Wednesday, April 25, 2012

::Love Isn't Easy::

Love's not a feeling
Love's not convenient
But I know love will change your life
Love takes sacrifice
Love cuts like a knife
Sometimes love will make you cry
Love's not easy
But it's worth it

Love is a hunger
But love won't leave you empty
See it's the language of the heart
Love can steal your pride
But love won't let you hide
It takes everything you've got
Love's not easy
But it's worth it

(Chorus)
What you gonna do when the bottom falls out
And you're left with nothing but your fear and your doubt to hold to
Who will hold you?
Where you gonna run when it's all on the line
[From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/f/francesca-battistelli-lyrics/worth-it-lyrics.html ]
And you're looking for someone to save your life
To save your life

Love can hear you
Love can heal you
If you let it inside
Oh, remember now
Love's not easy
But it's worth it 


 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nt8gp37w99A&ob=av2n

Love's not easy. Love often hurts. But I have to love the people who have scarred me. I have to love my enemies, my family, my friends, my God.
But that's the easy part. Loving my BFFs' is so natural. And loving my family is with an never stopping love. Even loving a nice stranger is semi-easy. Loving my town or house or Bible is easy.
But when it comes to loving my enemies I crumble. Loving the person (whom I truly do love but gets to me sometimes) can be hard.

God loves me. He loves me. The girl who fails and sins almost 24/7! He loves the sinner. So I have to love. I don't have to love loving. I don't have to like it but I have to do it. Because I don't like it. My sinful self likes holding a grudge, being bitter. But that kills me inside. Being bitter hurts more than loving. It doesn't cost me much and hurts different than loving does. Being bitter hurts me as in I know it's not right, so it hurts my soul. But loving hurts my pride, my ego, my heart.

But today I feel like I need to say something. Even if it doesn't make sense to all of you.
To all those who have ripped me apart. Made me feel like I grew up to fast. Those who broke me.
I just want to say, I forgive you. And forgiving you hurts me, but I have to do it. Everyday almost.
And I love you.









Monday, April 23, 2012

::Forever Young::

"Forever young. I wanna be forever young. Do ya really wanna live forever? Forever. Forever young."

Thursday was the best. My best friend Leah came over with her family. I live out in the country. Farm house that my dad took all 2011's summer working on. Lots of land to run on (pretend like I can fly). And an orchard of trees a road away. Just a road away.
Leah and I hung out. Ate lunch. Listened to gross stories by adorable children. :)
I've driven by the orchard (which I have now just decided to call Odair's Orchard, after Finnick Odair. Way too much Catching Fire lately) dozens and have always wanted to stop and get some pictures on it.
Which hit me Thursday while Leah was playing catcher in a little baseball game with the little boys. My mom said yes but we had to take Maddy with us. That's right mom, that way if we got kidnapped there'd be 3 ids missing instead of 2. But it turned out be be a great idea. No, no one tried to kidnap us or kill us. It's just that Maddy's super fun to hang with. :)
SO we started off. Just walking down a country road (Maddy was freaked about cars.) Three babes with their cameras. I took like 100 pictures. Or something like that!

"Let's dance for while, let's dance in style."

As I think on it today I can see that these are the good times. We're young and free. Happy and silly. And we don't even know it most of the time. It's like that song, Forever Young. Why should we try to grow up so fast. I'm guilty of that. I try to plan my life when I should just inhale and exhale. Because if I amount to anything isn't the point. If I never get to sing in a recording studio. If I never get the electric guitar I want. If No one ever read my songs. Even though that means a ton to me, it doesn't make me who I am. God makes me who I am.
Okay, I'm getting a little side tracked here. My bad. So, like, back to the point-

"Let us die young or let us live forever."

We all need to slow down and look around, for this is all the time we may have.
Some pictures from our little adventure. :)

"Some are like water and some are like the heat. Some are the melody and some are like the beat."

The Flowers across my street

Maddy. Beautiful photographer.

Weeds but Beautiful

God's Power

Odair's Orchard

Growing

All over the place

I found this bird's nest in a tree. Leah and I took lot's of pics of it. :)

Poison Berries? Katniss and Peeta.............

Direct 4. Finnick Odair's home

Oh so pretty Leah. She posed for me. :)

Someone's awesome mailbox.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Rock'n My Kicks

Hey guys what's up?!

I have some exciting news. My Aunt sent me two pairs of Converse All-Stars. I love them.
So What do ya think I did with them? I took pictures. Duh. :)
And some random photos. Yesterday my mom and I went shopping together. We don't get to hang out one on one much really so it was great. :)
Well, since Picnik is going out and my Lightroom trial (trying to buy it right now), but I've found a free editing program that I find better than Picnik. It's called PicMonkey. They have all of the same things as Picnik and some different ones. It's really cool. All of these pictures have been edited with it. :)
Well, got to go! :)

Vickie









Thursday, April 5, 2012

Am I A Weed? Or A Flower?






I'm yellow, get poison sprayed on me all summer long, I'm called a pest, annoying. A gross weed many  would say but really? What am I? What are we really? 
Think about it for a second- you guys are called humans. But what are you really? Are you weeds too or perfect little flowers?
Maybe the dandelion has a point. Really who are we? Just people, are we important. Well, I can't be the judge for how to rate people. But God is. I think that God sees all our faults and failures and scars. But then He looks past them. He then sees as beautiful and precious. I think the problem with us is that we see our scars and sins and shames but can't see past the. Why? Because we get caught up on all the things we've done wrong and forget that God loves us. 
But sometimes I think we see way too past our faults and get cocky. We start thinking we're better then we truly are. And forget that we're sinners saved by grace. That we're the hurt and God's the healer. 
But about these dandelions? What's up? Are they weeds like we've always said? I think that these yellow weeds are a lot like us. Messes up but still beautiful. So next time you go to stump on a dandelion, think about it. :)