Do Not Merely Exist BLESSED SINGLENESS + FORSAKING IT ALL SAIL THE HIGH SEAS + BIBLE MAN ARMOR

it's astonishing

December 31, 2011

how fast the year can pass us by without once stopping to let us
 embrace the full splendor of its immaculate beauty.
Maybe that is for us to take into our own hands....


If the year will not slow down for us, then we might need to slow down for it


Two moving objects, traveling at relatively the same speed, have difficulty seeing one another as they pass by.


One must slow down to see the other. For example: while driving it is almost impossible to see a single blade of grass, lest you were to stop, get out, and examine the ground.


Those who choose to live life in the slow lane (whether in life or in the car) tend to see things that those who speed do not--life. 


Because the we-the car-are going at such a fast speed, it is difficult for us to focus on one thing outside of our little fast-paced world. 


The speed blurs out vision. It makes it hard for us to see the splendor that life has to offer. 


We're missing so much by not taking the time to just enjoy living.


Slow down. Enjoy life. Live it to the fullest. Don't merely just exist. 


Have a HAPPY NEW YEAR! Good-bye 2011; you've been both a struggle and a blessing. 

dream bathroom

I spend a lot of time in the bathroom. Not actually in front of the mirror-I actually hate looking at myself-, but to take hot showers and bubble baths. You know; the good, relaxing, end-of-the-day-get-all-the-dirt-and-grim-off-of-me meditation stuff every girl loves! 
I don't often soak in the tub. The water becomes lukewarm too fast for me. So when I do "soak" I usually wish I could read, or write while in the tub. It's a messy, disturbing thought for a writer/book carnosaur. The book could get wet, become unreadable. The pages of text that has been thoughtfully prepared may be lost forever. Which is why a cute, rustic tub table is a must in my dream bathroom.
I am a floral girl. I also like lots of color. So this soft, yet bright spring green is a perfect color for a tranquil, but vibrant bathroom. And the wall art is definitely a plus; I love nature prints. 
A nifty organization idea? I think so! It's an old tool box converted into a towel/bath soap/spa organizer that frees up counter and cabinet space. It's also a cool way to decorate the walls. Love the blue and green color combo.
What a cute way to reuse old faucet nobs. It makes the rustic, refurbished wood look awesome, and somewhat more modernized with it's sleek, white design. I love how it's a combination of storage and decor. Smart!
If there is only one thing you take away from this post, it's that I love bold patterns and colors. Black isn't my favorite color, but paired with the pure, sweet, freshness of the color white and cream, I think I can handle it. Both patterns on these soap dishes are intriguing. I want them so bad!
I actually have another sink down below. I posted this one to show off the beautiful tile. This bathroom is so sweet and simple. However, it's a little to french countryside to me.
I had to laugh at this one. Not because it was silly, but because I never thought about using these shoe mold as towel hangers. Nifty! 


Tada. The queen of the bathroom-the tub. Isn't it a spectacular piece? If only in my dream bathroom, I so wish I could soak my tired feet in this tub. it's epic. (This is the overall look and feel I want for my dream bathroom. White, fresh; some bold patterns and colors as accents throughout. A rustic spa retreat.)
Look past everything else and direct your eyes to the sink. Can you guess what the sink stand was make out of? Yep. An old table! I love how people take something old and turn it into a piece that is still useful, but has a whole new life and purpose. 
Now, I know I have a tub, but it doesn't have a shower! Ideally, I'd like a shower/tub all-in-one, but sometimes it's impossible to get everything one wants. (I couldn't find pictures of tubs and showers together.) So I decided to go with this shower. I like the look. It still goes well with the rustic feel I want to go for. Do you see the jets on this thing?!!!

handle of anxiety

December 30, 2011

Lately I have been finding myself to be a little more nervous than usual. Ha-ha...that sounded kind of odd. I mean, how much more anxious can one be when they're dealing with a life threatening addiction? (I refuse to call it an illness or a disease. It's something that can be overcome completely). Obviously I can come pretty close to trying if I have a mind to do it.

But it's no good to dwell on the "what-ifs" in life. Especially when they haven't even happened yet. Being anxious, nervous, or stressed, I tend to turn to the so-called creature comforts that Bulimia provides (these have been getting fewer and fewer as I come to terms with some things). 



Certainly not a hostage situation infused with self-mutilation practices. Does it really help me in the long run? No. Short-term? Yes, I guess. It's a strange question to be asking myself. Either way, it's harmful, disrespectful, and a violation of the body God created to be His temple.

I don't know for sure what's going to take place at Renfrew (a step-down program for girls with ED). That's what has me all squeamish inside. 


What-IF...
                what-IF...
                                what-IF...

(My life is beginning to sound like that Snoopy LIFE commercial on TV!)


Worry. Not a healthy way to deal with the unknown. And purging does not have the power to change the outcome of the future. Or rewrite my past. Or heal my bleeding heart. 

Henry Ward Beecher says it best: 
Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.
It's so true, what Beecher has to say. I have to remind myself of that very fact on a day-to-day basis. I can accept anxiety and allow it to consume my entire life. Or I can grasp tightly to the "handle of faith" and let it fill my soul.









Which one sounds better: faith or anxiety? Uh, definitively FAITH!




Thus, I would like to leave you all with a new-found favorite of mine; a verse in Hebrews.While I may not know all that's going to happen with the Renfrew situation, it's my job to relax and have faith that God's hand is in all of this. That "He who began a good work in [me] will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus" [Philippians 1:6]. 


I have to trust that God knows best. I have to rest in the fact that because I am still alive when I probably shouldn't be is a sign that there are greater things in store for me. I have to have FAITH.
Do not now throw aside that former joyful confidence of yours. It carries with it a great reward. It is absolutely necessary that you should remain constant if you are ready to do the will of God and receive the promised blessings. [Hebrews 10:35-36]

photography: sun prints

December 28, 2011

Since my photography excursion in my photography class, I learned how to make Cyanotypes (aka: sun prints)--a process used in photography that uses the sun to expose the image.

I personally enjoyed the Cyanotype process of photography more than I did the actual digital photo process (i.e. taking the photos, manipulating them in Photoshop, editing, etc.). It was relaxing, and a good excuse to get a sun tan!

I was able to make a book out of my Cyanotypes in class during the Fall 2011 semester. It was absolutely my favorite assignment! I loved the mixing of the chemicals; the painting of the mixed chemicals onto the heavy duty watercolor paper; the process of letting the painted chemicals dry in complete darkness (if you let the sun hit the chemical-paper, then it'll turn colors before you're ready!); and also the process of making a darling print out of the very objects provided by nature.

In the process of finding a place that would carry the two chemicals I need in order to make my own at home, I ran across already coated papers (aka: sun print paper). It's easy and mess free. I thought that since I found the sites for these pre-coated papers, I'd give you all the links to check them out as well. Maybe it might be something you'd like to start as a hobby. (Just a suggestion. I am in love with this form of photography!).

You can get kits for sun prints on Amazon, and possibly eBay; however I found some inexpensive kits, and packages of 10-30 sheets of paper at these sites:

  1. Sunprints
  2. Natureprint Paper
  3. Creative Kid Stuff
Happy Cyanotyping! I can't wait to try these pre-coated papers out and see if they match up to the real thing.

Wishing you wet noses, cozy bubble baths, and sloppy puppy kisses!

dream room

December 27, 2011














I have a dream room. 
                               Color
                                        Light. 
                                               Whimsical. 
                                                               Bright
                                                                         Calming. 
                                                                                       Serene.
Bold patterns.
 Light colored wood floors.
Sky lights to add a flood of sun into my room!
Windows that stretch from wall-to-wall.
Bookshelves on all walls.
A comfy seat by the window, overlooking the vast expanse of God's creation.
(Good place to study...) 
More windows? Yes!
And stairs to my loft...
With a slide to go down if I don't want to take the stairs.
(Hope I don't get a splinter in my bottom!)
And serenity.
Serene colors are good, but I'd like some pop of vivid color somewhere.
I do like the white, though.
And the windows. Again.
It looks so comfy! I want to jump in the bed right now.
(Better yet, I want to ride a wild mustang with William Wallace [aka: Mel Gibson!]*wink*)


Wishing you hugs, kisses, and kitten whiskers!

have yourself a Merry little Christmas...

December 23, 2011

let your hearts be light. From now on our troubles will be out of sight. Oh the joys of the Christmas season. No snow here in Tennessee, but I can just imagine sitting here at my kitchen table watching those little infant snowflakes transform into piles of deliciously cold and inviting snow drifts. And since I don't drink hot tea or Hot Cocoa or coffee, it excites my imagination to be able to dream about an iced Passion fruit tea as I contemplate this Christmas season. (Munching on a spicy-sweet, red and white candy cane is icing on the cake!)

But Christmas isn't entirely wrapped around the falling snow, or the delicious cups of flavored coffees, warm teas, or over-the-top chocolaty Hot Cocoa. It's about family, friends, the gift of giving, and the Ultimate Gift that was given to us on that fateful day, born of a virgin, laying in a manger inside a filthy barn.

Sometimes the words straight from the Bible tell the strongest story and show the deepest level of love God had for His creation. Thus, I cannot express to you all adequately enough how grateful I am for the gift of Jesus Christ. 

Joseph Accepts Jesus as His Son
18 This is how the birth of Jesus the Messiah came about[a]: His mother Mary was pledged to be married to Joseph, but before they came together, she was found to be pregnant through the Holy Spirit. 19 Because Joseph her husband was faithful to the law, and yet[b] did not want to expose her to public disgrace, he had in mind to divorce her quietly. 20 But after he had considered this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, “Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. 21 She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus,[c]because he will save his people from their sins.”
 22 All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had said through the prophet: 23 “The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel”[d] (which means “God with us”).
 24 When Joseph woke up, he did what the angel of the Lord had commanded him and took Mary home as his wife. 25 But he did not consummate their marriage until she gave birth to a son. And he gave him the name Jesus." [Matthew 1:18-25]
The Magi Visit the Messiah
"1 After Jesus was born in Bethlehem in Judea, during the time of King Herod, Magi[a] from the east came to Jerusalem 2 and asked, “Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews? We saw his star when it rose and have come to worship him.” 3 When King Herod heard this he was disturbed, and all Jerusalem with him. 4 When he had called together all the people’s chief priests and teachers of the law, he asked them where the Messiah was to be born. 5 “In Bethlehem in Judea,” they replied, “for this is what the prophet has written:
 6 “‘But you, Bethlehem, in the land of Judah,
   are by no means least among the rulers of Judah;
for out of you will come a ruler
   who will shepherd my people Israel.’[b]
 7 Then Herod called the Magi secretly and found out from them the exact time the star had appeared.8 He sent them to Bethlehem and said, “Go and search carefully for the child. As soon as you find him, report to me, so that I too may go and worship him.”
 9 After they had heard the king, they went on their way, and the star they had seen when it rose went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was. 10 When they saw the star, they were overjoyed. 11 On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. 12 And having been warned in a dream not to go back to Herod, they returned to their country by another route." [Matthew 2:1-12]
The Birth of Jesus Foretold
 "26 In the sixth month of Elizabeth’s pregnancy, God sent the angel Gabriel to Nazareth, a town in Galilee, 27 to a virgin pledged to be married to a man named Joseph, a descendant of David. The virgin’s name was Mary. 28 The angel went to her and said, “Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you.” 29 Mary was greatly troubled at his words and wondered what kind of greeting this might be. 30 But the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary; you have found favor with God. 31 You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you are to call him Jesus. 32 He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David, 33 and he will reign over Jacob’s descendants forever; his kingdom will never end.”
 34 “How will this be,” Mary asked the angel, “since I am a virgin?”
 35 The angel answered, “The Holy Spirit will come on you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called[a] the Son of God. 36 Even Elizabeth your relative is going to have a child in her old age, and she who was said to be unable to conceive is in her sixth month. 37 For no word from God will ever fail.”
 38 “I am the Lord’s servant,” Mary answered. “May your word to me be fulfilled.” Then the angel left her." [Luke 1:26-38]
The Birth of Jesus
 "1 In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. 2 (This was the first census that took place while[a] Quirinius was governor of Syria.) 3 And everyone went to their own town to register. 4 So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. 5 He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. 6 While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, 7 and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them. 8 And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10 But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. 11 Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. 12 This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” 13 Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, 14 “Glory to God in the highest heaven,    and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.” 15 When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.” 16 So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. 17When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child,18 and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. 19 But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. 20 The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told." [Luke 2:1-20]
I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Start making those resolutions now, but don't make them so hard to stick to that you never accomplish any of them. I know I have a hard resolution to stick to, but it's going to be worth it in so many ways!!!!!!

role of a writer.

December 21, 2011

The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.  ~Ana├»s Nin
Listening To: Bro and Sis talk about Twilight vs. LOTR
Quote: I
f barbie is so popular....then why do you have to buy her friends?

My imperishable dream is to be a novelist like Jane Austen or James F. Cooper, or any of those marvelous creative geniuses that have written captivating, stirring, defining works of art.


To have the words flow from my pen to the paper below in a swift, smooth motion. Like when water trickles over the stones in a creek bed. I want my writing to be a refined and polished as those rocks touched by the water's smooth edge.


In order to do that, however, I have found the polished writings of all authors first started with a rough, unrefined shell, which then over the years, with much practices, time, and patience, blossomed into something grand. Something to be noted as a spectacular work among the artists. 


One tip I can offer you all is this:


WRITE. WRITE. WRITE.


Write often. Consistency is the key. And perfect practice makes perfect. 


And now I leave you all, until my next tip, with some of my favorite links...


These are links that I have discovered. They offer helpful tips and worksheets for outlining novels, essays, as well as ideas, prompts, etc.  
Just to name a few!

Also, here's a video I ran across on YouTube. I thought it was cool, because some major authors give advice on how to write a novel, etc. Insightful, and inspirational. 


No anxiety. No worry. No fear. No hesitation.

December 18, 2011

This year the Christmas seasons seems to be on xfinity turbo boost! It's coming upon us so fast that I can hardly remember what I did last Christmas season. However, I am jumping for joy because Wednesday was the LAST day of school! Can you believe it? I can scarcely believe it myself. It was almost the middle of December and school was just letting out. CRAZY!




Listening to: Sleigh Ride-Any Grant

Quote: Grandma (Esther) Walton: Rise and shine, you two!


Jason Walton: I'll rise, but I sure won't shine. 
Glorious days, O glorious days!




The Lord has been ever so good to me this semester of college. It's not my first rodeo, but it sure did feel like it! I felt like a fish out of water this semester it wasn't even funny. 




It was my first time taking a class on campus. A photography class at that, too! Stressful. And then I had African American History and Creative Writing. 




I know I aced all three classes, but I can't help but feel anxious, on-edge, and very much ready to collapse. The weight of this semester is going to come crashing down on top of me tomorrow, and I'm not sure I can handle that.  


However, with ever fiber of my being, and the help of God, I must cleave to these words (or I am a dead girl!):
"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God." [Philippians 4:6]
No anxiety. No worry. No fear. No hesitation. 


That Wednesday when school let out, my mom and I went to see a counselor. She was very blunt, and informative. But I was so thrilled to have someone be so forceful in saying that Bulimia "is no joke". And boy do I know that!


So before the counselor can help my any further, I need to go get some intensive help. Hence the reason why I am going to be visiting (or rather my counselor suggested we go see) a psychologist, in the hopes of being put on some anxiety meds for short-terms reasons. (To help me deal with one thing at a time without wigging out!). 


I am all for whatever needs to be done to save my life. 


"For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will find it." [(Matthew 16:25]
Also,  this Wednesday I am going to visit Renfrew in Franklin, TN. A home for girls with various ED. My counselor says that I may need to stay there for at least 2-3 weeks minimum. I am a little scared about that, but with all these tools God is sending my way, it's hard to deny God His right to send healing my way....regardless if I deserve such a gift or not. I will take what He sees fit to give me, and in return I will continue to put my faith and trust in Him.


I am optimistic this Christmas season. Do not pity me or fret for me, for I am being taken care of by the Great Physician. I only ask for your prayers that by this time next year, I will be able to proudly state that "I beat Bulimia".


I will. I will. I will!


I hope you all have a marvelous, magical Christmas, my lovelies. 'Tis the season to be jolly, so stand up straight, walk proudly, and share with everyone you meet a kind word, simple gesture, or a huge Merry-Christmas-Jesus-Loves-You smile!

gray days and jason gray

December 12, 2011

I have mentioned that I have been in a bit of a relapse rut lately. But things are looking up; I praise God for that! I continually have to stop myself and ask myself "Do I want to get well?" or "Would I rather live this way forever, miserable and sick?" 

It's a choice I am reminded of daily by my parents, and brother and sister. It's a decision regardless of whether or not I'm out of it or not. The flush of the toilet, and what I do in the amount of time it takes for the potty water to go down the drain ultimately stands between me and living whole again. 

Before I even touch the handle of the toilet, my dad told me that this question should always come to my mind (and I try to repeat this question with every flush of the toilet I make): "What is it I want-to stay in this rut with the possibility that I may not live to graduate from college, or get married, or have kids, or die old and gray? Or do I want to live badly enough that I'm willing to do whatever it takes to beat Bulimia?"

Without a shout of doubt, God is working in my life to better His kingdom. He's blessing me; showing me the wonders of His marvelous hands, trying to grab my attention so that this little lost sheep might come back to her Father. 

Today I cling to this verse, in which I have found a great deal of comfort and joy:
"For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.” [Luke 19:10].

And every second of every waking moment, God is reminding me who I am. He's also showing me who I am supposed to be: a spunky, energetic, faithful servant who is loyal, just, kind, and above all, a daughter of Heaven. 

Which brings me to one of today's favorite musical numbers by Jason Gray titled Remind Me Who I Am.



The Dragonfly Project

December 11, 2011

I am passionate about a lot of things. But lately my passion has been for crochet. I started crocheting this past summer after begin inspired by two super amazing women from my brother's football team. It wasn't long before I was intrigued, and itching to attempt such a "difficult" feat.


After searching on YouTube (I love YouTube) I started doing the basic single crochet stitch and was instantly "hooked". Ever since I have been making cozies for mugs and laptops, cowls, wash clothes, bath puffs, and coasters.


If you didn't know, there are some ED treatment centers that are integrating certain crafts into their system as a way to help girls gain a sense of accomplishment. It's also a good way to distress and get a handle on anxiety issues. (Maybe that's why I have become a crazed crocheter...?). 


Believe it or not, it really does work wonders, because it has allowed me to get lost in something nondestructive and completely positive. I wouldn't have made a whole five days without it. It is even helping me through my relapse rut. (Although having every-other-day talks with my parents really helps the most). 


Since I have become kind of addicted to crocheting, I've decided to start up my own little cause dedicated to all those girls who suffer from Bulimia. One of the main factors that I am dealing with as a side-effect of my Bulimia (although I think girls with anorexia deal with this more frequently)-- I have other issues on top of my ED that result in a painful intolerance to the cold.


Thus I have decided to crochet afghans for those suffering with Bulimia. I want to be able to ave the afghans given directly to girls suffering with Bulimia, but also those with Anorexia if all possible. (I would never deny anyone the pleasure of being able to stay warm, even if they don't have quiet the same issues as myself. Anorexics deserve to be shown love just as much as Bulimics do!).


So, I am hoping that Mercy Ministries will allow me to crochet afghans and give them directly to the girls in their facilities. If that isn't possible, maybe they'll at least allow me to drop them off to be given to the girls by the staff.  I'm awaiting an answer from Mercy Ministries, but I am hopeful. Not only would this benefit me in the long run--doing something for others--but it'll help girls who need love and are disparate to stay warm.


I have named this crochet for a cure: The Dragonfly Project. Due to my fascination with these beautiful creatures and what they symbolize, it only seemed fitting that this crocheting for a cause be named after these intricate and marvelous insects. 






If you would like to be a part of The Dragonfly Project by crocheting and/or knitting an afghan, you are more than welcome to email me at onelife.92@comcast.net for more specific details. 

And if you aren't a knitter or crocheter, then I encourage you to make a donation to help those of us who do know how to crochet and/or knit. You will be making a positive contribution to helping girls feel warmer and more loved!

Thank you. :D




alive.

Listening To: Listen to the Sound by Building 429
Quote: "Santa Claus is gonna take one look at that bird poop and he's gonna head right back up the chimney."-J
ohn-Boy Walton 
Sunny days, chilling mornings; chewing a piece of my favorite gum, and listening to blaring Christmas disco are the miracles of my life. The fact that God has blessed me with another day to enjoy such little splendors astounds me. I am humbled.


Through the ups and downs of life, I cannot think of a better way to spend my life than worshiping my Jesus for all that He has done, and is doing in my life. 


As of right now I have a hard time keeping positive when I know for certain there will be days in which I will undoubtedly relapse. It may seem an easy fix for some-just going cold turkey and resisting the urge to vomit. 


However, I cannot explain this unnerving, unnamed feeling that I have when the urge to vomit overcomes me. I get lost. As if I am not even there. What triggers this is unknown to me, but it's not a feeling I can put my finger on and say "this is what I was feeling at the time". I don't have a feeling, really. At least not one that I can put a name to. 


It's frustrating. 


But, I have to keep holding on to that new hope. I have to cling tightly to God, have faith in His timing, and His grace. He will never leave me...but it's my job to meet Him half way. And I am having a hard time doing that, because I get to discouraged with myself when I do relapse.   


And before I leave for the day, I want to share with you a verse that has really been a true comfort to me:
 "Rest in Him finding peace and assurance that all will unfold beautifully for God will work all things for the good for those who love Him" [Romans 8:28].


Dear Jesus,
I am lost, but thankful to be alive and blessed.
I am a sinner, Lord, but I pray that you will forgive me.
Help me, give me strength and courage to conquer this battle.
Amen







There was a time I was dead inside. 
You'd call my name and I'd try to hide. 
My heart was dark and so full of shame, 
Full of shame. 


But like the dawning of a brand new day 
Your love has chased my shame away. 
How amazing, now I hear You singing over me! 
Over me! 


Loudly, I sing 
Loudly, I live 
Giving You all I have to give, 
Until the world knows the Love that's made me so alive 
I'm alive, I'm alive! 


Well, every day I find Your mercy new. 
And every moment that I spend with You 
I am overwhelmed by Grace I can't keep to myself! 

To myself! 

Loudly, I sing 
Loudly, I live 
Giving You all I have to give, 
Until the world knows the Love that's made me so alive 
I'm alive, I'm alive! 

Loudly, I sing 
Loudly, I live 
Giving You all I have to give, 
Until the world knows the Love that's made me so alive 
I'm alive, I'm alive! 


Out of my sorrow, out of my night, 
You called me into Glorious Light. 
Where all of the lost, lonely and broken 
Find Your Light. 
Shine Your Light. 


Loudly, I sing 
Loudly, I live 
Giving You all I have to give, Until the world knows the Love that's made me so alive 
I'm alive 

Loudly, I sing 
Loudly, I live 
Giving You all I have to give, 
Until the world the Love that's made me so alive 
I'm alive, I'm alive! Yeah, 

I'm alive, I'm alive, yeah!

things I love-frogs

December 8, 2011

So they're not exactly pink, but I thought this was too cute not to post. :)

I had a little jumping frog.
I trained to come and go.
We enjoyed each other's company.
and I often told her so.
She lived out in my garden,
in a clump of grass you see.
And she ate the bugs and insects.
that often bothered me.
She was busy in the early morn,
a hopping everywhere.
Of helping keep my garden clean,
of pests unwanted there.


When the sun rose high,
she hopped for home,
this frog had done her best,
And stayed till the cool of the eve,
till the sun had gone to rest.
Then when evening came,
she roamed about,
a hopping here and there.
She croaked a funny little tune,
that made me be aware.
Of the beauty of God's creation,
in a garden that pleases me.
Of fruit and vegetables of every kind,
and this frog for company.

Take time to learn about nature,
and all that God has made.
Enjoy a little bit of heaven on earth,
in the outdoors every day.
It will keep you happy and healthy,
and chase the blues away you see.
A little bit of outside happiness,
is what every body needs.

My Frog Poems - By ©  Al Albrecht