It's amazing how when you truly give God time in your life,
Real Time
Quality Time
Sacred Time
He gives ten fold back.
Things have really been coming together for me recently.
I am so grateful to my Father in Heaven.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
Indecisiveness
I've been questioning my major a lot recently.
Then I realized that I've never actually been through the list of majors that BYU has to offer.
So I looked.
I wrote down anything that stood out to me.
That felt right.
Here's that list:
Every foreign language I saw is written on it.
Here's my most recent thought: (Thanks Mom)
Major: Spanish Teaching
Minors: English and History
Other: French elective credits with a semester abroad.
Yeah. I like the sound of it.
Advice? Please.
:)
Monday, February 1, 2010
Purity
I'm sick of the melodrama.
I'm sick of reality TV Shows.
I'm sick of desensitized justification.
I'm not judging. I promise.
It just hurts my heart. I don't want to let something so vile into my life.
I just want to let Him in.
I want purity, not reality TV.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Dear Javier,

In Sonnet 116, William Shakespeare offers a brilliant explication of ideal love. Constant, Unwavering, and Powerful. Forgive me if I'm too poor of a friend to show that.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
"We Should Not Assume, We Should Let Them Know."
I'm Sorry. I love you.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Things I Am Afraid Of
(This is not a gift to all of you cruel people out there who have some desire to frighten me. Rather, this is a thoughtful attempt to compile a list of all of my fears, quirks, oddities, etc. in hopes that in the process I may solve some of my problems :)
1. Needles, shots, injections of any kind
2. Walking into a Men's Restroom
3. The Dark
4. Hurting people
5. Losing things (material things, like leaving them somewhere by accident)
6. Losing people (hearts, like leaving them behind, or being abandoned by them)
7. Watching Someone Die
8. The Joker
9. Addictions
10. Evil disguised as good
11. Emotional Manipulation
12. Pride
13. Imperfection (in some things)
14. Making people fall in love with me
15. Being Responsible for/Managing Money
16. My subconscious competitiveness
17. Dressing Immodestly
18. Movies that are almost clean
19. Hospitals
20. Heights
21. The Smell of the Dentist's Office
22. Presenting myself openly for Criticism
23. My Parent's Disappointment
24. Holding Back the Truth from those I love
25. Forever
26. Not loving someone enough
27. Tearing someone away from God
28. Turning away from God
29. Rainbow Colored Goldfish
30. Forgetting
31. Shadows
32. Tripping in High Heels
33. A World without Color
34. Becoming Tone Deaf
35. Life without Romance
36. Knives
37. Close Friends becoming Enemies
38. Being Afraid
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Art
I spent over an hour in the art museum today. It's incredible to me how someone can evoke so much emotion with nothing but a canvas and an array of colors.
That's what I want to do with my writing. Some paper, a pen, and all the words in the world. I could really change people.
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