Talking

This evening I had a lovely time, I got to talk to some of my friends-- guys and girls. We had a good discussion about relationships. So for those of you who have questions, ask and the answer will be given to you!

For instance when the girls were asked what they found attractive in a guy, these were some of the answers...

-Be cocky, but not arrogant. Cocky is a confidence and joking pride, arrogant is just pride. Arrogant is NOT attractive.

-Pursue the girl, but don't rush things. The girl wants you to do the pursuing, but not you throwing yourself at her feet.

-Never compare her, to anyone! I personally, find it very annoying when people compare things I do to things they have seen in others. Girls like being their own person.

-Find special ways to show that you like her, and if she does something quirky that you appreciate tell her so!

-Don't use Facebook or texting or phone calls, for important discussions. Wait till you can do it in person!

-Don't belittle women, or the girl you are talking to. It's demeaning and rude.

-Be yourself! Don't force humor, or personality, or appearance. The right girl will like you for who you are. And please don't change yourself for the girl you like, it's not being honest to yourself or the girl!

And here are some things we girls found out...

-Don't wear too much make-up. It's more attractive to wear a little bit of make-up just to enhance your natural beauty.

-Dress naturally. Wear clothes that fit the situation, dress-up sometimes and dress comfortably as well.

-Ditzy... don't do it!

-Don't have huge melt-downs in front of guys... it freaks them out. Instead just discuss things, if you have something you want to discuss... be approachable so that they feel they can talk and give you advice.

-Don't be the kind of girl that is always hanging out with all the guys. Have girl friends too!

-Be yourself! Don't fake your appearance, or your personality.

So the most important thing? BE YOURSELF!!!! It's important to be honest, to yourself and everyone else too. Also the biggest thing for me... have a relationship with Jesus that is more important then anything else. As we are creatures who long for love and relationships, I think talking about it is important! But remember our definition doesn't come from other people... it comes from Jesus. So follow Him!

'A woman’s heart should be so hidden in Christ

That a man should have to seek Him first to find her." -Maya Angelou

Sometimes... Most times I fail...

I am dependent.

Coming from the me-- a person who wants to and usually can do everything by myself-- this is an odd statement, to say the least.

It's hard for me to admit that I can't do it all alone... but I can't.

I don't have the strength, the courage, or even the faith to do it alone.

It's hard for me to admit that I'm not perfect. You see, I was one of those people who got good grades, rarely made a mistake and was the favorite of most. But I fail...

in life

I make devastating mistakes that rip into people I love or injure someone who was looking to me... because I am a Christian.

So here I am DECLARING I'm not perfect, I can't be independent and I can't do this alone.

I fall to me knees in the front of the One who can help me -- who is perfect-- and who won't bend when I lean dependent on Him.

Jesus, the Light of All Men

Purple

My favorite color is purple! It has been my favorite color since before I can remember.

I can't tell you EXACTLY why it's my favorite color, it just is! I love other colors too; like

blue and green,

brown and magenta,

yellow and turquoise.

But I always come back to purple.

I suppose that I prefer purple... because it symbolizes certain things for me.

First off, it's the color of the Purple Mountain Majesties. And I don't know what I would do without my mountains. Their strength, quiet and persistent, gives me a quiet peace on days when I feel anxious. After all, if the mountains have been there hundreds of years, and my God has been around even longer-- and neither of them has been shaken, then I can trust and rely on certain things.

Purple is also the color of royalty. To me it reminds me that yes I am a princess of the King, and I deserve the best! :) Corny, perhaps; but true. The robe that they wrapped around my Saviour when they were crucifying Him... was purple. The royal power in death?

Lastly, I suppose at this point in my life I feel that if I changed my favorite color I would lose a part of me. A part that I am extremely fond of-- I love the fact that my favorite color is purple. It's something of me... that hasn't changed, even as I have grown up and changed.... yep, my favorite color is purple!

What's yours?

A Taste of My Book-- that is in the works

A dark shadow was growing in the forest. The shadow seemed to have a strange heartbeat of power, which controlled its movements—long, sultry, dangerous movements. It blocked the sunlight from entering past the utmost branches of the trees, and the woods were silent and empty of all creatures. Even the flora of the forest shied from the shadow, bending in its wake and dying behind it. The shadow stemmed from a dark and domineering castle that was harbored in the midst of the forest. The castle was made of no recognizable material; it seemed to merely grow from the earth beneath it. The castle had no windows, and its shape was muffled into shadows. The strangest thing about this castle was mostly the pervading silence—pierced by blood-curdling screams and followed by vicious laughter.

The dark shadows of the forest held a terrible secret… a shadow was growing… and a horror was being created. Inside the castle, hundreds of tiny shadows shuffled from room to room. It was too dark to determine any individual features; in fact the only light in the entire building came from a central room that was two stories high. The light was tinted magenta and only lit a small sphere. Only one person stood in the room: standing in the shadow and staring at the circle of light. Breathing echoed from the corner—deep and ragged, like a wild creature. It was the breath of a witch.

A person, neither completely human nor anything else, a mystery in almost every aspect. They were never born and could not die unless killed. They were immortals and therefore claimed similar lineage of fairies. Witches were rare, and were now becoming mere stories. But one witch was left, one witch had a terrible deed yet to fulfill.

There she stood—tall and regal—staring down from her dark throne. Her features were sharp and angular, her jaw was set and her lips were pulled tight against her teeth. Her hair hung low down her back, in black loose curls. She was not beautiful, but rather imposing. Her figure was taller then most men, and square. She was hard; nothing soft or lilting melted her features. Instead her strong stance and presence intensified her person. And she was livid with anger.

How Do I Escape?

Lord,

I'm praying right now that You would

break down these fences, cut open this binding.

I want You, Jesus!

And I want Your purpose coursing through me and out of me.

Show me how, I am watching.

Tell me when I am listening.

Let me know I am waiting.

Let's do this thing!

Now is the time. Here is the place. Let Your fire not extinguish when I awake. But rather increase in power and momentum with the rising of the SUN.

~Nadine