as published by The Rebelution Living through bruises, scrapes, dislocated shoulders, cavities, chemistry corrections, flat tires, airport delays, toilets that need cleaning and carpets that need vacuuming, diets when cakes (sadly) have too many calories in them… The moments I just described aren’t fun, romantic, or beautiful — not like the things I usually like to write about. All these things are annoying. A nuisance. But hard things, small and big, are a part of life. Amazing post by my friend on this same topic, somehow posted on the same day:
Don't Leave The Moments Behind
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'Twas a magical night in the land of Narnia, with woodland forests and snow-layered lights.
Breaking news: In just a little under a month and a half, I am planning on traveling to a foreign country with Touching Lives for Christ! ✈️
We will be going to.... The Cincinnati Homeschool Convention is always a highlight of my life. And this year was pretty awesome. Mexico was the place that changed my life forever, that inspired many of my recent longings to share Jesus with the world. I bet you've never seen all the photos and videos in one place - so here you go! May these hilarious yet meaningful times never be forgotten.
All that is gold does not glitter; not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither; deep roots are not reached by the frost.
J. R. R. Tolkien It’s the end of the day, and you failed. You didn’t do what you set out to to that morning, your to-do lists left forgotten and crumpled in the back of your brain. You procrastinated. You still have the same amount of worries and troubles, possibly even more. Things are not getting done. Your bright hopes of optimism are gone, and you are left in a puddle of lethargicness on the floor, trying not to feel guilty at all you had left behind. The day was a failure, an absolute waste. The day is over. And you didn’t take advantage of it.
Today my mom left for Texas, and as she was leaving for the airport with her cute little carryon, I started thinking about my own trip last year. The one I went on planes to get to. My own experience trying to be adventurous and daring and making mistakes. So I decided to share my top ten tips for Mexico, just in case you guys are going someday. Hopefully this will help you to not make the same mistakes I did, and encourage you along the journey. If not, enjoy anyway. Here goes...
a novel by Rachel Coker
It's all a hunt, a search for the words to say. Writing is a journey, a safari of the imagination. You have to go somewhere. And if you don’t start going somewhere, you never will.
"He craned his neck to look down at the typing keys, realizing his hands weren't on the keyboard anymore. The story was being written out...by itself."
My fellow writers and I have collectively gathered together some of our favorite books of all time. Open the door, dear friend, and be introduced to "The Master List." I hope it serves you well.
Look up and look around you. The faint whisperings of the wind are calling, the faraway dreams are passing by. You glance up, and for a moment you can almost make out the answers, but fog passes by again. There is silence. The haze of the future may be blinding you, the cords of never-knowing-the-future binding you. And the moments of right now will never happen again. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away. ~ James 4:14
Bookstores are going out of business. Libraries are no longer used. And online ebooks seem like the way to go.
But are they? Was that a knock?
It hurts to see. I'm blind with weakness, Delirious from blissful dreams to pain of life. Eyes crossing, Dragging heavy, Shadows of myself chanting, hoping, waiting, but They will never come home I say, They will never come home. "You can't wait for college? It's not all it's cracked up to be."
"It's not youth camp anymore." "To all those seniors who say 'can't wait for what the next chapter holds,' it holds agony and textbooks. That's what it holds." Dear future college self, please don't be like this. I've always thought I wanted to be those hardcore missionary martyrs that when they get tortured or get their head chopped off, they have an amazing testimony and say some beautiful words right before they die that inspire others. I've always thought if I was ever in that situation I would be brave and daring. For some reason I've always thought that I wanted to die for Jesus in a tragic courageous way. Because of his sacrifice for me on the cross. But I was thinking about all these morbid death things and suddenly a phrase popped into my head. I don't care how you die. I care how you lived. Ever since I was little I have been making survival kits. They have recently morphed from compasses and ropes to more modern things; I decided to make a blog post about it so you can make one too.
Whether you're going to Panera Bread, a boring airport, or an exotic jungle, you'll need to customize this kit to your survival needs! Need help? Let's get started! It's Saturday now, a day where I can feel rested and productive, relaxed and peaceful. Ahh.
The weekdays are so hectic. I'm around people too much. I have a lot of work to do, and not much time in which to do it. But even though I'm almost cringing while saying this, I'm going to say it anyway. Don't live for the weekends. |
about the authorAs a 21 year old aspiring teacher, Karissa loves to write, travel, play piano, and read. Many creative things have her heart. archives
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