Winter Whisper

Oh so Lovely

winter mornings are always goregous

with the fog that just seems to just glide across the ground

and the crisp air that wakes your eyes up.

i love watching the birds with their puffed out feathers snatch food from the bird feeder.

how lovely!!

And I thought we were friends

"Geez, what a day!", she thought as she slumped into her bed. She kicked off her shoes and began to rub her feet as she looked back on her day.

School came easy for her, but tolerating others did not. she was usually being annoyed by one immature classmate to the next. When she got annoyed she found herself wishing to be anywhere but there, not even taking advantage of the opportunity to shine.

Coming home was a joy. even though it was quiet and boring. It was comfortable and way easier to be herself.

Thunder awoke her from her daydreaming. "Crap," she thought, "I forgot to take out the trash." she hurried outside in her bare feet, pj shorts and an over sized t-shirt one with an overflowing trash bag in one hand. By the time she got the trash in the trashcan she was completely soaked. Their was no dry spot on her clothes. Though was a little frustrated as she walked back to the house something made her stop.

She closed her eyes and listened. It sounded as if 500 birds were chirping. It was beautiful! there was something else thought, deep into the chaotic chirping of the birds. She heard a cry. A cry of desperation. She recognized it oh too well, and softly sneaked away.

For He was crying out to her, begging to come to her rescue. No words were spoken but she knew that she had disappointed Him.

once again... He calls me by name

You know what i relized today? I love my art class. At the beginning the school year, i reali hated it because i didn't think i was going to be able to learn anything in that class. but I'm figuring out that i never learn the same thing twice. Even ifyou've heard it before, you'll learn something new. As long as you keep the positive glasses on. Anywho, In my art class we turn the radio station to the oldies. and yes people talk and i do chime in time to time but it's so awesome that with the music on i can just tune everything else out and sit there drawing the same sphere over and over again in different colors and be completely content. I love how God but that little something in my soul that can't help but be filled with joy whenever I am creating. He makes itwhere I can't make something without putting a little bit of my soul in it. It's all there on a piece of paper, documented. And I've relized how much he has gifted me to vent in such a beautiful way, and through it he allows me to shine. And for that I am filled with Joy once again because of course I am Chasing Joy

Ain't No Reason by Brett Dennen

there ain't no reasons things are this way
its how they've always been and they intend to stay
i can't explain why we live this way
we do it everyday
preachers on the podiums speaking to saints
prophets on the sidewalks begging for change
old ladies laughing from the fire escape, cursing my name
i got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same
a window and a pigeon with a broken wing
you can spend your whole life working for something
just to have it taken away
people walk around pushing back their desks
wearing pay checks like necklaces and bracelets
talking 'bout nothing, not thinking about their
every little heart beat, every little breath
people walk a tight rope on a razor's edge
carrying their hurt and hatred and weapon
sit could be a bomb or a bullet or a pin
or a thought or a word or a sentence.
there ain't no reasons things are this way
its how they've always been and they intend to stay
i don't know why i say the things i say,
but i say them anyway.
but love will come set me free
love will come set me free
i do believe
love will come set me free
i know it will
love will come set me free
yes
prison walls still standing tall
some things never change at all
keep on building prisons,
gonna fill them all.
keep on building bombs
gonna drop them all
working your fingers bare to the bone
breaking your back, make you sell your soul
like a lung is filled with coal, suffocating slow
the wind blows wild and i may move
but politicians lie and i'm not fooled
you don't need no reason or a 3 piece suit
to argue the truth
the air on my skin and the world under my toes
Slavery stitched into the fabric of my clothes
chaos and commotion wherever i go
love, i try to follow
but love will come set me free
love will come set me free
i do believe
love will come set me free
i know it will
love will come set me free
yes
there ain't no reasons things are this way
its how they've always been and they intend to stay
i can't explain why we live this way;
we do it everyday.

The tree house

So we just had our first retreat or gathering since the beginning of the summer and it was pretty awesome. we found this abandoned tree house/ building thing while we were clearing trails and I'm pretty positive if i wasn't already on someones property, i would've have lived there. There were screened windows at some point on every wall but they were all broken, and there were leaves everywhere (we later swept those up). The tree house overlooked a a gorgeous lake, and were surrounded by massive trees that were turning into fall colors. it was utterly amazing how peaceful and beautiful this hidden treasure was.