He is my Shelter

Hello darlin' nice to see you

It's been a long time
You're just as lovely as you used to be :)

     If you guys know that song, you're my new favorite people.  Just saying.

     But anyways, happy Thursday!  I hope your day has been or is going lovely.  My day started off pretty great, because Leah is the best!  (She brought me a frappe this morning, she obviously knows how to win my heart). 

     So last night I went to a singing that my college has every Wednesday night, and I was actually pretty reluctant to go.  I had homework, I was tired, blah blah blah.  I went anyways, however, because Guapo (our friend) made me feel awful for having him go alone.  Guilt can be a great tool, my friends, especially when you know how to make that person feel as such. 

     Well there I am, on the floor of a small chapel with about a hundred other people or so crowding the place.  Mind you, this is a really small chapel.  I'm getting claustrophobic, my legs are falling asleep, I'm falling asleep, and it's just rough.  But then we start singing.

     Oh my lands, did I make a mistake in not wanting to go to that.  The sound of all the voices around me praising God reverberating off of the walls was so overwhelming.  I just wanted to sit there and listen to the words around me magnifying the power and glory of our Lord.  I've been very down on my luck a couple of weeks, letting little things build up and falling into a rut where I don't want to be at all.  I've felt so alone, so lost and confused about my place in life and where I'm meant to be. 

      Then this song was sung (see video), and I just broke.  In a good way.  I think Guapo thought I was asleep, but I really was just listening and fighting back tears.  I realized that I'm not alone, far from it, and I've been so oblivious to what's been going on this whole time.  I've been in God's heart.  I've been being taken care of in ways I didn't know the Lord could've provided, and I've been blessed beyond all measure.  I never was alone, God was being my safeguard. 

Matthew 28:20 "'...and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.' Amen." Amen.

"And when the winds blow He is my shelter

And when I'm lost and alone He rescues me

And when the lion comes He is my victory

Constantly watching over me."

Face Your Fears

Happy Nation Face-Your-Fears day!!
Whoop whoop! And confetti! :D
When I think of fear, I obviously think of Divergent by Veronica Roth. "Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it."
Fear is useful. It makes us wise. It hurts us but I feel that this pain is the scraping away of our weaker parts. Fear sharpens us.
Fear is an oxymoron. It leaves scars and makes us more sympathetic to other's fears. It makes us weak and also makes us strong when we face it.
I am going to name my top four fears in honor of my Divergent themed post. Number one is the greatest fear, going down from there. Number four would have to be falling of any kind but specifically slip-and-slides. I hate them. Number three would be having people be angry at me. Or conflict, in other words. It's irrational, I know, and unavoidable but I worry far more than the average person and conflict always stresses me out to the extreme. Number two would be embarrassing myself. This one doesn't make sense either because I am very easily embarrassed and spend probably 87% of every day with this emotion but I still fear it. And number one would be... drum roll please! Having people be ashamed of me. It is tied very closely with number two but different. I feel it's because I couldn't stand it if someone didn't want to hang around me. Shame is The Most Horrible Emotion ever!
So, now I've exposed four of my fears! It's agreed that they're lame but that's why it's important to face them! To "be free from it."
Thanks for reading! Like Eleanor Roosevelt said, “Do one thing every day that scares you." I hope this helps you! Love and chocolate! Leah:D

Friend Forgiving :)

    I have missed you guys so stinking much, it's ridiculous.  It feels awesome to be typing again, and the perfect weather and chirping birds outside makes it about 200% more awesome.
     So what do I talk about today? Well, I guess I'll talk about the FRIENDSHIP FORGETFULNESS (cue dramatic music here).  Friendship forgetfulness is a very hard thing that almost all forever friends go through.  It's when one party, or both parties, of the friendship becomes so comfortable that he/she/they forget that the other party has feelings.  Instead of being a friend, they be a flaw-searcher and criticize you for everything they know you hate about yourself.
     This is a superbly common thing, although most instances aren't that bad.  However, if this is happening to you, you can't let it continue.  Sure, it's fun once or twice and taken as a joke.  But after about a week of this nagging and critiquing, you just are so annoyed and so down that you could scream. (Side note: October 12th is International Moment of Frustration Scream Day.) 
     It's going on in my life, actually, and with one of my closest friends from these parts who I hold very dear.  The funny thing is that he really feels bad about it, because he can definitely tell it affects me negatively, but it still continues.  It's definitely toning down though, because once your friend hits that peak of dismissal, they start to recover.  I honestly shouldn't have let it continue, but it did.  And I feel dumb.  But, in the end, he's definitely still a great person and friend, and we should never stop being forgivers. 

     The Best Way To Kill The Friend Forgetfulness is to be a Friend Forgiver.

Take Care Y'all, and Be A Friend,
Karly :)

Home

Travel.
Karly and I traveled home this weekend and the only thing I can say about the trip is this, get out of the way Kentucky! Kentucky, although beautiful, was the worst part of the trip, traffic wise and time wise. Just get out of the way!
So I just finished watching The Host. I've seen it before but every new time, I remember how awed I am by the selflessness of a character named Wanda. She is the most humane character and she isn't even human. With enough humility, grace, and kindness, she melts everyone's heart. She uses those qualities to turn the tide back in favor of the humans. I think this says a lot about what humanity admires in this day and age. Brashness and severity are held in high esteem.  It is considered bravery to brazenly speak out about any subject. I'm not suggesting that it isn't brave, merely offering that the opposite could be true as well. Staying silent and listening or letting someone else have their moment, sometimes, could be even more courageous. Just like you're listening to me ramble! It's very kind and courageous of you! I appreciate it and will reward you with a song!

Home by Ed Sheehan! It's a great song and I couldn't get it out of my head! I hope you enjoy it!

A Little Party Killed Somebody

So, I'm listening to Karly read me the longest joke in the world. Needless to say, it's long. I'll post a link for you guys so you can enjoy it too! Keep in mind, it's not over yet so I have no idea if I'm giving you the dumbest joke in the world as well.
http://longestjokeintheworld.com
But hello! Welcome! Hope you are having/had a lovely day! My Wednesdays are always long, but it's alright because after today, the weekend is in our sights!
Travel. My favorite mode of travel is through books.
“Sometimes we set off down a road thinkin' we're goin' one place and we end up another. But that's okay. The important thing is to start.” -Ruta Sepetys Out of the Easy.

Another marvelous book. A historical fiction that really knocked me out of my seat!

Review: Josie is smart. Incredibly smart considering her circumstances, that she was raised by her uncaring, prostitute mother.

Josie lives in the French Quarter of New Orleans. The big easy. It's a common destination for those looking for a good time, but all Josie see's in it is a starting point. Her dream is to get out of the easy and make herself something respectable.

A death in the quarter throws some mystery into the story and makes it a fine party!

I definitely recommend the read and will leave you with a fine party song!

Too Close to the Sun

Good evening, darlings!

Tonight, I'm totally procrastinating on my Fundamental Concepts of Math homework, but it'll get done.  But that's not why I'm here!  I'm here to talk to you about life, liberty, and the pursuit of blogging!  Honestly though, I don't have my internal conflict that drives me to blog and work out the meaning of it all to not only the ones who read this, but to myself as well.  So I'm going to talk about Miley!

Miley Cyrus used to be my early teen years role model.  I would be watching Hannah Montana and be just so jealous of her beauty and her talent (and pretty soon her boyfriend, like Liam Hemsworth? YES!). When she dropped Hannah Montana, sure I was upset.  At the same time, she needed to grow up, and I did too. 

However, growing up isn't shaving your head, doing drugs, dancing provocatively on a married man, or exposing yourself more than anybody should except to their husbands.  Growing up is becoming mature and being able to be sincere, not acting the way Miley Cyrus does now.

What gets me even more is that she was not only my role model, but she still is to all of these girls out there who now think it's "sexy" and "hot" to twerk and portray yourself in such a manner.  But ladies, it's disgusting, to be frank.  It's not comely and you don't look like a lady, you look like bait to a terrible man. If you want to look pretty you DRESS to impress in the first place, and what makes you sexy is you being smart and strong and a beautiful woman on the inside.  Looks can come later.

I'm not going to post the disgusting display called Miley Cyrus' music video, and I don't recommend you watch it either, however I'll end with this great song Bastille performs.  I think it pretty much is the epitome of Miley right now.  One day this will be a regret for her, and I hope that regret comes about soon, to be honest.

Love and Hugs,

Karly ♥

 

Something More

       "Because he's the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now. So we'll hunt him, because he can take it. Because he's not our hero. He's a silent guardian. A watchful protector. A dark knight."

       There. That right there is it. Basically perfection.

       So I just looked up the definition of superhero on Dictionary.com and it said a hero is someone possessing extraordinary super powers. So, obviously, that's not batman. Neither is it Iron Man. Or the Black Widow. Hawkeye just had a really attractive affinity for the bow and arrow.  Even Captain America just had "enhancements" and a cool shield. None of these are the dictionary definition of superhero. I know, it ruined my day a little as well.

      As a child, being a superhero was the number one thing on my list when people asked, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" It would seriously be awesome to have superpowers, to have the opportunity to do so much good.

       Right now, with our country in such turmoil, it may feel like we're powerless because we are so small and insignificant. Yet, I remind you of Batman! Or Hawkeye! OR CAPTAIN AMERICA!

        Sometimes I still hold on to my childish dream of being a superhero, but then I ask myself why I would cling to the idea of capes and masks when I could attach myself to something more? Isaiah 53:7 is definitely SOMETHING MORE. It's what I strive for.
   
       To leave you, I'll post one song I think sticks with my theme. Help I'm Alive by Metric.