2017 Thought Jar

Hello, girls! I’m sorry this is late. But today, I’m here with a DIY for you. I did a thought jar last year, and it was amazing! Plus, it’s extremely easy, so I’m going to tell you how to do it. Let’s get started…

First, you’ll need a medium-sized jar.


Next, you need to write your year. I used a chalkboard sticker and some chalk, but anything to label it with is fine. Then, you’ll want to place it in a spot where you won’t forget about it. I put mine on a shelf in my room. I can see it as soon as I walk through my bedroom door. Last, but certainly not least, you fill the jar with your thoughts. It can be anything, from what you did that day to a new friend you just made. The options are limitless! I hope you have a fun time making and filling your jar!

In Christ, 


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            I entered my room and slammed the door behind me. I had a rough day at school. I thought I fit in, but apparently not. I thought I looked pretty, but I guess I’m not good enough for everyone else.  What does it matter anyway? I’m just the girl who sits in the back of the classroom, alone. Nobody pays any attention to me, so why should I even bother trying to prove myself good enough for those kids? If they don’t like me as I am, then I shouldn’t have anything to do with them. Yet, my heart longs to.

            I walk over to the full-length mirror hung on the wall.   I see a girl. A girl of the age fourteen, her auburn hair in a messy bun, her sea green eyes on the verge of tears. I know she’s asked God so many times in her life why can’t she be excepted? Must she put on a mask and be someone nothing like herself to fit in? To be excepted by her peers? Or was fitting in or being excepted by the world around her even that important? No. She knew it wasn’t.

That girl in the mirror, that girl is who I am. That’s my reflection. When will my reflection show who I am inside? It doesn’t matter about the outside. I guess I try too hard to be different, to be nothing like my normal self. I try so hard to be like other people in my society I am ignoring who God is calling me to be. He wants me to be who he intended me to be. He wants me to be myself. No matter how hard I try I’ll never be able to be somebody else. I can put on all of the makeup, I can dress the way they dress, I can talk and act like them, but I could never be someone other then me. Myself. I need to be who God has called me to be.

I need to put aside all thoughts I ever had of how to fit in, or how I can be excepted. For I already am, by God. By my creator and my Savior. The one who made the stars. The one who already has my life planned out. The one who guides my every step. Now, it’s my choice as to whether or not I am going to listen and except his guidance and instruction. I say yes. Yes, I’ll listen to You, God.

I don’t need the world and the things and the people in it to make me feel happy, or excepted. I need you, God. For you love me just as I am. I don’t need to be like anyone else but me. That girl in the mirror, she’s just my reflection. Not who I am inside.


I wrote this a little while ago.  It kind of reflects on the post I did a little bit ago, Verse of the Week, 1/3/17.  It was on the verse Proverbs 31:30.  I feel that in this day and age, in society so many girls (and guys alike) feel the need to have to fit in.  As long as they’re looking cool and hanging with the “in” crowd it’s all good.  But no, it’s not.  Who cares about fitting in or being excepted by the people around us, when we’re already excepted by God?  As the quote goes, “I would rather stand with God and be judged by the world, then stand with the world and be judged by God”(Unknown).  Like I’ve said before, it’s all about the heart.  Make sure you’re right with God before anything else. He’s the real judge.


DIY: Bookmark

Hello, ladies!! I am back with another DIY, this time a bookmark. I use this bookmark for my Bible, and it’s really easy to make, and looks awesome!

So, without further ado, let’s get started!

(I apologize for the horrible pictures.)


You will need:


Pony beads

That’s right, only two things!


First, tie a knot at the end of your ribbon, about one inch away from the very end.

Then add three or four pony beads .

Tie a knot right above the pony beads.

Tie a knot about five inches away from the very end of the other side.

Add three or four more pony beads.


Tie one last knot one inch away from the end, and voila!

Your bookmark is finished, and ready to mark your place in a book!


I hope you ladies are all having a wonderful week, and I’ll be back next week with another post!

In Christ,


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Dare To Be Different

Everybody wants to be the same.

Well, not everybody, but a lot of people want to be like everyone else. They want to be with the “in-crowd”; the “popular” people, the “cool” people. They all want to be the same.

But I don’t. I want out of the “in-crowd”. I want to stand out in my own unique way. I want to dare to be different. Do you?

A lot of people say “I’ll dare to be different next week so that I can go to this cool girl’s party”, or “maybe next year for my New Years’ resolution”. I know I’ve said that before.

But the truth is, time is invisible. Time is slick. It slips through our fingers before we can get a good grip on it. We spend so much time waiting for the right time, but we never realize that the right time is now.

Dare to be different. Not tomorrow, not next week, not for New Years’. Today. Dare to be different today.


Verse of the Week 1/24/17

Hey, girls! Here is this week’s verse:

“Watch over your heart with all diligence, for from it flow the springs of life.” ~ Proverbs 4:23

We need to guard our hearts.  What you allow to influence your heart will influence your life.  We need to make sure we keep a guard and be cautious of how we live our daily lives.  Everything we do needs to be done for God’s glory.


I’m Ready To Fight

Hello, ladies.

It’s late. I’m tired. But at the same time, I’m the most awake I’ve ever been.

It’s hard to explain. I don’t think I ever will be able to, anyway.

I’m supposed to be asleep. I’m supposed to be getting up at 5:30 tomorrow, and it’s 11:12 PM now.

I’m not even supposed to post today. Whoever is supposed to, my apoligies. But I needed to speak, and I couldn’t wait much longer.

I don’t want to go into much detail, but I’ll do my best to make some sense of this mess.

The Enemy has been at my throat, trying to pull me from Jesus Christ. And I know why.

There has been a fight, and there always will be. This whole time, I’ve been thinking that I wasn’t a Christian because I was so weak Satan could attack me.

But that’s just it.

The Enemy’s not attacking me because I’m weak. It’s because I’m strong. It’s because I can do great things. It’s because I’m not afraid to shout.

And you know what?

There’s a war amidst us. And I’m ready to fight.

I’m ready to win.

  And I’m not scared. I’m not sitting in the shadows, worrying about where I’m going.

Because now I know. I KNOW. I KNOW.

  God is in control, and He knows the way. I’m following Him. And HIM alone!

  I’m following Jesus. I have decided with my heart, with my mind, and with my soul. I know truth. I believe truth. And I will live the Truth.

  This is MY FIGHT. And God is behind me. God is infront of me. And the amazing thing is,

We’ve already won.

  When Jesus died on the cross for my sins, He sealed me. He finished it. He won the war, before my fight began.


A Shattered Heart

Hello, friends! Today I have for you, another short story. I would have posted something different, but this past week I was on vacation and did not have the time to come up with something else to post.  Here you go!


(^^here is a pic I found that inspired me to write this story^^)

~ A Shattered Heart ~

She walked through the tall grass of the large open field, the wind tugging at her hair. The faded dried flowers that were intertwined in her long brown hair began to disintegrate. Her long tattered wedding dress flowed behind her. The sun beat down on her, tanning her pale skin, and she carried in her hands a single red rose. The thorns stung her hands, but she seemed not to notice it. Her face was red, not only from the hot sun but also from all of the salty tears that frequently ran down her face.

Flashbacks began to play in her mind. She began thinking of the time she had been in the grand ballroom of her home. She was dancing in her fiancé’s arms. Roses were placed everywhere, for it was the flower of love. That’s what Charlie had told her. She was in her wedding gown and he was dressed in his finest. It was the day of the wedding.

“My darling,” Charlie whispered in her ear as they continued to dance. “You know the place where we first met?” he asked her.

“Of course. How could I forget?” the young lady replied.

“On our anniversary every year I want us to place a rose on the platform at the back of the room, to symbolize our love for each other,” he told her.

“I will gladly go with you every year to place the flower of love at our favorite spot,” the girl responded happily.

Charlie smiled. “Wonderful!” he exclaimed. He spun her around and around until it was finally time for them to leave to go to the Church for their wedding ceremony.

The young lady quit imagining at that moment. She came to a wooded area near the end of the field. Not far into the green forest stood a rather old building. It was made all of stone, and there was an iron gate that stood in front of it. The lady’s trembling hands flipped open the latch that kept the gate locked. She entered through the gate and walked down the dirt path that led to the giant double doors of the stone structure. She knocked, using the rusted doorknocker. No one came to open the door for her. She stood for a moment waiting.

“Ah, he must be running late,” she said aloud. Instead of waiting for someone to come to the door she quickly opened it and walked straight to the back of the front room. On the back wall stood a white wood plank set in between two large marble pillars. On the plank laid a rose. A dead rose. Its petals were wilted and the stem looked crumbled. The girl stared at the perfectly new rose that she had brought with her. She lifted it to her nose breathing in its significant scent.

She began to imagine again, of the time when she stood at the altar on her wedding day. Her hands held in her lover’s. They had each said their vows. Just as Charlie finished saying the words “I do,” the priest announced, “You may kiss the bride!” Charlie wrapped his arms around his girl and pressed his lips to hers. They finished their kiss and ran out of the church. Everyone was applauding and cheering as they left hand in hand.

They made their way to the woods. There stood an old stone structure. They entered it and at the far end of the room stood a white wood plank placed between two marble pillars. Charlie laid the rose he had brought with him down on the wood plank. He stared at his beautiful wife for a moment. He was about to kiss her again when all of the sudden horrible noises could be heard. Dogs were barking and yelling could be heard. A gun fired. The lady glanced at her husband nervously wondering what they should do.

“Stay here,” said Charlie as he kissed her and then turned and left.

“No!” the girl shouted. She bit her lip. Another gun fired. This time she heard a man yell in pain. As quick as a flash she darted out of the stone structure. On the dirt path she stood on, also laid her husband’s dead body.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a man’s voice. “Elaine,” the man said. She quickly picked up the dead rose, and exchanged it with the new one. “Leave,” the lady told him harshly. The man walked towards her.

“Elaine,” he said yet again as he grasped her by the arm.

“Let go of me!” she shrieked as she yanked her arm free from his grasp.

“What are you doing here?” the man asked with concern in his voice. “Whatever do you mean?” asked Elaine.

“I am simply replacing the old rose with a new one just like I do every year on Charlie and I’s anniversary,” she told him.

“Elaine, Charlie is dead. There is no point in you doing this-,” the man was interrupted.

“Stop that foolish talk! Of course he’s not dead!” Elaine shouted at him. She wrapped her arms around her trembling body, trying to comfort herself. “He just wasn’t able to come with me today that’s all. He was just held up at work,” she explained. The man let out a long sigh.

“When will you quit this ritual?” he asked her. “Charlie has been dead three years now. It is time for you to move on.”

Elaine looked at him with fire in her eyes. “Never! You do not know what you speak of. Charlie is not dead, he is just simply late,” she said quietly.

“Three years too late,” the man muttered under his breath. Tears formed in Elaine’s distant green eyes. She quickly blinked them away.

“I must go now,” she said as she walked towards the large doors with the wilted rose in her hands. “Charlie will be expecting dinner to be ready when he gets home! I must tell the servants to start preparing it,” she said cheerily as she walked out the doors.

“Wait,” said the man. Elaine turned around to face him. “You must know that whatever you believe, I will always be here for you,” he told her.

“How thoughtful of you Mr. Hill. But I assure you my Charlie is there for me. I need no one else.” Elaine walked out the door.

Mr. Hill stood there in silence. He then turned to look at the rose. “She’ll never see past the reality that is blinding her. Her heart is shattered, and she can bear no more of it. But she cannot seem to let go of the past, and still feels as if he is right there with her,” Mr. Hill said this to himself. He looked one more time at the red rose that sat on the platform. Then he walked away in silence from the stone structure and knew he would never again return.


What did you think? I know there are some unanswered questions, but, I am just too lazy to add anymore to this story.  Any feedback you have for me would be greatly appreciated!

Have a great week, ladies!