'send a golden message only he would get..'

If the Word of God  is "living and active and sharper than any two edged sword," then would it not make sense to grab hold of such a powerful weapon? Although I haven't done so to any great extent, I have recently been inspired to start memorizing some scripture. What I am beginning with is the book, Second Peter. Why not the first? - you may ask. Well, I was just kind of lead there, and I'm really glad for that. 2nd Peter is really cool! Also, it's not super long, which is a good way to start when you haven't memorized a whole book before. And memorizing it causes me to really really take my time in reading it which is making it speak so much stronger to me! It's awesome. 


"First of all, you must understand this, that no prophecy of scripture is a matter of one's own interpretation, because no prophecy ever came by human will, but men and women moved by the Holy Spirit spoke from God." - 2 Peter 1:20-21


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I'm really pretty tired of my job. No, wait, that's a negative way to start out this section. How about, I am so thankful that I'm employed! I have a paycheck! I work inside with air conditioning, fun partners and some very dear customers. And I do actually enjoy some of what I do. However, here it comes, I'm really pretty tired of it. It's time for something new. So, I've begun to put myself out there in search of acting/technical work now that I'm a fresh college grad! It just takes a little time, and that's ok. Something I am pretty excited about looking more into, though, is a summer job in adventure travel. Yes, you read me right. How perfect for me would this be?!  See and learn about the world, explore, mentor teens, learn wilderness and safety/first aid skills, love on the people I meet through community service projects, and get paid for it! What a job! And it's 4-9 weeks during the summer, which, I might add, is off season for theatre.  I'll update as things, Lord willing, progress.


Speaking of theatre, I'm currently still seeking out more auditions, both stage and film, and sending off HS and Res to casting directors and awaiting callbacks from season generals, which should be pretty soon. :]

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I finally got it. I don't know why it took me so long, but I now own the latest of Imogen's albums, Ellipse, and it's fantastic. Another collection of beautiful sounds that I love, if you haven't heard, is 'Beautiful Things' by Gungor, a lovely song about how God makes beautiful things out of dust/us. Check it out! 


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I love to write. Lately I've been gathering a bunch of my writings and compiling them into one solid book. It's been a long time coming. Perhaps I'll share some poems sometime.
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I felt this way about my first kiss, did you?


peace. thanks for reading!


Emily

Shall we blog?

So I've been feeling a strong urge to blog. I love writing and my thoughts and happenings are often recorded, but on paper (or other various places my pen finds itself). So, I would like to continue, or restart I suppose, this blog that was set up so long ago. Last August, I wrote 'Back to It' and really thought I was. Let's try this again.
Here I am, twenty three years old, a fresh college grad, young, spirited and ready to go. It's time. I need to get out there and explore this world I've so long felt pulled towards. There are so many questions surrounding me right now, mainly ones of the next step towards my career, my goal. Questions expecting a plan and a "where I see myself in five years" answer. Not a bad thing to be diligent in my work but, you see, that's just not me. I do not have a single solitary goal for myself. There are just too many wonderful things! This kid needs adventure, discovery, romance, and wonder. Much of that can be found in my own 'backyard', but I suppose what I'm saying is, I'm now in a transition period. I'm being faced with milestones and the rummaging through things of old, bringing back such sweet memories that have been tucked deep down for some time. Now is the time to act. Let's not let this time, our youth, the years pass by! -says I to mineself. It is time to find a new job. It is time to take a trip, to leave the country, to breathe air on the opposite side of the world again, to write more stories and compile what I have, to act, to make music, to find you, to be me.
I can see that much of my writing may not make much sense to any who happens to read it. But that's ok. If my words are enjoyed, I will be pleased.
Now, shall we blog?

"Though our innocence was taken, not everything is lost.."

Well, it seems I wasn't really 'back to it' in August, except for that one post. I thought I was, but I found myself writing in my journal and at that, not very much. Anyway, I had an urge to write here today as I was sitting in Old Testament Historical Perspectives discussing the happenings in Eden.

I started thinking more about a question that was presented to me a little while back, and that is whether or not there is free will in Heaven. Now, I know that I cannot give the wisest answer, but this is what came to mind today. When I asked myself that question this morning, I replied, 'does it matter?' I stopped, and then responded, "Well, no, it doesn't!" There may or may not be, but by that point, I imagine we won't care. I mean, at the end of time, one who has spent their life on earth longing to be closer to God, who has made up there mind that they want to live eternally with Him, probably won't change it once they're there. It is absolutely possible, not to mention common, for someone to struggle with their relationship, or lack there of, with God throughout their life on earth. But a loving heart devoted to the Lord while alive on earth deciding once in His presence to turn away, seems impossible. There may be that choice, yes, but who could look away?! In the same way, one who has spent their life denying God and choosing to live without Him, may continue to do so after death or may regret the consequences of their choice. In any case, that will be it. But we don't have to wait! God is right here, waiting patiently with arms wide open for us to humble ourselves, come to Him, and get to know him even here. And He has given us ample opportunity and revealed Himself in numerous ways.

So, there may be something called free will in Heaven and that is far greater than this mind can understand. But for this heart it makes no difference. This heart has chosen to love it's first love, the Creator of all things, longs to be with with Him for all eternity, and will never, ever change it's mind.

back to it:

Well, here I am. Sitting up in the wee morning hours in the, though since transformed, very spot that originated the things of which came to mind and stirred me back to writing. I’ve been wanting to write the way I used to for some time, as I’ve missed it, and have been feeling pulled toward it until now when I lost that tug of war. Why was I playing? It wasn’t me, that’s why. It’s that self that’s been taking over. Anyway, I’m in the very spot, the origin, that started memory-making long ago; memories that crossed my mind this evening, or morning rather, and washed over feelings from then that I haven’t been with for some time. Unexplainable feelings of firsts and depths that were all unknown, and new and exciting and real and unlike anything that ever was or has been since. I feel badly saying so, since so much has been since, but a very different much. Something that, on the outside, seems rather common in this world. I don’t like that. Yet there they are, remaining in their undeniable uniqueness. While mostly what remains of these are the memories, I don’t want to lose that part of me that was then, that loved and wrote and thought and saw in that very small and intricate way. Everything is so big now. So heavy. What happened to my magnifying-glass eyes? And what about that tale-telling-tongue? It’s time to pull those out of storage, as I get rid of nearly everything else.

No tea or book or beloved buddy on the other end to joyfully and unknowingly converse with as the clock ticks on hours into the night. How has so much time passed by and yet here I am back in the same physical location with such similar thoughts floating around in my brain, like a stack of papers tossed from a building roof; I grab one and examine its contents, and though I’ve read it a bajillion times before, am surprised at what I find. Still a bit shocking. Still a bit of hopeful feeling that I can somehow make everything the way it was.