Cause I have thoughts that I’ve ‘saved as’ in a file that God has only equipped you to open.
3 weeks ago - 
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scribbling in the margins
I am a sinner redeemed. washed. and cleansed by the blood of the Lamb of God.
13 Days and counting…
13 days and I’ll be on my way to my new life half-way across the world.
13 days and I’ll be on a plane embarking on an entirely new adventure.
13 days and I’ll be leaving my family to be out (practically) on my own.
13 days and I’ll be only a week closer to here. To seeing the world expand right before my eyes and completely cut off from everything that made it so small to begin with.
As completely terrified as I am inside. I’m not worried. I’m flowing. Like the Suribao River.
God is so good.
1 month ago - 1
1 Day 2 —Tell about a character who lost something important to him/her.
Harry had never met them.
At least not properly.
He’s sure that at the time of his birth there were many introductions, but in the midst of introducing yourself to the entire world, the little detail of meeting your parents can sometimes get lost in the shuffle.
But, still, he was without them. He lost them without ever knowing them and it is because he has lost them that he struggles to find himself.
How is it possible to miss people you’ve never really met? How is it possible to have your identity and your self so tied into a person or a set of persons who you can barely remember?
It’s a strange sort of binary and yet…an understandable one. No one will ever insist that he try not to miss them, just because he was too young to really understand how they were never coming back.
He wishes that he knew them, maybe even more than he wishes he had never lost them. That’s a funny thing to say, I know, but…at least if he had known them and lost them he would have something more than pictures or second hand memories to grasp onto. At least he would be able to say he knew them better than anyone else, because he is theirs just as they are still his.
“Mum” and “Dad”.
The words feel funny in his mouth. He’s never had to say them, never had to use them. But he desperately wishes that he could get the chance.
Day 1 —Select a book at random in the room. Find a novel or short story, copy down the last sentence and use this line as the first line of your new story.
Be careful with the world, or the next time we meet, it might get ugly.
—Tally Youngblood, Specials by Scott Westerfield
These were the last words she sent, the last words anyone would ever hear from her for a long time and it all seemed so dramatic. But they were so Tally. She was a legend. She changed the face of a world that was so obsessed with that very practice and the reality of that, alone, was…many things. Ironic. Poetic. Strangely appropo? Yes. All of the above. And yet, in getting to know her, in researching and studying all there was to understand about Tally Youngblood, the girl who restructured the world without really intending to, I find it almost funny how the most iconic legends end up that way by accident.
As a writer you tend to scrutinize and criticize always. It’s not out of malice, every time at least, it’s just simply habit and you squeeze out the patterns, the factors that make characters heroes.
Tally Youngblood
Frodo Baggins
Harry Potter
Katniss Everdeen
Percy Jackson
Characters like this all start out the same:
Having humble beginnings, then being thrust into a new world. A fantastic new world where their only goal is survive and thrive. Then along the way, they lose the ability to control what’s going on and everyone around them decides their goals for them. But it’s the heroes’ prerogative to fight for the right to be themselves.
Heroes like this never believe that they deserve love. They don’t see themselves as anything but flawed and they love so fiercely that they only see the pain they cause, not the inspiration they bring. But people love them regardless and are constantly trying to reach out just to say, “We love you back. Let us love you as fiercely as you love us.”
And heroes like this never truly leave. They never truly stay here, in the world that they save, but they never truly leave. Always just an arms’ length away, because they can’t escape. They can’t stop loving all that is good and right in this world. That isn’t who they are.
I suppose that’s what drives a writer. Armed with a pen and paper we can shed light on the heroes who are imperfect. Who have flaws. Who have doubts. But who can save the world and do save the world every single day. As a writer it isn’t our job to be them, but to reveal them, to support them and to love them more so than anyone else.
Scott Westerfield
J.R.R. Tolkien
JK Rowling
Suzanne Collins
Rick Riorden
They are the scribes that supply the evidence and we are the students in the history classroom that need to heed the words: “Be careful with the world, or the next time we meet, it might get ugly.”
As for me? I can’t wait to tell you about the hero I met.
30 Day Challenge Archive: Writing Prompt 30 Day Challenge
Day 1 —Select a book at random in the room. Find a novel or short story, copy down the last sentence and use this line as the first line of your new story.
Day 2 —Tell about a character who lost something important to him/her.
Day 3 —Write about the worst time you’ve ever put your foot in your…
Alright, let’s see if I can stick to this one.
1 month ago - 593
593 love it.
(Source: forgetactuality, via dilemmaemma)
Anonymous asked: Hey, I just wanted to let you know that I thank God for letting me meet someone like you :D
aw…that’s so sweet. Thank you this was such a blessing to me. =]
When a child is aborted.
That child is not sad.
That child is not angry.
That child is not wondering what kind of life he could of lived.
That child does not think, “Mother, why did you not love me?
That child is not thinking at all.
The only people it immediately affects, are the parents.
It’s their decision, no one else’s.”
That child is not angry.
That child is not wondering what kind of life he could of lived.
That child does not think, “Mother, why did you not love me?
That child is not thinking at all.
It’s their decision, no one else’s.”
You’re right. The kid was never given a chance to decide…anything. All of the kid’s choices were taken away because the kid doesn’t count as a “real” person and because he/she isn’t “immediately” affected. Right…. yeah. That’s totally fair. The lesser of two evils…is still evil. (via itsasecretlife)
What you should have gotten out of that is that it isn’t the same thing. It can’t feel, or think and it’s not aware that it even exists. Do you mourn every bacteria when you wash your hands? Probably not, but it’s just as alive as the fetus is.
You’re right in that it’s a potential life, but so is sperm so is the ova. So many pregnancies end in miscarriage so early the pregnant person doesn’t even notice they were ever pregnant.
There are so many real lives that have already started out there that desperately need your empathy and help. So many hungry stomachs and sleeping outside in the rain and dying of preventable or treatable diseases. These people are already alive and capable of GREAT things. They feel pain, and despair and their stomachs rumble. They have dreams and goals and loved ones and you’re fighting a hyped up cause fueled by misinformation and spread through fear and confusion.
You’re grossly disrespecting the pregnant person by telling them you don’t think their reason is good enough or you don’t think they can make their own choices about their body. You’ve been mislead into believing it’s a ‘child’, a bubbly baby, but it isn’t. It’s potentially that, but not yet.
I honestly used to believe all of that. When I finally swallowed my pride and learned more I was very embarrassed. It really was so hard to admit I was wrong at first, but I am such a better person because of all I’ve learned as a result.
(via fuckyeahchoice)
When I wrote my response to this quote I wasn’t “telling [a pregnant person that I] don’t think their reason is good enough” or that i “think they can’t make their own choices about their body.” that wasn’t my intent and I see now I should have expounded, but here is what I think:
I understand what the post was trying to say. A fetus, at conception has not developed any sort of process of feeling or thought so it pales in comparison to the life that is greatly affected by it’s existence. But to dismiss it as unimportant or equate it to a a bacteria is, in my opinion, wrong. “It can’t feel, or think and it’s not aware that it even exists.” But it exists. When does lack of awareness constitute someone’s right to be alive?
“You’re right in that it’s a potential life, but so is sperm so is the ova.” A sperm or an ova are potential life, but until they combine they will be nothing but a sperm and an ova. A fetus is the combination of a sperm and an ova, it is more than potential life, it is the basis of life.
“So many pregnancies end in miscarriage so early the pregnant person doesn’t even notice they were ever pregnant. ”
I’ll admit, that’s true. But again, unawareness doesn’t eliminate the fact that it happened. And how many of those women, if they knew they were pregnant, wouldn’t feel something for that child? Even more than that, what about the pregnancies in which women were aware and still miscarried. I’ve seen those instances destroy men and women, destroy marriages, destroy lives. When a mother mourns her miscarriage would you say to her, “why are you mourning? Do you mourn for every bacteria when you wash your hands?” No, because, they’ve lost something. Something has been taken away and I wonder how many of them would have chosen to keep their baby if they had the chance.
“There are so many real lives that have already started out there that desperately need your empathy and help. So many hungry stomachs and sleeping outside in the rain and dying of preventable or treatable diseases. These people are already alive and capable of GREAT things. They feel pain, and despair and their stomachs rumble. They have dreams and goals and loved ones and you’re fighting a hyped up cause fueled by misinformation and spread through fear and confusion.”
My opinions on pro-life don’t hinder me from acknowledging that there are people out there who need help now. And to assume that this is the only thing on my mind is “grossly disrespecting” to me. I know about people suffering. I’ve seen it. But this isn’t an either/or kind of thing. To have empathy for a fetus doesn’t mean I don’t have empathy for the rest people on this Earth who need help. And, as far as this “hyped up cause fueled by misinformation and spread through fear and confusion” posting my opinion doesn’t shadow the fact that me and my family do all we can to help those who are need. For us, our hearts go out to to the people of the Philippines, because that’s where my family is from. We send money and clothes and food and books. Everything we can to our contacts there to help those in the Provinces who are struggling, You don’t have to tell me that there are people out there who need help. I know.
So, I would ask that assumptions not be made of me as I apologize for sounding presumptuous and not being clear of my intentions to start with.
The reason why the original post bothered me was because in it’s move to highlight the importance of the parent’s choice it dismissed the child. And yes, you could continually argue back and forth with me on whether or not the fetus is a child, but I still think it’s wrong. No child should ever be dismissed, even if they don’t realize they are being dismissed.
(via itsasecretlife)
(via itsasecretlife)
