Filler Days

Three things today:

1. Four square at home with neighbor friend

2. Bought two more Owl City albums (Of June and Maybe I’m Dreaming) 

3. Cut some gnarly rocks from Styrofoam

4. Listened to hymns

5. Wanted Gatorade, got lemonade instead (slightly disappointed)

6. Dreaming about buying my Williams Legato 88-key digital piano

You know those days that simply are? Nothing very extraordinary or even bad happens. You just live. These are the days that you never remember in the future. These are the days  that so un-extraordinary that it’s almost boring.

Tomorrow

  1. Adam Young releases a new film score!
  2. I go to church for play practice
  3. I go to church to decorate
  4. I practice the piano

Sounds like a good time. 🙂

Wise, Old Panther Cat

I saw the Panther cat today. He was sitting on the brick wall this afternoon. I was tired from working, and so I went out to greet him. He blinked his green eyes cautiously and stayed behind the bush where he crouched. I peered back and stretched out a welcoming hand. Stretching out his black head, he sniffed my hand and nudged it. I pet him for a while and took this time to tell him about myself.

“Hello Panther Cat,” I started, settling myself on the wall, “My name is Claire. What is yours?”

We had a great conversation about flowers, mice, and pesky cicadas that always buzz much too loudly when one is trying to have an afternoon nap.

“I’ll tell you a story if you tell me a poem,” I said. Panther Cat agreed and I started.

“There once was a girl who loved to look at the sky and make observations on it. One day, when she was astutely observing the night sky and finding constellations, she heard something that made her look down.

“A piano. The notes struck the air with a satisfyingly bright noise. They seemed to float along on a cloud. The girl looked down from the rock where she always sat and tried to see where the music was coming from. She could see the notes away in the valley, they were sparkling, gold lights in the darkness.

“The girl followed the golden orbs of sound to their source and found a piano. It was sitting beside the road. It was white and shone like a pearl in the moonlight. A boy sat at the bench. Every time he played a note, a sparkling orb of golden light floated up and away from the piano and into the air.

“When the song ended, a new one began, this one was soft and soothing, and silver. The girl desperately wanted to say something, but when the song ended she had nothing to say but the truth. She clapped and the boy turned to look at her. ‘Thank you,’ she said, ‘You made me look down from the stars and realize that life really is on earth, and it can be more beautiful than the stars.’ The End.”

The sage Cat nodded his head and I pet him some more. “You promised a poem.” And it began.

The shy young girl

And the sage old cat

Sat on the wall

Discussing this and that

They both loved talking

About pink lemonade

They both loved stories

And red in all its shades

Colors were their favorite

Topic of debate

Which was the best

They each tried to expatiate

But when, at the end of the day,

They forgot their fighting

And cast their worries away

Stories appeared with the stars

Among their dusky brightness

 The stories were waiting to be told

Every evening a new one

A beautiful mystery to behold

It was hard to let them go

So when the sun began to rise

And reminders of real life appeared,

They looked up at the morning sky

Because hidden in the folds

Of the bright blue sky

Their stories were waiting

For the next night

“That was a lovely poem,” I said to Panther Cat. “It sounds just like something I would say.”

I don’t really know why I just wrote that. It was based on my experience today. I saw a black cat and church we (me and my sister) called him Panther Cat. 🙂 Good times. 

 

Scriptures Sunday

I think I’ll actually start a “segment”-ish thing on my blog today. I will try to post a quote from scripture every Sunday. Sundays are a day that I spend at church and with my family, and I usually don’t have a lot of time for blogging. I think something really quite simple like this would be fun. 🙂

Oh, the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are his judgments and how inscrutable his ways!  Romans 11:33 

But who are you, O man, to answer back to God? Will what is molded say to its molder, “Why have you made me like this?” Has the potter no right over the clay, to make out of the same lump done vessel for honorable use and another for dishonorable use? What if God, desiring to show his wrath and to make known his power, has endured with much patience vessels of wrath prepared for destruction, in order to make known the riches of his glory for vessels of mercy, which he has prepared beforehand for glory— even us whom he has called, not from the Jews only but also from the Gentiles?  Romans 9:20-24

God’s great sovereignty! 🙂

Beautiful Life

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I write about beautiful things all the time. I guess that’s because there are many hard things in this life. I acknowledge this. Life is hard and seems to make no sense. What I try to do here is not ignore the hard things about life, but remembering the beautiful things. By showcasing my love of life and beauty I hope to also show where this love and happiness come from in my life.

I didn’t used to be able to look around on busy or hard days and see beauty. I’m learning that the world is beautiful even when I don’t notice it. Every day I find it easier to see that beauty. Even when It’s hard.

Things I love:

I love burning, hot blacktop. I love playing “two-square” in the shade. I love running around the church and balancing on the wall behind it. I love the little green spider I tried to save. I love buying Gatorade and Pop Tarts from the dollar store. I love silent church buildings. I love fluffy white puffs that float through the air and turn into golden spots when caught by the sunlight. I love surprise summer showers that pour down in an angry torrent. I love listening to covers of old hymns. I love knowing that I am loved.

For I am His, and He is mine. Bought with the precious blood of Christ ~ In Christ Alone 

Oh to grace how great a debtor, daily I’m constrained to be. Let thy goodness, like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee.

Prone to wander, Lord I feel it, prone to leave the God I love. Here’s my heart, oh take and seal it. Seal it for thy courts above.

Unto you I pledge my love. ~ Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

If you really try and look for beautiful things then something will come up. Life is beautiful, even when it doesn’t seem like it.

Sovereignty and the Cotton Candy Sky

I’m hungry and it’s going to be a busy day.

The sky was cotton candy colored earlier. You know, blue with stripes of pink throughout. I like the way that looks.

I’d rather pick flowers than fights.

I woke up the is morning and was very glad that I had set my Bible beside my bed last night (this morning at 1:00 actually). I woke up at 5:45 am, strangely refreshed, and picked up my Bible. Opening it to Romans chapter nine, I read.

Guess what?

God is Sovereign

Can you believe it? Sometimes I forget and pretend that I’m actually the sovereign one. I pretend like I’m in control of everything. In reality, I am in control of so little. God controls the turning of the earth. He controls the movement of the sun. He made me and chose me. He chose me even though I disobeyed Him. He is sovereign in everything He does. He knows where I’m going and will be right there with me at all times.

14 What shall we say then? Is there injustice on God’s part? By no means! 15 For he says to Moses, “I will have mercy on whom I have mercy, and I will have compassion on whom I have compassion.” 16 So then it depends not on human will or exertion, but on God, who has mercy. – Romans 9:14-16

I am not my own, for I have been made new. Please don’t let me go. I desperately need you. – Meteor Shower (Owl City)

The truth is that no matter what happens today, God is still in control. And, He still loves me. 🙂

A Beautiful Day and Honesty

Thought One:

The wind is blowing through the trees. They are all in sync. All of the trees in my neighborhood dance to the music of the softly blowing breeze.

I look up at the sky and see the sun, peeking through the clouds. Metaphors pass through my head as I squint up at it. I hold them each in my mind for a millisecond before letting them go like dainty butterflies.

I look at the ground and see many things. Life flows around them and connects them all together. They are all connected by life and the one who gave them that life. The pink peonies shyly nod at the visiting bees, and people pass by; their unique story swirling throughout and around them like the enticing scent of a mysterious perfume.

Throughout everything in my world this afternoon flows the beautiful hope of a summer yet to happen. Memories are waiting to happen, lives are waiting to change, and dreams are waiting to be made and accomplished. Everything is possible all of a sudden, simply because it’s summer.

It’s a beautiful life, but hard too.

I don’t know what I’m trying to say. I’ve honestly started this post about four times. None of the times before this felt right. Now, as I sit here looking out on my front yard and evaluating life as I know it, it feels right.

Thought Two:

Can we be honest? Please. Because most of the time we aren’t completely honest, not with ourselves and not with others.

Are we ever okay? Really and truly, fine? When we speak these words are we being truthful? I’m not okay. Constantly. It’s okay to not be fine. It’s okay to be hurting. And it’s OKAY to say that. When life gets hard. When we are hurting. It’s okay to admit that. Why do we think that we have to be strong all the time? We don’t have to, because we can’t. There is no possible way to be fine all the time.

The question of whether or not other people can help us is irrelevant. Other people aren’t there to help you all the time. The real question is whether or not we care about the people who care about us, enough to tell them about what is going on in our lives, good and bad.

I fail at this all the time. I did today. But pretending to be fine is never the answer. Being honest is the answer.

I’m still not sure what this post is about. It’s really just the thoughts that have been floating around my head today. I love this beautiful life of mine. I love the beauty in the world, I love summer, and I love honesty. Yes, I’m scatter-brained today, but what can you expect from a girl who has about a hundred things running through her mind at a time? 😉

Listen to good music and be honest with yourself and others,

~ Claire

Earlie Birdie and The Play

Happy day today. Sunny and warm, bits of cloud swam through the sky and I did school. Play practice happened again. It’s always a new experience☺. I love being a part of it all. When I got home I watched many videos about Adam Young. One video I particularly enjoyed was an old music video for the song Early Birdie.

That was my day. As I was driving off to sleep all of the things I did today blended together and I realised that I hadn’t written a post yet. 😩 I guess that’s the way it goes sometimes.

Favorite Writing Resources

It was just a few short years ago, well five years ago, that I got really serious about writing. Before 2011 I would staple pieces of paper together and write stories on the pages. I’ve progressed a bit beyond that by now, and I have discovered a whole host of writing resources along the way.

One of the big things that I found helpful when I was just beginning to take my writing seriously, were lists of resources. I always loved to know what other writers used to guide them. That’s what I’m doing today, compiling a list for those writers that are just starting out and in need of a helping hand.

  1. Spilling Ink: A Young Writer’s Handbook, by Anne Mazer and Ellen Potter – I guess this book mostly applies to young writers. I first read it when I was about 13 and I loved it instantly. It was full of useful knowledge and didn’t talk down to me at all. It think that’s one of the most important parts about books for younger writers, not talking down to them. I really appreciated this book and I still do today.
  2. Elisabeth Grace Foley at The Second Sentence – I can’t remember exactly how I found Elisabeth’s blog, but I am so glad that I did. I discovered her blog in August 2014. I literally can’t believe that it was that long ago, but it was. Over the two years that I have been following her blog, Elisabeth has taught me so much about writing. I can’t thank her enough for really fueling my passion for writing and being a great Christian author to boot. 🙂
  3. MyNoise™ – MyNoise is a site full of soundscapes, white noise, and noise-blocking generators. There are so many generators that I never tire of listening to them. Using these generators for writing really helps me to get into it and not get distracted.
  4.  Write To Done – This is a great site chock full of great articles on writing.
  5. Young Authors Guide  – This page is a great way to find sites that will help to get new/young writer’s work out there.
  6. Jennifer Freitag – This woman writes beautifully and she has given me lots of great writing info.

I’m sure I could come up with many more, but these are some of the ones that have made the biggest impact on me. Please tell me about some of your favorite writing resources in the comments!

Tentative Summer Plans

Summer is coming on fast and I am very excited about it! As May has progressed my excitement has grown and so have my tentative plans. Today I want to share some of my goals for this summer.

  1. Read the Little House on the Prairie series
  2. Submit at least two stories to magazines and such
  3. Write lots of flash fiction and short stories (at least two of the latter)
  4. Keep exercising (riding bike, walking…)
  5. Study for my temps
  6. Finish school… 😦

Those are all of my goals so far. I might add to it and I will definitely be checking back at the end of summer to see how I did.

There are also some things that I’m going to do this summer that happen almost every year. In June i’m going to work in the VBS at my church. I’ve mentioned before that my job will be handling all the “special effects” for the play. It’s been so much fun to practice every week with a bunch of my friends. Sometime in July I will also be going on vacation with family for a week. And finally I’m going to go to summer camp for a week so that means…no blog posts. 😦 But I’ll talk more about that later.

I’m so glad that summer is just around the corner. What fun things do you plan on doing this summer?

Fresh Encouragement Everyday

Encouragement is something that seems hard to get these days. Everything in our lives seem so big and scary and bad that we  simply don’t see the beauty in the small, good things. It is only when something comes out at us that is as big as the problem that we feel encouraged. This simply should not be. There is so much encouragement to be found everywhere.

Sometimes I have bad days (today isn’t one of them) and when I do it’s usually because I’m being selfish. Rarely is it because something bad is actually happening. Yet, I’m always amazed at the encouragement that I get when I’m in these bad moods. Sometimes it’s something as simple as seeing the sun rise in the morning while the grass is wet with dew. The colors spreading across the sky like fingers or floating across it like water-color paint. Seeing this beautiful example of God’s love and sovereignty makes me realize that my bad morning doesn’t matter. It makes me look at things in a new perspective. Why does God give us such undeserved encouragement? (Love) 

Everyday fresh encouragements meet me, but sometimes I miss them. Here are the ones that I didn’t miss today:

  • Ephesians 4
  • Deck ball with siblings
  • Cinnamon popcorn
  • Playing the piano after church

If you need encouragement than read Ephesians 4. Actually, read all of Ephesians. It’s a good book. 🙂

Farewell and listen to good music. 😀