Posts Tagged ‘ music ’


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?


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… 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…


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

in which… I start off the new year

I was this close to making it a resolution to blog every day this year. You know, the 365 day blogging challenge thingy. But I like to blog, and I decided after some thought that I would get so incredibly tired of myself if I took on that challenge… So I turned away from it. It was difficult… But I managed.

I got a Logitech c525 for Christmas [webcam, for you non-tech’s], so I plan to have some quick-like vlog’s out in a few days… But my poor Brennan [laptop] is about to finally kick the bucket, and until I get him a new battery, he can’t handle the awesomeness of my new webcammie. [sorry Brenny boy, but you know it’s true]

I realized [after the fact] that my New Year’s playlist consisted mostly of slow, non-pep tracks. Not the type of music you’d expect of a playlist for celebrating the coming of a new year anyways… Songs like, Make it Stop [September’s Children] by Rise Against, and Rough Hands by Alexisonfire topped the list, followed by Savior, My Worst Nightmare, Holiday, ect. It wasn’t that my New Year’s was sad, or depressing, or lonely… Directly the opposite actually… The mindset behind the day was, in one word [er, two], “low-key.” And so was the playlist.

Yes, in case you wondered, I have playlists for just about every type of event that occurs in my life… and if we have ever conversed, I’ve probably got one for you also…

But the more I think about it, the meaning behind the playlist is really my biggest resolution…

I want my 2012 to be “low-key.” It’s how I like to live… and I hope to continue to trot down the path, leading a “low-key” lifestyle.

And actually, here’s to hoping you take a minute to join me.

*clinks glass*

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

The Adventures of Scruffy-Face and Razor Man, Vol. 1

Is it odd that I have 3 New Year’s resolutions already?

Background: I never have New Year’s resolutions. And on the rare occasion that I do, I never make it past January, keeping them. It infuriates me to no end.

But this year, ohh this year, things will be different. I swear it.

Quite possibly, the reason I never make it a full year is because of the insane impossibility of the resolutions I give myself. Such as last year. After taking a nutrition/health foods class, I vowed to go an entire year [and hopefully the rest of my life *thumbs up!*] without using a microwave.

You heard me.

Obviously, I made it to January 8th, and then gave up on that particular resolution.


But this year I have some very “do-able” resolutions. At least… they seem that way at this point… Mr. Microwave resolution seemed “do-able” at the time…

And we all know how that turned out.


Some random strangers at the dollar store made my day today. After placing my items on the counter, the scruffy, twenty-something cashier barely glanced at me before asking “You guys find everything alright?” Catching his use of the words “You guys”, I looked behind me and discovered another scruffy, bed-headed twenty-something with a packet of neon pink razors in his hand.

Observation 1) Razor Man is my age

Observation 2) Razor Man is buying razors for his sister/girlfriend/wife [With the laters being more likely]

Observation 3) Razor Man obviously has character and/or a good sense of humor to wield a packet of Pepto pink razors defiantly, as he is so doing

Observation 4) Scruffy-face Cashier thinks Razor Man and I are together

Observing these things, I laugh and tell Scruffy-face, “Oh, it’s just me” attempting to inform him of my lack of relationship with Razor Man without causing him embarrassment. “Oh, my bad y’all,” Scruffy says, and Razor Man chuckles behind me.

Observation 5) Razor Man, as assumed before, has a good sense of humor

So after paying my dues to Scruffy-face, pocketing my receipt, and gathering my plastic sacks, I, on a whim, flash a smile and wave to Razor Man with a chipper “Bye honey!” then proceed to walk out the door, the uproarious laughter of Scruffy and Razor Man and all the other customers pretending not to eavesdrop following me until I’m outside.

It doesn’t sound quite so funny now, but it still makes me chuckle, just thinking about it.

My days are made by random, scruffy-faced, bed-headed, dollar store shoppers.

That could be a song.

Speaking of songs…

300 Violin Orchestra just started playing on my iTunes shuffle… Now I feel the need to take a heroic stance.