Saturday, 5 September 2009
It's weird how your body as a body is capable of things you never thought possible of your little body. I can think thoughts that I would not think. I can do things I don't do. Yet there's that choice on whether you're going to, or are not going to do so.
It's like, anyone can pick up a guitar and strum it. They can pluck those strings until their fingers fall off. But it takes a person to take that guitar and do more than just fiddle around. It takes a person to go out and take lessons. It takes a person to take that guitar and learn how to play it, not just play it.
So that's the way my life is. I'm asking for God, I'm picking up this guitar, and it's up to me what I do with it.
Blurb for the day.
- In answer to Leah and Sonia's question: the pictures that I have recently been posting on the blog are, with many thanks, from Liss, a photographer from Australia. Clap your hands, please.
- My heart song at the moment is Barlow Girls "Here's my life". That song is so deep, and so beautiful, how can you not love it? I think the thing that really gets me is when they sing this:"And God I'm crying out tonight/ Cause I've given you my life/ But I'm tired and I'm missing what's behind/ So once more here's my life"
- That's my total heart song. She is literally giving it over to God. Is she nervous and afraid? Heck yeah. Despite that, however, she's not letting it get in her way and she's crying out, giving him her life.
- Inspiring? I think so.
- I went to the art museum today and it was a very cool experience!
- Last night my brother had his birthday party... he's not a little boy anymore :(...
- Anyway. We went Go Carting and all that jazz and it was so so fun! But we were out until 12:30 and I was dragging this morning. My dad started calling me Ms. Grumpy Gills.
- All I have to say is at least I don't have gills like.... somebody. I. Know.
- Emma was, to say the least, shocked when I wrote that she was a gifted/ talented writer on this blog.
- UM... HELLO?! Emma, I know you're going to read this so listen good: You are one darn good writer! Don't you dare ever think different!!!
- Ok. I'm done.
- Comments are always appreciated!
~A&A
P.S. Does anybody besides me wonder what was the best thing before sliced bread?How do you eat un-sliced bread anyway??
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3 comments:
I think that may have been my favorite blurb yet!
To answer the PS- bread itself.
And man. The part about the guitar...that's where I'm at, Sydney! It takes a person to persevere through the aching, burning fingers. The negative comments, the sarcastic remarks, the buzzing strings that tell you you're STILL not pushing hard enough.
But it's crazy to know that God's called you to be AWESOME at this guitar. It'll take blistered fingers, painful showers where you can only wash your hair with one hand, and nights of frustration where you don't really even know how to read tabs yet.
But in the end, it's worth it! It's SO worth the call that God's put on our lives. To play the guitar.
Ahem. Dimples. And NO tacky turtlenecks. And EXTREMELY photogenic. With dimples.
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