Guest Post: Slow Down

hi key worders! (angela this is the new name for your readers, fight me.) i’m garrett from https://sovereignswag.blog/ and somehow i’ve been allowed to post on angela’s blog. i’m pretty rambly and long-winded so just a warning…anyway here’s the post.

sometimes we get caught up in trying to be older. i’m guilty of this myself, trying to be an independent adult when i’m just a teenager who should be enjoying his summer.

sometimes we get caught up in trying to be better. i try to constantly improve myself, for various reasons, when I should realize that I can’t be perfect.

sometimes we get caught up in the minutiae. we focus on the wrong things instead of the good. this year has been hard, sure, but is it terrible? no.

we only live once, guys. let’s make the most of the time we’ve got. there isn’t time to be sad or hold grudges. be happy, be nice to everyone when you can, and live life. make it happen, don’t just sit back and wait.

i realize i sound like a vague motivational speaker, but i can’t be specific to your situation or your life.

try and move your focus, basically. if that’s all you take away from my words, take that. is my life perfect? no way. i will freely admit that it’s not amazing, but i try really hard to enjoy it as much as i can. for me, that’s music. my summer playlist immediately hypes me up and is just full of happy, infectiously joyous songs. when i’m at work, i’m almost always humming or dancing to whatever music we have playing in the store. (plus the store’s bright and full of candy so that’s just a little helpful, feel me?)

i’m pretty ambitious, and it’s pretty hard for me to just stay in the moment. my every move has a purpose, a point, and i’m always working toward a goal. my beach walks are almost always just for photography, and swimming at the pool is solely a workout. sure, i enjoy those things, but i have to remind myself that i don’t need to be perfect at something to enjoy it.

so that’s why i’m here, sharing my experience and my thoughts. hopefully this helped you, touched you, somehow and in some small way.

love, garrett

I LIVE!

[uncategorised rambling]

Heyyyy, so uhm, I dropped off the face of the planet for a bit. Heh. Much apologies.

I’m strongly considering changing this place up a bit (yes, I know it’s not even been 6 months of consistent posting, bear with me). Not a lot, I’ll still have Fiction/Non-Fiction/Poetry, but I kind of want to-

A) Not have such a strict posting schedule (because as we can all see- I totally can keep up with it. Not.)

B) Be able to share more personal deep thoughts

See, I have these random moments, whether they’re in the shower or over a cup of tea, where I have these really deep insightful thoughts.

Now, while they’re by no means common or particularly helpful, they’re a lot of fun to explain/share. Usually the people closest to me get to hear me go on a passionate ramble while they reply with blank stares and appropriate nods and “Ooh. Ahh. I see. That so? Mm”s.

My journal has been enjoying the reception of many of my thoughts, but I thought it’d be fun to share some of my favourite rambles with y’all. What do you think? What do *you* want to read from me? I really don’t have a set direction with this blog, honestly.

Anywho, thanks for letting me plop into your notifications with a rather nontraditional post. I’d love to hear your thoughts and ideas in the comment section!

*steps off apple crate and carefully brushes it off*

Poem: Tied Together

[Key Word: LOVE]

See that girl sittin’ in the corner
The one with tears pathing the way
Down her cheek
From her heart
And onto the cold dark floor?

See the way she sits huddled up
With both legs pulled tight and close
To her chest
And by her arms
On the cold dark pitiless floor?

See the child next to her
Who’s lying, crying, on the ground
A baby girl
Just two months old
On the cold dark senseless ground

Jump ahead just a bit
Skip the part with the orphanage
Jump past the first few months
Switch continents and states

See the couple standing there
With the bags packed full
Heart wide opened
Arms eager to hold
On the other side of the world

See the smile on their faces
When they see a child being brought
Eyes full of tears
Mouth full of cries
In that small adoption room

See the woman hold her close
With her eyes looking down
Tenderly with love
Eyes filled with joy
At her new baby daughter

Jump ahead just a bit
Skip a dozen years or so
Jump past the first memories
Switch continents and states

See that woman in the fields
Her back bent and weary
Working hard
Talking little
On the farm outside of town

See that boy right next to her
He’s running and laughing
Head thrown back
Heart full of joy
On the farm outside of town

See that little girl standing by him
Who’s small tattered dress waves gently
As she watches her brother
And follows her mother
In the farm outside of town.

Jump ahead just a bit
Skip the lonely sleepless nights
Jump past the first tears
Switch continents and states

See the girl lying in bed
With the covers pulled up tight
As she dreams about the life
And she thinks about the family
In the country ‘cross the sea

See the tears that hit the pillow
When emotions break through the walls
That’s she’s built
For protection
In the country ‘cross the sea

See the girl staring at the ceiling
Long after lights are out
In her room
And her head
In the country ‘cross the sea

Two different girls
With two different stories
Yet somehow tied together

Non-Fiction: Loving From Home (part 2)

[Key Word: LOVE]

*glances at time stamp*

*glances at the time stamp of part 1* (which you can read here, by the way: https://adawne.home.blog/2020/04/29/non-fiction-loving-from-home/)

*glances at blog*

Well someone is fashionably late. *apologises*

Two (I apologise) weeks ago, I did a post on the love languages, but all you who study love languages probably realised I missed a solid two languages. Don’t worry! I didn’t forget you.

4. Gifts

Here’s a fairly simple love language. . .unless you’re broke, right? Wrong.

Gifts don’t have to be expensive- They don’t even have to be bought! Consider pulling out your first grade crafting skills (preferably coupled with current day experience and knowledge. . .) and putting together a well thought out something for your friend?

A good friend of mine who lives states away from me, has recently begun a new hobby: Spamming my mailbox.

Yes, I’m talking about a physical mail box with physical letters (letters are pieces of paper with words on them that people put in these things called envelops, address, and stamp to send via. . .whatever mail gets sent via). But not just any letters, let me tell you.

So far, she’s sent me:

  • Handwritten poems she copied from her favourite poets
  • Encouraging notes that threaten to bring tears to my eyes because of their sweetness
  • Stuff to make a bracelet out of (you’d be surprised how much fits in an envelop)
  • And several other things that shall remain known only to us.

It’s really been quite touching, and I’ve grown to look forward to receiving them. I’ve always been a big fan of letters and packages- and Gifts isn’t even my love language! Imagine how much you’ll be blessing your friend by sending a quick letter and bookmark!

It’s not that hard. It might take time, yes, but you’re stuck at home!

You have no excuse, my friend 😉

5. Quality Time

I see you trying to run away, introverts! Just hold your horses and at least let me get through to the end, ‘ey?

Some people may think that since quality time involves spending time (surprise) with people, it’s only a love language for introverts. You’d be surprised though.

I have several introverted friends (friends? yes I have those, they’re amazing) who’s love language is Time. Most of them are long distance, so I’ve had fun experimenting in “how can I make you feel loved (in a totally not creepy way) when I can’t run over to your house and sit on your couch for three hours?”

You’d be surprised at how easy it is. All it requires of you is a smidgen of time out of your already chill day, and a good attitude (no one likes to talk to someone who just wants to rant about how bored they are, ‘ey?).

Just calling someone could make their day. Do you realise how little we do this? Texting has become much more prevalent, but it doesn’t diminish the power of picking up a phone and calling.

Not only that, but we now have the ability to videocall, which is only one step away from being with the other person physically.

Since 80% of communication is nonverbal, I highly suggest you try out videocalling if you’re not already addicted. Though skeptical at first, I now have VC-ing ranked as one of my favourite things to do.

If you’re still a wary introvert, or an anti-social extrovert, consider throwing your own wants and desires aside for the sake of your friend. I assure you it’s not as bad as your imagination leads you to believe, and even I, who gets calls anxiety and literally starts shaking before every call, have come to thoroughly enjoy it.

Conclusion

Okay, I know we’ve all (probably) done those three point essays that require the proper conclusion and amplification at the end. We probably have also at one point in our life darkly glared at said system and declared we would never do it again after that paper- But let’s be real. We still have to use it.

*cue collective groaning*

However, instead of giving you an amplification/application of this post (ignore that the entire post is me telling you how to love your friend. . .) how about you tell me how you use this knowledge?

Oh, and while you’re at it, if you’d care to spend an extra 5 seconds typing up a comment, you could give me a prompt for next week 😉 No promising that I’ll use it, but if you have a prompt or idea (either fiction or nonfiction- Maybe even poetry), I might take it and run.

There. That’s conclusion enough.

13 If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned,[a] but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

1 Corinthians 1:4-7 [ESV]

Non-Fiction: Loving From Home (part 1)

[Key Word: LOVE]

Before you get all nervous and annoyed about a romance post, allow me to quell your fears. This is not a romance post, or have anything to do with romantic love.

*shudders* Believe me, I am not the person for that.

No, this is actually focusing on something else: The Five Love Languages.

Perhaps you’ve heard of them before? Words of affirmation, physical touch, acts of service, etc. They five categories of ways people show love and receive love. They’re things that make a person feel special, or needed.

This isn’t simply putting a person in a box and not allowing them out of it. Rather, it’s a tool that those around them can use. People are hard to read and understand sometimes, and little tools like the Love Languages help us know how we can get along better. It also helps explain why certain people act the way they do, then get indignant when you don’t appreciate them.

In this post, I’m just going to briefly describe the Love Languages- But with a twist. Yeah, the five Love Languages are old news, and you probably think I’m old-fashioned. Well, hang on to your tea and hoodies because I’m not just telling you about them.

I want to explain how they’re useful in quarantine.

1. Words of Affirmation

Now while it may seem like this Love Language is simply asking for someone to constantly say things like- I love you, it’s not that simple. People who’s Love Language is Words of Affirmation, simply want to be constantly “affirmed”.

In other words- They want to be assured that they’re doing the right thing, and that they’re doing it well. Forget what you know about “actions speak louder than words”; for Words of Affirmation, one word is worth a thousand acts.

Even the simplest little compliment can make a person’s day. Just saying something about something they’ve done tells the person that A) You noticed and B) You cared enough to mention it.

It really is the little things that count.

But how can one use this knowledge of WoA during quarantine? It’s not like you can run over to your friend’s house and tell them- “Whoa, I love your dress! You look so pretty in it.” or “Way to clean your room! You’re really good at organising.”

However, you still have a phone, email, texting system, social media, and the ability to write letters. So maybe contact your friend virtually with a- “Don’t forget how beautiful you are!” or “I’m so inspired by how you’ve been coping with quarantine.”

It doesn’t have to be fancy. Just a little something to remind them that they matter.

But you don’t have to just do virtual communication.

Look around you! Your family, your roommates, your pets– they all matter, don’t they? Take a couple seconds to compliment after a meal, or to comment about something another person does.

You’ll be surprised at how positively they react.

Try it.

2. Acts of Service

For this kind of person, actions do indeed speak louder than words. This person can be hard to please, because it’s likely that they’ll never verbally affirm your service, nor will they seem to notice.

A mature and properly healthy Acts of Service person will smile and comment on your work, at the most. But most will just acknowledge your work and move on. . .or so it seems. Keep an eye out, because they’re probably plotting an act of service to throw back at you!

After all, a Love Language isn’t just a way you receive love, it’s also how you give it. This is helpful in deciding how to show love to others, because all you have to do is see what they do to show others they matter. Takes a little bit of silent observation, but once you’ve figured it out you’ll be surprised at how easy it is to boost a person’s mood via Love Language strategies.

For people who are AoS, it might take a little bit more time and effort to show love to them than it would for WoA. After all, you’re taking time out of your day to serve them.

What does this look like?

Perhaps it’s making a meal for someone, helping them clean their room, asking if you can be of assistance, doing chores around the place without being asked- The possibilities are endless.

However, it’s a little harder to do things for others when you’re stuck at home. But you can be creative.

Maybe you can help your friend with an essay via Google Docs. Or maybe you can make a supper and drop it off at your friend’s house (Disclaimer: I’m not supporting going out and about and spreading stuff, this is just something that’s been done for my family and was highly appreciated). Maybe you can sit down and help your friend talk through a problem.

I believe in your creativity.

3. Physical Touch

Okay, this is actually my least favourite Love Language, but several of the people around me are very much PT people.

With physical people, this is really easy to do. Just give a hug or a pat on the back. No joke- It’s that easy. This is probably one of the easiest in theory, but for me personally it’s hard in practice. I’m not a big fan of touch.

At all.

But how about with quarantine?

Well, there are probably still people around you who are in dire need of a hug (so stop reading this boring post and go hug them *winks*). It doesn’t take much effort to jump out of the chair once a day and hug a person (yes, I’m kind of talking to myself right now. . .trying to get up and actually do it). Maybe hugs really aren’t your thing though- There’s always a good ol’ pat on the back, or side hug (though this may be awkward, depending on the person).

With people outside the house though. . .I haven’t come up with a solid solution yet. What are your thoughts?

After all, we have that 6′ apart rule (which this introvert has gladly made 12 feet. . .), and we should respect the rules and regulations. Hm. . .

Well, that’s all I’m covering today. Next week/Next post I’ll either cover the last two love languages, or do a fiction post. We’ll see.

What’s your love language? What love language is easiest for you to do for others? What creative ways have you found to show love and appreciation during quarantine?

March On

I dug this out of the depths of my writing and cleaned it up a bit. See how long it takes for you to figure out what this is based off of. . .

Blood marked the trail.

Teeth chattering and hands shaking, the young girl staggered forward. The weight of her infant brother was almost crippling, but she refused to let anyone else take him.

He was all she had left.

Wind howled, and all around them government soldiers rode on their horses and cracked their whips. They yelled insults and screamed into the cold- a futile attempt to keep their faces from freezing.

An old woman in front of the girl staggered and fell. Two men jumped off their horses and rushed over to the woman. Taking their rifles, they beat her as she huddled in a fetal position.

The girl watched without expression. Her mind numb to the savage attack. Pulling her blanket closer around her, she continued walking along the bloody trail.

The woman’s screams stilled, and her body stopped shivering.

She was at peace.

Just like the ten year old girl’s father, mother, and older brother.

The girl trudged on, her feet numb to the pain, and her hands bleeding from holding the leather straps that held her brother on her back.

“Ayoli.”

Child.

The word brought her to a halt, and she looked up into the motherly face of a woman she knew not.

The woman motioned to her back, and the girl’s heart fell.

No. Not him too.

The woman, as though reading her mind, nodded sadly.

He too was dead.

The girl had stubbornly refused to believe it, but now it was undeniable. Falling to the ground, the girl bent her head.

Her tears mingling with the blood and snow on the horrific trail.

HE is RISEN

[special post]

Though the night seems long, the sun will rise.

The darkness seems overpowering, but a simple flashlight will cut it down.

Pain and fear feel like they’re overpowering, but a loving word or kind action can dispel either of them.

No matter one’s religion, everything is based off HOPE.

HOPE that one day all will be better. HOPE that there’s something more to this life than living and dying. HOPE that there’s an answer to the pain and suffering. HOPE.

I personally am a Christian. Bought and saved by the blood of my LORD Jesus, who offered Himself as the lamb for my sins. I live in the HOPE of eternal life with my Saviour.

Most people, when asked to do something for a stranger would hesitate, or at least need a *good* reason to do it. Oftentimes, they’ll even complain about it, or at least express their displeasure in some way. I’m no exception.

But Jesus in His loving kindness DIED for YOU and ME. What was in it for Him? A mortifying and horrifying death of what was, back then, the highest form of torture and humiliation.

All because of one thing.

LOVE.

LOVE for the broken. LOVE for the poor. LOVE for the unloved. LOVE for the lost. LOVE for you and LOVE for me.

We hear that a lot, but how often do we sit and just think about it?

Jesus loves you.

Jesus loves you.

Jesus loves you.

But most importantly- Jesus. Loves. YOU.

Because of His life, we have LOVE. Because of His death, we have HOPE, Because of His resurrection, we have ASSURANCE.

Though the night seems long, the Son will rise.

The Darkness seems overpowering, but a single Light will vanquish the foe.

Pain and Fear feel like they’re overpowering, but LOVE conquers all.

Happy Resurrection day, my friends.

He. Is. RISEN.

Fiction: Seeker

[Key Word: QUOTE(S)]

Blasted horse.

I stumbled inside, cloak wrapped tightly around me. Falling back against the heavy doors, I pushed with the little strength left in my body. Finality rang through the large room as the doors slammed. Echoes bounced off the walls, leaving me not only breathless, but with fear seeping into my mind. 

Taking a step forward, I fell to my knees shivering. With a short cough, I allowed my hands to fall to the ground as well, supporting my weight as warmth raced into my lungs. I bit my lip, drawing blood as I attempted to stand again. Wearily, I made it to my feet and staggered forward.

The temperature warmed slightly, heat emitting from a side room. Wetting my lips and steeling my jaw, I pulled my cloak closer and started towards it. A small cup (or was it a mug?) sat alone at the bottom of the wide staircase that faced the towering double door entry. It’s rim was slightly chipped, and upon closer inspection I discovered it was indeed a teacup, not cup (or mug).

A faint whispering met my ears as I wandered towards the heat-emitting room. The wind blew cool shots of air, ruffling the long purple curtains and throwing back my hood. A moan rode on the back of the drifting wind, and my hands tensed at the sound. Glancing past the door to the warm room, I saw a forbidding spiral of stairs that led. . .to darkness.

Glancing back at the doorway, I crept hesitantly towards the other end of the castle. A couple scraping noises caused my heart to race, and my resolve to waver. No. No, I can’t give up. I have to find him. I have to help him. Repeating the quotes in my mind, teeth chattering and hands shaking, I made my way to the stairs. Carefully, I touched the banister and shot one more glance behind me.

Upon finding no one in pursuit, I held my skirt up a couple centimeters and began the journey up the stairs. With each step, my shoes seemed to get heavier, and the stairs seemed to lengthen in height. My snow covered cloak and hood weighed me down, the melting water already dripping down my back and legs. Pausing on a landing, I brushed aside my chestnut hair and tried to warm my hands by blowing into them.

A loud crash commanded my attention. With a startled gasp, I threw aside caution and weariness to bound up the next set of stairs.  Glancing around at the next level, I instantly regretted not confiscating a lamp or candle to use up here. The waning sunlight provided just enough light for me to see where to step, but not enough for me to identify my surroundings properly.

A muffled scream escaped the confines of my hands when I saw the skeleton leaned against the stone wall. Chains clink overhead, and my free hand reaches for the wall, intent on proving to me that this wasn’t just a nightmare. You wanted adventure? The castle seems to mock me. You’ve got it.

Another moan grabs my attention, and in shock I recognise where the sound is coming from. The cold seems to leave in a flash as I race over to the bars. Behind them is a man I know well.

“Father?”

“Belle?”

[DISCLAIMER: This is a fan-fiction off of a scene from BEAUTY AND THE BEAST not an original story thought up by the writer]

Non-Fiction: Go

[Key Words: QUOTE(S)]

Hello there!

Today I’m going to be doing something a little bit different. Instead of a supposedly inspirational or thought-provoking post of my own words, I’m going to share a couple quotes from missionaries I either admire and respect.

Let’s dive into it!

He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose.

Jim Elliot

Jim Elliot was a phenomenal missionary in South America. He was martyred while on mission to the Huaorani people of Ecuador in the mid 1900s. While some people say one thing and mean another, Elliot lived his words out.

You can give without loving, but you cannot love without giving.

Amy Carmichael

Amy Carmichael was a missionary who moved from Glasgow, England, to the heart of India, where she ministered to orphans and women. She often did the jobs of a servant, earning the reputation of “never asking another to do what she wouldn’t do herself”. She gave her life to the people she was called to, mimicking Christ’s selfless and unconditional love.

There is no success without sacrifice. If you succeed without sacrifice it is because someone has suffered before you. If you sacrifice without success it is because someone will succeed after.

Adonirom Judson

A missionary to Burma (later known as Myanmar), Adonirom Judson was persecuted for sharing his faith with the nationals. He spent years in prison, missing the birth of his daughter, and the completion of the Bible’s translation. His wife, Ann, didn’t desert him in his time of need, but rather sacrificed with him- Often waiting hours outside the prison in the hopes to visit him.

Oh God, here’s my Bible, Here’s my money. Here’s me. Use me, God.

Gladys Alyward

Oh, that we might have the same dedication and devotion as Gladys Alyward did when God called her to China. Her trust and faith in God, despite mountains that seemed to stand in her way are a lesson of perseverance for us. In her lifetime, she housed hundreds of orphans and ministered to countless nationals.

Circumstances may appear to wreck our lives and God’s plans, but God is not helpless among the ruins. God’s love is still working. He comes in and takes the calamity and uses it victoriously, working out His wonderful plan of love.

Eric Liddell

Eric Liddell never thought he would become a missionary to China. He was on his way to being a top Olympian, and even participated in the games once. When he heard God’s call to China though, he didn’t hesitate. He managed to touch lives in the foreign land, even up until his death in a Japanese prison.

These men and women dedicated their lives for something they believed. For Someone they believed in. Would you do the same?

As Christians, we’re called to go into all the world. It’s called the Great Commission.

 19 Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, 20 teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.

Matthew 28:19-20 [ESV]

What are you going to do about it?

Fiction: Master

[Key Word: PAIN]

Well it was battered and scarred,

And the auctioneer felt it was hardly worth his while,

To waste much time on the old violin but he held it up with a smile,

Well it sure ain’t much but its all we got left I guess we aught to sell it to,

Oh, now who’ll start the bid on this old violin?

Just one more and well be through.

The crown fell silent as the bidding began. It was nothing abnormal. ‘Twas simply a lazy Friday afternoon with birds singing outside the windows, and crickets chirping merrily. A spring day, full of new life and rest.

The old man in the back had already bought a couple nick-knacks to add to his failing shop and had fallen asleep. His head rested on the wall, and his hands stayed peacefully on his gilded cane.

His nephew sat beside him, impatient and annoyed. His afternoon had been wasted, and he was none too pleased- Especially as the hard wooden bench was cashing his back pain. Seeing the poor auctioneer stumble through the explanation of the old oddities bored the young man to death, and stared exasperatedly at one of the final items.

The violin.

And then he cried one give me one dollar,

Who’ll make it two only two dollars who’ll make it three,

Three dollars twice now that’s a good price,

Now who’s gonna bid for me?

Raise up your hand now don’t wait any longer the auctions about to end,

Who’s got four Just one dollar more to bid on this old violin?

No one moved. It seemed to the young man that no one breathed either. The old broken piece of junk looked like something his younger brothers would turn into a bonfire.

He glanced at his uncle, wishing he could wake him up to leave, but alas he was worried that he might signal the auctioneer and thus waste four dollars.

The air grew sticky and humid as the calling drew on. It seemed the nephew as though it would never end, when suddenly a stir in beside him brought him to his senses.

His aged uncle looked at the violin, and in one smooth motion rose from he back of the room. All the young man could do was watch.

Well the air was hot and the people stood around as the sun was setting low,

From the back of the crowd a gray haired man,

Came forward and picked up the bow,

He wiped the dust from the old violin then he tightened up the strings,

Then he played out a melody pure and sweet, sweeter than the Angels sing,

And then the music stopped and the auctioneer,

With a voice that was quiet and low he said now what am I bid,

For this old violin and he held it up with a bow.

The man sat in shock as his uncle limped his way back to him. A quiet joy covered the older man’s face, and though he didn’t smile, the  younger one knew he was at peace.

Peace.

Something he’d been longing for his whole life. He had it all- Stable job, lovely wife, beautiful children. He had everything but simple happiness.

Yet his nearly broke and widowed uncle seemed to have it all.

And then he cried out one give me one thousand,

Who’ll make it two only two thousand who’ll make it three,

Three thousand twice you know that’s a good price,

Common who’s gonna to bid for me?

And the people cried out what made the change we don’t understand,

Then the auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile,

It was the touch of the Masters hand.

“My boy,” the old man leaned over to him as the auctioneer glanced at the man in the front. “If a simple human such as I, can create a bearable noise out of such an old ad beautiful instrument- How much more can the Creator and Master of the universe do with his most blessed creations?”

All italics quoted verbatim from The Touch Of The Master’s Hand. (Linked song by Wayne Watson)