Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Love Is a Bag of Marshmallows
What is LOVE? When living at Hume, i could easily give the definition answer,to put it in a sentence and even give an example. I grew up to love surrounding me head to toe, hill to hill. Moving down to Fresno, though, opened up a whole new Love dictionary. Love was not a feeling anymore (i thought it was that). I was taught in church, love was an action and not based on emotion...oh whatever. But over these last few years, I have seen love shown and not shown in many ways. Love is doing the dishes at a friends house and not even caring if they ever find out. Love is a backrub from my mom. Love is Home Depot paint sample strips with a letter written so sweetly on each of them. Love is that random Jamba I get from a friend who is in more pain than me. Love is spending hours to clean up a neighborhood. Love is a Facebook video just to say hello. Love is passing soda lids back in forth in funny ways to show appriciation. Love is the special goodnight my Daddy gives me. Love is underwear stuffed under my sisters pillow. Love is video chats while being in the same room. Love is waking up early to read the Bible. Love is a message on the bathroom mirror. Love is PEZ. Love is writing letters. Love is messing up a cookie recipe and laughing about it. Love is a dance class. Love is a Secret Sister. Love is buying dinner. Love is showing grace to the broken. Love is a bag of marshmallows and one senior who went out of the way to see if I was ok. Love is a hug. Love is the Kiss on the head. Love is the note in the suitcase while on a trip away from home. Love is Kenya. Love is my sister's passion with Special Needs kids. Love is my brother's smile. Love is the painting on my wall. Love is inside jokes. Love is a note on my car window. Love is calling me Ash. Love is the journal my mom and i have passed back and forth for years. Love is The Well Community Church. Love is patience. Love is the constant compliments from someone who truly cares. Love is found in soooo many areas of my life and have been demonstated by so many. Because of them, i srive to continue to love others and carry out such a sacred and undeserved gift :)
It's The Note That Counts
I am excited for my funeral!! I know weird to say, but hopefully my death will be a celebration with lots of balloons and marshmallows and Mexican food with ketchup and jamba and whatever else i love :) Also i so hope and pray everyone i came into contact with in my life, will see how much i truly loved my Savior and strived earnestly to share His love.
My LIFE goal is to write a note to every person I meet. well, if i met a celebrity at some point in my life, then sorry i wont write a fan letter-but ill pray for you! haha. How about i define the word "meet"- it could be someone i met at youth group or a friend of a friend that needed encouragement, co-workers, students at school, or to my dear dear friends and family. so of course i most likely won't write to a stranger. I hope i am able to share my love to everyone (which is impossible cause im human, but i will try to get as close as i can, and not turn down an opportunity). I will never end up knowing if I reached my goal or not but i know i will be happily hanging out with God.
Here is a funeral request...I want every person that comes to bring any note or letter i wrote them and if any person did not receive any letters from me (which is sad but probably going to be the case for some people) bring in mind a funny story. Why bring letters? to read them? ok maybe...remember i wont be there haha, but i want this to possibly prove that taking some time to write notes is well worth it.
I love people through my letters. Iam not the most grammatically correct writer and probably could simplify many sentences, but i write from my heart and hopefully people can see how much i really care. Receiving a note shows thoughtfulness. Someone who takes even one minute to jot a quick note down has no idea the encouragement it may have. Sure some people could care less by a letter and toss it in the trash, but there are many out there looking for a random act of kindness society seems to view as so "alien-like". (Just like Rachel Scott) This goal of mine will take my whole life and i know i am not perfect, so i may miss a few people, so to those that i meet and never write to, i apologize. Maybe this funeral request is highly unlikely...i mean letters get lost, thrown away, used as scratch paper, but in the end my hope is that, that note lifted them up in some form or another.
Maybe i want the letters that are kept, to be present at my funeral to prove something...but what? At the moment i have no like, official thought. Maybe I want to encourage others to write letters and show a simple thing can impact very many people in small or big ways. Maybe it's to show people writing notes is a passion of mine and i kept at it till i went to be with Jesus. You know...maybe i really care right now, because i am alive...but all in all, i want to leave behind my love to love others here and prove small things work in big ways. When i am dead i am sure i wont care at all where any letters i wrote end up, they are only pieces of paper, not eternal.
Well i will work at this life goal of mine, no matter the affect it may or may not have on others and after rereading all i wrote i may not even care now about my funeral...i just never really wrote about that topic so i figured i would write and through that, explore more of what i loved and wanted and such. hmmm... :)
My LIFE goal is to write a note to every person I meet. well, if i met a celebrity at some point in my life, then sorry i wont write a fan letter-but ill pray for you! haha. How about i define the word "meet"- it could be someone i met at youth group or a friend of a friend that needed encouragement, co-workers, students at school, or to my dear dear friends and family. so of course i most likely won't write to a stranger. I hope i am able to share my love to everyone (which is impossible cause im human, but i will try to get as close as i can, and not turn down an opportunity). I will never end up knowing if I reached my goal or not but i know i will be happily hanging out with God.
Here is a funeral request...I want every person that comes to bring any note or letter i wrote them and if any person did not receive any letters from me (which is sad but probably going to be the case for some people) bring in mind a funny story. Why bring letters? to read them? ok maybe...remember i wont be there haha, but i want this to possibly prove that taking some time to write notes is well worth it.
I love people through my letters. Iam not the most grammatically correct writer and probably could simplify many sentences, but i write from my heart and hopefully people can see how much i really care. Receiving a note shows thoughtfulness. Someone who takes even one minute to jot a quick note down has no idea the encouragement it may have. Sure some people could care less by a letter and toss it in the trash, but there are many out there looking for a random act of kindness society seems to view as so "alien-like". (Just like Rachel Scott) This goal of mine will take my whole life and i know i am not perfect, so i may miss a few people, so to those that i meet and never write to, i apologize. Maybe this funeral request is highly unlikely...i mean letters get lost, thrown away, used as scratch paper, but in the end my hope is that, that note lifted them up in some form or another.
Maybe i want the letters that are kept, to be present at my funeral to prove something...but what? At the moment i have no like, official thought. Maybe I want to encourage others to write letters and show a simple thing can impact very many people in small or big ways. Maybe it's to show people writing notes is a passion of mine and i kept at it till i went to be with Jesus. You know...maybe i really care right now, because i am alive...but all in all, i want to leave behind my love to love others here and prove small things work in big ways. When i am dead i am sure i wont care at all where any letters i wrote end up, they are only pieces of paper, not eternal.
Well i will work at this life goal of mine, no matter the affect it may or may not have on others and after rereading all i wrote i may not even care now about my funeral...i just never really wrote about that topic so i figured i would write and through that, explore more of what i loved and wanted and such. hmmm... :)
New Blog Promise
So this is not my first time keeping a blog, this is like blog 7, but the first public one. Blogs are meant to be shared to people who care to stop and read but my past blogs ended up being negative and a place where i would vent and walk away thinking nothing about it. Well of course no one read my posts, but why have a blog no one could read? I could write a diary if i wanted something private. So this is my first real blog you might say! I don't want to mess this one up and end up having to delete it. Haha.
For this one I promise:
1)That through any struggles I write about, I will back it up with God's truth to show that I am embracing whatever is going on, but I am willing to look past and let God have it all.
2)That I will be completely honest, not where I will put down anyone, but I won't wishy-washy it to make myself look "oh so mighty" :)
3)I will try to write as much as I can, because writing things down documents where I am at that moment and help me realize things I wouldn't have otherwise and when I look back I will see how much I grew and transformed into the woman of God I am called to be.
For this one I promise:
1)That through any struggles I write about, I will back it up with God's truth to show that I am embracing whatever is going on, but I am willing to look past and let God have it all.
2)That I will be completely honest, not where I will put down anyone, but I won't wishy-washy it to make myself look "oh so mighty" :)
3)I will try to write as much as I can, because writing things down documents where I am at that moment and help me realize things I wouldn't have otherwise and when I look back I will see how much I grew and transformed into the woman of God I am called to be.
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