Posts Tagged ‘ lyrics ’

*fizz/pop*

I was having a conversation with Clay the other day about how, as a kid, I used to think that becoming a missionary would awful. I’m a homebody, I like to be in a familiar area. I like to feel completely comfortable in my surroundings. So for a 12-year-old me, being a missionary was a terrifying idea. Traveling to a foreign country, surrounded by people speaking a different language, adjusting to cultures and norms vastly different from my own… It was really, really scary.

I believe that a huge piece of Faith is choosing to be ok getting outside of your comfort zone. I believed this even as a kid. So as a 12 year old, I was completely, absolutely, positively sure that God was going to call me to be a missionary, solely because it was the last thing on earth I wanted to do. Now, at 20, I’ve been involved with ministries, become the Women’s Outreach leader in a local college bible study, and been halfway across the world and back administering health care to the men, women, and children of Zambia. Is this considered missionary work?

mis-sion-ar-y

1. a person sent by a church into an area to carry on evangelism or other activities, as educational or hospital work.

So to answer my previous question, yes, it is missionary work. I am a missionary.

“The second you walk out the doors of this church, you become a missionary to the world. Your calling as a Christian is to administer the love of your Lord and proclaim his word to everyone.” -Tony VanDerWilt

I look back at my childish fears and laugh to myself. Cause isn’t it funny that something I so greatly feared has become the position I now jump at the chance to fill? He not only shows us how to conquer our fears, He uses them! Our God is greater.

“When everything gets so complicated

Who do I choose to believe?

Religion can be so overrated

But all I know is now I am free

I was lost in a place no one wants to be

Trying hard to convince myself to believe

You were there all along, I just couldn’t see…” -EleventySeven “Love in Your Arms”

The lightbulb in my Scentsy went out… And for some reason I don’t fully understand, this has drained nearly every ounce of creativity from me. Interesting… I’ll ponder more on this later…

in which… I am G-L-A-M-O-R-OUS*

I feel like happiness is a choice. There are lots of people who have it made and are some of the unhappiest people I know. There are lots of people who have had to work hard their entires lives, and they are some of the happiest people I know… It’s a choice.

Fergie doesn’t seem to have a problem with this choice… Though I do think she would be thrown into the “I-Have-It-Made” classification…

We’re flying the first class
Up in the sky
Poppin’ champagne
Livin’ the life
In the fast lane
And I wont change

*While I hate to give Fergie any positive recognition, because I dislike her stringy-haired, botoxed face, I just like the lyrics to this particular song… I can’t help it.

in which… I’m sharing tunes

I dug through a bin of records at a trashy antique shop for 20 minutes before finding a beauty with this number on it. This song is in my top 5 list of favorite songs. And it takes A LOT to be in that list. I love lots of songs. But not many make it to my top 5.

In case you wondering, this, my friends, is music.

My heart is cryin’, cryin’ lonely teardrops

My pillows never dry of lonely teardrops
Come home, come home

Just say you will, say you will (say you will) Say you will (say you will) Hey, hey (say you will)

Just give me another chance, for our romance. Come on and tell me that one day you’ll return. Cause everyday that you’ve been gone away, you know my heart does nothing but burn

Cryin’ lonely teardrops. My pillows never dry of lonely teardrops
Come home, come home

Just say you will, say you will

in which… my Dad is amazing

I made coffee in my french press… And drank all of it… Hence the 1 AM blog…

So technically, it’s not Father’s day anymore… But it’s still Sunday in my mind, as I haven’t slept yet…

I was going to write a Father’s day post earlier but got caught up in homework and then decided to crash with my family afterwards. Because even better than writing about Father’s day, is spending time with said Father.

In honor of the day, I combed through some old family pics.

Not sure how old I was in this picture… I’m going to take a guesstimate at 6ish… Maybe 7.

Cheesing it up. And there’s a helpful date-stamp on this one. I was 13 in this picture. Craaaazy.

I love that guy. I’m one of those kids that irritates people cause I always talk about how great my parents are.

But seriously, they ‘re amazing. You have no idea.

One of the most precious memories I’ve got of my Dad, and one I’ll probably always have stored in the ‘favorites’ jar, is a recent acquirement. It was during one of those parent-child talks (pretty sure I initiated it though…) and those are always great talks in our house. It’s an amazing memory, where I actually watched my Dad slowly come to the realization that I was moving down a path he didn’t truly enjoy… Yet he respected me enough to let me grow. And I’m not sure if I’ve ever felt more loved than when I watched him sit back and smile at me, with tears in his eyes, and show me with his emotion how much he respected me, in allowing changes he didn’t want to accept, but knew I was ready for. That is a crazy, crazy love.

 “It’s okay. Seasons are changing and waves are crashing and stars are falling all for us… It’s okay…” -Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Love ya, Dad

in which… I can’t get Billy Joel out of my head

Which, in certain situations, is not such a bad thing…

Unless the song in question is “Uptown Girl”… and you yourself are a girl… because walking through Walmart singing “I”m looking for my Uptown Girl!”, draws some curious glances…

I thought it was a good time for some factuals. I love factuals.

Factual #1- I have never watched The Titanic. I know. Terrible.

Factual #2- I can draw some pretty legitimate creepy-like, stick trees.

Factual #3- I hate alien movies.

Factual #4- I did it… I succumbed to the call of Pintrest. *hangs head*

Factual #5- In the profile picture I have posted on my sidebar, I am not wearing a single bit of makeup.

Factual #6- In a few short weeks, I will [for the first time in my life] have a class inside an actual classroom.

Factual #7- My lucky number is 62.

I decided on factuals about myself this time… Next time I’ll do something different… I quite enjoy factuals…

GET IT?

Hello, My name is Danielle, and I am a nerd…

*dramatic sob*

“So take this photograph, and I’ll take this empty frame. I won’t be coming back, but you’re not the one to blame.” -Framing Hanley

oh, mr. twain

“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born, and the day you figure out why.” –Mark Twain

 

I’m pretty sure I could rock this haircut… And days like this make me want to pull a drastic, and slice it all off.

“Before I run far away

I need to take a holiday

Maybe it’s a fall from grace

I gotta find a new place

A holiday

I’ll set off on a new chase

I gotta see a new face

I need to take a holiday…”

Boys Like Girls

an implausibly vague blog entry…

Put your favorite record on/ Go straight to your favorite song/ I’ve seen you laugh and cry/ Now I wanna see you dance…

-The Fold

I’m so freaking nervous. Excited nervous. Good excited nervous. The nervous you get when you’re about to do something thrilling. It’s November… and after that is December… and December is the last month of the old year, and then comes the start of the new year.

There are so many new things happening in the new year. I can’t help but tap my toes in nervous excitement. BRING ON THE NEW YEAR. But not too quickly… because I want to savor the taste of excited nervousness. I don’t ride roller coasters, so this is about as thrilling as my life gets…

So many new things… New places… New situations… New thought processes… That’s the biggest “new” thing for me I believe… I’m looking at so many things in such a drastically different way, that I wonder if I can even call them the same things… It’s strange… its exciting. And it makes me nervous. Excited nervous.

I have my comforter pulled down and my pillows arranged, because as soon as this entry is published I am literally going to leap from my desk and into my bed. The extent of my exhaustion, eh?

Of a childlike faith and of my honest praise, of my Unashamed Love/ Of a holy life and of my sacrifice, and of my Unashamed Love…

-Jason Morant