Silly professor

I think my writing professor needs to sign himself up for a math class....he gave me ten out of five points on my homework from the other day....I'm not complaining or anything......as long as people don't start to question my means of acquiring extra credit =P

Free to be Me~Francesca Battistelli♥

At twenty years of age I'm still looking for a dream
A war's already waged for my destiny
But You've already won the battle
And You've got great plans for me
Though I can’t always see

‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me

When I was just a girl I thought I had it figured out
My life would turn out right, and I'd make it here somehow
But things don't always come that easy
And sometimes I would doubt

‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me

And you’re free to be you

Sometimes I believe that I can do anything
Yet other times I think I've got nothing good to bring
But You look at my heart and You tell me
That I've got all You seek
And it’s easy to believe
Even though...

I've got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me♥
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When God Fearin' Women Get The Blues♥

She was the prom queen
He was the quarterback of the football team
And it all looked so promising
We never thought anything would happen like this
And then all of a sudden
Twenty-five years of love and devotion
Down the drain

We all heard her hollerin'
For a country mile
Cheatin' shows your complete lack of style
Well she took out three parking meters
And a pedestrian's purse
The day she quit the baptist choir
And threw that Ford into reverse

Lock up your husbands
Lock up your sons
Lock up your whiskey cabinets
Girls lock up your guns
Lock up the beauty shop
No tellin' if they've heard the news
Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus
Tell 'em lock up them high heels shoes

When God-fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap-dab-a tellin'
What they're gonna do
Run around yellin'
I've got a Mustang
It'll do 80
You don't have to be my baby
I've stirred my last batch of gravy
You don't have to be my baby

Call all the deacons
Call the ladies aid
Call all the altos, sopranos, tenors
Call every bass
Well call all the pentecostals
Bring that anointing oil too
Well call the preacher
He's the only one can reach her
And there's ain't no time to lose

When God-fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap-dab-a tellin'
What they're gonna do
Run around yellin'
I've got a Mustang
It'll do 80
You don't have to be my baby
I've stirred my last batch of gravy
You don't have to be my baby

She's on all our prayer lists
She's on all our hearts
As for the Easter cantata
We don't know who'll sang her part

When God-fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap-dab-a tellin'
What they're gonna do
Run around yellin'
I've got a Mustang
It'll do 80
You don't have to be my baby
I've stirred my last batch of gravy
You don't have to be my baby

Carrie Underwood~Quitter

Here's how it goes
Boy meets girl
Girl leaves boy
That's all I know
All I've done, all my life

'Cause throughout my history
I've only been with jerks
Who couldn't take it
But you see the picket fence
A swing on the front porch with us two on it

When I believe that nothing lasts forever
You stay with me, keeping us together
And make me feel like I never, ever wanna give you up
'Til now, I've always been a quitter

You rescued me
Saved my life, just in time
Saw past all my issues and scars
And made me try

'Cause ohhh, the way you're kissing me makes it hard to breathe
But I still like it
Oh, oh, it truly feels like a dream
You know exactly how I want it

When I believe that nothing lasts forever
You stay with me, keeping us together
And make me feel like I never, ever wanna give you up
'Til now, I've always been a quitter
I've always been a quitter

When I believe that nothing lasts forever
You stay with me, keeping us together
And make me feel like I never, ever wanna give you up
'Til now, I've always been a quitter
I've always been a quitter

My weekend project♥

My Freshly painted door :) It's about timeeeeeee!!!!!!!!! I love it....pink and blood red♥

A Rose Among the Thorns♥

When I think of a rose I initially think of beauty, softness, fragrance, love....but when I think further I realize that these things are only part of it. There you have a fresh rose in the peak of it's fragrance and beauty, it's dark red hue arousing sentiments of love and romance, but that's not all. Look further, try to hold it, and you get pricked by the defensive thorns it displays. Pick it, take it home, planning to admire its beauty and enjoy its presence daily, but what happens after four or five days? It wilts: it is no longer happy in the environment in which it has been placed. What it feared would happen has happened, as hard as it tried to prevent it by using all of it's grand defenses. As I think more on the rose I realize that it mirrors the qualities that I often find in myself. Love is a wonderfully amazing thing when it is found, but so often I find myself wilting despite the best of circumstances. Being chosen to be someone's girl, despite the worries and hesitations, is a great honor and pleasure, but it is also a tremendous risk. On the road to love, as I go along for the ride, my tender petals get bumped, bruised, and sometimes torn. Of course these things are never meant to happen, but they do: fact of life. Sure, he loves me, admires me, tells me things that make me melt, but still I grow weary of it all, wondering what is missing. Oh, but wait! a voice inside me whispers....and ah! I do know what is missing: my roots, my natural environment, the way God meant for me to grow! In my haste to be loved and admired did I leave behind my roots, my life support, my only means of growth?! No wonder I look inside and see my petals wilting and my stem growing weary almost so much that it cannot support my leaves. I must take myself back and graft myself to my anchor, my roots, my life line, before the last petal falls to the ground and nothing remains.

Hold me, lead me safely on, oh great Jehovah; take me to the place where my soul may rest and drink of your everlasting water that gives such peace♥

A First Kiss♥

                A first kiss…..What is it about that moment that completely rearranges one’s ability to execute simple motor skills? It’s almost as though someone pulled the cord and your body is floating in a sea of mush…complete with tingles that beg for more. I do believe that this is one of the most amazing feelings I have ever experienced. The sad thing is you can only experience a first kiss with your man once. Sure, there are times where it almost feels that way….and if you try hard enough you can imagine you’re there again, but that first time: nothing can compete.

                I love the surprise of a first kiss. I and he-both wondering when the moment will occur, and when it actually happens….Oh I just melt! You may be just walking along…holding hands…commenting on something in a boutique shop, then all the sudden somehow you end up face to face…merely inches apart, then the space diminishes and you’re locked in a moment that will forever be trapped in the treasure box of your mind. Oh what a sweet, sweet feeling that fills the mind when this moment occurs: I absolutely love it <3

Free Willy

Gazing out over the ocean I wonder, does it ever feel lonely? It tosses and turns and rages and roars, but does it feel the loneliness that overwhelms my broken heart? I long to release myself in sweet surrender to the arms of the ocean, to be a part of the vastness of it—do I hear it call my name? This earth crunches and groans beneath my feet and cause them to be sore and tired. But the ocean….Ah…the ocean…. tis a different story. It runs wild and free, no constraints, no pressures, no nothing except for the contents within that are content to “go with the flow”. ..I wish to be within it.

Some things will never change, and some things will never be the same

Some things will never change, and some things will never be the same                   02.09.10

A woman was taking an early morning walk on the beach to soak in the salty air and listen to the sound of the rushing waves, when she noticed a small girl standing on the shoreline not too far off. The girl with tousled sandy blonde hair that blew softly in the wind stood there, not moving a muscle, as though she were completely tranquilized by movement of the ocean. As the woman moved closer she noticed that the small blonde stood rigid, with hands shoved in pockets, jaw set, with a determined glare, not a tranquil stare. “How could a small girl with so few years on her plate be so stern?” The woman thought to herself. Having seen the child, the woman’s brow furrowed as she continued to walk down the beach, unable to shake the image from her head. She thought of the circumstances that the girl perhaps had come from. Could it have been abuse, neglect, hurtful words, or so many other things? Little girls aren’t supposed to have burdens, they are supposed to have fun, play, dress up, be the little princesses that all the stories and movies portray them to be. This particular little girl, though, was anything but the innocent child we so often picture. Her toughened exterior screams for reprieve, for someone to reach out and help her, while at the same time, it tells the world that she doesn’t need anyone but herself, and that she’d prefer to be alone. As the woman glanced back over her shoulder, she caught the girl staring after her, longing for some kind of connection. She held her gaze until the girls head dropped down, then she turned and continued walking, heart heavy and saddened. She wanted to run to the small girl and wrap her arms around her and tell her everything was going to be okay, but she couldn’t, she simply couldn’t. Her throat tightened as she walked more quickly through the cool early morning sand. No little girl should be so alone, so hardened, so scarred. She glanced back for one more look, but all she saw were the waves crashing against the shore, illumined by the pinkish hues of the morning light. The tiny reflection of herself was gone almost as eerily as she appeared, but didn’t leave before leaving a haunting memory in her mind. Oh how her heart ached to go back and take the little girl in her arms and carry her off to a better place where she could play and laugh and know what it was like to not have pain.

K. Foxwell