silent reverie

"Well, then, will you sing me a song? I've never heard you sing" asked Ruthie. "I can't. I don't know how." "Papa says anybody can sing." "It has to come from inside, and I don't have anything left inside." "Really?" Ruth said, amazed. "How did that happen?" "It all just drained out." Ruth frowned, studying Angel critically from head to foot. "You look fine to me." "Looks can be deceiving." Still perplexed, Ruth sat in her lap. "Then I'll sing to you."

So today I was scrolling through some of my old drafts that have been abandoned by their loving creator, and I came across a draft I had titled "Teacups". I remember wanting to write something about teacups but never actually getting around to it, and as I thought about it more, I wanted to write about it more. So without further ado, here is my odd little rant about teacups. Now I'm sure when you see the word "teacups" you naturally think of sophistication, or tea parties, or the Queen, or scones. All of these words invoke a feeling of calmness, relaxation, and elegance. I personally love tea, and I love tea parties (if you haven't gone to the Rose House in Queens Crossing, you should save up some money to go. it's the closest to England i'll ever be). You could understand, therefore, how upset I am over the fact that one of the most distinct and popular carnival rides is making a mockery out of these symbols of civilization at its finest. Per...

It's usually difficult for me to recount conferences or retreats that have really impacted my life without sounding preachy. I start off saying how a certain speaker really moved me and showed me something new about myself and my God, and then find myself going into a point-by-point summary of their message. But the text on the screen cannot compare to the spirit of God working through a service. So with all of that said, I'll ... try my best not to do that. At least I won't use bullet points ... This weekend, there was a youth conference that my church was asked to help with worship. The main focus of this one and a half day conference was the subject of Marriage and Purity. Going into this conference, I was not excited and not impressed. I felt that I had heard it all before (and I had), and was afraid that the speaker would be old and awkward, and the youth would be turned off by the promotion of what seems like an archaic lifestyle. My attention was focused outward for ...

The weather shouldn't affect our moods, and dictate the way we feel during the day. But thinking about my long, cloudy yesterday with its troubling thoughts and tiresome obligations, I can't help but feel excited for today's 64 and sunny day. Even before the sun has fully risen, I can hear the cheerful cries of the birds echoing off the houses and stirring inside me this strange anticipation for spring. I don't think I've ever been so excited for spring to come before. Every other year, this season has simply crept up on me, and I was too busy with life to sit down in my room and just feel the world change around me. It blows my mind when I really think about how the seasons change, about the hand of God quietly shifting the backdrop of my world as I live out my life. Somehow, I feel like there's something more to it than simply shedding layers of clothes and then putting them on again. I can't really put it into words yet. Somehow, I feel the same ho...