someday

one of my reoccurring thoughts......

yes, i would like an elephant someday......

"climbing high mountains"

"So faith looks up and sails on, by God's great sun, not seeing one shoreline or earthly lighthouse or path upon the way. Often it steps seem to lead into utter uncertainty, and even darkness and disaster; but He opens the way, and often makes such midnight hours the very gates of day. Let us go forth this day, not knowing, but trusting."

"Lord, I'm climbing high mountains trying to get home..."

-Sam Amidon

my elephant

my mom gave me a card for my last birthday with this photo on it. she said the elephant reminded her of the dreams i have and in time will come forth. i believe this, and in the journey of seeing dreams unravel before me, i am learning how to live, to wait, and to love and enjoy the life and the incredible blessings that come in full every day. i do not always see these gifts each day, but in moments like this, where i can write and think, i look at yesterday and see the beauty that inhabited it.

i would love to be able to see this beauty in every moment.

trust

"when is the time to trust?

is it when all is calm,

when waves the victor's palm,

and life is one glad psalm

of joy and praise?

nay! but the time to trust

is when the waves beat high,

when the storm clouds fill the sky,

and prayer is one long cry,

o help and save!

when is the time to trust?

is it when friends are true?

is it when comforts woo,

and in all we say and do

we meet but praise?

nay! but the time to trust

is when we stand alone,

and summer birds have flown,

and every prop is gone,

all else but God.

when is the time to trust?

is it some future day,

when you have tried your way,

and learned to trust and pray

by bitter woe?

nay! but the time to trust,

is in moment's need,

poor, broken, bruised reed!

poor, troubled soul, make speed

to trust thy God.

when is the time to trust?

is it when hopes beat high,

when sunshine gilds the sky,

and joy and ecstasy

fill all the heart?

nay! but the time to trust

is when our joy is fled,

when sorrow bows the head,

and all is cold and dead,

all else but God."

-unknown

4th of july!

Happy 4th of July Weekend!

It's a relaxing one for me:) I am here in paradise haven, aka Rosemary Beach....my home away from home. I love this place. There is nothing like it. I am here with my pops. We are having a sweet time together. I adore my father. I am so very blessed and also know all too well how rare my relationship with him is. And me realizing this, I pray I never take it for granted.

Tonight we are cooking artichokes which we both have never cooked before. We will see how they turn out;)

Right now I am sitting at the cafe that lives directly under my family's loft. Yes, coffee is very convenient. It was bright and sunny all day and not as hot as July at the beach usually is. Right now the sky is turning a dark gray.....an evening storm would be very nice. I feel the wind that might very well be from this storm on my back right now.

I should go start the dinner cooking....

Have a wonderful freedom day everybody! Be a kid and get excited about watching the colorful fireworks!:)

content

content.

i want to write about you but how can one explain the simplicity.....the beauty of you? how can one describe the shear greatness of even the sound of this word? how can one explain this act of experiencing you and how this act is really no act at all but a moment in time...a heart smiling wide just because it can. you are not to be taken advantage of, for you are only but a gift. you are a gift in a world full of many possibilities, things to do and people to see and great heights to be reached. the funny thing is, you can only be cherished when all of these things are not held onto tightly, for they are apart of life but not life itself.

content.

you are the breath breathed throughout life......

"....but the natural heartstrings haven't been snapped, and the adamic flint hasn't been ground to powder, and the bosom has not throbbed with the lonely, surging sighs of gethsemane; and not having the real death marks of Calvary, there cannot be that soft, sweet, gentle, floating, victorious, overflowing, triumphant life that flows like a spring morning from an empty tomb."

-g.d.w

good morning

a long saturday morning.......

i woke up this morning, took a shower and got right back into my pajamas. i watered the garden, threw clothes into the washer, and made myself some coffee. i have been reading, blogging, and chatting with one of my lovely roommates. we are finding out we share the same romance with blogs.

i am listening to the brazilian music of stan getz and will say, unlike most AM's, this partly cloudy saturday morning has been rather picturesque.......