...someday

someday i will get pictures of my danceness and starbucks up...i just need the pictures. so off i go to take them :)

more emily and bella

Bella and I do alot of stuff together. One of those things has been an annual summer missions trip to the wild and wonderful state of West Virginia with our youth group. This pic I believe was taken Friday afternoon at lunch. we're tired(understatement). we're hungry(but not for peanut butter and meat). and just want to go take a snooze(something neither of us do often). so we did :) and then continued working until it was time to pack up for the year and go back to camp and pack some more. I don't know if we'll make it there this year, what with her missions to another country and my school not having any vacation time. But we have memories from these trips to cherish and trump with whatever it is that we do for the rest of our lives.

singing is a way of prayer

It's been a while. Sorry :)

Last night at about 12:30, or early in the morning I suppose you could say, I was up late journaling and listening to music when the lyrics of the song being sung hit me. It wasn't just the lyrics though, it was the fact that the song was not just music and lyrics put together to praise the Lord, but a prayer. And so I did what I do nearly every time I find a song that sparks something in me, I write out the lyrics. And as I wrote, I prayed. I sang the lyrics aloud as a request to my God.

That's what David did. He wrote his Psalms and he sang them in prayer. So I've made this song a psalm of my heart.

Take my life, and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to Thee; Take my moments and my days, let them flow in ceaseless praise, let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my hands, and let them move at the impulse of Thy love; take my feet, and let them be swift and beautiful for Thee, swift and beautiful for Thee.
Take my voice and let me sing Always only for my King; take my lips, and let them be filled with messages from Thee, filled with messages from Thee.
Take my silver and my gold, not a mite would I withhold: Take my intellect, and use ev’ry pow’r as Thou shalt choose, ev’ry pow’r as Thou shalt choose.
Take my will, and make it Thine;It shall be no longer mine:Take my heart, it is Thine own;It shall be Thy royal throne, It shall be Thy royal throne.
Take my love, my Lord, I pour At Thy feet its treasure store:Take myself, and I will be ever, only, all for Thee, ever, only, all for Thee.

Hairitage

Heritage.
–noun
1. something that comes or belongs to one by reason of birth; an inherited lot or portion: a heritage of poverty and suffering; a national heritage of honor, pride, and courage.
2. something reserved for one: the heritage of the righteous.
3. Law.
a. something that has been, or may be inherited by legal descent or succession.
b. any property, esp. land, that devolves by right of inheritance.

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Origin:
1175–1225; ME < MF, equiv. to heriter to inherit + -age -age; see heir
Synonyms:
1. estate, patrimony. See inheritance.


This past weekend my family and I took off to the big ole' state of Pennsylvania where most of my relatives reside. While there I found out that my grandmother was not the only beautician in the family, and I heard some interesting stories. As it turns out, my grandmother's brother, Uncle George, married a beautician...two of the in fact.

My great Uncle George was married three times. His first wife, Milly, was a hairdresser and is just now getting out of her practice. While we were there she gave me rolling trolley that has lots of shelves to hold curlers, and clips, and towels, and a hot iron, and such things. Uncle George's third wife, Franny, was also a beautician and on occasion still does hair. As time went by quite a few more relatives popped up in conversation who, at one time or another, had been in this profession.

While we were visiting, my cousin , Elissa, and aunt, Julie, told us they visited a beauty school and were looking in to applying. Two more of my mother's siblings have professed a desire to go into hair, but don't think they can now because of their age. Another aunt went to school for aesthetics(nails). Until this visit I had no idea just how much of a family business this was. It wasn't just my grandparents and I, but a good chunk of my family who has gone before me who have invested themselves at one time or another in this profession.

It's in my family. It's in my blood. This is my profession. This, is my heritage.

....or should I say Hairitage ;)

some pictures

This...is a tiny car. It was in the mall parkinglot one day. My brother's dream car. I bet these are easy to park ;)

Last spring my family and I took a trip down to Tennessee. I was trying to get a beautiful picture of the Nashville skyline but the car was moving to fast, in the opposite direction, and it was quite dark.

My one and only trip to NYC. We went for my friend's 17th birthday. I get to go again sometime in the next year for school. We'll be going to some sort of hair/make up show. Pictures, I'm sure, will follow.

in fairmont, WVa when we take our missions trips I am often called upon as the hairdresser. I gave bella cornrows one day...then i gave two or three more people them cause they thought it was pretty darn cool. What was it that we called you Bella? the best lookin black-white chick? I don't remember, but your hair was cool :)

This...well there's no explanation for this. Well there is, but it doesn't matter much cause this is who we are and what we do....(also in West Virginia)

I like spring...I like reading...I like hamocks... 59degrees rolled around so I took my book outside and hung up my hamock and read there for quite some time until i started losing feeling in my fingers. But it was worth it.

A Quote

Life is so unnerving for a servant who's not serving,

he's not whole without a soul to wait upon.

Ah, those good old days when we were useful,

suddenly, those 'good old days' are gone.

Ten years we've been rusting, needing so much more than dusting,

needing exercise, a chance to use our skills!

Most days we just lay around the castle.

Flabby, fat, and lazy, you walked in and whoopsiedaisy!

Beauty and the Beast, a tale as old as time...sorry I couldn't resist :) This movie is near and dear to my heart for a great many of reasons. In this Disney movie, things are not as they appear, the characters are all under a spell, punished, for a wrong done by one of their own long ago. They've learned to live with it, but still are unhappy, yet have given up hope of the spell ever breaking. Then, in walks someone willing to take a life sentence off of a man's shoulders so that that man could walk free. It was done out of love. Days go by and the Hero and Heroine never fell in love at first sight...unusual for a Disney movie if I do say so. Instead, it takes time. Emotions are all over the board. Anger, fear, sadness, longing, curiosity, guilt, remorse...the couple butt heads, save and take care of each other out of obligation, then slowly, begin to trust each other and start up a friend ship, and from there a bond is formed. The Hero lets his love go to take care of her dying father, because he truly cares and can't stand to see her hurt at this point, even though he knows that his curse will never break if she leaves. But he has learned to love. In the end, the heroine goes back to protect the thing, err, man, that she once was frightened of and despised, the bad guy dies, and an amazing transformation happens.

Belle was always my favorite Disney princess, probably because a 'princess' is something that she doesn't portray at all in the movie. She starts out, in a town, in a quiet village, every day like the one before. She reads books, multiple times, and is always going back for more. She doesn't run with that silly trio of half naked, blonde girls who are always fainting at the site of Gaston, and throws him into a pile of mud with the pig when he tries to convince her that he's the 'one for her'.

Her father is sane...but incredibly imaginative. She's odd, she doesn't really know it cause she herself feels just normal. "Normal is a setting on a washing machine." She "wants adventure in the great wide somewhere. I want it more than I can tell. And for once it might be grand, to have someone understand..." She wants sooo much more than these little villagers can imagine. She's not afraid of getting a little muddy, or using her brains. And when someone she cares about is nowhere to be found, she rides through creepy woods that are just screaming "GOOOO BACK! you're crazy if you keep going!" She's a lot of things, but a princess, she is not....until the end. :-D

and when a movie has a singing and dancing candle stick...well, you can't say no to that!

kick the darkness until it bleeds light...

I woke up this morning and did my daily get-ready-ritual, shower, dress, hair, sit and stare....

I was sitting on my bed wondering what to do at that moment when I looked over at my desk. A bunch of books rest on back of my desk, leaning against the wall. Dictionaries, fiction, non-fiction, French 1, 2, and 3 books, a couple bibles, and a whole bunch of notebooks, both full to the brim with my scribbling, and some barely touched.
I grabbed my bible, square and black, and opened it up. I had a quiet time in psalm 34. But I didn't feel done, though I suppose you never should really feel 'done' when it comes to having time with God. I glanced back at the row of books next to me and my eyes landed on a little notebook.

This is one of those that has barely been touched, but has some really good things in it. This petite notebook accompanied me to the fall retreat that my Youth Group attends in Cape Cod.

-Something that I do often is review notes that I've taken. I have more notebooks overflowing with little copied tidbits of knowledge than I have of anything else I think.-



A theme in that first entry was 'Light'.

God is light. He also is a very personal God. Wherever I go, He's always faithfully present. "Fear of the dark - GONE! Because your Father will always be there. And where He is, the darkness can't be." I have no need to fear the darkness, or mystery of change.

I recently bought a new EP from one of my favorite bands: The Rocket Summer, and one song's lyrics jumped out at me(even before I knew the name of the song). I played it on repeat for about an hour....then looked at the name. "Light".

all i needed was a light in the darkest place

I've ever been in all my life

as i try to find my way in the changing seasons of my life

and my eyes don't see the things I'm living for have been course

are they done? are they just?

they give in

I'm old enough to know that time doesn't move slow enough

I'm young enough to know that i can never be to old enough to trust you

higher (and higher)

i want to go away with you

some say your fire (your fire)

is through

but i don't wanna think that way

so you lost your job, and lost the girl

and it crushed your soul

and while you're standing at the fork in the road

so you wet your finger, hold it up

there's no wind there telling you where you should go

so you try, try to trust

while you're there

I'm old enough to know that time doesn't move slow enough

I'm you enough to know that i can never be too old enough to trust you

higher (and higher)

i want to go away with you

some say your fire (your fire)

is through

but i don't...

wanna...

i am yours, do what you wish

i am yours, i am yours and i know this

whatever happens next is in your hands, in your plans

nothing less

in everything there is a choice

through the joy, through the pain i will rejoice

i am yours, do what you wish

i am yours, i am yours and i know this

save me, cause i need it

and i can't help but feel desperate

my desires seem to be coming to their endings

but i will trust it's not the end

but a great beginning.