Saturday, November 22, 2014

My Closet Collapsed

It was 4:45 in the morning when I heard the loudest crashing noise.  I was sleeping very hard and included it in my dream, when suddenly, I jumped up on my bed, panicking, "THAT WAS NOT IN MY DREAM. WHAT WAS THAT?"
The house was completely dark and I stretched my body over to reach my lamp, quickly, nervous of what was around me...
Everything looked normal.

I got up, and suddenly saw inside my closet - all of my shelves had collapsed. 

I opened my bedroom door to the dark hallway, finding my family with a flashlight - searching for a broken window. Who knew a closet falling could sound like a shattering window?

... We went back to bed immediately when I told them it was just a closet. Haha. 

Well. That was a few weeks ago. 

Today  - I finally have a day to fix my shelves. 
Life just gets REALLY. REALLY. BUSY.
Somehow, through the mess of an unorganized closet with everything piled on top of each other, I was able to manage all those weeks. 

But it's become overwhelming lately ... Because you have to dig for what you need, and the clothes you pull out - get left out - for there is no where to hang them.

Talk about stressful. I am not the most organized, so it's not that I'm OCD or anything. But after having to step over clothes for the umpteenth time this week, I was anxious to fix the problem. 
Okay. So I just pulled EVERYTHING out of my closet and piled it on my floor and atop my full size bed. 
There are old things, there are new things, and there are "what is this? How did I get this? Where did I get this? and Who gave me this?" questions coming left and right. 

Anyway - despite how they got here, they are here. And it's time for me to do something.

I really have my closet to thank, for crumbling. (Not for shredding my drywall in the process... But for falling, at least.)
I noticed just how many things I have kept, just for the sake of keeping them. The things I so honestly do not need, do not wear. The things another human being somewhere does need, would wear. 

Today is a beautiful day to make someone else feel like a Queen. Whether that be a child, a teen, or an adult - someone needs my things. Somewhere. And I can't wait to give it to them.

So my closet falling may have been a frustrating thing in the beginning, but it really turned out to be a blessing in disguise. I otherwise, may not be collecting out things that someone else will find special. They would still be tucked away in my closet, for no one. 

It is a glorious time to reach out to others and serve another. 

If you have items in your home that you like but don't love, have but don't need, someone somewhere would love them, and needs them. 

Together we can make a difference.

James 2:14-17 ESV 

What good is it, my brothers, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can that faith save him? If a brother or sister is poorly clothed and lacking in daily food, and one of you says to them, “Go in peace, be warmed and filled,” without giving them the things needed for the body, what good is that? So also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead.

Hebrews 13:16 ESV / 

Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God.

Philippians 2:4 ESV / 

Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.

1 John 3:17 ESV / 

But if anyone has the world's goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against him, how does God's love abide in him?

Donate within your church or become involved at a local organization in your town!
Big or small, any donation is worthy. 

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Lead Me

Lead Me - Cover by Brooklyn DeShea

Hello, hello. 
I realized last night that some of my previous posts have been heavier topics, so I decided to lighten the mood with a new subject for the day! 


      I have filled my blog so far with everything except what it was created for. Ha. I initially started blogging to document my photography and music I've covered. I suppose I got carried away with writing posts. Hopefully you have enjoyed them, nonetheless.
     Without much further ado, here is a song I recently recorded. It is by Sanctus Real. He sings "Lead Me" from the perspective of a husband. 
"In picture frames, I see my beautiful wife, always smiling, but on the inside I can hear her saying:
Lead me, with strong hands,
Stand up, when I can't,
Don't leave me, hungry for love,
Chasing dreams, what about us:
Show me, you're willing to fight,
That i'm still the love of your life,
I know we call this our home,
But I still feel, alone." 

It's a very emotional song, the way Sanctus expresses himself. He sings about how he knows his family needs him to lead them ... he then breaks down towards the end, begging God to show him the way to do so ... He can't do it alone, and he needs His strength to be what his family needs him to be. 
   I love how rich the song is, coming to terms that as much as we want to be independent, strong, and a good leader, we need God. We need God to show us the way, for God to lead us. 
     I knew after hearing this song, and loving the story of it, it was one I needed to cover ... 
I hope you will enjoy my version and/or go purchase Sanctus's version on iTunes! 

Lead Me - Cover

Father give me the strength to be everything I'm called to be.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Jesus, Use Me, I'm Yours

I bend my knee
This song my plea
Jesus, use me, I am yours.
My dreams, my plans
My heart, my hands
Jesus, use me, I am yours.

I am desperately wanting
To please you
With all that I am
And I know that you don't need me
But if you want me, I'm yours

My will, my voice
Each word, each choice
Jesus, use me, I am yours.
My blood, my breath,
My life, my death
Jesus, use me, I am yours

I am desperately wanting
To please you
With all that I am
And I know that you don't need me
But if you want me, I'm yours

If you would choose to use me my Savior
In spite of my fears and all of my failures
I'm not much to look at
But whatever I am, I'm yours

I am desperately wanting
To please you
With all that I am
And I know that you don't need me
But if you want me, I'm yours

...because you want me, I'm yours

Artist:  Jason Gray –– Song: "Jesus, Use Me, I'm Yours" 

Yesterday I had lunch with one of my sweetest friends God blessed me with a few years ago. MC. It was a wonderful visit, and it had been two months since we had seen each other. We have never gone that long without seeing each other face to face, and it was such a precious few hours to catch up! 

I met MC several years ago in school ... In fact, I knew her in the 7th grade, but we didn't become super close until the middle of 7th grade and we have been inseparable since then and from 8th grade forward. 

We have had conversations about The Lord in the past, but not raw and deep; mostly surfaced. I was never in this state; I was never clinging to God during those years and I was sinful, and the last thing I wanted to talk about was our walks with God. 
Until yesterday.
 Everything God has been changing me with this summer became very evident and our talk was so raw and real. There is nothing more encouraging than bringing Christ into our friendship and being open about our failures and weakness, and relying on God. And encouraging each other through God.

There were a lot of times over my childhood, that people I was around would just "say the right thing"... Where it seemed everyone around you was speaking the same lingo. Genuinely, everyone saying the same thing.
As if they had a word book for that Church. And it frustrated me so much. It made me feel so upset that everyone kept their failures "hush hush" and no one let anyone see them make a mistake. Everyone made their goodness shown. 
- Don't read this wrong, I think it is fine, and wonderful, to encourage each others' successes ... But we are human. And we make mistakes; every one of us, no matter how much we love The Lord. We can not live perfectly. And I am not a fan for acting and putting up fronts:
I want raw. 
I want real. 
I want struggles. 
I want heartbreak. 
I want clinging to God. 
I want a fellowship with friends of encouragement. 
I want people who have gone through it too, and who lead you to The Lord through the struggles. 
I didn't have that before. For a long time. I always felt that I needed to hold myself a certain way, say what they were saying ..... I couldn't be real. And I was lost. ... 

I have had a lot of rocky times, but I thank God that He put me through them because along the way, it led me here. To who I am today. His Daughter. 
I have grown so much, and had I never been at those churches growing up, it is hard to know who I would be right now; The Lord brought me here. And I am glad to have a God that is so good to His children. God has surrounded me with girls that love Him so passionately;  it is real. raw. encouragement. 

I dedicate a thank you to those in my youth group: the leaders, Thorn, Chris, Will, Haley, Stacy, Amanda, Emily ... And to my precious friends, too: Lilly, Olivia, Haley, Stacy, Amanda. (I know I am forgetting a few names here, but I remember you and thank you, too!)
You have all been such a blessing to me, and I can not imagine having never met. I thank you for all the countless times of loving me and leading me to God, and teaching me things I never knew before ... You each will forever hold a special place in my heart. Love you guys. 

I have never had such a close relationship with God. I have never been changed, the way He is changing me. I have never had the desire to include Him in every conversation, the way I do now. 
I love raw.
I love real.
I love hearing people's struggles to encourage through them, in Jesus.
I love clinging to God. 
I love fellowship with friends full of love for Jesus and full of encouragement.
I love genuine.

Truth is harder than a lie and the darkness seems safer than the light. But I fail, too, and if we both can be honest together, we can grow and strengthen each other with the love of Jesus. 

Nothing is sweeter to me. 

Jesus, use me to love others as You love, to forgive as You forgave me, to encourage others through You. Use me, God.
I am Yours.

Raw and Real,

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Peace Like A River

Wow. Where to even begin... Again.
I see my flaws more every day; my mistakes; my sins. It's a battle. It's a daily battle. No. I am not perfect. I wasn't made to be perfect, thankfully, because I fail all the time. Thankfully, though, my God is perfect, and I do not need to be perfect. He does not ask me to be perfection.
My heart sometimes feels like it's playing tug of war with my emotions: follow The Lord, wait, back up, I want that, okay now follow The Lord ... and then it calls back to myself again. 
I feel weak when I choose myself. I feel down. I feel like I should stop asking The Lord for forgiveness, but that is not what He asks us to do, He asks us to repent and seek Him. 
So I keep repenting and I keep seeking. And God lets me know that He is still listening to my prayers and harking to my calls. 
We fail. We make mistakes and we mess up. We are sinful by our nature; our fallen race. Our fallen world. But God loves us through out mistakes and our flaws. He reaches for us. He protects us. He is our Father.

Last night I layed in bed begging God to hear my prayer:

"God I beg you. God remove my heart, wring it out of all my sin, beat it until I'm pure in Love. God stomp on it and make it new. Show me my sin, and help me change - to be more like You.
God make my new heart and place it inside me. God, shape it and mold it like it's raw hamburger meat: pat it down, form it to your perfection, soften it,  and God... Season it with your Love, with wisdom, and grace, with humbleness and a diligent heart that pleases You.  Make it new and God, make it forever Yours."

I realize I am afraid all the time, things I have no control over. But I laugh and shake my head, because my God, who loves me and protects me, has control over EVERYTHING. And why would I and why should I live fearfully? We are not made to live in fear. We are made to trust God and to love. 
  1. When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
    When sorrows like sea billows roll;
    Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
    It is well, it is well with my soul.
    • Refrain:
      It is well with my soul,
      It is well, it is well with my soul.
  2. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
    Let this blest assurance control,
    That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
    And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
  3. My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!—
    My sin, not in part but the whole,
    Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
    Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
  4. For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
    If Jordan above me shall roll,
    No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
    Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
  5. But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
    The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
    Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
    Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!
  6. And Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
    The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
    The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
    Even so, it is well with my soul.

God hears us. And He answers us. And that, itself, is more than I deserve.

My sin, not in part, but the whole, is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more. 
Praise The Lord! Praise The Lord! Oh, my soul.

Blesséd Hope. Blesséd Rest of my Soul,


Monday, July 14, 2014

Our God is an Awesome God!

I think it is amazing how God puts us in the places we are meant to be, and He never fails at placing us there at the perfect moment. 

I went to the Atlanta Market last week for our store. On the second to last day, I wandered away from my group to browse through a showroom, hoping to find something we had never seen that week.  Well, as of late,  I have liked the headbands that seem to be so popular and many girls are wearing. Our group had just bought quite a few at another show room earlier that morning, but as I walked by this little set-up, resting on an eye-catching turnable display, I was admiring the beauty of these headbands. I was completely oblivious to the brand as well as the massive photos on the lower half of the display, all that was noticed was just the patterns stitched on the bands.  Instead of twisting it around, I walked to the other side of the display to look at more, and when I glanced down at the photo covering the display, was a photo of Katie Davis with a precious orphan in Uganda.  If you have been keeping up with this little blog, you will know she is the author of my favorite book, Kisses From Katie; the book I have been reading all summer.  She was looking at this darling little girl, and they were laughing. 
Like the social person I am, I walked over to the girls taking the orders and struck up a conversation, asking how she was connected to the bands. I explained I had been reading the book, as had they, and the three of us instantly became friends.
We talked about chapters and favorite paragraphs, and all of the sweet words within Katie's book. We talked about her inspiration and braveness, but most of all, her fearless and strong love for Jesus. 
It felt like I was in a haze. Almost in a dream. I had been hoping to find someone else who had read her book and was changed from it, and in this place, I did.   I know, without a doubt, that Jesus led me into that showroom and directly to that display. I was fighting back tears as we talked about her book and how the headbands contributed to the ministry Katie established. Amazima. The bands were created to support her ministry but also, each headband sold would provide an orphan in Uganda with three free meals. Nothing could hold me back from bringing Banded Headbands to our store. Nothing. 
 I left and found my group and proceeded to lead them over while explaining it to them as we walked towards the bands. My mom already knew my love for Kisses From Katie, as she had heard me discuss it with her in almost every conversation for the past month or so. It was daily, "Hey Mom ... I read this in Katie's book. It's short, but can I read it to you?" She always said yes and always loved what she had to say. 
We picked out nearly every band, along with several of her books, and set the delivery date to ASAP. 

The rest of the day, no matter how many other showrooms we visited, nor other products and brands we purchased, none of them matched Banded or the sweet conversation surrounding it. 


On the trip, I must have seen over one thousand people. All of them doing something different than the next, saying something, thinking something different.
That was just in one place. Imagine further, all over the world. Different countries, big cities, little towns ... Millions of people. Each one saying and thinking and doing something different.

I don't know about you, but when I go to a crowded place, I can not understand everyone. I can only hear the person talking next to me or to me, not across the room, or the person down the hall.

But Jesus can hear them all, separately and together, and He watches over each one, protects each one, and has a personal plan for every one.

And all I could do was say, "Our God is an awesome God." and watch in amazement.

Brooklyn DeShea

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Second post of the day! This is new!

 A quote by C.S. Lewis just popped up on my Pinterest newsfeed. It was too good not to share with you.

"...The great thing to remember is that, 
though our feelings come and go, 
His love for us does not. 
It is not wearied by our sins, 
or our indifference; and therefore, 
it is quite relentless in its determination 
that we shall be cured of those sins, 
at whatever cost to us, 
at whatever cost to Him." 

Book: Mere Christianity 
I woke up this morning with knots in my stomach. Instantly. Today, I feel it even more. It's so noticeable now, that I could nearly reach out to touch it; it's there. It's not my imagination anymore. God is tugging on my heart so much for another country; a country that I am not even sure of where right now. But I know, that somewhere, there are thousands of children that need hugs and love and food and to be told that Jesus loves them. Everywhere I look in my home, I see multiples of things; I see food; I see running water and as much of it as I want; I see cars and electricity ... I see shoes and clothes. Things I've never lived without. Things that are so common to me, I can't imagine not having them. Things that some children dream of. And here I have it and so much of it... And it makes my insides hurt; it makes me ache. Why was I so blessed with all of these things when other children, so deserving, have so little, and some, nothing at all.
When I see videos and pictures of other peoples' journeys to third-world countries, these sweet innocent children with not even half as much as I have, are the happiest children. Full of smiles and thanks to God for everything they do have.
It breaks my heart thinking back on my childhood; I was always concerned with wanting more... and what I wanted for Christmas. 
These children may have never even had a pair of shoes, and they are full of so much joy! I know, that had I been given a pair of shoes one Christmas, I would have questioned where my other gifts were ... And that just is not right. 
These material things we claim to love, is so worthless compared to loving Christ. 
 I am, do not hear me wrong, so thankful to have been so blessed with everything God has provided me with, and I only pray and hope I can give back to another child who is crying somewhere because they are cold, or hungry, or without a family to love them. 
God does not give us these desires for no reason at all - I know that He has a purpose for placing this on my heart, and so much, these past few weeks. 
Even if I lost everything today, I have Christ ...  I have everything I could ever need. 
I do not think I could have said that in the beginning of this year, nor a few short months ago. Even two months ago, or one. 
But I know, after having crying out for God to give me the desires of my heart (not my own will, not my personal desires for my heart, nothing in my own will; but what GOD made my heart FOR, what my HEART longs to do in His name, what His will for my life is) and I realize now ... It is to spread His light to others. Wherever that may be. I know that God is still writing my life ... And this life is not even my own; it is for the glory of God. With that, I am more than delighted to jump at His call in His perfect timing. 
He makes all things GOOD, and does all things GOOD.
Although I fail so often and fall so short with loving Him as I ought, I pray to love Him with a willing heart and with a willing mind. 

It is in Christ and Christ alone: I am forgiven. You are forgiven. 

Psalm 37:4 – Take delight in the LORD, and He will give you the desires of your heart.

In His Love,

Friday, July 4, 2014

1, 2, 3, FOUR!

Beautiful readers,
I hope that each of you are having a splendidly sweet Fourth of July today with friends, family, and maybe fireworks, too!!

let freedom ring, let the white dove sing
let the whole world know that today
is a day of reckoning.
let the weak be strong, let the right be wrong
roll the stone away, let the guilty pay
it's independence day

- song by martina mcbride (independence day)

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Be Still My Beating Heart...

Oh, where to even begin? Sometimes, like right now, there is no perfect place to begin, so I'll start from where I remember; when I realized God was changing me. 

Being raised in a Christian home, I always knew who God was and why I should love and serve Him. Why my parents love and serve Him, and family members and close friends; I would have even said I loved and served Him, too. But it wasn't real love; I realize it now. And it is not an easy pill to swallow. 

There was a time as a little child that I genuinely thought I was saved, but there was not a deep conviction or true repentance behind it; I was like most children, I was afraid of hell and living for Satan. But I still was not living for God either. It was still all for me. Another hard pill to swallow.

Wow ... The many times over the years I have clung to Christ, or did for a small time, and when I felt okay again, spiritually and physically, I just kinda ... Stopped. I took over. I also failed and was increasingly weak; I needed God. But I did not want to admit it. 

I've been having a deeply tough time with coming to truth, admitting I am weak and in need of God. Admitting my sin. Admitting my struggles. It's easier to hide your feelings with a smile, to shove them under the rug, to try and forget them. Bringing myself to the light, exposing myself to God ...  It was not easy, and it still is not easy. However, everything I say to Him, everything I feel and am going through - He already knows. He already knew. He knows everything about me. He cares to know everything about me. 
He loves me the same. There is no one like Him. There is no greater love like His.

God has grabbed my heart in the past few months and placed something deep onto my heart. The past year, if not longer, has been a staggering walk at looking at my future: What I want to do with my life; what is it that I am interested in? 
It's been a reoccurring conversation with my family and friends. Decisions are something I hate to make.  There are many things I am interested in - thankfully, I am not lacking with coming up with a thought... But narrowing down or prioritizing is not my best attribute.  I end up spinning in circles, waiting like "spin the wheel" for it to stop on the arrow, and to know the direction I'm to take.

Kisses From Katie has encouraged me beyond words, and I know deep in my heart there is a reason I found the book last week, bought it, and began it right away. There is a reason, out of my list of over 20 books, I chose that one first. 

My heart feels like it will explode to show and give love to those who have not been shown love. To care for those in need. And my prayer is that wherever, and whenever, and however, God will direct my path to complete the will He has set for my life. 

I must become less. He must become more.

And to you, reader, if you do not know, and if you have not heard: JESUS LOVES YOU! With a strong, powerful, sweet, gracious, love! He knows every hair on your head, He knows your deepest thought! He cares about you; He hears every cry; He listens to your prayers and needs; He provides for you; and He died to save you from your sins. 

I pray that if you do not know Him, that you will seek to know Him, love Him, and live for Him.

He stands waiting with His arms open wide for you.

In Christ,

Saturday, June 28, 2014

What ...


I would love to know! Leave a Comment below! 


At A Loss For Words

After I have been reading Kisses From Katie, I have now managed to wrap my family up into my journey with her story of living for God in Uganda. I personally feel that it is an incredible book to be shared in a household and even with friends!
When I see how much love she has for the Lord and desire to serve Him, and I see everything she is doing (and giving up) to fulfill His calling in her ... I can't help but feel so inadequate in what I have done (but mostly haven't done) to follow and love God; to give up myself. Questioning why God would care a thing of my self-loving life when she has done such remarkable, wonderful, glorifying things with hers? But He does. He loves me. HE LOVES me! And He LOVES you!
I have not accomplished anything in my life to deserve His unfailing, forgiving, and sweet love; not once. NOT ONCE. And yet He so freely showers me with His DAILY GRACE and LOVE and MERCY. 
I am found in God. 
And it is God that I long to please and live for.
Just as He revealed His perfect plan for Katie's life, I am eager to see His calling for my own; and I hope I have as much bravery and strength as Katie Davis to leap into the unknown and live life purely for His joy!

In His Love,


Friday, June 27, 2014

Commence Book #1

     Upon ordering Kisses From Katie: A Story of Relentless Love and Redemption, I was nothing short of impatient for the delivery truck to pull into my driveway and hand me a small yellow package. 
     Yesterday afternoon was just that day. I ran into the house holding said yellow package, sat on the floor by my puppy (who is laying on my knees as I type this), and began shredding the wrapping off until the 304 page paperback was within my fingertips. 
     With that much anticipation and excitement, you can already guess correctly that I would not be waiting until the following day to begin the book. A few seconds in to holding this beautiful book, and I was reading every single detail ... because that is how ready I was to read the book: the acknowledgments, foreword by Beth Clark, introduction... and then, the start of Chapter One. There was no chance that I could let a book with such an amazing story not be read word-by-word. And fully, every word
Katie Davis, the young girl behind this book, the writer and narrator, is widely gifted. Her passion to follow Christ, wherever He may call her, is beyond encouraging. Katie is an astounding writer and you want to read every word. 
You can nearly feel everything she went through to get to Uganda... Her longing to serve Christ fully... Her braveness to let go of all she was familiar with in her hometown, for a place she could only dream about beforehand. Her joy, that you can almost see the smile on her face, as you read her happiness throughout her journey there. Her love that she so freely gives to strangers and even calls them friends. Her gracious and kind care for sweet baby orphans. The list could go on for weeks.
     Katie is full of compassion, kindness, generosity, and most definitely unquestionable: God's Love. 
I believe every one grows up with the thoughts to "change the world" or "leave a legacy" ... And somehow let people know we were here. To make a difference. But the thing behind every motive is thought, and sometimes we are too afraid to do what we actually could, because of fear.
Katie is absolutely remarkable for although she had fear, she feared more than anything: not doing what God called for her life. Living "safely" and not reaching out in a country that she knew God had made her a home.

So she packed her bags and left home, for her new home, in a new place. That she somehow already realized God had been preparing her for for years. 

And I so want to quote every sentence, every thing Katie describes and conveys so magnificently ... 

Please, dear reader. Please, I beg of you to order this book if you haven't or borrow it from a friend or library, and read it. 

I may be in the very beginning of this book right now, but within the first 6 pages, I was given a very new perspective of what it means to be a Christian and a complete follower of God, and of full self-sacrifice and love for others. 

And I realize it's what life is about. Living for others.

So in closing, I leave you with this:

"The truth is, I saw myself in those little faces, I looked at them and felt this love that was unimaginable and knew that this is the way God sees me. The children would run to me with gifts of stones or dirt and I saw myself, filthy and broken, offering my life to the God of the universe and begging Him to make it into something beautiful. I sit here in a broken world, small and dirty at His feet, and He who sits so high chooses to commune with me, to love me anyway. He blinds Himself to my sin and my filth so that He can forge a relationship with me."

Now. If that small glimpse of her story does not leave you with chills and a heart so torn to read more ... Please get the book! I will continue writing on here as my journey with Katie in Uganda proceeds. 


Thursday, June 26, 2014

I'm Now A Page-turner

I'm back for a tad and had to write a post.

                            • LET'S TALK BOOKS! •

Believe me, me, the girl who has never EVER EVER EVER cared to READ, is caring to read suddenly. The books that are required: no... Not my forte in genres. 
The books I personally pick, are well ... spellbinding page-turners. I totally lose track of time, day... and within T-one to two to rarely but maybe day three... the last page is turned.
And what a sweet and bittersweet feeling. 

This year, I have read two books. THAT IS A SAD SENTENCE, YOU GUYS. ONLY TWO BOOKS ---- IT'S NEARLY JULY.

A few days ago I was browsing Lauren Conrad's website and stumbled upon her section "read" ... So I clicked it and the new inner-reader side of me was very happy. Her personal list of 10 summer books to read (and her spring + fall list, too) was posted... I spent a little while ••• more like a few hours ••• looking the ones up that interested me and then browsing the books others' had bought after that one. It took a little while. But it was time well spent. : )

I now have a happy list of 23 books (that keeps growing) to cross off my list, hopefully, by the end of this year. ((Wish I would have started this list when school ended...  I could be on book #10 or so now. Lesson learned for next year!!))

KISSES FROM KATIE: A Story of Relentless Love and Redemption

The Help
The Fault In Our Stars

BOOKS I WANT TO READ • 2014-2015:
Kisses From Katie
No Greater Love
He Walks Among Us 
A Million Little Ways
The Hundred-Foot Journey
October Baby
The Language of Flowers
Something Borrowed
Something Blue
A Little Salty to Cut the Sweet
A Paris Apartment
Bella Fortuna
What Would Audrey Do
Girls In White Dresses
What Alice Forgot
The Best of Me
Me Before You
The Matchmaker
Southern Charm
- All of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
- All of Nicholas Sparks' books

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Moments to Remember

• This post is being written as a diary for myself to look back on in 2015+ ...

Sometimes you meet people, and somehow know... your life will never be the same. (in a totally good way of course)

1 month and 6 days ago, I learned that very quickly. 

somehow, i get a feeling, this is not where it ends... 
and it makes me feel excited.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

June; 6 Months Into 2014

Sweet Readers,

       June has been an incredibly busy month, and time has been quickly passing by.

I haven't forgotten you. ;)

I'm so thrilled for your interest in reading my blog. Please grab some tea or coffee, sit back, and scroll through my posts. 

If you have any desired topic you would like me to write about, feel free to leave a comment, and I will do what I can!



Monday, May 26, 2014

The Fault In Our Stars

Dear Any Of You Who May Read the fault in our stars, don't worry - I'm not a fan of reading spoilers either, so read away - there are none below!

Wow. Okay.  This book.  ... My twitter feed has been overflowing with nothing but love and admiration and retweeted quotes from the book for the past several months. 

"Who is this Augustus Waters???" I would think. 
The name sounded fake - perhaps silly - and definitely not drawing me to read this book about faulted stars. 

I just assumed the book was a bash on astronomy or something. I'm actually not too sure. But I was certain the 313 pages were not for me. It would never be.

Until I gathered enough small info (thanks to a twitter post) that it involved a love story.

:: hmm. takes a second look. ::

"Huh, alright... Maybe this isn't about stars after all? Or maybe it is; just some lovebirds both crazy about constellations.."

I genuinely gave it zero more thought. But you may have already figured that out. 
Nonetheless, I did think about how odd it was that my friends were beginning to become obsessed with this stars story. 
Like, what could seriously be so great about it???

Then. I saw the trailer on a commercial. 

And I was.sucked.into.the.screen.instantaneously. 

Maybe a tad exaggerated - but I didn't want any distractions while watching it. My eyes and my ears were glued. 
I wanted it on repeat or something. 

"Okay - well ... when finals are over - I am gonna try out this book, EVEN THOUGH I WILL BE JUST LIKE ALL THE OTHER GIRLS ON MY TWITTER FEED. Laughs." 

And let me just tell you this. I started the book YESTERDAY. 
And can I just be Brooklyn Waters or Brooklyn Augustus Waters or that kind of thing for a day? Because I am in love with a boy in a book, and I AM SO GLAD I HAVE 313 PAGES TO READ ABOUT HIM. 

You could say there has been a complete change of emotions towards the book, and I could just kiss the author, John Green, for writing and publishing such a stinking. darn. good. lovable. story. 


That is all. 

Enjoy the fault in our stars,

ps. the only person at fault, is the person who thinks this book will be a waste of their time.
it isn't. 
and i already want the fault in our stars 2. so, john green, don't quit writing ever.

Sayanara, Blogging Buddies!

and just for this first and final time -

Brooklyn DeShea Augustus Waters

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Momma, Mum, Madre, Moeder, Ma, Mama, Mom, Madar, Mamma, Majka, Mueter, Mati, Ammee, Moœ, Mai, Matka, Macii ...

Wishing every Mother out there today a 
We are thankful for all that you have done, currently do, and will do for us!!!

I hope your day is very special.

Proverbs 31:28

Sunday, May 4, 2014


 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3  <3 <3 

                                                 Small word. Big meaning. 

     I could write about dating, courting, and all the sappy boyfriend/girlfriend stuff... But I'll save that for another day... 
     The focus point of this little write-up, titled: LOVE? Mom's. In exactly one week, it will be Mother's Day! I am not a mom (except to my fur-babies), but I have a remarkable mother. Although, i'm sure she would blush and possibly deny my saying so ... it's true. 
     I am just like every other human child - full of making mistakes, losing my temper, getting snappy with my parents, and not always honoring them the way the Bible tells us to. 
     But with love comes forgiveness, and my mom is full of both, equally. It is very inspirational and motivational for me to see ... It makes me want to strive to be more like that ... Like her. Because I'm human,  I let things bother me way too much on occasion, and I think about things longer than I should ... Especially what others' say or do.  And after bottling it in for a while, when I need to let it out – I run to my mom. And she's always there to listen ... To help me ... To give smart advice ... To lead me in the right direction ... To pick me up when I fall. And that is just who she is. Selfless, strong, brave, caring, inspiring, smart, funny, silly, creative, giving, and very loving. Nothing inside of me has ever deserved my mom to be so willing to love me. Growing up, hitting the teenage years, I had some awful moments when I was not pleasant to be around – and I knew it – and she would just look at me. Cry a little. Tell me she understood what I was going through. And then, we would have a heart-to-heart, then both cry, hug each other, I would apologize ... and then we'd go watch a cute movie together, and those are the moments when you realize how  m•u•c•h someone means to you. 
    -- They see all of your flaws, and nothing changes their love for you. It is pure, genuine love. The Lord blessed me very much when he made me her daughter. I can not imagine who I would be, had it not been for her influence. She has helped shape me, mold me, guide me to who I am, writing this today. A girl with an overflowing, thankful heart. 
     On top of struggling knee problems, my mom was diagnosed with lupus my sophomore year of high school. It was really a life changing year for her. She had been in pain month after month, and the answers were not coming. Until sitting down with another new doctor, having tests run yet again, and finally having a one-on-one talk with him... and we discovered what was causing the pain. After she was prescribed with medications to help with the pain caused by lupus, relief was on the way. It took approximately eight to nine weeks before the medicine kicked into her system, but when it did... it made a difference. Although there is still a deep pain that will just be there, sadly, the pain is definitely more subtle than it would be without the medicine! Every day has been different. Monday she may get up ... And feel like she could go run a marathon. Tuesday, she might not be able to get out of bed the entire day. Wednesday, she may have all the energy in the world. It is not something you can know beforehand ... Which makes it a tad hard on planning future events, not knowing how her body will feel. 
     But with all of that being said ... With all of the hurt that comes with lupus, (and now, since about one month or so ago... fibromyalgia, too), all of the random visits to the emergency room, or to urgent care, the countless doctor visits, tests run, days in the bed, fingers tingling and feeling numb ... Although there have been many tears shed, and times where the pain seemed endless ... She has always tried to see the positive side. To realize how much worst things could be ... And she still counts her blessings, through the tears. It's quite amazing to witness. 
     Keep on going strong, Momma! I will forever be your supporter through thick and thin, just as you have been to me everyday since I was born. You've always taken great care of me, and now it's my turn to help care for you. Especially on the days you're in pain, not-so-thanks, but thanks to cruel lupus and fibro. Blah.
As I know there will be days in the future that I am unpleasant and grumpy... I hope you know how much I love you, and am not personally upset, or trying to make things harder. There are just days we are weaker than others.
     Nonetheless, I've grown so much in the past few years, especially this year, thanks to your advice. And thanks to your advice, words of wisdom, and encouragement,  I am braver and stronger than I ever thought possible, all because of you.

I love you, Momma. And I hope this will be one of the most memorable, and sweetest Mother's Day's in all history for you... I hope your day is cheery and full of feeling great! 

You deserve it. 

Forever your little girl and admirer,

Brooklyn DeShea

Saturday, May 3, 2014


 :: Hosting A Spectacular Patio Party ::

Here are a few of my top picks for hosting a great Summer party, right in your back yard!
1• Globe Lights
2• A cool, long table with decor relating to the color scheme
3• A fun popcorn bar with all of the necessities
4• Fresh lemonade in cute glass bottles ( or mason jars )
5• Fun, quirky paper straws
6• Neon matches ( that glow the same color when lit)
7• A s'more's bar 
8• A bonfire to complete #7.
9• Bouquets of balloons near the table, or among the area
10• Although it is not pictured... Guests always love an enjoyable photo booth! Grab a few goofy items to photograph with, (mustaches, hats, etc. ) and snap, snap, snap!

SO. There is 10 things.. and you know me. I could list for days! I guess I will stop with only ten. Before it gets too crazy! : )

NOW, friends! What are YOUR favorite ideas for a Summer Party???
List them below in the Comments!

:: Check Back Tomorrow to See What the Discussion Topic Will Be On ::

Until next time, blog buddies!
Brooklyn DeShea