Silly love songs..


“Longer than there’ve been fishes in the ocean,
Higher than any bird ever flew.

Longer than there’ve been stars up in the heavens,
I’ve been in love with you.
Stronger than any mountain cathedral,
Truer than any tree ever grew.
Deeper than any forest primeval,
I am in love with you.
I’ll bring fires in the winters,
You’ll send showers in the springs.
We’ll fly through the falls and summers
With love on our wings.
Through the years, as the fire starts to mellow,
Burning lines in the book of our lives,
Though the binding cracks
And the pages start to yellow,
I’ll be in love with you.
Longer than there’ve been fishes in the ocean,
Higher than any bird ever flew.
Longer than there’ve been stars up in the heavens,
I’ve been in love with you.
I am in love with you.”
-Dan Fogelberg




Reality check.

I feel like everyone has those people within their list of acquaintances who constantly get all bent out of shape and whine complain about how rude or annoying other people act when in reality, they are the ones who are the image of the things they claim to hate.

Does that even make sense?

It just kills me…it’s like they are the people who are always trying to be totally poetic and philosophical by saying why they hate pretty much everyone and then saying that it’s no big deal because they don’t need people like that in their life. Do they really not even realize that they are usually the ones who are just glorifying themselves so that they don’t have to be apologetic for their own poor actions and decisions?

Nine times out of ten they are so busy sitting around talking about how much better their life is because they don’t have some other person in it, when in all honesty, the other person is probably the one who truly got let off the hook. 

I guess where I’m going with all of this is that I speak from personal experience when I say that I know how hard it can be to cut your losses. There is a point where you usually have to make a judgement call. How do you know you’re not being one of those people if you turn your back on someone and feel grateful that you can move on because they are not there anymore?

That’s where the tough judgement call comes in…it becomes important for your heart and your own piece of mind that you ask yourself these questions: Have I genuinely tried to care for and be there for them?Have I tried to be an encouragement to them?Have they ever used me? Have they ever made me feel inferior or insecure? Have they already turned their back on me?

If the answer to all of those questions is yes, then take it as a leading nudge in the right direction. It is time to move on and let it go. Forget it all and start again tomorrow. And don’t you dare allow yourself to feel guilty about it, because if the answer to all of those questions is yes, then you deserve better. You cut your losses and pick yourself up knowing that they can sit around talking about how glad they are that you aren’t around anymore til the end of time, but you are the one who is justified in moving on without another thought for them–without guilt. They aren’t.

I am all about loving your neighbor as yourself. But don’t let someone use or abuse you.

There’s such a lot of world to see…


“Moon river, wider than a mile, I’m crossing you in style someday. Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker, wherever you’re going, I’m going your way. Two drifters off to see the world. There’s such a lot of world to see. We’re after the same rainbow’s end, waiting ’round the bend. My huckleberry friend, moon river and me.”


“The artist is the creator of beautiful things.
To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim.
The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new
material his impression of beautiful things.
     The highest, as the lowest, form of criticism
     is a mode of autobiography.
Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt
without being charming. This is a fault.
     Those who find beautiful meanings in
     beautiful things are the cultivated. For
     these there is hope.
They are the elect to whom beautiful things
mean only Beauty.
     There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral
     book. Books are well written, or
     badly written. That is all.
The nineteenth century dislike of Realism is the rage of Caliban
seeing his own face in a glass.
     The nineteenth century dislike of Romanticism
     is the rage of Caliban not seeing
     his own face in a glass.
The moral life of man forms part f the subject-matter
of the artist, but the morality of art consists
in the perfect use of an imperfect medium.
No artist desires to prove anything. Even
things that are true can be proved.
     No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical
     sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable
     mannerism of style.
          No artist is ever morbid. The artist
          can express everything.
Thought and language are to the artist instruments
of an art.
     Vice and virtue are to the artist materials
     for an art.
From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art
of the musician. From the point of view of feeling, the actor’s
craft is the type.
          All art is at once surface and symbol.
     Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.
       Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.
It is the spectator, and no life, that art really mirrors.
     Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows
     that the work is new, complex, and vital.
          When critics disagree the artist is in accord with himself.
We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he
does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing
is that one admires it intensely.
     All art is quite useless.”

     -Oscar Wilde


I read this quote today and it really caught my attention:
“One small crack does not mean that you are broken, it means that you were put to the test and you didn’t fall apart.”
How true that is! We might feel a little worse for wear, but at the end of it all, when you look at yourself, you are still standing. You didn’t break. You weren’t crushed. Tomorrow is another day, and admittedly we don’t know what it will bring, but today you’re still breathing.
We are clay in the potter’s hands, not only able to be molded and formed, but also able to be fixed.

Power of prayer

You know, whenever I hear of some tragedy in someone’s life (or experience one in my own),whether big or small, I just have a moment where I think to myself, How on earth does someone get through something like this without God? I mean,I know that in my own life, whenever I encounter struggles, I always feel like I can make it through as long as I have Him.And I have personally experienced the peace and comfort that can surround you in your time of need when you know that you have others who care about you and are praying for you.
It can truly make such a difference, which is why I count it as such a blessing in my own spiritual life to be able to impact someone else’s through the power of prayer–especially someone I personally know and care about.

“The Lord has heard my plea;the Lord accepts my prayer.” Psalm 6:9

“Rejoice in hope,be patient in tribulation,be constant in prayer.” Romans 12:12

“Therefore let everyone who is godly offer prayer to you at a time when you may be found; surely in the rush of great waters they shall not reach him. You are a hiding place for me; You preserve me from trouble; You surround me with shouts of deliverance.Selah. I will instruct you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with my eye upon you.” Psalm 32:6-8