As I look back
upon this old year,
I see a repeating
It wove itself
into my being,
Do you know I
dream of you?
Do you feel my
presence there -
in your dreams,
as you sleep –
do you feel me
Hello, friends! As you can see, I’ve done a bit of redecorating here, and I’d like to know what you think! I tried to retain the old look, while still making it new (and blue!), and I wanted to add my own personal touch to it (hence the custom header, which is my own handwriting). ;P
So what do you think? Personally I love it, but I’d still like to hear your thoughts, for I know change is not well received (most of the time). Haha!
Awaiting your feedback,
Lord, grant me Thy Wisdom
to hold fast and know
that I can do all things through You.
No matter how hard things
may turn out down here
help me to lean upon You.
Earlier this week, I stumbled upon a certain YouTube video titled “Avatar is satanic and demonism.” Curious, I clicked on it, and, in the video, Christian pastor Mark Driscoll boldly asserted that James Cameron’s Avatar is the most demonic/satanic film he has ever seen. Normally I would simply summarize, but seeing as he is completely destroying the value of this movie, I will share with you his exact statement:
“[Avatar] is saying that we shouldn’t develop culture, that primitive is good and advanced is bad, and that we’re not sinners; that we’re just disconnected from the divine lifeforce – just classic, classic, classic paganism; that human being should connect with trees and animals and beasts and birds and that there’s this spiritual connection that we are all a part of; that we’re all a part of the divine.”
A month or so back, I made mention that I really wanted to see a certain set of movies over the course of this winter. The trailers had intrigued me, and I wanted to see more. Unfortunately, one of said movies did not live up to my expectations, and left me feeling empty inside (okay, not really, but I was rather disappointed).
However, it is an entirely different story with The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, and, in this reviewer’s opinion, there are just two words that can sum up this entire movie:
My friends, it’s finally happening.
After all the uncertainty and chaos, after all the lawsuits and diretor changes, the movie that we have all been waiting for is finally going to happen!
The Hobbit is coming.
Last night, I finished the last chapter in the last book to the series that inspired me to start writing.
Last night, I finished The Inheritance Cycle, by Christopher Paolini.
Welcome, once again, to another Musical Monday!
But it’s not just any Musical Monday.
It’s the Monday before Christmas!
If there was any sequel I was most excited for this year, Sherlock Holmes 2 was the one. Having loved the first movie to pieces, I was raring to join the world’s most famous detective on another adventure of mystery, intrigue, romance, and action.
Unfortunately, A Game of Shadows failed to deliver on all points, save for the very last.
In a time where Hollywood has deemed they must reboot/remake every existing movie franchise known to man, it was no surprise when word got out that The Planet of the Apes was getting a fresh coat of paint, and the general consensus was a collective groan. After all, the classic tale had already seen a remake once (*points at Tim Burton and Mark Wahlberg*), and though it fared well financially, fans of the original cried out in rage at the blasphemous Burton tale. So, with the waters already tainted, Fox had two options for proceeding with the franchise: produce a sequel, or reboot it.
Fox chose the latter.
And I am ever grateful that they did.
On this Musical Monday, we’re going to rock things old school.
Extremely old school.
I envy the rain,
how it falls from the sky,
so free from restraint.
“Tell me, my
friend, what are
the workings of
I remember your smile,
your bright, beaming smile,
when I would walk in late to church.
You would turn your head
and gasp – surprised!
A smile of joy on your face.
Yesterday, I was completely blown away by one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard. It was beautiful in the musical sense, of course, but what really hit me were the lyrics, and the meaning behind them.
The song is titled “Tracks in the Snow,” by one of my all-time favorite bands – The Civil Wars.
His heart yearned for her, for her sweet embrace; all he wanted was to hold her in his arms, to feel her heart beat against his own, to feel her hair against his cheek, to brush her face with his hand… but that would never happen… it couldn’t ever happen. No matter how much he wished, no matter how much he prayed, no matter how much he wanted to be real to her… she could never be his – Fate was against him, making a cruel joke of his love. But despite that, despite all odds, he would still love her.
No matter what.
In the stillness I hear it,
The breath of a whisper,
The faintest of cries,
The Voice of the One
Who is there.
For those of you who don’t know, I love to write.
And by “write,” I mean picking up a pen and physically moving it across a blank sheet of paper (preferable college ruled). There’s just something about brushing the side of your hand against the crisp texture of the sheet as you glide the pen across it, leaving behind the marks that are your thoughts, your feelings, your words. It’s practically an artform in and of itself (I’m just talking about reguar writing, here, not calligraphy, which I know is an artform), and it’s one that I fear is dying with the rise of electronic media – but that is a topic for a different time!
No, today, I’m going to talk about pens – specifically, how you know if the pen with which you use to write is a proper writing instrument or not (See? I can talk properly when I so choose. ;P).