfriend’s birthday was today and I got him a pair of crocs! Don’t worry, he likes them! =P
We went out to eat and then went to watch his brother’s basketball game. I’m just glad I got to spend time with him. He’s just great and I love him so much! That’s pretty much all. Have a good night! =]
I would love to restore this house and live in it…. Oh to dream
(via adoptavit-deactivated20130323)
Sometimes its just hard.
Today was a good day for the most part, until just a couple hours ago.
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