Thursday, December 31, 2015

'15

 
 
 
I woke up in darkness surrounded by silence
Oh where, where have I gone?
I woke to reality losing its grip on me
Oh where, where have I gone?
'Cause I can see the light before I see the sunrise
You called and You shouted
Broke through my deafness
Now I'm breathing in and breathing out
I'm alive again
You shattered my darkness
Washed away my blindness
Now I'm breathing in and breathing out
I'm alive again
Late have I loved You
You waited for me
I searched for You
What took me so long?
I was looking outside
As if love would ever want to hide
I'm finding I was wrong
'Cause I could feel the wind before it hits my skin
You called and You shouted
Broke through my deafness
Now I'm breathing in and breathing out
I'm alive again
You shattered my darkness
Washed away my blindness
Now I'm breathing in and breathing out
I'm alive again, I'm alive again
'Cause I want You, yes, I want You, I need You
And I'll do whatever I have to just to get through
'Cause I love You, yeah, I love You
You called and You shouted
Broke through my deafness
Now I'm breathing in and breathing out
I'm alive again
You shattered my darkness
Washed away my blindness
Now I'm breathing in and breathing out
I'm alive again

-Alive Again
Matt Maher
 
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Sunday, December 20, 2015

Millie


Over the past two years I've had the privilege to teach violin lessons to a few sweet kiddos. We meet most weeks, and hold our recitals at nursing homes. I've loved sharing joy in music, and learning to teach music. This weekend, at our Christmas nursing home recital, I met a lady named Millie.
Millie came from a family of servants in the Kent countryside of Britain; she traveled the world as a missionary, with her husband. Her husband, Ted, was shot and killed in Cuba.

  Mille, who is 98, told me all this after we played our little arrangement and passed out our little cards. She took me back to her room to give me a copy of the biography that had been written about her and her husband. Mille also gave me a copy of her Christmas card.
Here's what it said:

My Dear                                                                                                           December 2015
  
   Happy Jesus Birthday! I really believe that! I pray this Christmas greeting finds you all well. This year, I'm almost finished reading my Bible all the way through. I'm sure it is close to the 100th time! What thrills me is how, that in the middle of the night, verses come to me like the one, "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight." Prov. 3:5-6. I thank the Lord we are all so healthy. We don't know how much longer we have, so make the most of every minute! Not everybody is expecting the Lord to come back, but when I was a young girl, my father would open the drapes and say, "I wonder if it's today?" Now I am doing the same! 

    Lets celebrate Jesus! 
           Your ever loving, 
                        Mille

I love love love this. This Christmas, I'm going to try and look at things with the perspective of 98 year old Mille. Will you join me?


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Tuesday, December 8, 2015

31 Blog Post Ideas


Ever feel like your in a blogging rut? Yeah, me too. Here are 31 ideas to get your creative wheels going.
  1. What your favorite articles of clothing are 
  2. A embarrassing story
  3. Something that brings you joy
  4. Your lazy person hacks 
  5. Everyday makeup tutorial
  6. What's in your purse
  7. A book review
  8. Your bedroom tour
  9. How you wind down after a overwhelming day
  10. A time when you felt lonely
  11. Your holiday traditions
  12. What you've been listening too
  13. A recipe you love
  14. A weird quirk you have
  15. List of things your readers might not know about you
  16. A hair tutorial
  17. Day in the life of you
  18. Gift guide for someone your age
  19. Photo journal 
  20. A quote you love and why
  21. Someone who shaped you into the person you are today   
  22. A random act of kindness
  23. What fruit of the spirit is hardest for you
  24. A list of blog posts you love
  25. Before and after of your organized desk, closet, ect.
  26. Something you value
  27. Your T.V. or movie recommendations
  28. A hard experience and how it impacted you
  29. List of things your thankful for
  30. A interview with a family member
  31. Someone you admire and why
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Friday, December 4, 2015

Carousel Days



One of my earliest memories is of my grandparents taking by older sister Rachel and I into downtown Seattle in the midst of the Christmas season. We would take the bus and ask my Mimia to kiss us after she put her lipstick (in order to obtain some red color for ourselves). After wandering the streets in our matching Hannah Anderson jackets, lunch would take place in the Nordstrom Cafe. We would browse the racks of designer childrens clothing, never to buy, just shuffle through. Sniffing Channel on our wrists, we would strut down to meet my Hungarian Grandpa at the carousel.


I remember joyous surprise after my Grandpa buying us more tickets in order that we ride again. 
Decorating their house for Christmas. 
Helping Mimia set up the Christmas village. 
Creating a detailed gingerbread house, complete with individual sides not to be crossed. 
Rachel's non-stop words pouring out after the magical day.  



Since than, years have passed. Two more siblings joined the picture; we moved out of the city. 
My grandpa's life was taken by a stroke, leaving my Grandma to carry out these traditions with her much-to-busy grandchildren. 

  We make it down to Seattle every December to satisfy my mom with a Santa picture (we now have over 15 years of consecutive Santa pictures...) and we try our best to hop on the carousel. 
Gingerbread house making has disintegrated, as we never ended up eating the sugary confection. I think the Christmas village found itself at the Goodwill.


 We now realize this is the last year with all the kiddos in the house, available to be dragged of on these adventures. Collage breaks will become our best shot to squeeze moments like these in. 
But you know what? 
New Christmas traditions will be made.
Spontaneous moments of joy will occur. 
And I will always treasure these carousel riding, gingerbread making, Nordstrom shopping, Christmas village decorating days of fun. 
  
Q: Do you have any treasured holiday memories? 

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