Legacy, Nichole Nordeman

Last week a friend and I's conversation turned to journal writing.... And from that I have been thinking a lot about what would future generations really want to know. Like the day to day stuff, or the monumental events IE meeting Hilary Duff, tender mercies, good laughs with friends etc...

Also the conversation was brought up, that should one write down the personal moments that we have, that we don't dare write down because someone finding them out now is "dangerous." IE one's insecurities, disagreements, down and out thoughts, etc...

On another weekend note.... I love hearing advice from inspired individuals who are in-tune with that Divine source from above! This weekend was full of it, and I thought the overall message was, "get with the program because you are about to go on a thrill ride, and later in life you will love it!"

So what will you write? Something to ponder for your Monday morning as you stare at the screen wondering when the next weekend comes up.


PS if you are looking for good Christian Music check out Nichole... she is ultra good, and lyrically pleasing.

Gather Me Up, Carmen Rasmusen

So yesterday was an interesting and thought provoking time to Think, Pray, and Love.

1) It started off around 10:30 AM and I went down and decided to watch some show that I have left on my DVR. After watching for an hour or so, I decided it was time to get ready for church, which starts @ 1. So I hurry as fast as I can, seeing that the clock says it is 39 minutes after the hour. I quickly get ready and leave my house after printing out some items I need for the day at 6 minutes after the hour... and eventually I roll into the parking lot, with no one there. I glance down at the clock and sure enough it is 12:15, meaning I am super early, and I apparently can't read the 4 clocks I saw while getting ready!

2) In Sunday School we talked about Pride and it's toll it can take on us, as well as society. The quote was shared,

"Pride is a sin that can readily be seen in others but is rarely admitted in ourselves. Most of us consider pride to be a sin of those on the top, such as the rich and the learned, looking down at the rest of us. There is, however, a far more common ailment among us—and that is pride from the bottom looking up. It is manifest in so many ways, such as faultfinding, gossiping, backbiting, murmuring, living beyond our means, envying, coveting, withholding gratitude and praise that might lift another, and being unforgiving and jealous."

For some reason this really struck me, because it seems the top person or the bottom person always get critiqued/ridiculed, never the middle man....

To add to this, tonight's random song happened to be Carmen's, who I may have been quick and sharp to critique. To her, Sorry, and may you achieve the dreams in front of you.

Hometown Glory, Adele

First off, let me say that I highly recommend Adele, as a CD that everyone should have. Her voice is rich, can scale notes, and the music is lyrically deep.



So this might seem disjointed,and I feel no need to apologize. It's what my mind thinks about life:

Tonight something has arisen in me and I do not like it. I don't like the fact that I am the enemy when it is all because of what I believe. Someone has attacked me and I did nothing but sat there, being quieter than the Antarctic tundra, listening and clapping. I hate the fact that I am frustrated, and tired of ridiculous pride from an individual I do not even know.

To this I hope that solace and peace arises, much like smoke coming from a windmill.... slow and steady with the smell of change rising and signaling change.

I freaked out, only to find out everything was okay. Shaken but not stirred. Rain dripped from each brain cell as I realize how shallow life is.

I am frustrated that I rely so much on relationships that will eventually leave, with only syncopated memories that fit into the palm of my brain. Those that know me well, know that I am distant and guarded, wanting to fit in, but afraid to do so because.

I close in an unfolding dream surrounding me, as I fall from the spinning pedals around me, only to be picked up by a stranger I am still learning about. Morning Dew from the sky, fall which causes me to look to the northeast cloud, and find myself soaring, raging onwards. With each metric I fly in the sky only to discover, pebbles uncovered.