I didn't realize

I didn't realize when you said "Goodbye."
you meant "So long, forever."

I didn't realize when you said "I'll write."
you meant "I'll probably be too scared and not contact you."

I didn't realize when you said "Here's my number- call me."
you meant "I want to leave the summer behind me; I may not answer or respond."

I didn't realize when you said "We will still be friends."
you meant it.

Disclaimer: This post is based on truth but written with somewhat of a poetic liberty. While specific people are referenced, the interpretation is my internal take on the situation.

A question

Why does it always seem like every time a situation causes me to say "I CAN'T do it!", God responds with "Watch me!"

Online Quizes

These are from quizzes that I saw posted on two of my friends' blogs.

58%How Addicted to Blogging Are You?

Mingle² - Dating Site

I am a little shocked that I scored this high. Maybe because I read blogs and I am slowly blogging more. Now I have more computer access and more things to blog about.

Which Chronicles of Narnia character are you most like?
created with QuizFarm.com

Maybe this is why I love her quotes more than any other person in the book series. I'll have to share them sometime. Interestingly, I got 73% for Mrs Beaver (in second place) and 63% for Aslan (third). Can I take that as a good thing since he represents a Christ-like character?

And stuck at home

I was stuck somewhere else today- my home. My city has weather level emergencies and today we were on level 3- "no one should be out during these conditions unless it is absolutely necessary to travel...Those traveling on the roadways may subject themselves to arrest." In case you have not seen the news today, my town of Findlay, OH has made headlines for flooding, due to heavy rains and a rising river.

My family has received a few calls from relatives to make sure we are alright. So for all of you wondering, we are fine- our neighborhood streets did get some flooding yesterday, but we are fine today. Our basement has also survived, which is better than some in our neighborhood.

Stuck in between

Behind me is a summer of trials and growth, being strong from some in their weakness and leaning on the strength of others in my weakness, and both giving and receiving.

Ahead is a semester of fun and fights, work and play, and planning for a future while finishing up the present.

But for 10 days, I have nothing; no real life. The days pass by as I don't want to close up the past and I don't want to get ready to continue on.

The door behind is nearly shut, so I slide my fragile fingers in the way to try and pry it open again. But they are getting hurt, pinched, nearly bleeding. But if only I could get it open! That room was so great- ALL of it.

The door ahead is heavy but beautiful. Only a lovely room can be behind it, but it will take some work to open it fully and walk all the way in.

Stuck in the hallway- between days, between rooms.

Stuck in a camera

11.5 weeks, (3)7 students, 3(2) staff, a dozen km, Millions of memories. All stuck in that camera.

And my mind. But it will slowly fade from there. And all that will remain is the pictures. The weeks are in the past, the kids will move beyond, the staff will return to their previous interests, the km will be lost on a map and the memories will become stories. Stories Envoking no emotion, retaining none of the growth or lessons. Facts...Just facts will remain.

Captured events, faces, places- stuck in a camera.

My summer is Stuck in a camera.

It was great at the time, but life moves on. One Day, one room...

Why does it all have to stay stuck in a camera?!?!

Facelift

Yes, I have decided to make a shift in my blog, thanks mainly to two friends from this summer. I will explain shortly the idea behind the new title and theme of my blog and then leave you with a "glimpse behind the mask".

8/3- We HAVE to hide- people can't be trusted with who I am.
If they reject my mask, that is not me. But if they reject me- OUCH!
But if they can't see the art in me, that is their fault. I know it is there.
I will show me, finding my worth in the art and the Artist, not the viewers.
Do we REALLY need to hide? What if I were to give glimpses behind my mask...?