November 30, 2013
"All I Can Do Is Miss You..."
Shannon Saunders has seriously been the artist of the season for me. Whenever I reminisce back to Fall 2013, I'll remember her. Beautiful songs.
November 28, 2013
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
I have so much to be thankful for.
Wishing you and yours a wonderful Thanksgiving :)
Wishing you and yours a wonderful Thanksgiving :)
November 25, 2013
Sobriety
Sometimes the most sobering news is... you're not all that...
Oh yeah. I said it.
BUT, to avoid the catastrophe that you become delusional, such sobering news needs to be tamed and combined with the fact that you are a masterpiece in your own right :)
Oh yeah. I said it.
BUT, to avoid the catastrophe that you become delusional, such sobering news needs to be tamed and combined with the fact that you are a masterpiece in your own right :)
November 19, 2013
Filled to the brim
It's tough when it feels like there are a million things going on in your life and you have to keep constant track of it all in your head. And it's the absolute worst when you think you can't even take a break because you have so much to do.
Then I'm gently reminded that I don't have to have it all figured out, and it's okay to let the chaos just encapsulate you for a minute.
Doing my best, and trusting in Jesus.
Then I'm gently reminded that I don't have to have it all figured out, and it's okay to let the chaos just encapsulate you for a minute.
Doing my best, and trusting in Jesus.
November 18, 2013
I think it goes without saying...
... if I've shared my personal problems with you before, then, yes, I would like to talk about them in the future; don't be afraid to bring them up -- in fact, I'd actually find it very kind and caring of you to ask how I'm doing now in regards to said problems.
It's the strangest thing to tell someone your deepest problems and them not bring it up in the future. It's as if the topic didn't really matter or at least I interpret it like that. I can only confide in someone so much about something so personal, especially when the problem is so pervasive in my life, without sounding completely egocentric. But people will act their own ways.
This just lets me know if trusting you with my personal problems was a good idea or not. No hard feelings to you, but to mine, a downer.
It's the strangest thing to tell someone your deepest problems and them not bring it up in the future. It's as if the topic didn't really matter or at least I interpret it like that. I can only confide in someone so much about something so personal, especially when the problem is so pervasive in my life, without sounding completely egocentric. But people will act their own ways.
This just lets me know if trusting you with my personal problems was a good idea or not. No hard feelings to you, but to mine, a downer.
November 16, 2013
A note on character
The true test of character is in the absence of the environment it was grown in.
Eponine
Oh dear Eponine
Is it beyond a doubt that all you had been through led up to that moment in Marius's arms? And all you felt in his embrace was worth all the rain. If such is the case, then it can be said you died how you wanted to, or, at the very least, the best way you could have ever wanted to die. For you took it upon yourself to accept that your dreams were simply unrealistic, and, within your bounds, instead you lived such that the person you loved had the love he desired -- not yours. You were the flower who grew in the rain whose sun shined on not. But for just for that one, sad moment, you received the best love you could hope for, in insurmountable thanks, and sung the happiest song to the happiest ending.
Is it beyond a doubt that all you had been through led up to that moment in Marius's arms? And all you felt in his embrace was worth all the rain. If such is the case, then it can be said you died how you wanted to, or, at the very least, the best way you could have ever wanted to die. For you took it upon yourself to accept that your dreams were simply unrealistic, and, within your bounds, instead you lived such that the person you loved had the love he desired -- not yours. You were the flower who grew in the rain whose sun shined on not. But for just for that one, sad moment, you received the best love you could hope for, in insurmountable thanks, and sung the happiest song to the happiest ending.
November 14, 2013
November 13, 2013
Oh when push comes to shove...
Don't lose your humanity. A vicious world doesn't have to produce vicious people. Instead, it could produce virtuous people with quite a level of skill to deal with vicious people and a vicious world.
Oh how many times I've been tempted. Countless.
Oh how many times I've been tempted. Countless.
November 11, 2013
Midterms tomorrow...
Second round of midterms start tomorrow.
You bet I'm caffeinated. Hashtag, collegelife.
You bet I'm caffeinated. Hashtag, collegelife.
November 10, 2013
November 9, 2013
In loving memory
This past week the pastor at my parish passed away. It all happened so fast. Less than three weeks ago I was hearing him celebrate Mass and speak his homilies... honestly, I'm going to miss him very much. Fr. Terry Fulton was the priest at St. Maria Goretti Parish for the past four years and the past four years I've grown in my faith tremendously; he was there to help me in my growth, always very supportive and always thankful for my volunteer work in the parish.
The moment I found out about his passing I was in a shock I wish I could have denied at the time but couldn't. I found myself going to Starbucks in a surreal state, standing in line in a dreariness, and ordering a hot mocha -- Fr. Terry loved this drink and having coffee in the morning. It was all I could do at that moment. I guess it helped me to remember his presence.
I'll miss him and I'll never forget him, and I'm thankful for having been a parishioner at his church. May perpetual light shine upon him and may he rest in peace in the love of Christ. Hopefully, I'll see him again someday on the other side.
The moment I found out about his passing I was in a shock I wish I could have denied at the time but couldn't. I found myself going to Starbucks in a surreal state, standing in line in a dreariness, and ordering a hot mocha -- Fr. Terry loved this drink and having coffee in the morning. It was all I could do at that moment. I guess it helped me to remember his presence.
I'll miss him and I'll never forget him, and I'm thankful for having been a parishioner at his church. May perpetual light shine upon him and may he rest in peace in the love of Christ. Hopefully, I'll see him again someday on the other side.
November 3, 2013
And in the blink of an eye...
...all the memories flash back. Every ache, every tear, every laugh, and every smile. All the memories. There's a surreal feeling whilst reminiscing, a sad yet sweet and comforting warmth in every flashback.
And all I can do is smile and thank God for every single moment that happened. I may not know what the future holds, but looking back, it all turned out absolutely wonderful. And with the warmest and softest release I know, I let go.
Jesus, truly He made it all happen.
And all I can do is smile and thank God for every single moment that happened. I may not know what the future holds, but looking back, it all turned out absolutely wonderful. And with the warmest and softest release I know, I let go.
Jesus, truly He made it all happen.
A speck of snow on my shoulder
You know that pang of emptiness you feel when things change? It's hard for me to close myself off to the fact instantly, I'm unable to operate like that, and I'd hate to. It's as if to say what used to be wasn't really important to you in the first place, in other words to grieve is always going to be necessary. But what I'm feeling isn't hopelessness; no faith is lost here. It's simply just loss, a loss.
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