The Ink Of Dreams

Her name was Jenny. She was a ordinary girl for the most part. She never stood out in the crowd and most days she was overlooked. She never wanted to stand out though. She preferred the solitary life, where she attended school unnoticed. Then returned home where she found solace in writing about the life she wish she had. Something magical happened when she wrote though. She didn’t just write a story but became the story. She could write herself into any place and time. She had been able to do it ever since she was able to pick up a pen. Jenny’s parents had skipped out on her when she was only 6, right after little brother Michael had gone missing. They never found him, and most everyone believed that they never would. So she lived with her aunt in a tiny house on the lower part of New Orleans and most days her aunt never noticed her comings or goings. The great thing about it though is while she was away in her story, time passed slowly in reality. So she was able to go wherever she wanted whenever she wanted, and not worry too much about missing anything.

Today though was a dreary day, a hurricane was on the move and most everyone was leaving town but Jenny wasn’t worried. The levy’s would hold back the water just like they always did. So she turned the lights off, sat down at her desk and lit a candle. She listened to the wind beat against the windows and watched the shadow of the rain trickle down the wall. She wasn’t sure where she was going today, but she felt like going somewhere beautiful, and magical. Some place sunny where she could rest her mind. So she began to write, and as she wrote her pen became her thoughts. She closed her eyes and when she opened them she was in the middle of a field of daisies. The light of the sun fell perfectly on her face. She closed her eyes taking it all in. Smiling as the daisies came up off their stems and danced around her, singing her favorite song as they swayed. She danced with them, spinning in circles in her yellow sun dress before falling to the ground laughing along with the flowers. She leaned back and  looked up into the sky, as the clouds began to form into shapes. The billowing white clouds came together forming a herd of horses, and the crash of thunder rang in her ears as they raced across the sky. Then silently she closed her eyes and within minutes drifted off to sleep.

 When she woke up the everything was just as she had left it. Perfect. She yawned and stretched out looking around wondering what she could think up next. Then suddenly something happened she didn’t understand. Something she didn’t write.

There, 20 yards ahead of her was a large White Tiger. She stood there, frozen. Unsure of what to do. Never had something come into her writing that she had not thought up. As much as she wanted to be afraid, she couldn’t. She only felt peace and then suddenly and overwhelming sense of curiousity. She began to walk towards the Tiger as if in a trance. The sun reflected brightly against its white fur and she stopped shielding her eyes. Then out from behind the Tiger stepped a small boy, she couldn’t’ make out his face against the light of the Tiger, but as the boy stepped out in front of the lion she gasped. “Hello Jenny” the boy voice was soft and sweet like a melody. Jenny fell to her knees, as he walked toward her. Tears instantly pouring down her face then disappearing before they hit the ground. She reached up her hand and cupped the side of his face “How are you here Michael?” she whispered. She had tried to write Michael into her stories many times but could never remember exactly how he looked. His face gleamed with beauty, everything about him was more beautiful then she remembered. Even his once brown eyes were dancing in a mixture of green and blue. “We have come to take you home Jenny” he replied grabbing hand and pulling her to her feet. “We?” she asked , searching her brain for any excuse to why this might me happening. He pulled her towards the white tiger who stood exactly in the same spot as before. “Yes, Rapha and I have come to take you home” he exclaimed. Jenny came to a stop only a few feet from the Tiger. It’s eyes stared into her. They were soft eyes though, and when he looked at her she couldn’t help but feel complete, and as if the Tiger were looking at her in adoration. “Come now Jenny” the tigers voice sent a shudder through her body and it filled the air around her like a song. It was neither the voice of a woman or a man but something she had never heard or explain. Something she could of never thought to write. “I am home, I mean..I was, and then I came here…” but before Jenny could finish everything disappeared around her and all she was standing outside her house in New Orleans. The rain pelted against her house and the wind blew around her but she didn’t move or get wet. That’s when she saw it, a huge wave of water coming towards her and her house. She tried to run but couldn’t and watched in horror as the rushing water flew past her and through her house, and when the water settled her house was gone, the water had taken it without hesitation.

Before she could blink she was back in the field. She stood there in silence. “The levy’s broke, while I was away...they said that wouldn't happen...” she whispered staring at ground. Then she felt the hand of her 4 year old brother fill her own, and he looked up and whispered “Let’s go home.” The sadness of what she had just seen vanished the instant he touched her. She turned grabbing her little brother and hugged him. Crying as she did. She was so overwhelmed with joy, and happiness and love that she completly forgot about everything back home. Then they both walked hand and hand into eternity with Rapha.

Imagine Me

Iwill it to wash over me
just like the waves at sea
entangling my beauty
and everything that be
Peace come like the ocean
Grace like an evening breeze
and hope like a hunger.
Let life thirst for me
Fill me up and let me drowned
in a crystal waterfall
 and let the pounding of my heart be the only sound.
Pass through my soul with valiance
lift me up into the sky.
We'll dance around the thunder
Victory our cry.
If ever you should leave me
I would merely fade to dust.
Tears would be my melody
and earthly things my lust.

In A Dreamer's World

I remember when I was a child, I believed anything was possible, and believed everything I read in the books. There was this great big magical world out there and I wanted to find it. If you knew me as a child you would have probably thought I was a little weird, after I watched The Land Before Time I walked around on all fours carrying my fake baby dinosaur around in my mouth. I remember after watching Peter Pan how badly I wanted to fly to Never land, so I decided to build wings, and I was going to fly away to Never Land and live with the lost boys. So I spent 2 days cutting out cardboard wings and gluing leaves I collected off the trees to my wings. Finally when they were done, I could barely sleep. It was the night before I would take off. I had my back pack packed and when daylight hit the next morning I was on that roof before anyone woke up. Standing on the roof, I remember feeling at that moment like I was the smartest human on Earth. With my wings tied to my arms with white yarn I cut off the blanket my mom made me, I looked up at the sky smiled and took 5 steps back then with one huge breath I took off running forward and in one giant leap and a quick flap of my wings, I was in the air, and just like that I hit the ground and a sharp pain shot through my face. When I finally was able to comprehend what had happened I realized when I fell and hit the ground my knee shot up and hit me in the face, I now had a busted lip and a bleeding nose. I never tried to fly again, but I still think about it and how cool it would have been. My point to this is not that we should go try to build wings and fly to Never Land but that we should all revert back to our childhood when to us anything was possible when nothing could stop us from what we wanted, we were cowboys and Indians in our own back yard, we were princesses in our tree houses waiting for our princes to rescue us from the dragon. We believed in something bigger than what we were, and when we believed in ourselves. We all need to go back to when our faith could move mountains and we believed our dreams could come true, because they can. Life is an adventure, and with God anything is possible. Don’t conform to this world, but live out loud, do what you want and chase after your dreams because in the end, you will wish you had. ….So here is too all you dreamers and adventurers who have the courage to let go and chase after your dreams, may you find everything you were looking for, and many things you weren’t .

It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door," he used to say. "You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.
J.R.R. Tolkien

Beautiful Words

“Do everything you want to do, whenever you want to do it.”




"But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles.."Isaiah 40:31




The King is enthralled by your beauty

Pslam 45:11

“All I know is that even when God really wants to accomplish something, he doesn’t do it alone. You still have to go to that restaurant. You still have to show up. You still have to build a bridge...to that person or place” -SG

"And I knew just as surely, just as clearly, that life is not a work of art, and that the moment could not last." - A River Runs Through It

"Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts. "

"Healing takes courage..and strength, and God's strength is sufficient"

Two are better than one... ECC 4:9

What I want to hear is "Pick a place. I'll be there, I promise." -TLH

Knew I could never hold that girl, She was born to see the world, All I got is a picture she mailed me, Barefoot in the snow white sand -Kenny Chesney

"And I laugh everytime I start to think about us. We sent that summer out in style" Tim Mcgraw

Days Dreaming Again

Someday I’m gonna find that road leading straight to you
Even if it takes forever, I know he’ll see me through.
I’m packing my bags and I am traveling light.
I’ve left it all behind me, and I know I’ll be alright.

The Feeling

Something inside we can’t ever tame.
It’s a feeling, a touch, or maybe a thought.
A cry from inside at the price that were bought.
It’s hearts on fire, pounding in peace.
The life that were given washed up in grace.

It’s what I need and what I feel.
Everything that could ever be real
Dancing across the warmth of a soul
Breaking free and asking for more

It’s a voice inside screaming my name
breaking, falling and hurting and pain.
It’s the road we run, the road we choose
I am a runner in a race that I will never lose.

It’s the world stopping at my very feet
The place where sin and salvation meet.
It’s holding on to more than what we see
My heart is set on eternity.

Beauty

What is beauty? Is it something we see or something we feel?

At one point in time, if not many, we all as woman struggle with our self worth. There are constant reminders in the magazines we read, the shows we watch and the rejections we face that we must achieve perfection to get what we want and to be accepted. We begin to believe that beauty is only skin deep. When in reality beauty is something felt and seen with our minds and our spirits, and comes from the “Wellspring of life”, our hearts. Beauty is more than the clothes we wear, or the way we look. It is more than physical perfection. Beauty starts inside and reflects outward. It’s the way we love, it’s the way we live, it’s God in us. When we realize that,and begin to work more on our hearts rather than our hair, then that is when we truly become beautiful..from the inside out.

SOAR

Never alone, always with you
We run and we fight our way through.
Up against the worst kind of things
But I look up, and you give me wings
To rise above all this pain
I soar through the sky when you call my name.