I remember the summons. The trumpet call per say. It sounded over my life and left me quivering in the wind like a banner with a sudden realization of new abounding purpose.
My words are powerful. The weight behind what they say could be the unravellings of my dreams. But I won't let it be. I don't know what makes up the composition of a good writer. What people find so delicious about their vivid prose. I find there are some books where each sentence is a mouthwatering morsel to the mind.
At the same time I read books that make me need to fight simply to read through the next page. If they are of edifying quality I do persevere towards the end. If not, well I close them, set them aside and wait for a more benevolent mood to pervade my consciousness before I try again.
The only problem is I have yet to realize what makes the difference between the former and the latter. I am determined to find out even if it takes me my entire life. It seems that one of the few things that has been hugely on my mind lately is writing. I suppose there's no surprise there considering what I am about to undertake.
From the 1 of November until the 30th of that month I have determined to undertake the challenge of so many others. I will write 50,000 words within that time all on the same book. Yep you read it right. I'll just end this postnow to give you time to get over the shock of it ;).
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Make of It What You Will...
Every day I fight with that demon that tries to control me. My struggle shows progress from the days when he did have me under his crushing influence. I now have help, but that is a long story I don’t think you would--actually, I think you should hear it. It may be a strange tale but it happened to me. Make of it what you will but this is something I cannot withhold without denying you the greatest experience of my life. The tale of how I first learned to live.
It is the demon that tells me I am worthless. The one who comes to me, drags me to the bottom and after silent screaming tells me no one can hear me. No one would care anyway. That I'm not worth the air I breath. It would have been better never to have existed because then I wouldn't have taken up space.
I take his thoughts and images and ideas shoved down my throat and swallow it all. I take it as fact, a solid reality of what the rest of the world must think. I see from the inside of this dark cone. This existance that defies acceptance and cries out for an end. I take it and want to give up. This is the edge of depression. This is the edge of darkness.
I turn around and look through eyes covered by his lies. Everywhere I see the things that reinforce the power of his bond over me. I forget about his existance. It is only me. Alone I stand faced with the truth that there is no reason to fight. Truth has the greatest power is that not what I've always been told.
I am still and silent. No more hope throbs through my mind like the blood beating through my veins. I am a disgrace of the race I was created to be a part of. Nothing I do or have ever done is worth anything and all I am is a dead weight to the world. I should just give up. No one would care if I simply disappeared. Simply existed no longer. Life would go on.
But there is a side I cannot see from here. I am blind to it's existance. He stands just beyond where I sit. In thunderous anger and panic and tears he pounds with all his mighty force upon the prison of my lies. Sweat turns to blood on his forehead from the excruciating amount of his agony. What does he suffer for so completely? Me.
His voice is hoarse from roaring at the heavens over me. His clothes are in shreds from his prodigious torment over my chains. The mountains tremble with the power of is emotion. Earthquakes and catastrophes cover the land that is empty and without life. He will not give up. In his endurance his passionate fury and vociferations for me he lasts for days in a violent battle for my life.
With dogged tenacity and awe-striking willpower he turns to the last resort to defeat the devil that holds me in its grasp. He stretches out and turns to take the final blow that was meant to end my life. The uproar of the elements, of thunder and oceans in turmoil and lighting and the wrending of the earth, there was a sudden silence. Time stood still, if in this place it existed at all. Nothing stirred for an eternity that lasted three days. The fires and storms ravaging the earth continued in their paths of destruction.
If this were a story this would be the point where everything ended. This would be the point that you throw the book against the wall and have your own little tantrum of the unfairness of it all. But I am here writing this am I not? Had that been the end I would not be alive. He who died was my loving Jealous Guardian. He who died had power to subdue the whole earth. He who died had power to give life and bring distruction.
He who died, died wholly. But then the miraculous happened. The only being in greater athourity than he raised him from his death. In his death he had gone to a place of infernal feriocity. Through fire and brimstone he went to the place too terrible to write about, the place of no return.
He went to the demon who had power over me and fought those three days for me. He took what was given to me. That which I had handed over to it. He took it back to himself. It was life. When once his task was accomplished the one who's athority was greater than his raised him from that death into life once again and put him above all else. His name held the greatest power and authority for he was the one who had battled and fought death and conquered with life.
I was utterly unaware of what raged beyond my silent depression. In the stifling thick darkness I was ready to give up. I longed for an end and reached out to give myself release. But before that darkest deed could be done a dot, a tiny light, distracted my attention. For a moment I had something real to focus on something other than myself.
As I looked through bleary eyes without hope at that small fragment of light it grew. I had become so adjusted to the darkness my eyes began to sear with pain. The pain made me blink and groan reaching up to try and block out the horrible light. The pain began to rouse me, I wanted something. I desperately wanted something for the first time since the beginning. The beginning of what? I didn't know. I wanted that light to go away. I wanted the pain to stop. I wanted to scream but still I was not awake enough for even that.
I rolled and writhed on the ground trying to block out the light. But it grew brighter. It surrounded me. I forgot where I was and only focused on the pain. Then suddenly a voice like rolling thunder sent a shock like a lightning bolt through my being.
"Awaken. Come to me. Come. Wake up, you have been asleep for far too long."
It was soft and gentle but to my ears that had been deaf to noise for so long it was too loud. A new pain sourced in my ears began throbbing through me. I finally dared open my eyes again. I forced myself to focus through the pain and slowly it began to ease. My eyes began to focus. As they did I saw a man. He was dressed entirely in white and shining like the sun.
He must be where all this light is coming from. I would have asked him to go away if I had been able to think but I couldn't speak. My eyes adjusted more and I realized he was no ordinary man. If I had been fully myself he would have taken my breath away. As I was I lay there forgetting the pain that still throbbed through my head and stared dazedly at this divine being.
He was human, I could see that, but somehow so much more than just human. Words escaped my muddled confused mind to describe him then but still there are no words to express his awesome existance. Like a wave of electric current flowing out in a pure untamed form I was struck by his presence. It flowed through me, radiated from me and utterly surrounded me. I felt more alive then it seemed possible, as if at any moment I might explode from the amount of life surging through me.
To simply be alive in the same world as this being made me want to jump and shout and sing and cry and laugh and...live. Tears blurred my vision and I shook with the powerful emotion that struggled to find its way into expression. I lived again. I was awake. I drew breath for what seemed like the first time. The air set my lungs on fire and again there was pain but I could bare it now. I was alive and he was here beside me. Nothing could stand in our way.
He knelt beside me and gently drew me into his embrace. The sweet rich scent of earth and sky, flowers and fruit and even sound such as that of a mighty waterfall and a cooing dove, filled my lungs and I rested.
After a long while he lifted me in his strong arms and put me on my feet. Looking into his eyes I knew he had a purpose for my life. I knew that I was not worthless to him. He made me want to live, to love, to exist.
"Will you come walk with me?" he asked.
My eyes brightened and I nodded breathlessly. He took my arm in his and turned towards the world.
"I have so much to show you."
I could sense the excitement in his voice and I felt it flood me as well. We took a step in unison and I began to truly live for the first time.
It is the demon that tells me I am worthless. The one who comes to me, drags me to the bottom and after silent screaming tells me no one can hear me. No one would care anyway. That I'm not worth the air I breath. It would have been better never to have existed because then I wouldn't have taken up space.
I take his thoughts and images and ideas shoved down my throat and swallow it all. I take it as fact, a solid reality of what the rest of the world must think. I see from the inside of this dark cone. This existance that defies acceptance and cries out for an end. I take it and want to give up. This is the edge of depression. This is the edge of darkness.
I turn around and look through eyes covered by his lies. Everywhere I see the things that reinforce the power of his bond over me. I forget about his existance. It is only me. Alone I stand faced with the truth that there is no reason to fight. Truth has the greatest power is that not what I've always been told.
I am still and silent. No more hope throbs through my mind like the blood beating through my veins. I am a disgrace of the race I was created to be a part of. Nothing I do or have ever done is worth anything and all I am is a dead weight to the world. I should just give up. No one would care if I simply disappeared. Simply existed no longer. Life would go on.
But there is a side I cannot see from here. I am blind to it's existance. He stands just beyond where I sit. In thunderous anger and panic and tears he pounds with all his mighty force upon the prison of my lies. Sweat turns to blood on his forehead from the excruciating amount of his agony. What does he suffer for so completely? Me.
His voice is hoarse from roaring at the heavens over me. His clothes are in shreds from his prodigious torment over my chains. The mountains tremble with the power of is emotion. Earthquakes and catastrophes cover the land that is empty and without life. He will not give up. In his endurance his passionate fury and vociferations for me he lasts for days in a violent battle for my life.
With dogged tenacity and awe-striking willpower he turns to the last resort to defeat the devil that holds me in its grasp. He stretches out and turns to take the final blow that was meant to end my life. The uproar of the elements, of thunder and oceans in turmoil and lighting and the wrending of the earth, there was a sudden silence. Time stood still, if in this place it existed at all. Nothing stirred for an eternity that lasted three days. The fires and storms ravaging the earth continued in their paths of destruction.
If this were a story this would be the point where everything ended. This would be the point that you throw the book against the wall and have your own little tantrum of the unfairness of it all. But I am here writing this am I not? Had that been the end I would not be alive. He who died was my loving Jealous Guardian. He who died had power to subdue the whole earth. He who died had power to give life and bring distruction.
He who died, died wholly. But then the miraculous happened. The only being in greater athourity than he raised him from his death. In his death he had gone to a place of infernal feriocity. Through fire and brimstone he went to the place too terrible to write about, the place of no return.
He went to the demon who had power over me and fought those three days for me. He took what was given to me. That which I had handed over to it. He took it back to himself. It was life. When once his task was accomplished the one who's athority was greater than his raised him from that death into life once again and put him above all else. His name held the greatest power and authority for he was the one who had battled and fought death and conquered with life.
I was utterly unaware of what raged beyond my silent depression. In the stifling thick darkness I was ready to give up. I longed for an end and reached out to give myself release. But before that darkest deed could be done a dot, a tiny light, distracted my attention. For a moment I had something real to focus on something other than myself.
As I looked through bleary eyes without hope at that small fragment of light it grew. I had become so adjusted to the darkness my eyes began to sear with pain. The pain made me blink and groan reaching up to try and block out the horrible light. The pain began to rouse me, I wanted something. I desperately wanted something for the first time since the beginning. The beginning of what? I didn't know. I wanted that light to go away. I wanted the pain to stop. I wanted to scream but still I was not awake enough for even that.
I rolled and writhed on the ground trying to block out the light. But it grew brighter. It surrounded me. I forgot where I was and only focused on the pain. Then suddenly a voice like rolling thunder sent a shock like a lightning bolt through my being.
"Awaken. Come to me. Come. Wake up, you have been asleep for far too long."
It was soft and gentle but to my ears that had been deaf to noise for so long it was too loud. A new pain sourced in my ears began throbbing through me. I finally dared open my eyes again. I forced myself to focus through the pain and slowly it began to ease. My eyes began to focus. As they did I saw a man. He was dressed entirely in white and shining like the sun.
He must be where all this light is coming from. I would have asked him to go away if I had been able to think but I couldn't speak. My eyes adjusted more and I realized he was no ordinary man. If I had been fully myself he would have taken my breath away. As I was I lay there forgetting the pain that still throbbed through my head and stared dazedly at this divine being.
He was human, I could see that, but somehow so much more than just human. Words escaped my muddled confused mind to describe him then but still there are no words to express his awesome existance. Like a wave of electric current flowing out in a pure untamed form I was struck by his presence. It flowed through me, radiated from me and utterly surrounded me. I felt more alive then it seemed possible, as if at any moment I might explode from the amount of life surging through me.
To simply be alive in the same world as this being made me want to jump and shout and sing and cry and laugh and...live. Tears blurred my vision and I shook with the powerful emotion that struggled to find its way into expression. I lived again. I was awake. I drew breath for what seemed like the first time. The air set my lungs on fire and again there was pain but I could bare it now. I was alive and he was here beside me. Nothing could stand in our way.
He knelt beside me and gently drew me into his embrace. The sweet rich scent of earth and sky, flowers and fruit and even sound such as that of a mighty waterfall and a cooing dove, filled my lungs and I rested.
After a long while he lifted me in his strong arms and put me on my feet. Looking into his eyes I knew he had a purpose for my life. I knew that I was not worthless to him. He made me want to live, to love, to exist.
"Will you come walk with me?" he asked.
My eyes brightened and I nodded breathlessly. He took my arm in his and turned towards the world.
"I have so much to show you."
I could sense the excitement in his voice and I felt it flood me as well. We took a step in unison and I began to truly live for the first time.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Rubber Band
I'm glad God made me a little like a rubber band. You can stretch me out, twist me around something several times, drop me, or step on me and I'll still bounce back to the way I was originally. If you pull me back but then let me go I'll go flying where you send me. Sometimes I might hurt people without knowing it but I try and help hold things together.
For some reason I'm such a flobient(made up word) person. I will fly sky high with joy and turn around and fall into a deep pit. Thankfully I redily climb out of that pit quickly. Perhaps I feel a little like David. He was a very expressive person. Because his heart and life was so tightly aligned with God, his emotions were tied deeply into that relationship. When he did something that didn't please God he was thrown into the depths of despair until it showed in his physical health.
In my relationship with God purity is key. When I sin I feel like a stone is put on my heart and weighs it down heavily. When I do something that isn't quite sinning but not in alignment with God's will the same feeling comes. I try to hide away from the facts and say to Him and myself,
"No, no. That's not what I mean."
He knows best but I still haven't been able to trust him completely. A lot of that is my fault. I haven't taken the proper amount of time to get to know him. I don't separate a time to spend with him everyday even though I should. I'm in the least busy part of my life and if I can't be with him every day during this time then when will I ever?
So I'm a rubber band in the hands of God. I just haven't let myself be stretched as much as I can be. Instead I'd rather be left hanging on a door handle.
I need to read His Word enter His World and get to know who he is.
For some reason I'm such a flobient(made up word) person. I will fly sky high with joy and turn around and fall into a deep pit. Thankfully I redily climb out of that pit quickly. Perhaps I feel a little like David. He was a very expressive person. Because his heart and life was so tightly aligned with God, his emotions were tied deeply into that relationship. When he did something that didn't please God he was thrown into the depths of despair until it showed in his physical health.
In my relationship with God purity is key. When I sin I feel like a stone is put on my heart and weighs it down heavily. When I do something that isn't quite sinning but not in alignment with God's will the same feeling comes. I try to hide away from the facts and say to Him and myself,
"No, no. That's not what I mean."
He knows best but I still haven't been able to trust him completely. A lot of that is my fault. I haven't taken the proper amount of time to get to know him. I don't separate a time to spend with him everyday even though I should. I'm in the least busy part of my life and if I can't be with him every day during this time then when will I ever?
So I'm a rubber band in the hands of God. I just haven't let myself be stretched as much as I can be. Instead I'd rather be left hanging on a door handle.
I need to read His Word enter His World and get to know who he is.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Jealousy
Here I am like a long lost relative showing up to drop off a cake like I never was gone. (That's my newest form of an apology for not writing.)
Now onto the topic that is given you in the title. It's a feeling I haven't had frequently over the course of my life. This makes me unequipped to deal with it when it does come to grace me with it's ugly face. I hate how powerless I feel against it. I want to be able to anticipate the green vermin at the door before it makes it's way into my heart.
I have no idea if it is something that should flatter him/her who it is directed at but I know it certainly does nothing to help bring people closer in friendship. There is an unexplainable bitterness that comes into the voice and mannerisms of a person suffering from this slimy creatures presence. Nothing that the victim of a jealous person has done would have triggered it necessarily caused it. Sometimes bragging or any other slightly annoying trait might have lead to it but often the person had little to do with causing it.
When in some amount of success or 'good luck'* the person reaches a goal that said jealous person has dreamed of there is the possibility of such envious thoughts. From personal experience, I have discovered that one of the best way to help loosen the grip of this green demon is by encouraging the jealous person in the area you might figure out that their jealously came from.
Anyway I'd best actually wrap this up and post it. Even if the thought isn't complete.
Amy
Now onto the topic that is given you in the title. It's a feeling I haven't had frequently over the course of my life. This makes me unequipped to deal with it when it does come to grace me with it's ugly face. I hate how powerless I feel against it. I want to be able to anticipate the green vermin at the door before it makes it's way into my heart.
I have no idea if it is something that should flatter him/her who it is directed at but I know it certainly does nothing to help bring people closer in friendship. There is an unexplainable bitterness that comes into the voice and mannerisms of a person suffering from this slimy creatures presence. Nothing that the victim of a jealous person has done would have triggered it necessarily caused it. Sometimes bragging or any other slightly annoying trait might have lead to it but often the person had little to do with causing it.
When in some amount of success or 'good luck'* the person reaches a goal that said jealous person has dreamed of there is the possibility of such envious thoughts. From personal experience, I have discovered that one of the best way to help loosen the grip of this green demon is by encouraging the jealous person in the area you might figure out that their jealously came from.
Anyway I'd best actually wrap this up and post it. Even if the thought isn't complete.
Amy
Friday, July 31, 2009
Inadequate Transformed by Grace into Beautiful
As I was going through a lot of my posts I noticed a similar theme through it all. Something I know isn't right. When I get close to heart issues I cut myself down and tear my own character to pieces. This is NOT humility. It's lack of self esteem and I'm learning that it makes God's heart ache over me when I do it.
He loves me and doesn't want me to see myself as so inadequate, weak, and unworthy. He didn't create me that way and wants to show to me more and more each day the way he sees me and the way he made me to be. The more you believe something to be true the more likely it will come true. I am beautiful. I know. Not in pride, but in fact. He made me that way :).
If you want more on this topic, I've written a longer segment on it and just say something in reply to this post.
God is My Precious Treasure,
Amy
Precious Treasure of God. :)
He loves me and doesn't want me to see myself as so inadequate, weak, and unworthy. He didn't create me that way and wants to show to me more and more each day the way he sees me and the way he made me to be. The more you believe something to be true the more likely it will come true. I am beautiful. I know. Not in pride, but in fact. He made me that way :).
If you want more on this topic, I've written a longer segment on it and just say something in reply to this post.
God is My Precious Treasure,
Amy
Precious Treasure of God. :)
Old Drafts, Newly Posted!
I started going through my old drafts and finding ones I wanted posted. Here they are. For one reason or another I wasn't happy with them at the time so I didn't post them. Either they weren't complete or cut too close to the heart in any event. I've posted them up and here they are:
The 'Duh' Moments of Life
The 'Duh' Moments of Life
Words of Another to Fill for my Own Lack
Skittish Mind of Mine
Music! Musique! Musik! Música!
Life is Life and I am Laughing
I don't want a Relationship, I want a Friend.
Stepping Stones to Godliness in my Heart
He Know's Best, Whether We Like It or Not...
There you go :). I hope some of them are ok.Friday, June 26, 2009
Disk Golf, Lost, Found, Family, and Friends
It being the 26th of June I am begining to see the error of my ways by not writing and am trying to start being the writer I pray God has made me to be. Through HARD work and CHALLENGES I hope to make it all the way...
It is 1:41 in the morning here and I must go to bed. First though, I must tell you about yesterday. I started the day with a strange dream about living at my Aunt Ruth's house on the bottom of a sloping green mountain that was climbable but very steep. I was with all my cousins and we climbed the hill/mountain in search for a good place to go for a nice walk in the forest. The way to get to which was on a highway at the bottom of the hill. Anyway, we climbed and I didn't look back because I am scared of heights. When we got to the top I almost went over a ridge before I realized it was actually a straight cliff drop to where I wanted to go. The forest was faaarr far away below.
At the top I think we were going to go down the side of the cliff. Anyway there was a contraption my uncle was using to check our healthiness. I was rather worried because I was thinking about how much I'd been eating on this vacation and I'd probably gotten out of shape a bit and gained weight. I woke up before I could find out.
It was the strangest wakeup call I've ever gotten, that was undeniable. My dad and brother, Josh, were singing "Happy Birthday Not to you.". I was stirred out of my deep wondering sleep questioning, "Who's birthday is it then?" I was instantly summoned to breakfast and being fully clothed jumped out of bed and joined the family at the table upstairs at the Boys house :). (Yes the names of our hosts were the Boys.)
After a HUGE breakfast of amazingly good quality we made our way out the door to go have a family outing of Disk Golf. If you don't know what it is. Ask me. I needed to get something at the store before we went so Josh kindly took me there first (No R2D2 it was not your Rolling Stones magazine. I have yet to get that :P :)).
Because of our little excursion we didn't have directions to get to the place to play Disk Golf so we got thoroughly lost. I still enjoyed the time because it was spent with Josh, even if it was a getting-to-be-frustrated-and-currently-preoccupied Josh :). A moment spent with him is never a wasted moment.
We eventually got there (with help) and had a very enjoyable time playing the game. I enjoyed the romance of running through fields of grass in a long flowing skirt. (Girls you should try this sometime :).)
Skipping the time we spent at the bank, I got to see where Joshua works as well as meet his co-workers. Ducky being the most entertaining, fun, and memorable one :). I hung out there for a long while and then went to Barnes and Noble looking for said magazine-ahem :) saying all this cuz you're probably the first to read this :). Instead I found and read the first 60 pages of Miles to Go--Autobiography of Miley Cyrus :).
After watching some more Shrek at the Mac Store, I left with Josh for Fabric Depot, where my good friend Sarah McCarty works. We ooo'd and aaa'd over a lot of cloth and how it would make good fairy/nymph/elf costumes :). We are two peas in a pod really :). Then Sarah took me home to her house and we've been hanging out here since. I've enjoyed our conversations extremely much :). We talked about movies and friends and fears and crushes and all manner of wonderful things :).
Now it has gained time and I say adu at 2:12 AM. Goodnight all who care to read these ventures.
P.S. It's nice to have my possessions back, including my computer :).
Amy
Not Edited :)
It is 1:41 in the morning here and I must go to bed. First though, I must tell you about yesterday. I started the day with a strange dream about living at my Aunt Ruth's house on the bottom of a sloping green mountain that was climbable but very steep. I was with all my cousins and we climbed the hill/mountain in search for a good place to go for a nice walk in the forest. The way to get to which was on a highway at the bottom of the hill. Anyway, we climbed and I didn't look back because I am scared of heights. When we got to the top I almost went over a ridge before I realized it was actually a straight cliff drop to where I wanted to go. The forest was faaarr far away below.
At the top I think we were going to go down the side of the cliff. Anyway there was a contraption my uncle was using to check our healthiness. I was rather worried because I was thinking about how much I'd been eating on this vacation and I'd probably gotten out of shape a bit and gained weight. I woke up before I could find out.
It was the strangest wakeup call I've ever gotten, that was undeniable. My dad and brother, Josh, were singing "Happy Birthday Not to you.". I was stirred out of my deep wondering sleep questioning, "Who's birthday is it then?" I was instantly summoned to breakfast and being fully clothed jumped out of bed and joined the family at the table upstairs at the Boys house :). (Yes the names of our hosts were the Boys.)
After a HUGE breakfast of amazingly good quality we made our way out the door to go have a family outing of Disk Golf. If you don't know what it is. Ask me. I needed to get something at the store before we went so Josh kindly took me there first (No R2D2 it was not your Rolling Stones magazine. I have yet to get that :P :)).
Because of our little excursion we didn't have directions to get to the place to play Disk Golf so we got thoroughly lost. I still enjoyed the time because it was spent with Josh, even if it was a getting-to-be-frustrated-and-currently-preoccupied Josh :). A moment spent with him is never a wasted moment.
We eventually got there (with help) and had a very enjoyable time playing the game. I enjoyed the romance of running through fields of grass in a long flowing skirt. (Girls you should try this sometime :).)
Skipping the time we spent at the bank, I got to see where Joshua works as well as meet his co-workers. Ducky being the most entertaining, fun, and memorable one :). I hung out there for a long while and then went to Barnes and Noble looking for said magazine-ahem :) saying all this cuz you're probably the first to read this :). Instead I found and read the first 60 pages of Miles to Go--Autobiography of Miley Cyrus :).
After watching some more Shrek at the Mac Store, I left with Josh for Fabric Depot, where my good friend Sarah McCarty works. We ooo'd and aaa'd over a lot of cloth and how it would make good fairy/nymph/elf costumes :). We are two peas in a pod really :). Then Sarah took me home to her house and we've been hanging out here since. I've enjoyed our conversations extremely much :). We talked about movies and friends and fears and crushes and all manner of wonderful things :).
Now it has gained time and I say adu at 2:12 AM. Goodnight all who care to read these ventures.
P.S. It's nice to have my possessions back, including my computer :).
Amy
Not Edited :)
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