Not written for any specific prompt, just a little something about this morning around the house. The picture is my cat, Usako, finding my eldest niece’s paper flower and checking it out. She’s a curious little thing who also likes to ambush people
We are always told that everything has a price. And you know what? That’s true. Nothing is free, nothing is without a cost. Christ paid the ultimate price for His love for us. no, i’m not talking about just His death. I’m talking about the anguish, the darkness and the loneliness He felt (must have felt) the night before He was taken. Even with His price that has already been paid, there is something that we must give in order to receive His mercy.
As I said before, nothing is free.
But what He asks in return is only our sins, only those things that hurt us. (shakes head at self) If it were just that simple. Our sins, in a way, have come to define us. We have allowed them to take a central role in our lives. Letting go of them is not easy, nor does it seem to be a one-time thing. It is something that we will need to do many times throughout our lives.
I say need because it is not something that many want to do. We hold onto them, clinging with all our might, keeping them close to our hearts. After all, if you have chosen something to represent who you are, have made it a part of yourself, do you want to let it go?
Right…uh…(feels like a tv filled with white noise is going off in her head)
So, I’m 15, but we moved from Sandy to Riverton to Sandy and Julia’s not only back from Germany but already had the baby (it’s a boy!) and the baby looks like he’s 7.
I am just this side of hysterical.
Julia told me to write how I’m feeling i this nifty little book and I’m feeling really overwhelmed and kind of dazed with just a pinch of hysteria at the back.
Eyes full of lightWith disheveled hair; We’re full of flare. These children I see Have become a part of me. Never to be left alone Within my very crowded home.
Written for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-twenty/
I’m sitting and listening to the children carouse about the house and yard, all hopped up on Easter candy. It is a beautiful day to learn of the resurrection of Christ and to listen to the sounds of my family while they celebrate. Today is joyous for me.