A Child's Heart

Today I was bored, so I decide to write a little story. If you guys like it, I might write more. This is how far I got.

4-year old Wendol, an orphan, wandered the empty streets looking for something to sustain the ever-growing hunger that urged him to press on through the heavy downpour of rain that dreary September night. Hands in his tattered jeans pockets, and head tilted downward, he shuffled his bare feet along the smooth cobblestone path. Then, all of the sudden, he bumped in to something. Quickly looking up, he found himself face to face with a young man of about 15. Franticly, Wendol ran the other way, darting around corners and dashing through alleys. Glancing behind him, he discovered that the teenager was following him. Like a panicked rabbit, he dove behind a large crate by the side of an old building. But to his great dismay, the boy had seen him. After approaching the spot where Wendol sat curled up and shaking, he knelt down in front of him. Tears streamed down his chubby cheeks. “Please don’t hurt me.” Wendol whispered in a shaky voice. The boy slowly reached out his hand and said, “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” The little boy stared up at him with his big blue eyes. “I just came after you because, well, I thought you might be lost. Where are your parents?” Wendol sat up and wiped his eyes with his sleeve “A man was shooting at me for being in his yard, and my mama got shot because she stepped in front of me to protect me. And daddy died in the army when I was a baby.” The boy’s face grew even more solemn. “That’s terrible. So, you’re an orphan, huh? I am, too. The name’s Justace, by the way.” “I’m Wendol.” He said as Justace helped him up. “Why are you an orphan?” Justace’s soft brown eyes looked sad. “I don’t know.” He said. “I’ve been all on my own ever since I can remember. I’m not even sure if my parents are alive or not.” He looked down at Wendol. “Let’s get you somewhere warm and dry.” The next thing Wendol knew, he was in an old abandoned fishing shack eating a very satisfying meal of fish and stale crackers. “Pertty nice place, eh?” Justace said smirking. “Found it just last year. It’s nothing special, but it keeps the rain out. Sort of. Where were you staying before?” “Nowhere, really.” Wendol replied. “I mostly just slept on top of crates or stacks of newspapers… if I could find any.”

A Great Book

This is taken from a really good book I read a while back, called “One Thing You Can’t Do In Heaven” by Mark Cahill. I’m going to try to post a little each time, till we get through the entire book! (Not sure if that will actually happen, but I can dream, can’t I?)

Some of Chapter 1:

“I can guarantee that there is one thing you cannot do in heaven that you can do on earth. Share your faith with a non-believer. Why? Because everyone is heaven is a believer. Do you realize that when you take your last breath, you will never again be able to talk to a lost person? Since that is true, shouldn’t it be a priority of your life to reach out to all the lost people on earth while you can? I firmly believe that witnessing is a learned talent. God burdens our hearts to reach the lost, but we must get out there and start practicing those conversations. The funny thing is, the more you practice, the easier it becomes. Jesus says, in Luke 12:12, “For the Holy Ghost shall teach you in the same hour what ye aught to say.” The Holy Spirit is very faithful to take us all the way through a conversation and to give us plenty of thinks to say. All we must do is get in ‘that same hour.” Let the Lord take you into opportunities, and He will show you how faithful He really is. Realize that when we stand in front of God, none of us will say that we shared His Son too much. But many of us will realize that we shared His Son much too little during our time on earth.

I Gots Something To Say

Do you ever feel like you’re the only one who sees the truth and significance of something? And it means a lot to you, but others take it for granted? There are so many circumstances in which this fits, but right now I am referring to one thing in particular that I feel everyone has over looked. It is this song:
Give me a world that's equal on all sides
Let freedom flow as constant as the tides
I pray with each sunset, “Don't forget to rise”
I live without regret
For ordinary lives

I'm lookin' at life through my own eyes
Searchin' for a hero to idolize
Feeling the pain as innocence dies
Looking at life through my own eyes
I'm hoping and praying for a brighter day
I listen to my heart and I obey
How can I see it any other way?
I'm looking at life
Through my own eyes

I see a land with liberty for all
Yet still I know the truth will rise and fall
That's just the way it goes

And I know when you're looking for the truth
If you go and read between the lines
You'll discover how and why

I take my heart into battle
Give that freedom bell a rattle
Get my independence signed
Declare it on the dotted line
In Philadelphia freedom ring
And patriotic voices sing
Red White & Blue never give up
We represent America!






(For anyone who doesn’t know, those are the lyrics to Liberty’s Kids, a children’s animated TV show set in the 1770’s) I’m sorry, but I can’t see how anyone can just ignore those words. And if you can read them and not feel something deep inside you, then you’re just plain shallow. Let me elaborate: In the first two lines, the “narrator” is talking about how he can’t stand slavery. It’s just so wrong how some people assumed that they were better in every way than some people. And he wanted freedom all across the world for everyone. The third line: there was a war going on at that time. Things were very dangerous, and no one was guaranteed that they would live another day. The next two lines I’m not too sure about, so correct me if I’m wrong; but I almost think he is saying how he doesn’t pity people who die in battle, because our people have to defend our country, and of course, no one’s gonna feel sorry for the enemy. But again, I’m not positive. On to the next stanza. (This is actually the chorus.) First, he is telling how he’s thinking for himself, and not going by what anyone else believes. And he’s trying to find someone to look up to who believes the truth like he does. This third line really gets to me. Children were getting exposed to all sorts of horrible things. Death, heartlessness, non-forgivingness, pitilessness, abandonment… (Hey wow, those are actually real words.) You name it. It was painful to see what these children were going through. Their whole childhood basically disappeared. Let’s skip to the next two stanzas, which go together. The question is why are people now standing against the truth they once stood for? If you’re searching for the answer to that, you’ll eventually find it. (Is what he’s saying.) Um, the only answer I can give for this one is men’s hearts are wicked. (Which isn’t too difficult to figure out.) It’s rather sad how the narrator predicted that would happen. And then in the last stanza, of course, he enlists in the army. A very honorable thing to do. So, there. I’ve poured my heart out to you, and you can take it or leave it; but I just wanted the world to know how I feel about all this. Wholey cow, this is a long post. But I’m sure there’ll be many more to come.

Another Dimension?

Have you ever thought about strange things like what it would be like if there were a parallel universe? Like in this one episode of Star Trek (Deep Space 9) this lady stepped through a mirror, and found herself in another world. This world had all the people she knew in it, including herself, but everyone had different personalities, and did different things. The “her” of that world kidnapped her, (whoa, how confusing) and the man who was the captain of her ship, in this world was an unfriendly bum. I like to pretend that the me in another world’s name is Marina (my parents were considering naming me that, and I kinda wish they had.) and she has an older brother named Kyle, who is, in my world, my long-lost non-biological brother (whom I miss dearly) and he and she are spies. And most of the other people in my life are there, too. One man in my church is an evil spy, and another is a double agent, for example. Yah I’m weird, I know; but that’s what this blog is for. All my thoughts, no matter how random they may be. ;)

Ahhh, Memories...

Do you ever think about those special quirky little things of summer that make you wish winter would hurry up and be over? Like running through the grass barefoot in your pajamas in the morning and getting your feet wet from the dew. And closing your eyes and spreading out your arms while swinging and imagining that you are flying. Eating watermelon and getting it all over your face… and arms… and clothes… and the table. Digging in the dirt for no reason at all. Chasing butterflies that you know you’ll never catch. Jumping out of bed and running to the nearest window when you hear fireworks at night. Turning on the hose, spraying it at just the right angle to see little rainbows, getting everything in sight wet (including pets and little brothers), and then walking through the water puddles and stepping on the dry spots in the concrete to make footprints. Running and falling down in the grass just for the fun of it. Picking flowers for mom whether she wants you to or not. Decorating yourself with flowers and other things. Smelling the wonderful scent of dad cooking steaks on the grill. Washing the car, and spending a much longer time than it should take doing it, because you enjoy it so much. (For who knows what reason.) Naming every caterpillar you find. Having sleepovers with your friends and laughing your head off all night long. Putting all sorts of different stuff in the freezer to make into popsicle-type things. Having the wind in your face and in your hair (messing it up) from the open car window. Laying on the trampoline and staring up at the sky… I love summer! Luv it, luv it, luv it.

Introduction

Hello and welcome to my blog! This blog will be about my thoughts, dreams, ideas, and stuff that happens in my life. This blog was partly inspired by a favorite blog of mine: http://sprinkleofthoughts.blogspot.com Pretty much all I do all day and night long is think, so I’ve decided it’s time I share some of those thoughts with the world. I don’t know if anyone will be interested, but “Hey, why not give it a try?” I thought. So, enjoy! :)