In College

In college:

Your sleeping habits are not regular, and naps are a frequent must

Sweat pants and T-shirts become your wardrobe... It dosn't matter how nice of a dresser you are.

Make up is no longer a must. It is a high luxury to those who get the motivation to put it on.

High Heels are not heard of during the week days

Your hands will almost be permanently glues to your laptop, even if there is nothing of real consequence or meaning on there.

Simple foods are what you survive on. Hello Raman and PB & J.

Capri Suns must be downed at high speeds.

You are no longer the 'cool kid' for not wearing a coat. You are the idiot who catches pnemonia.

Looking in the mirror rarely happens, and when said thing does happen, there is usually a shrug and then a 'who gives a crap' involved afterwards.

Disney Channel is for the AWESOME kids

Motivation to work out is a key ingreidient in this life

You no longer read for fun, because your professors have now made it not so fun.

Friends bring you joy and happiness.

I never knew a dog could mean so much...

When I was six I met a puppy. He had a bow around his neck, and a bundle of joy in his heart. He was the very first dog that was prevelent in my memory of dogs. I tried to help train him and I played with him often. I even got to call him my own a few times, until my sister traded my ginea pig back for him. Sometimes I would lock him in a cupboard, or I would leave him outside. But he always loved me anyways, he put all my faults aside. I never knew, how much that meant.

Sometimes he would run away, and we could never tell just why. Until we found a house that he felt was suitable to call home, then he never left. He knew these kinds of things. He was grouchy when he got a new sister, but he loved her anyways. She grew on him after while. As did the other two.

He could never have puppies, maybe it was just never meant to be. That was always part of Banjo's charm. Also, that he could walk up to any person and just look, and of course they would pick him up. No one could deny Banjo, even in his old, scruffy age.

He grew old, and he grew blind. And other things began to take over his body. I knew that his time wouldn't last forever, but I sure wished it would. Sometimes he got under my feet, and sometimes he was a little hard to handle. I regret the times I told him to get out of my way, or ignored the gentle pleas he gave with his nose, just to be held and to be loved. It meant much more than you'll know. He deserved it all. He was the best any family could ask for. He was loving and kind, excepting and sweet, and he could never let you down.

When I got that call, that after twelve years in my life, he was dieing. Tears welled in my eyes, and memories shot to my mind;

and I never knew that a dog, could mean so much.

Prayer of the Day

Dear Lord,

Please help me and guide me to be able to achieve my dreams. Please guide me down the path that will bring me joy and happiness. You know the desires of my heart God, and you know the things I need. I know I'm not always right, and that sometimes I lose my way. I pray that you will pick me up when I fall and show me your will for my life, so that I may follow it and have a fulfilling a plentiful life. Sometimes I feel so alone, and I feel so lost, I pray that is it in these times that you wil reveal your plan to me, and give me comfort in the low points. Thank you for all that you've given me and all that you've revealed to me Lord. I pray that I will never stray and that I will watch and follow you with reckless abandon through the rest of my days. I love you. Lots.

Sandra

Paint covered hands and plank filled eyes

Hands dripping in paint
splattered droplets of color surrounded me
I look down and see a mix of pigments all over my jeans
I turn my attention towards the clock
and I see that it has been over two hours of work
I look back at my art peice
and then see that, I am not happy with it at all

After the hours of work that I put into it
it looks nothing like this beautiful picture that I have painted in my mind
I thought that after all this work
this would come out a masterpeice
something that all the other students in my class would envy
something that I would be extremely proud of

. . . r e v e l a t i o n . . .

Gods hands are dripping with paint
God has spent an ETERNITY molding and forming our lives
God longs for us to be perfect
and to live the life HE intended us to have

But when all is said and done,
we don't turn out perfect
we never live our lives how God wants us to
we make MISTAKES
lots and lots and lots of mistakes

We break the pottery that God has been so artfully and painstakingly crafted
we smear black paint all over the colorful canvas
we ruin the work that God has done
But this is why God is the Master Craftsmen
because he picks up those broken peices that we have scattered about
and he forms it into something that is even more beautiful than before

This is you
you are the canvas
you are th pottery
you are the beauty that he looks at everyday and is beaming proud
YOU are His work of art