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My Days Drift

"It is always the simple things that change our lives. And these things never happen when you are looking for them to happen. Life will reveal answers at the pace life wishes to do so. You feel like running, but life is on a stroll. This is how God does things."

Cloudy days are happy days!

I know it may seem strange, disturbing, etc., but the image to the right is my art piece for adv. digital photography. it's supposed to encompass the pain, locked up feeling, one gets when they have endometeriosis, like i do. I'm really happy with how it came out, and kind of proud of myself for not letting myself portray happy colorful art.

I'm in a really good mood today, contrary to most other days. I think it's because of the clouds that are looming outside actually. Strange. Perhaps it's because, since I'm locked up indoors all the time, that I'm quite okay with it... because I know I'm not missing beautiful sunshine. But at the same time, I've been praying and asking God to refresh me... to help me see new. And through the rain, I believe he did. He refreshed me. And I feel more alive and happy. Who knew such sunshine could come from clouds.
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Post-it Note Flowers

I made this little post-it note flower yesterday. It was quite simple really. You fold the inside edges of the note before rolling it and gluing the sides together. I'm thinking of making a bunch for my friends.

This semester is not what I thought it would be like. It's hard. At first I hand no problem boasting about how easy it was going to be for me... that I just had art projects to worry about. No papers. No books. Psh.

Every other day I paint. An apple. A landscape. Then move on to take a photo I captured and turn it into an elaborate work of art. Every other other day I design. A website. A powerpoint. A magazine spread. A brochure. A logo. And one day a week I watch. A film. Indians.

No. Art school isn't easy. It's a different type of work. Yes, you can type away on your keyboard about things in a book, things you discover, things you research. Yes, you may have to read other people's thoughts on different topics. Medical researches. History accounts. Fictional works. But I, and my classmates, our job is to create. Take nothing and make something. And that, that is hard work.

While I could be copying something out of a book onto an essay, I am brainstorming my own ideas, turning my dreams and thoughts into art. No. Art school isn't easy... but it gives me a higher feeling of purpose than I've ever felt.


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He is.


He can't be explained by anything else because He is what everything else must be explained by.
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arm stretches.



It's late again. I tell myself continuously that, "Hey, I won't stay up passed 2am this time... like I do every night." When I'm up super late, I think my body gets nervous. It wants its sleep. It's afraid it may not get its sleep. I start to twitch and ache and begin to get hungry... for breakfast. While I've been awake, I've been looking through old photos I took. I'm really happy with them. One is of a bumble bee, just hanging onto a flower, I assume right before flight. I love the texture, that you can tell just how fuzzy this little guy was. Makes me miss photography. Makes me miss the beauty and joy of capturing images of things people would never see without the photo. No one would see a bee stretch its legs in the air before looking for another flower. Maybe it was reaching out for the flower it longed for... if it could only reach a little further. There is so
much beauty in that. So much longing. And I miss capturing it. Perhaps I should put down my new little point-n-shoot, and pick up my dslr again to take hold of these tiny happenings. But for now, I need rest. My body is starting to tell me so, as usual. My back is aching, my muscles are tensing, my stomach is rumbling. In my mind, my arms are reaching out towards my bed, what I'm longing for. Ironic isn't it?

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2 Years Later...

I haven't posted for a few years. I know why.
I'm a busy person. I wish I wasn't so busy that I couldn't post anything- would like to try to do more! This new semester is, by the looks of my schedule, going to be easy, but I don't think I'll like it as much as a usual schedule. I'm busy from 12-9 almost everyday. I miss everyone. I miss my friends. I miss my Caleb. He and I are still together, closer than ever before. I love him. A group of us went to the dunes yesterday. It was chilly and windy, but some of the most fun I've had in a while. Caleb and I laid on a blanket and flew a kite :) Jeez. Caleb, speaking of. Gosh, he's the love of my life. Looking back, ya know, I knew he was it- and I admitted that to myself, to you, and even to him; but I just wonder if I believed it myself. Because, now, a year later, he just seems so much more real to me. We spent the summer away from each other at summer camp; I never felt like something was so screwed up.... like I was missing something, my person, my half. But, at the same time, it taught me to really watch how much I let myself depend on Caleb. God was my center, and through the summer He taught me that my main focus and attention needed to be on Him and not on people, such as Caleb. I'm now seeing as time with Caleb as a gift instead of a necessity. Something God graciously gave me instead of something I somehow deserve. I'm suddenly okay without him, suddenly not sitting around longing for him and waiting for him to miss me. I am happy to see him, and thank God for every moment that I have with him. When it comes. There. ..... How's that for a first post....? :)
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the idea


I was walking into the elevator today and heard a girl say, "I'm telling you Emily! God loves me today! I got an A on my test, my math class was canceled, and my roommate actually cleaned our sink!"

Her friend chuckled and said "Jeesh! I wish God would love me more often."

I couldn't help but thinking... God loves us always. ALWAYS. When something goes wrong in our lives, that's God loving us too... that's God making us stronger, making us brighter, sharper. That's God taking something out of our lives because he knows that it could hurt us in the future... or that we don't need it... or that without it our lives would be better. He's fathering us. Shaping us.

Clay in his hands.
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i hated today. kinda.


today stunk. it started early in the morning when i was still in bed having nightmares... that are still haunting me. after that i got up a little early to go to chapel and left my straightener on and nearly burnt down my dorm. then my head started hurting. on
top of all that i have a big paper due tomorrow and a lot of stuff to do before then. we had to put our photos up on photography today on the wall (mine are in the tallest row of photos) and my photographer liked my work, but thought she'd make a big deal about the white speck in my cats eye... saying that it was a scratch on the negative and that i should be more careful- even though that speck is actually ON my cats eye... it always has been...

i stopped breathing for a second today... it think it may have been a panic attack. the second that happened, i stopped walking towards a class, turned around, and headed straight for the chapel. if you aren't from valpo and are reading this, google image search "Chapel of the
Resurrection, Valparaiso". this place is beautiful. the altar is HUGE and beautiful... and it has this sculpture of Christ rising from a cross... has purple draped on it because of lent. anyway, i went up to the altar and sat on the floor around the corner. the second i was settled and looked up at what was in front of me i just bawled. i think i needed that cry... and it made me feel a world better once i left the chapel and started walking to class again... it was like God was walking WTIH me again instead of floating above me... ya know.

Lord, keep with me.
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