Childhood on a bike.

 

         
        Now. There are many who don't quite understand the meaning of a bike. A apparatus for exercise. A mode of transportation. A item for neighborhood fun. Maybe even a strange tool to get away. But for me, a bicycle is the means I use to dream. It is pen I use to write a fairy-tale, the magic carpet I ride as means to sail through the sky, and the shooting star I harness in order to flit through the galaxy. So much excitement for a simple bike? Yes, and I'll tell you why.
           I'm sure when I'm older, I'll look back on my years as a teenager and mostly remember my time on my bike. That's what will come to mind. My high school years may be a bit blurry, but the time I spent on my bike will be crystal clear. If people asked me to describe my 16th year in three words, "bicycle" would be one of them. Yes, bicycle is a noun, but what would happen if we turned it into an adjective? For me.... bicycle would mean dreamy, free, exhilaration. Me and bicycle dreams. When you ride down the paved sidewalks, past the green manicured lawns, with the wind kissing your face and the breeze billowing through your hair, your cares are left behind. You literally ride away your worries.
           Sometimes as I ride by bike I grab on to the nearest limb of a tree and get a handful of leaves. As I continue to ride I let them slip away from my clasp one....by one....by one.... until they're all gone and blown away into the breeze. Just like the leaves, my worries leave me as I ride on my bike. So this is why I treasure something as simple as a bicycle. It causes me to dream and takes away my worries. What is better than that?

Safe and Sound - Taylor Swift and Civil Wars

I remember tears streaming down your face

When I said, I'll never let you go

When all those shadows almost killed your light

I remember you said, Don't leave me here alone

But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight

Just close your eyes

The sun is going down

You'll be alright

No one can hurt you now

Come morning light

You and I'll be safe and sound

Don't you dare look out your window darling

Everything's on fire

The war outside our door keeps raging on

Hold onto to this lullaby

Even when the music's gone

Just close your eyes

The sun is going down

You'll be alright

No one can hurt you now

Come morning light

You and I'll be safe and sound

Just close your eyes

You'll be alright

Come morning light,

You and I'll be safe and sound...

Christmastime... its here?

Already. Its here. And I honestly can't believe it. When I was a young girl I counted down the days til Christmas. Several months before, I'd state... 87 days til Christmas. But now, I have just realized, Christmas is 5 days away. I still have my gift shopping to do! Its quite ridiculous how late I get off for Christmas break this year. I'm still not on break yet. One more midterm to go. I guess its been the stress of five huge tests weighing down on me that has prohibited me from being able to get into the Christmas spirit. Even without midterms the last few week have been been rather wonderfully eventful and yet, still very wearing on me as well. I mean, excitement can exhaust the human soul. To be honest, I just need to survive the next 24 hours, I really can't wait til tomorrow is over and all the tests are done. Only then can I happily hibernate in my bed for several days and then wake up to a room full of presents. Christmastime is here.

Patient Endurance

"Patient endurance is what you need now, so that you will continue to do God's will. Then you will receive all that He has promised." ~Hebrews 10:36

Life and its Curveballs.

           I should be doing homework. But instead, I couldn't drag myself to do it, so instead I'm here, writing my feelings. Mounting them onto the transparent wall of the internet. So, my life? Well, this year has thrown me many curve-balls. I think I have things figured out. I think the ball is right about to head right over home plate, I swing at it.... and miss. The ball curves and hits me unexpectedly. I just don't understand my feelings anymore. Things seem to change like the wind. And now my life has become a bit more exciting and confusing. Now, I'm not complaining, because I always wanted excitement, but life becomes a bit twistier than you expect sometimes. We can't see what's coming. But there is One who does.
          You see, in all my confusion and blind walks into life, I should have sought God for the answers. He's the only one who knows which way the balls curve and what new excitement our life will hold. So as I search and senselessly try to figure things out, God has it all in control, I only need to call on him and seek Him for the answers. He won't reveal the whole picture, but just enough to trust Him and follow His commands. In fact sometimes He leads us with nothing else to go on except the faith we have in Him. Sometimes, its just a matter of trust and obedience. Denying our wants and earthly wisdom and accepting everything he has called us to do.

16.

              1 month and 17 days. Then I turn 17. As weird as it may sound, I'm kinda sad to be another year older. When I was 6 years old I dreamed of the day I'd turn 16, thinking I'd have a cat, a car, and a boyfriend. I have none of these. And I'm happy. Instead I have 2 rabbits, a permit, and some really amazing friends. My 16th year was not as good as I thought it would be, It was better. I experienced a mission trip to Haiti, made more friends, got more invovled in church outreaches, and now, several weeks before my 17th birthday I will be heading out to another mission trip, this time in Mexico. So 16. Wasn't so bad. In fact, I don't ever want to leave this age, but before I fully commit to this year and longing to be 16 forever, I need to remember 17 could be even better. So 17, soon we'll meet, and when we do, promise me you'll be as good to me as 16 was. 

Where has class gone?

          Remember years ago when women had class. When they help their head high with the respect of many. When they had beautiful and modest style and believed in goodness. When ladies had poise and elegance. They said profound words and held their own, not a care of if the world thought ill of them. One of these ladies I believe is Audrey Hepburn. In fact, she is the reason I adore my middle name Audrey. She had class. She had deep thoughts and witty sayings, as she said thinks like,

“I believe in pink.

I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. 

I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. 

I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. 

I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. 

I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.” 

               She was the definition of class from "Breakfast at Tiffany's" to "Roman Holiday" her acting career made her famous and her outlook on life... even more so. I wish the world still had some Audreys in it. Modern-day Cinderellas.

A song for everything?

Some say she's got a song for everything... so maybe she does.... Wish I could be this enchanted...