Friday, April 8, 2016. I sit down, determined to get homework done. As usual, I open my computer and reach for my head phones. But then I feel the breeze. It finally stopped raining, so this morning I opened up my window. From outside, I can feel the fresh, crisp morning air. Then I hear it - the bird song. Something I would not have heard if I had chosen to keep my window shut today or plugged in my headphones. Tuesday, April 5, 2016. I did an interview with a.

What should I post? And this was the easy route. It is, as most everything is, inspired by Cally Declan. I made it my goal to be reading one fiction and one nonfiction at a time, and so I read this along with my devotionals.

Hi there, and welcome to my blog! This is an outlet for my thoughts, randum ideas, strange things. and hey! Your comments are much appreciated! Tuesday, February 18, 2014. Surprise ahhh yes it is a surprise to me too methinks! A post. And a year later at that. So much has happened in the last year! A psnexcuse odd words or letters. I have yet to get a legit keyboard for my tablet yet so it does odd things every now and than. Thursday, January 24, 2013.

Saturday, August 15, 2015. I felt so incredibly happy and just sat in awe for a few moments. I knew that this was a night I would remember for a long time, the memories I was sure to make with my friends. Yet little did I know, for how long. Looking up into the night sky, little snowflakes filled the air. I put my hands in the pockets of my coat.

Tuesday, 4 August 2015.

Saturday, August 15, 2015. From across a crowded hallway.

Mehndhi, or Henna, is probably one of my most favorite things in the world, despite the two hours that it took to paint. Within these blurry photographs I hope you can find a culture that is rich and beautiful and one of a kind, the heritage that I come from. I just want the kids of the world to be educated and be good people. A blast from the past.

The day the rain came back. in what seemed like the blink of an eye new, green life pushed up through the earth and brought with it the reminder of renewal and life. Will open the heavens, the storehouse of his bounty,. Of poverty, loss pain and.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015. She let her tough walls fall when they were alone. She enveloped the child in a warm hug. No other mother loves her daughter. Its backdrop the milky moon. It was so near, yet so far;. Almost like you could capture the moon in a fist. Spoke what words could not. The moon her spotlight,.