Wednesday, March 7, 2012

The Depravity of the Tongue

"Lord, make me a channel of Thy peace
That where there is hatred, I may bring love,
That where there is wrong, I may bring the spirit of forgiveness,
That where there is discord, I may bring harmony,
That where there is error, I may bring truth,
That where there is doubt, I may bring faith,
That where there is despair, I may bring hope,
That where there are shadows, I may bring light,
That where there is sadness, I may bring joy."
-St. Francis of Assisi
 
 
Let me begin with a story.
Once upon a time, in the schoolroom of an ordinary little home, there lived eight children: Temper, Impatience, Bossy, Anger, Hateful, Jealousy, Pride, and Conflict.  Unlike the happily ever after stories of fairytale books, these little children loved to quarrel and fight and argue and bicker amongst themselves.  Their names, as you can see, befit their character perfectly.  These eight children were constantly at war with one another—sometimes two against one, or seven ganging up against one, or five against two—and it seemed quite a hopeless case of self-love: each esteeming self above all the others.  What a horrible way to begin a story, aye?
 
You can read the rest of the post here where I was hosted on the lovely blog, Not An Average Girl.  Go and check it out, and enjoy!

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

New Blog in the Family!

Dear avid and faithful readers of my blog (I know, I like being optimistic),

Recently Mama began a new blog called Back Home in Indiana,  in honor of some news that has been released—quite thrilling news in fact.  You can also read the story I wrote for Vision Forum's 2012 story contest.
 Head on over and check out all the news!  And maybe even follow Mama's blog (hint, hint). =)

Until next time (and it will be soon, you have my word, for I have an insatiable desire to blog for some unknown reason),

Semper Reformanda





Thursday, March 1, 2012

Romance



"Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some hidden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music; perhaps...perhaps...love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath."  ~L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avolea


Tuesday, February 28, 2012

A Blessing in Surprise




Valentine's Day brought me the best and biggest surprise of my life, when a very dear and special friend showed up at my front door, with roses in tow no less, to visit for a whole week.  He even fixed me breakfast on the last morning we had together!  Now talk about joyful happiness.  What a wonderful and fantastic surprise it was!  In my opinion, those who have been friends since birth are the most happy of friends!



 Roses are definitely my favorite. 
Ah, their majestic loveliness is so refreshing!


 Chess has been one of our ultimate favorite games 
we have played ever since childhood.


 Our shadows =)









 We love taking walks while talking and laughing together!
Oh, what a splendid week it was! Thank God for blessings.



Tuesday, February 14, 2012

My First Valentine



I am a girl who loves romance
The chocolate, the flowers, and learning to dance
Eyes alight as in a trance
—I look for my First Valentine

I search for it in places of love
The feeling that makes me fly like a dove
And ask for guidance from God above
—To help me find my First Valentine

In surprise, this quest
Leads me to the very best
The shoulder on whom my head does rest
—The man who is my First Valentine

He was not the one I sought
A deeper love, or so I thought
When with surprise my heart was caught
—In the arms of my First Valentine

Daddy has always been there for me
Even the days I could not see
He has always held my heart's key
—The man who is my First Valentine

Blinded by what I thought
Into a lie I had bought
But even in the mess I wrought
—I found my First Valentine

My heart is safe in Daddy's hands
Until I get my weddings bands
And at my side my husband stands
—To become my Valentine

But Daddy shall always be the first
For his love I do thirst
I feel as if my heart shall burst
—In love for my First Valentine