Vogue December 1950
“Miss Mary Drage is 19 years old and is dancing with the Sadler’s Wells Ballet company. She wears a full-length ball dress with grey clouds of rayon net and swooped about with grey rayon taffeta, by Rappi.”
I really love the word kindness.
All through childhood we would always be told to be kind and share our toys. Or from all the times I’ve babysat or served in the Sunday school nursery, I cannot even count how many times I have said, “Okay kids, please be kind to your friend. Please share.” As you probably know, that comment usually does not exactly work. And you have to repeat yourself a couple times before they catch on, or a child or two usually end up in time out.
Kids are pretty territorial over their toys and have trouble with being kind. However, have you ever thought how hard it is, for humans in general, to be kind and share our “toys”? Our toys could range from anything to books, to video games, to money, to friends, to craving that “toy” of gossip (alright, sounds a little cheesy, but bear with me :)). Now my dream is talking about kindness in a different perspective, but I thought this comparison to kids would help set the blog post up.
After I woke up this morning the first thing I needed to do was stop and write my dream out. I’ve done this once before and writing it out allowed me to see the fullness of lesson that could be learned. I truly believe God uses these dreams to remind me something that I’ve forgotten.
In my dream I was surrounded by other high schoolers. I remember the setting was a cafeteria with long tables* and lots of students. This one particular guy was telling me about this other student him and his friends were going to create a bug** to put inside this student they were picking on. When he told me that, I couldn’t hold the tears in. How could someone be so cruel? These students were laughing about like it was nothing. Also, the student I learned this information from, seemed like he cared for this poor boy being picked on, but I figured out he thought it was hilarious.
So, that is the extend that I can remember about the dream itself. Sadly, because there was so much more to it. Nonetheless, I’ll share a few verses and some more thoughts God taught me through this dream.
“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.” Matthew 5:8
“For God did not call us be impure, but to live a holy life.” 1 Thessalonians 4:7
“Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and to work with your hands, just as we told you, so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody.” 1 Thessalonians 4:11-12
“Avoid godless chatter, because those who indulge in it will become more and more ungodly.” 2 Timothy 2:16
“For where you have envy and selfish ambition, there you find disorder and every evil practice.” James 3:16
“Therefore, rid yourselves of all malice and all deceit, hypocrisy, envy, and slander of every kind.” 1 Peter 2:1
“…make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; and to godliness, brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness, love.” 2 Peter 1:5-7
“…love is kind.” 1 Corinthians 13:4
Many of these verses don’t specifically deal with just kindness. They deal with purity and love, which only come from Jesus Christ. Without Him, we would not be clean. Recently I’ve been noticing a lot more gossip happening around me, and I feel ashamed to say, but I’ve participated. As Christians, God calls our conversations to be uplifting and pure. That is certainly not easy when the flesh is pulling at us from all different directions.
God calls us to be kind and loving and with pure motives. I wanted to write this blog post, because thinking back to my dream, I was literally heartbroken for these cruel choices these students were making, and the poor boy that would be the victim.
Christ is heartbroken when we gossip, think impure thoughts, disobey our parents, complain about our teachers giving us too much homework, etc.
I want to challenge you that whenever you feel led to participate in something that goes against what God has taught us, talk to Him. Then talk to your mentor, pastor, your mom or dad, or someone older than you who has a strong walk with God.
Be kind. Be kind. Be kind.
Live for God. Not for the world.
All glory and honor to Him.
“Finally brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—-if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—-think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me—-put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.” Philippians 4:8-9
*It sort of looked like the Harry Potter cafeteria at Baylor University.
**In my dream this bug represented like a real bug, which causes this boy to get sick.
“I dwell in Possibility
A fairer house than Prose,
More numerous of windows,
Superior of doors.”
Today, a dear friend and I went out and embraced this cooler weather. We talked about life, and about the taste of our Starbucks orders. Live a life of possibilty. There is nothing better.
To God be glorified.
Joy is rooted in God not in you.
The idea for this blog arose from those, in my opinion, rather silly and unnecessary, Facebook picture posts regarding girls wanting guys to treat them right. The one I read said this, “Boyfriends who actually treat their girlfriends like princesses.” I’m a total hopeless romantic, and so my first thought reading that was something along the lines of, “Yes! That’s how I want to feel when I’m dating someone.”
Then I began thinking. There are basically three types of princesses. The one her people love and respect. The one her people are apathetic to. And the one her people fear; and not in a good way. I long to be the princess that has integrity, ambition, and hope. I want to be the princess who reaches out, cares for, and respects her people. I desire to be the type of princess that her people look at and automatically say, “Yep, that girl is a daddy’s girl. She IS the daughter of the King.”
In literature there are plenty of bad and unworthy princesses. They care about nothing. They disregard their duties they were born to do. They defy their parents. And they escape to the outside world which charms and deceives them. (Sound familiar? Hint: Kiss The Girl…Don’t get me wrong, Disney Princess will always be a favorite on a rainy day.)
However, I don’t want to be just another disney princess. I wish to be the princess that even before she falls in love with that imperfect prince, saved by grace, is a daughter after her Father’s heart. That’s the certain kind of princess I long to be.
Not some snobby, self-centered, disrespectful, and lonely princess who constantly dwells in weeping puddles of self pity.
I will make mistakes, and already make plenty of mistakes. “For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” (Romans 3:23) But because of the Father’s divinely and deep love for me, I have continual second chances to strive towards the princess I desire to be.
As with every blog post I write, I’m not sure how much sense this made. These are just thoughts that the Holy Spirit has been reminding me of lately.
1) Nobody’s perfect. People will fail you and you will fail people.
2) The King of Kings LOVES YOU.
All praise be to Him.
Whose way? His way!
As I’m rethinking about a particular subject, words come to my mind. “Just give it time and wait.”
One of the hardest concepts for 21st century Americans to grasp has got to be patience. We are used to getting everything we want at top speed, we’re so used to arriving everywhere as fast as possible, and we’re used to communicating the easiest and fastest ways through smart phones and cell phones period. There’s things in my life that God has to constantly remind me to be patient for. And I believe the situation I’m in at the moment has been an extremely difficult test of patience and relying on God’s timing. He’s telling me to give it time, I’m telling Him I want it now.
A song called Just Give it Time, by Jon MCLAUGHLIN comes to mind when writing this…
When I was discussing with one of my close friends about this particular situation, he said this, “you just gotta live your own life and not think too much…” Sure, those words don’t really seem to encouraging or helpful. But, the word, “live your own life” specifically stuck out at me.
I can’t continue worrying. I can’t continue dwelling on something that isn’t even occurring. I simply have to LIVE my life.
This summer has been one of the best summers I can remember yet. God is extremely good and I need to stop seeking my own worries, and instead embrace this present time in life God has given me.
“‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord.” Jeremiah 29:11
Photo taken by: Me/Serenity Photography
Model: A sweet friend of mine
You know when you have those moments you can’t stop thinking about a particular person, place, conversation, occurrence, situation, etc.? You do anything in your power to remember the words said, to remember the way the sun shined, or to simply imagine the “what if’s”. Your mind keeps playing out the memories or the day dreams over and over. The constant focus on this particular subject has your head in the clouds.
And then, there’s always that one person who snaps you back into reality. Or maybe they don’t exactly snap you back into reality, but they simply get frustrated with your constant worry, and that’s when you go write a blog post. And the writing of the blog post seems to help put your mind at ease once again. When your mind is at ease, is when you begin to admit out loud that having your head in the clouds isn’t necessarily the grandest and healthiest thing for one’s mind and emotions to be dwelling on for an extended amount of time.
I’m reading a book right now called “Dating Mr. Darcy”, written by Sarah Arthur. I won’t explain what the book is about, because my explanation would be awfully lengthy. However, I wanted to bring up that within this book, the author talks about reflection as a big part about self discovery. And one step of reflection is solitude. “But solitude is more than just being alone; it’s being alone in silence so we can really concentrate on what God and our hearts are telling us.” This quote pretty much convicts me to the core. I was reading this chapter and thinking, oh yeah, I reflect ALL the time, I’m so great at this. Feeling pretty good about myself. And then after reading this quote for the second and third time, the word SILENCE screams at me. Sure I think about things. I actually think about anything and everything way too much. To the point where I’m in constant worry. However, reflecting in silence in my opinion is very different. Reflection in the midst of silence is when Psalm 46:10 is being lived out. “Be still and know that I am God.” I say I reflect all the time, but in all honestly I’m just setting myself up for a bunny trail in my relationship with God. What I’m trying to get at is that the best type of reflection is the one when you truly escape to a place of silence. Turn off electronics, get away from the meowing cat, lock yourself in your bedroom alone if you have to. God calls us to be still. And I believe being still is one of the steps to being able to begin living your life again.
So, my mind is tired and I tried to sound all deep and wordy. And seeing that I’m not really a writer, and my brain isn’t thinking too clearly, this blog post probably doesn’t make too much sense. However, it helped me clear my head and God helped me get back on His track.
I do hope God uses this to encourage you in some way. To Him be the glory. Whose way? His way! Psalm 46:10.
It’s one of those beautiful days that I want to shout out to the whole world how I feel, but my emotions won’t fit in the limited amount of a tweet or a status.
Where I live in Texas the weather has been absolutely gorgeous the past couple weeks. Even though it’s February the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, and the smell of the outside air is incredibly refreshing.
In my English class at school, we’re reading Huckleberry Finn right now. It’s probably got to be one of my favorite school reading assignments in my years as a high school student so far. Huckcleberry Finn, the protagonist, is so content. Throughout the story, he’s dealing with moral issues and his character traits make me smile. He KNOWS how to be still. He KNOWS how to enjoy the little moments. I know he’s just a character, but Mark Twain wrote up a pretty darn good character.
Earlier today I ventured outside to a grove of trees near my suburban house and laid down in the grass and read my assigned chapters for my English homework. The moment was simply fantastic. The sun shined so brilliantly, I heard the annoying squawking birds circling above me. I saw two chipmunks running on tree branches not too far from me. And the smell of the air is indescribable; as in it was splendidly happy.
Late after I finished up my reading I ventured back outside once again for my work out. Let me tell you, there are two factors that keep me pushing through my runs. One, knowing that God is smiling down at me. And two, running keeps me healthy and fit. I finished up my stretching out on the back porch and I smelled my mom’s cookin’ through the open window. I smiled to myself thanking God for the tenth time today for the beautifulness of today.
This day seems to just keep getting better.
As I began typing this blog post up God’s faithfulness is once again proven to me as He shows me He’s answering once of my recent continual prayers with His “yes”.
I am a country fan and a couple various songs pop into my head as I think about the joyous day God has given me the opportunity to live.
“My daddy he is grounded like the oak tree
My momma she is steady as the sun
Oh, you know I love my folks
But I keep starin’ down the road
Just lookin’ for my one chance to run
Hey, cause I will soar away like a blackbird
I will blow in the wind like a seed
I will plant my heart in the garden of my dreams
And I will grow up where I wander wild and free
Oh, How do you wait for heaven?
And who has that much time?
And how do you keep your feet on the ground
When you know, that you were born?
You were born, yeah, you were born to fly” - Sara Evans
My dad is a pastor and I grew up a pastor’s girl. :)
My dad truly is the one who holds my family together. His trust in God’s faithfulness is truly beautiful.
My mom, oh my mom, she is simply awesome. She loves the Lord and she’s taught me how to be myself, and how to stand apart from the crowd.
I have four older siblings and I could go on and on about how much they mean to me. Each one of them I have a word to describe out relationships and I wouldn’t ask for any other people to be my brother and sisters.
One, two, three baby don’t think twice
Just like that you gotta brand new life
Hop in this truck and run through the red lights
Yeah where you wanna go baby, name the town
We could go up north we could head down south
Roll down the windows with the radio loud
Come on turn it up
Start livin your life
On the double leave your troubles behind
You and me we’re gonna be alright? - Keith Urban
This song is exactly what Keith Urban is talking about. This song is meant to be blasted driving down the highway on such a beautiful day, such as this.
In Christ, Christians have a new life. Keith Urban says to leave your troubles behind, and I say, GO FOR IT! God is in control of our troubles. I know we’re gonna be alright. God gives us stunning, sun-shiny days to enjoy. He wants us to live a life of indescribable joy, because He’s won the battle. This doesn’t mean we should go out and be stupid, but it means we shouldn’t forget to act during these blessed days and be free. Because, He made us free (Galatians 5:1).
I recently turned 18 years old. I’m a junior in high school and like other teenagers in my state, I sometimes wish I could be in college, living life away from my parents. And discovering independence.
Then I think about days like this. Days when I look forward to hugging my dad when he comes home late from work. I look forward to my mom’s smile in the morning and look foward to her delicious home cooked meals. I look forward to attending school close to home and seeing my friends. I look forward to the times God gives me to spend time with my great aunt at her nursing home. I look forward to going to my bedroom and reading a book. I look forward to driving down the higfhway with my older siblings, blasting that country music loud.
Laura Ingalls Wilder said it right when she said, “It is the simple things of life that make living worthwhile.”
I truly, whole heatedly believe in this. God gives us big blessings and He also gives us small blessings that sometimes we let slip by.
As a child I was scared to grow up. I would cry whenever I turned a year older. I’m 18 and it’s different. I’m going to miss the days of childhood, but at the same time, growing up I’m discovering so much more about the beauty God gives in our life. I’m discovering that He is faithful. I’m discovering that a Christian’s life is HARD. I’m discovering that God hears us and answers our prayers, even if His response is a “no”.
The purpose of this blog post was to tell others about something I’m passionate about, which couldn’t fit in the limited length of a tweet or status.
Life is mean to be lived. Love. Learn. Listen. Laugh.
“This is the day the LORD has made;
let us rejoice and be glad in it.” Psalm 118:24