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Just A Little Brave

Just A Little Brave

The walls feel so very tall

Surrounding me into one single place

I feel so trapped and helpless

Instead of sturdy and safe

 

I know that if they crumble,

they will fall down around me

But alone I cannot hold them up

I cannot push against gravity

 

 And the reasons to give up are many

Because I cannot see the way

But even so I know it’s time to fight

Because I can be just a little brave

 

I can’t hold the walls up on my own

And I can’t stop their falling away

But I can push with all my might

Because I can be just a little brave

 

The dragons are so close to me

And my armor has been stripped away

They snap their jaws and breathe their fire

And I can’t stop the things they say

 

They are so large and powerful

And I am very, very small

I can hardly fight this army of giants

With flapping wings and deadly claws

 

            And the reasons to give up are many

            Because I cannot see the way

            But even so I know it’s time to fight

            Because I can be just a little brave

 

            I cannot fight them all and win

            And I cannot put their fires away

            But even with this knowledge in me

            I can still be brave

 

The waters are large and crashing

The ocean is not beautiful tonight

And the currents are pulling me

And the darkness drowns my light

 

I cannot swim, I cannot breathe

And the shoreline seems so far

I feel my soul begin to sink

I can no longer see the stars

 

   And the reasons to give up are many

            Because I cannot see the way

            But even so I know it’s time to fight

            Because I can be just a little brave

 

            I cannot fight the ocean currents

            Or conquer the crashing waves

            But still I look to shore and sky

            Because I can be brave

 

Sometimes in life we feel this way

So trapped, surrounded, or drowning

There seems no hope, no way, no light

There is no need for expounding

 

We cannot always see a path

There isn’t always a clear way

But even so we all must try

To be a little brave

 

   And the reasons to give up are many

            Because you cannot see the way

            But even so you know to fight

            Because you can be just a little brave

 

            And this bravery may at first be false

            A front, a mask, so to say

            Courage, I’ve found, must be grown

            But you can be just a little brave

 

Sometimes this is really all we have

Sometimes the next step is covered in rain

But you lift your foot and plunge ahead

Because you can be just a little brave

 

A warrior you may not be at first

A requirement is to train

But even in these moments

You can be just a little brave

 

            And the reasons to give up are many

            Because you cannot see the way

            But even so you know to fight

            Because you can be just a little brave

 

            Please do not despair

            Even if you cannot see the way

            Even in your darkest moments

            You can be just a little brave

 

And that is really it, you know

That is all that it takes

One step into the darkness

Just a little bit brave

 

It helps if you have a reason

No matter how small it may

One single tiny reason

To be just a little brave

 

             And the reasons to give up are many

            Because you cannot see the way

            But even so you know to fight

            Because you can be just a little brave

 

            I have my one single tiny reason

            My reason to be a little brave

            Small eyes and a ready laugh

            Unquestioned love each day

 

And there you have it

A small reason though it may

A child’s laugh and ready love

Are my reasons to be brave

 

Because my reasons to give up are many

Because I cannot see my way

But even so I’ll take my step

Because I can be just a little brave

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To Be Perfectly Honest

I will be completely honest with you and say that the reason I started this blog was because I was urged to do so by family and friends. Apparently, they think I’m funny or something. The odd thing is, right now this blog is pretty much anonymous and all of you know a lot about me without knowing anything about me. It’s like a giant paradox. All of those people who wanted me to begin this blog don’t even know that I have. Continuing with being perfectly honest, sometimes I don’t even know why I blog. Most of the time I’m pretty sure that my posts are quite meaningless and do not get read. And here I am, blogging about blogging. Yet another paradox, I think.

But here I go. Now that you know why I began this blog, I’m going to tell you a few reasons why I’m continuing with it. (In no particular order, of course.)

  • I found that I hugely enjoy it (which I knew I would…one of the reasons I didn’t want to start doing it. I know, my life is littered with paradoxes.)
  • It is challenging. Blogging has shown me a lot about myself as well as my writing. Though, truth be told, if you read one of the novels I’m working on I promise they sound much better than most of my shpiels.
  • I enjoy looking back on my day and thinking about something that stuck out to me and then writing about it.
  • I love the feeling of getting a like on a post. Not because I need that reassurance or anything, because when I blog about something it always comes from the heart, but because I hope that means that I touched somebody’s life in a small way.
  • I’m hoping that one day a purpose to my blog might surface. I always told myself that if I ever blogged I’d have a purpose…well, obviously that didn’t really happen. I think the reason for that is because my brain is always going a million miles an hour and I’m thinking about so many different things that I couldn’t possibly contain all of it into one purpose. So, if that bothers you, I’m sorry it bothers you but that’s just the way it is.
  • Most of all, I continued with this blog because it is fun! I’ll be the first to admit that I watch my blog and reader like crazy because I just enjoy it so much. I love writing posts, I love reading posts, I love knowing what other people have to say. There have been many times I’ve looked over my blog and felt complete despair because I realized how stupid I must sound to many of you. I’ve come very close to deleting my account a time or two, I won’t lie. But I didn’t because then I thought about how much fun I’ve had and how sad I would be if it was over.

And so there you have it. To be perfectly honest, I’m quite glad I wrote this.

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‘Tis the Season

708214f8f71a9fd4f036657a28b504d4There is something that my mother says to us often. The thing you have to know about my mother is that she is basically the most amazing person on this earth. It is from her that I get my deep love for Christmas. Christmas is the best time of the year at our house because of my mother. She always makes it so incredibly special, she never fails to remind us what it all really about and why we have the traditions that we have. But the one thing that she says to us is this:

Christmas is not one day. It is the season.

The reason that I post this the day after Christmas is because I believe it with all my heart. I love Christmas so much and I look forward to it so much that each year when the clock turns to December 26th I have to try really hard not to cry. But this year I’ve been thinkinga5a09c98436d5f2e98be077b99d8a226 a lot more about this phrase. Particularly because it is so true. What would Christmas Day be without the Christmas season? It is all one big thing, one giant piece of happiness and joy and we can share not for just one day. That is why, at my house, Christmas is not over.

A few days ago I was in town with my nephew getting a minor repair on my car. As we ate popcorn and watched Tom and Jerry I couldn’t help but overhear the people at the front desk complaining over the Christmas season. There it was, two days before Christmas, and they were already wishing it away. I felt like crying or running over there and beating them up (let’s face it, it’s kind of the same thing…). Because they were SO missing the big picture. We give each other gifts as a symbol of love, as a symbol of the gift that Jesus Christ was to this earth. Christmas is about spreading that joy and happiness, and because of that it is not just one day. If we could keep that in our minds, then the joy, peace, and hope we feel during this season would last all year.

Today, I encourage you to remember this. Have joy in your new gifts, feed your soul, and remember why we get this opportunity. Because Christmas is not over.

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No Greater Gift

No Greater Gift

It was a week before Christmas, and 8 year old Emily still hadn’t found a present for her mother. She had thought so many times about the perfect present; about what would make her mother cry or have that special warm feeling. What could she give her mother to show her appreciation?

And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Cæsar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed…And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city. And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judæa, unto the city of David… To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.

Even though she was surrounded by the joy of Christmas, music playing, presents and wrapping paper littering the house, by Christmas Eve Emily still didn’t have a present for her mother. She felt very troubled, indeed.

And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.

Looking at the gifts her older siblings had found, Emily felt that since Christmas was but one day away and because she was so very small, there was certainly nothing that she could give her mother that would show her love for her and make her feel that special Christmas feeling.

 And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger…And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.

Emily kept her concerns to herself throughout the Christmas Eve gathering of her family, hoping that sometime that night she might get an idea of what to give her mother. But as she participated in the Nativity with her cousins and her family sang Christmas carols, Emily suddenly felt tears prickle the back of her eyes and joy fill her heart.

And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying:

For Emily then realized what Christmas was truly about. Looking around her family and the love she felt in her heart for them and the Spirit of Christmas which surrounded them, she knew that Christmas was not about the gifts, the wrapping, the bows, the holly, the tree, the snow, the food, or the lights. Christmas was about the birth of the Savior of the World, sent to redeem all mankind. Christmas was a time for feeling the love of the Savior, and for spreading it to others. The greatest gifts given to men were that of the Savior and His atoning sacrifice. Emily knew that she could give her mother no better gift than the knowledge that she understood this. And so it was that on Christmas morning when Emily’s mother opened her gift brightly wrapped in bows and ribbons, she found but a piece of paper which read:

“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.”

For Laughs

Dear Tomato Sauce: I Hate You

I think it is safe to assume that we all have one object in this world that we’ve had a life-long feud with. For some people it might be a certain article of clothing or a hair hunts-tomato-saucebrush or something practical like that. But not me. Of course I have to be the one person on this earth who has a feud with something so random and unexciting. Yes, you guessed it. Probably because you read the title of this post, you clever thing. But it’s tomato sauce.

It’s not that I don’t like the taste of tomato sauce. In fact, I think tomato sauce is a wonderful and delicious invention. It is rather the finding of tomato sauce that I have a feud with. I don’t know what it is, but ever since I can remember every time I went to the pantry or went into the grocery store to find tomato sauce I can NEVER find it. It is that one item that no matter what, rain or shine, 6 years old or college student, I can NEVER locate. Ever. Not to save my life. Probably not even to save this world, I’m sorry to say. So I’m just warning you, Reader, that if the fate of this world ever depends upon me locating tomato sauce, you’re going to die. Let me apologize just in case that inconvenient circumstance should ever befall mankind.

2b0b91b18d87e2e292c4ff8d0e7c4bbcDear Tomato Sauce:

I hate you. And the minute I find you, I’m going to tell you so.

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Possibilities

Possibilities

Sometimes I sit and think

about what it means to write

I do write, I try not to even blink

I simply sit and wonder

 

Sometimes I sit and dream

of touching souls with my words

Of them staying up late to read

the things I wrote before

 

It is strange feeling

to only sit and think of writing

To calm a mind reeling,

and think only of the possibilities

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Note to Self

Today, I need to tell myself a few things. As a person whose brain is constantly in overdrive, sometimes I just get overwhelmed. The sad thing is, even though my brain is678966f1f612440b33b8533dd384f9ed always in overdrive, it isn’t usually with anything particularly constructive. I’m either worrying or daydreaming. Great combination, right? Anyway, ahem. Dear Self:

  • Someday really read your own blog posts.
  • Please, for the love of all that is good, stop worrying so much. You’re driving me crazy.
  • Stop stressing about things that you cannot change or are too far ahead. When you get there you’ll know what to do. If you can’t change it, pick up your feet. Have faith.
  • Try looking in the mirror and thinking something positive for a change. Try this five times a day. Mean it. a4afdc29d21b423dcc238fef46cc5d16
  • Believe in your own abilities. Knowing what you are talented at isn’t vain. Remember where it came from and develop it in order to enrich your life and the lives of others.
  • Did I mention….please stop stressing and worrying over EVERYTHING??
  • Try and see yourself the way your nieces and nephews see you. Get past what you’ve built yourself as.
  • Remember that everything happens for a reason. Cliche? Yes. And you’re not always going to know why, not even most of the time.
  • Act on the lessons you learn. You have a tendency to learn a lesson but then keep doing what you were doing before you learned it. Which basically means you didn’t learn it very well.
  • Wear your special perfume every day. Today will only happen once. 09609607ca91ab2024e6bd82f38aa226
  • Slow. Down. Life moves fast enough already.
  • Remember what is really important. One year from now, what exactly will you remember?