Originally Posted: Thursday, May 10, 2007
I took a nice long walk today. It was very pleasent not to hot or cold. Just a gentle breeze to pull some more frizz out of my hair. I walked down into my woods, feeling closed up inside the house. The trees are finally green. So green its shocking. But I enjoyed it throughly.
I made my way out into a field filled with dandylions. I snatched some up and began a chain. As my fingers happily worked away and my feet carried me up the hill. My mind started a conversation with God.
Most people would think that I was praying. No, it was a sincere conversation, such as the kind you have on a telephone. I chatted to Him about all my problems. Everything I have to deal with in life right now. Then I climb a tree.
Up there nearly touching the sky. I forgot everything and just gazed out at the beauty of God. Then I thought to myself "God really is beautiful."
I climbed back down from that tree, ran back to my house and as I looked up at the sun flitering through the leaves on a tree. God bent over and took my hand. I looked up into His eyes and He said "No child. I am not beautiful." I just stared at Him. Millions of thoughts rattled through my head. Then He spoke again.
"I am beauty."
So everything folded itself up and I was no longer caught up in worries of the world. I was set free of all that hindered me from joy. Because there really is a God out there that loves me and cares for me more then anything else in the world.
So take a deep breathe of this wonderful summer air and enjoy.
-GAM
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Fire's and Friendship
Originally Posted: Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Yes, it was that time again. Tuesday night Dinner at the Sopenskis. Lovely time that is. You make your way in later after most of the food has been devoured by the hungry workers (its sorta like missing rush hour.) You slid down next to a person you have only said "Hi" to once before. Soon the two of you are at it with conversation. It all is flowing wonderfuly.
But then a newcomer jumps into the picture and your all running around saying hello and introducing people to people. Well its just one caotic scene. The groups of people mix and mingle about.
You laugh at the silly antics of your friend trying to stun everyone with a feat. Then your somberly drawn back into a deep conversation with your best friend and her life problems. But somwere deep, past the fun, the joy and all the feelings that are running about inside. You hear a small still voice saying "I am here in the midst of you." you snuggle deeper into your chair and draw closer to the fire. Enjoying even more the fellowship your having with your fellow friends and with Jesus, who is right there beside you that entirety.
Suddenly a voice calls out "Desert" and its a stampede to the picnic tables lined up and strewn with forks and spoons. You dish yourself out some icecream and pie. Find a group of people to stand by and soon your all happily chatting over icecream and your favorite Superheros.
Darkness is slowly creeping in on the joyfilled crowd and lights and candles begin to burn about you. The laughter is slowing and not so loud. This is the deep of night, tired and weary we are all slowing. Your still wraped close in the warmth of the fire and friendship. Sighing you smile at your neighbor sitting close to you. The chatter has ceased for a few seconds. Everyone just looking into the embers of the fire. Then the chatter is bubling and laughter is coming back.
Enjoying the fun and the friendship (and your smore) and the pure comfort. Then a car pulls up, or you notice the time. Your draged away from the fire to a nice warm bed.
As you lay there letting sleep over come you as you laugh at the memories of the night. You slowly let your eyes close and you hear that voice one more time.
"I'am here."
-GAM
Yes, it was that time again. Tuesday night Dinner at the Sopenskis. Lovely time that is. You make your way in later after most of the food has been devoured by the hungry workers (its sorta like missing rush hour.) You slid down next to a person you have only said "Hi" to once before. Soon the two of you are at it with conversation. It all is flowing wonderfuly.
But then a newcomer jumps into the picture and your all running around saying hello and introducing people to people. Well its just one caotic scene. The groups of people mix and mingle about.
You laugh at the silly antics of your friend trying to stun everyone with a feat. Then your somberly drawn back into a deep conversation with your best friend and her life problems. But somwere deep, past the fun, the joy and all the feelings that are running about inside. You hear a small still voice saying "I am here in the midst of you." you snuggle deeper into your chair and draw closer to the fire. Enjoying even more the fellowship your having with your fellow friends and with Jesus, who is right there beside you that entirety.
Suddenly a voice calls out "Desert" and its a stampede to the picnic tables lined up and strewn with forks and spoons. You dish yourself out some icecream and pie. Find a group of people to stand by and soon your all happily chatting over icecream and your favorite Superheros.
Darkness is slowly creeping in on the joyfilled crowd and lights and candles begin to burn about you. The laughter is slowing and not so loud. This is the deep of night, tired and weary we are all slowing. Your still wraped close in the warmth of the fire and friendship. Sighing you smile at your neighbor sitting close to you. The chatter has ceased for a few seconds. Everyone just looking into the embers of the fire. Then the chatter is bubling and laughter is coming back.
Enjoying the fun and the friendship (and your smore) and the pure comfort. Then a car pulls up, or you notice the time. Your draged away from the fire to a nice warm bed.
As you lay there letting sleep over come you as you laugh at the memories of the night. You slowly let your eyes close and you hear that voice one more time.
"I'am here."
-GAM
Genius In Disguise.
Originally Posted: Sunday, May 06, 2007
Ehh, after three hours of playing soccer what would you feel like?
Me. Well I feel like a Genius in Disguise. Really I do!
Haha, no that just popped into my head. Calvin and Hobbs you know... they can get pretty catchy. I have been dashing around a field for the past few hours after an orange soccer ball. Most people would believe me insane (and I could almost agree!) But there is just somthing about chasing an orange soccer ball that makes me feel great. Hard thing to explain.
I somtimes wish life was as easy as it is to score a goal.
You know your chasing after the ball... running and running. But then all it does is fall into the hands of a mad person. Then suddenly a quick pass from your team mate and its your chance to score a goal. Then you miss. So you pick up your skirts (so to speak) and run after the ball again. Just to try and make another goal.
Funny how stupid and pointless that sounds.
Just like life.
But then there is always the ball.
That something there to keep you running along in life. And in the world that ball would be everything we chase after to make our dreams come true. Then your team mate passes you the ball and your ready to make a goal. Next thing you know: SCORE! That is when you have achived your dream.
But its only possible with that one team mate to pass you the ball.
-GAM
Ehh, after three hours of playing soccer what would you feel like?
Me. Well I feel like a Genius in Disguise. Really I do!
Haha, no that just popped into my head. Calvin and Hobbs you know... they can get pretty catchy. I have been dashing around a field for the past few hours after an orange soccer ball. Most people would believe me insane (and I could almost agree!) But there is just somthing about chasing an orange soccer ball that makes me feel great. Hard thing to explain.
I somtimes wish life was as easy as it is to score a goal.
You know your chasing after the ball... running and running. But then all it does is fall into the hands of a mad person. Then suddenly a quick pass from your team mate and its your chance to score a goal. Then you miss. So you pick up your skirts (so to speak) and run after the ball again. Just to try and make another goal.
Funny how stupid and pointless that sounds.
Just like life.
But then there is always the ball.
That something there to keep you running along in life. And in the world that ball would be everything we chase after to make our dreams come true. Then your team mate passes you the ball and your ready to make a goal. Next thing you know: SCORE! That is when you have achived your dream.
But its only possible with that one team mate to pass you the ball.
-GAM
A New Invention For Mankind
Originally Posted: Thursday, May 03, 2007
That title really has nothing to do with this blog. I just sorta named it on the spure of the moment. Oh well.
I spent the day hanging with the E-man (Ethan) We hiked for nearly four hours down to the Gulch and through a river. After he soaked his cell phone in the water along with his shorts. We decided it was time to stop hiking. The only problem... no way to call our parents to pick us up.
So we hiked down the road... for another half hour or longer and we were close to falling over. That's the magic of reciting This is the House that Jack Built. We continued walking untill another magical thing happened (no it was not another poem) The cell phone worked!
Then we sat on the side of the road awaiting our ride. When it finally arived I found the strength to jump and squeal (I guess all girls can do that at odd times) over the beauty of the 70's baby blue Valiant I was going to ride in.
Man that was one amazing car ride!
Then I spent another three hours peeling wallpaper off Mad and J's apartment! That was such a blast!
Well all in all I can say I had a great day!
-GAM
That title really has nothing to do with this blog. I just sorta named it on the spure of the moment. Oh well.
I spent the day hanging with the E-man (Ethan) We hiked for nearly four hours down to the Gulch and through a river. After he soaked his cell phone in the water along with his shorts. We decided it was time to stop hiking. The only problem... no way to call our parents to pick us up.
So we hiked down the road... for another half hour or longer and we were close to falling over. That's the magic of reciting This is the House that Jack Built. We continued walking untill another magical thing happened (no it was not another poem) The cell phone worked!
Then we sat on the side of the road awaiting our ride. When it finally arived I found the strength to jump and squeal (I guess all girls can do that at odd times) over the beauty of the 70's baby blue Valiant I was going to ride in.
Man that was one amazing car ride!
Then I spent another three hours peeling wallpaper off Mad and J's apartment! That was such a blast!
Well all in all I can say I had a great day!
-GAM
Porch Conversation's With God
Originally Posted: Saturday, April 28, 2007
I sat on my porch tonight and talked to God. Most people wouldn't be able to understand that. Maybe I could explain...
You walk out into the cold with a cup of sleepytime tea held in your hands, slowly warming you. The gentle rocking of the swing and the sweet warmth of the tea slowly bring in floods of memories.
The laughter and giggles of hot chocolate with your best friends. The funny movies you made with your cousins on Christmas Day. The blankets you snuggled under with your little brother while laughing at his Donald Duck impressions. The conversations with God.
I poured out my feelings to Him and you know what, He turned my face to look up at the stars wheeling before me in the night sky. The gentle swaying of the dogwood blossoms, lightly luminated by the moonlight. I forgot my worries and my troubles. They were no longer hindering me. I talked to God.
He comforted me with His gentle words.
Then your tea is slowly getting cold, you sip it remembering His words. Then you slid out of your swing, make your way to the door and with one last look at the moonlite sky you walk inside.
I sat on my porch tonight and talked to God. Most people wouldn't be able to understand that. Maybe I could explain...
You walk out into the cold with a cup of sleepytime tea held in your hands, slowly warming you. The gentle rocking of the swing and the sweet warmth of the tea slowly bring in floods of memories.
The laughter and giggles of hot chocolate with your best friends. The funny movies you made with your cousins on Christmas Day. The blankets you snuggled under with your little brother while laughing at his Donald Duck impressions. The conversations with God.
I poured out my feelings to Him and you know what, He turned my face to look up at the stars wheeling before me in the night sky. The gentle swaying of the dogwood blossoms, lightly luminated by the moonlight. I forgot my worries and my troubles. They were no longer hindering me. I talked to God.
He comforted me with His gentle words.
Then your tea is slowly getting cold, you sip it remembering His words. Then you slid out of your swing, make your way to the door and with one last look at the moonlite sky you walk inside.
-GAM
Sunday, March 15, 2009
The Swings
Originally posted on: Sunday, April 22, 2007 at 6:15PM
Life has been beautiful these past few days. You run from home to the theater to home to a cast party to home to the theater to church to the theater to home. All the way to just wishing you could see your favorite people and do your favorite things that give you such happy feelings inside as you flop down on a swing and take the best ride of your life.
That's just how God works in my life. Like a swing. You go up and you go down. It's the same yesterday and today, yet with everything changing. God picks you up and sets you down. I know that sounds like God is not always there, but when you coming down on the swing, you still in it right? Unless of course your doing a big cherry bump and (ouch) your butt fly's out of the swing. You just have to hang onto God and He will get you through everything.
Now there are always kids who hate swings and think they are pointless. There are always kids who don't know how to pump the swing. It's all just like God and my relationship with Him. It's just how I take a look at things.
God has taken me to this point were I now know that I would never be able to live without Him. It's just about that incredible. I would hate to be one of those kids with no interest in swings.
So thanks once again God for being my comforter and savior at such a turning point in my life.
:-)
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