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midnight terror

i’ve seen many thunderstorms from a distance, but before last night i hadn’t realized that i have never been IN THE MIDDLE of one. it was 3:00 a.m and i was awoken by a BLINDING flash of light in my window, FEROCIOUS rain, and thunder that felt like an EARTHQUAKE and sounded like a GUNSHOT and  it didn’t help that i slept with my sliding-glass door open. i was TERRIFIED, my heart was POUNDING, and i really didn’t want to be alone, which shows just how shaken i was b/c i’m an introvert and generally like having experiences to myself;  AND i was on the verge of tears b/c in addition to shaken nerves, i was freaking out about whether my horse was okay, but i knew it wasn’t safe to check on him. (he turned out to be just fine btw)

i ran around the house making sure all the windows were closed, and once i’d calmed down a bit i sat on floor next to our German Shepherds and watched the storm for awhile. the lightning was so close, that with every flash our many-windowed living room would light up. based on the space between the flashes and the crack of thunder, the actual lightning would’ve been striking as much as a 1/4 mile away or less. pretty freaky.

anyways, i ended up not only surviving, but falling back asleep despite the continuous roaring. the next morning, the rain was coming down in torrents, but the storm was mostly gone aside from an occasional faint rumble. i was then able to properly enjoy the inclement whether with breakfast, a cup of vanilla coffee, and a pleasant lack of heart palpitations and terror.

also, i vaguely recall that when the thunder first woke me, before i was fully aware and panicking, i turned over and mumbled pathetically into my pillow, “i just wanna sleep, can’t you let me sleep.”

in conclusion, i’ve decided that i prefer observing extreme weather, rather than being up close and personal with it.

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J12- What Christmas Feels Like

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i think i almost lulled myself to sleep while writing this assignment about Christmas. *sleepy yawn* *sleepy smile*  ;]

The bejeweled tree glistens comfortingly nearby as I curl up on the couch under a fuzzy blanket. I can smell the aroma of pine and the lingering scent of cinnamon from cookies baked earlier that day. A kindly-faced porcelain angel graces the top of the tree, reminding me of a similar dark and starry night more than two millennia ago—a night that changed the history of the world.

All the lights in the house are off, except for the tiny colored ones on the tree; my sisters and mom are in bed; my dad is on his way home. My loyal German Shepherd Dog slumbers beside me, his steady breathing lulling me to sleep. As I nod off, I know that this is what I love about Christmas. Actually this is what I love about life; the small moments where I can take a breath, smile, close my eyes, and thank God for the blessings He’s given me. This is what Christmas feels like.


J9- When I Run

this week the assignments mostly focus on perspective and description. i chose a common event in my life to take a fresh perspective on: playing fetch with my German Shepherd, Titus. i cannot even begin to explain how much this dog loves to run. he doesn’t have an ounce of fat on him, only pure muscle. as large and powerful as he is, he’s still a sweet-heart and will always be my baby. 

I braced my feet, adrenaline pumping through my veins. With anticipation giving me an edge, my body tensed as I restrained a yelp of excitement. My eyes trained on the racetrack and the goal at the other end; I shot my glance back to my Beloved. Her word and her word alone would send me careening down the beaten path at top-speed. Sensing my agitation, my Beloved spoke calming words lest I take off prematurely and spoil the whole effect.

“Titus,” she said softly but firmly, “wait.”

Letting my body relax ever so slightly, I let out an anxious sigh. Why did I tremble with such anticipation? Because speed is one of the things for which I live. To run is to be free, and to run is what I was made for. My mind is wired for the adrenaline, and my body is built for efficiency. I am shockingly thin and bony, yet incredibly muscular and powerful. If I had the distinct intention to do so, I could knock the very life out of a full-grown man. But I say that running is only one of my main driving forces because I treasure something else even more: the approval of my Beloved. Hence the reason that I awaited her command rather than acting on my own druthers. As I gazed into her eyes with feverish excitement, begging her to set me free, she raised her arm and pointed in the direction of my goal. The she uttered the words for which I longed:

“Titus, fetch!”

Oh what an indescribable moment! That moment when mind and body are set loose.   The ground flies beneath my feet as if it does not exist; the wind rushes past my speeding body like a tornado; and I—I feel nothing but the desire to run.

Titus, doing his thing

All this passes in a few seconds. As I reach my goal, I snatch it up in my mouth and give it a squeeze to ensure that the squeak is satisfactory. Returning to her-whom-I-adore, I relinquish the ball to her hand and delight in her words of acclamation. With a strong arm, my Beloved heaves the ball back down the yard, commands me to sit, and the whole thrilling process starts over again.

“Gentlemen, I believe God made me for a purpose; He also made me fast, and when I run I feel his pleasure.” — Eric Liddel