Hello, lovely people! It’s been a while, and things have been super busy with the closing out of this school year. There will be a post more on that next week! However, here is a little something for now.
One of the last projects I had to turn in for Language Arts this year consisted of writing ten vignettes about the people, places, and events that made me, me. The more I wrote, the more I fell in love with defining such pivotal moments in my life. I won’t share all of them, but here are three of my favorite pieces.
a brief evocative description, account, or episode.
1. The Best Decision of My Life (When I Gave my Life to God)
The tugging at my heart was palpable. It felt as though someone was pulling me in the right direction. The urgency was without question. I was seven when I eagerly handed over control of my life to the loving, omnipotent, and omniscient God. I awoke the next day with ceaseless joy and peace. However, as a young child, control was an illusion. Making that decision had not been one to ponder over. It is now that I realize the weight of my decision and am forever grateful for the mercy and grace offered to me. In the midst of seemingly hopeless situations, I have eternal hope. When I find myself weak and weary, I can rely on His power within me. As the dark of night spills into every crevice of my room and extinguishes every light in my heart, I look to Him and am reminded of my purpose. His power is made perfect in my weakness, I am never alone or forgotten.
2. My Person (My Best Friend: Hana)
She is pure. She is the wind, unseen yet ever-present. She is beautiful. Her soul paints the crests of the waves and the tops of the trees giving them color. She is strong. When the hurricanes spiral and slam into the shores, she is unmoved. She is talented. Her very being creates delicate rhythms that flow through your bones making you feel everything that she feels. For ten years she has been beside me. She acts as a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold, a fellow explorer to adventure with, and a sister to laugh with and love. As the sun rises, we dress in a hurry and race to discover paths we have not yet walked. But more than this, the stars make for better friends than the nagging light that governs the day. The far off beings fall to be nearer to us and twinkle at the spirit of our conversation. The atmosphere of the hidden hours provides mystery that alludes to a sense of something greater than ourselves. There exists no person more suitable than her to accompany me in my journey through life.
3. Mind and Spirit
Here I am performing the action that so long ago sparked a flame inside of me. Of mountains and forests, of seas and shores, of cities and lights, perhaps words are the most beautiful to me. The power to repetitively transfix someone lies only within words. The postcards pinned to my wall portray images of the Eiffel tower, the Roman Colosseum, and the Amalfi Coast. All places I have been. But their pixelated sights have lost power over me. Yet when I read the accounts of my travels to such places, suddenly I am there. I first discovered the power that words possessed in a time of extreme distraught many years ago. I had trapped myself inside of a dark place only able to contain one person, myself. Then, in the darkest crevice, I found language. I found words with which to speak, to relate, and to inspire. Though there was no room for a single other living soul in this dark place, there was room for all of the people and places I could paint with my words. I have found my words to carry me into the hearts of those I love, into the minds of those I do not know, and into places I have not yet seen. Dear words, dear language, dear writing, you have saved me.