Hello everyone! c : I'm so sorry it's been so long since I've blogged but as many of you know I've been doing some traveling lately and we have about four days until Christmas..it's been busy. c ;
But one good thing about buisiness is that theres always something to blog about, it's just a matter of finding the time to do it.
And I promise I'll blog about my trip later on, but for now I have a few special things in mind and I can't wait to blog about Christmas ofcourse!
The Magic Mirror is a piece I wrote while in Florida a few weeks ago. The more I write the more I discover that good writing, the kind that makes people cry or laugh or swell up with pride, the kind that fills the best storybooks ever written, is very difficult to achieve. In fact, the inspiration that brings it, seems to set in whenever it feels like it, ( this particular time I happened o be in the shower c ; ) and leave whenever it pleases. Many times if I just ignore this inspiration, then I loose it. I know this sounds crazy but in my experience, it is true.
Whe I wrote this small peice of story my hair was still soking wet and I almost messed up the pages in my notebook because I was wet as well. But I got it down.
I've been told by many that I have a gift for writing. And while I'm not sure if it's true, I do know when I have written something good.
But I want to know what you think, so, read the little story that I have written below and tell me what you think. c ;
The Magic Mirror
"Why do you get so angry wih everyone?" The girl asked curiously. She looked at him as though he were a light hidden around the corner of some dark hallway, a light that she was searching for.
"I don't.." He answered offensively, then paused a moment. "...Do I?"
"Sometimes." She said hesitently. "But not to me, only some."
The boy looked down and away, his eyes searched the large room for an answer. He hesitated, his brow furrowed.
"I--I don't mean to be. Some people are just so...unkind." He looked back at the girl, hoping she would understand.
"Can I tell you something?" She asked, he nodded, holding her gaze. The two began to slowly walk forward.
"People are like mirrors." She gestured to the crowds around them. "They reflect whatever is around them, good or bad."
The boy looked around the room, his eyes keen, he was listening intently.
"But some people. Only some." She looked at him when she said this. " Are like magic mirrors."
"Magic?" The boy asked, a bit amused.
"Yes." She said. "Magic. Magic mirrors don't just reflect whats around them. They see whats around them, but reflect back only beauty, even when all anyone else sees is ugliness and distain. Because only magic mirrors have the power to draw beauty from the shadows and crevices where it hides, and bring it into the light.
And when people see themselves through these magic mirrors, they see beauty that almost isn't there. They see the good in themselves and believe in themselves again." She paused, the boy looked down thoughtfully. She stopped and looked right at him. "You are a magic mirror." He stopped and returned her gaze.
"Me?" He asked. She smiled and nodded her head, they began to walk again. "How do you know?" He asked.
"I can see it in your eyes," She said. "..you see beauty in everything." The boy looked down and, for the first time in a long while, he smiled.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
Then He smiled at me...
As I was listening to a familiar radio station today ( yes it's 96.5, the one that plays Christmas music from November 1st to December 31st c ; ) I heard a song that I've heard a hundred times. It's one that I love, not only for it's sentiment and romantic setting, but also because of the meaning it has for all of us "followers".
It's called The Little Drummer Boy, we've all heard it and sung it a thousand times. But I realized something while listeing to it a while back. There's an element of symbolism that I didn't notice before. Perhaps everyone but me already knows this but I'll go ahead and share it anyway. c ;
Come they told me
Our new born King to see
Our finest gifts we bring
To lay before the King
So to honor him, when we come
Baby Yazuh
I am a poor boy too
I have no gift to bring
That's fit to give a king
Shall I play for You?
On my drum
Then He nodded
The Ox and lamb kept time
I played my drum for Him
I played my best for Him
Then, He smiled at me.
Me and my drum.
Look at the first verse, "Come they told me, our new born King to see.." The boy was invited to see the King.
The jews (and many other people who had been told about him ) knew that the king was coming, they new that He had promised to come, and they were waiting for Him. So when this news came, they were thrilled! Granted they were probably surprised to know that He had come in the form of a baby, but hey, He's the King of kings, who's gonna question Him?
"Our finest gifts we bring, to lay before the King, so to honor Him when we come..." Their finest gifts, only the best for the King of Kings would do.
"Baby Yazuh, I am a poor boy too, I have no gift to bring, that's fit to give a king..." And then the boy realizes. He is not worthy, he looks around at the three kings standing around the manger and understands that he is just a lowly boy, dirty in his rags and worn from days and days of rough work, no where near as honorable as the three kings who just gave Him their very best.
"Shall I play for you? On my drum..." So he looks around to see what he has that he can offer the King. And all he sees his old drum, worn and dirty just like himself. But it's all he has to offer.
"Then He nodded, the ox and lamb kept time. I played my drum for Him, I played my best for Him..."
He was willing to offer the best of what he had, although it wasn't much. And with a heart full of excitement, he played for the King.
"Then He smiled at me. Me and my drum." And the King of King's, who was worthy of so much more than just a dirty little boy's drum solo, was pleased. Because instead of giving just what he could spare, he gave all he had.
This is the attitude we should have toward Christ. He has come into our world, brightening it and making it better all around. He has saved us from an eternity away from everything we were made for. Payed the price that was ours to pay. And what's more, He stays with us throughout our entire earthly lives teaching us and guiding us all the way. Offering us the love that we so desperately crave.
And what do we have to give Him in return? All we have. Nothing but the life of an old, dirty sinner. Yet we offer it anyway, and with joy and excitement in our hearts we serve Him. Giving Him our best.
Living in such a way, that when Christ looks down at us, all He can do is smile.
It's called The Little Drummer Boy, we've all heard it and sung it a thousand times. But I realized something while listeing to it a while back. There's an element of symbolism that I didn't notice before. Perhaps everyone but me already knows this but I'll go ahead and share it anyway. c ;
Come they told me
Our new born King to see
Our finest gifts we bring
To lay before the King
So to honor him, when we come
Baby Yazuh
I am a poor boy too
I have no gift to bring
That's fit to give a king
Shall I play for You?
On my drum
Then He nodded
The Ox and lamb kept time
I played my drum for Him
I played my best for Him
Then, He smiled at me.
Me and my drum.
Look at the first verse, "Come they told me, our new born King to see.." The boy was invited to see the King.
The jews (and many other people who had been told about him ) knew that the king was coming, they new that He had promised to come, and they were waiting for Him. So when this news came, they were thrilled! Granted they were probably surprised to know that He had come in the form of a baby, but hey, He's the King of kings, who's gonna question Him?
"Our finest gifts we bring, to lay before the King, so to honor Him when we come..." Their finest gifts, only the best for the King of Kings would do.
"Baby Yazuh, I am a poor boy too, I have no gift to bring, that's fit to give a king..." And then the boy realizes. He is not worthy, he looks around at the three kings standing around the manger and understands that he is just a lowly boy, dirty in his rags and worn from days and days of rough work, no where near as honorable as the three kings who just gave Him their very best.
"Shall I play for you? On my drum..." So he looks around to see what he has that he can offer the King. And all he sees his old drum, worn and dirty just like himself. But it's all he has to offer.
"Then He nodded, the ox and lamb kept time. I played my drum for Him, I played my best for Him..."
He was willing to offer the best of what he had, although it wasn't much. And with a heart full of excitement, he played for the King.
"Then He smiled at me. Me and my drum." And the King of King's, who was worthy of so much more than just a dirty little boy's drum solo, was pleased. Because instead of giving just what he could spare, he gave all he had.
This is the attitude we should have toward Christ. He has come into our world, brightening it and making it better all around. He has saved us from an eternity away from everything we were made for. Payed the price that was ours to pay. And what's more, He stays with us throughout our entire earthly lives teaching us and guiding us all the way. Offering us the love that we so desperately crave.
And what do we have to give Him in return? All we have. Nothing but the life of an old, dirty sinner. Yet we offer it anyway, and with joy and excitement in our hearts we serve Him. Giving Him our best.
Living in such a way, that when Christ looks down at us, all He can do is smile.
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