Would you pay the price?

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I didn’t know I won’t be posting last week, and I missed it. Putting down my words, sometimes they sound crazy, other times, it’s a relief and some other times, maybe the silence is a best friend.

Tonight, I won’t talk about friendships – I don’t feel I can say anything worth reading about a great thing like friendship is. Now, I’m going to share with you some thoughts of mine – and I mean to be short.

I’ve dreamed for a really good and comfortable pair of high-heels  for a while now, but I’m not willing to pay the price – so I just cripple in the cheap ones I have that kill me time every time I wear them. And every time, I promise myself I’ll go and spend $100-$150 for a pair of decent shoes. I hear about this nice store that has good quality shoes, and nice sales, I go there, find a great pair and guess what? Not happening. I get to the store and when time is to pay, I just put them back on the shelf.

We do the same thing with our eternity: we want to go to heaven; we believe there is a God; we heard He gave His only Son to die for our sins (John 3:16), sometimes we even “pray the prayer” – but still – when it comes for us to give  ourselves up, we just can’t make ourselves pay the price. And then, we wonder why we are crippled and blame God why couldn’t He make it much more easier. Not even thinking that we have the power to chose.

Take a moment and mediate – what would you chose: the easy way and awful life and awful eternity, or to give up yourself and have eternal life.

Please keep in mind that, giving yourself up cannot be compared to the price God had to pay to redeem you from your filthy sins and horrible life without hope.

love makes it happen

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A while ago, I started a blog series about friendship - I usually post it on Mondays, but because this week Valentine's on Tuesday and I had the best topic to talk about, I postponed it to today. 

               If you read my blog for a while, you know that I've been married for almost 2 years, and we known each other since I was 17(not that long ago, some would say!). Even though we started "dating" merely a month after we've met, this year is the first year when we're together for Valentine's Day. Well, we had a long distance relationship and then, after 6 months we got married I had to come to USA in order not to lose my permanent residence here. So that explains everything - hopefully. :)

              I know how it is to be single on this day, I lived it in high school when every single girl in my class received a teddy bear and a flower (the lucky ones would chocolate, too). Everyone but me. I know how it is to have a dear one, but to be far away - the sadness and depression can be huge, if you're not focused on God.

               Now, I want to talk about my darling husband - he's my best friend. He takes care that when I fall asleep to be properly covered (he knows I'm sensitive and get sick easily), he is patient with me when shopping, he cooks for me, he gives me massages. And the cutest thing?... when I receive a message at work from him just saying "I love you". He encourages me. He listens to me. And he's funny. He makes sure every morning to let me know in one way or another, that he'll miss me that day. He knows how to tell me without words that I'm important, and crucial for his life. 

             I didn't prepare anything for this Valentine's Day (I was too tired and exhausted), but having my loving husband next to me is the only thing I needed.

Love doesn't make the world go round, 

but it makes the ride worthwhile.

(F. P. Jones)

I linked up here:

follower |ˈfälō-ər|

                    This is a time when everybody does a lot of following. We like to call it "inspiring", because we like to think of ourselves as unique persons. So, we watch the latest fashion show, we scan the best blogs, listen to the radios, look at movies and we add a little something from here and a little something from there to our personality, or our wardrobe. We got to the point where there is a color palette released for each year, and the color of the year will influence our daily decisions.

And then, if you are lucky enough to influence an amount of people, you become a trendsetter.

You will be quoted, your ideas will be considered brilliant, your way of walking, talking, laughing, dreaming will no longer be just yours - since tons, if not millions of people will try unconsciously to be like you.

                  So, in a time like this, why is it a shame to follow Christ? 

           

why is great having friends

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- no matter the time, day, night, working, etc you know you have somebody to rely on.

- cracking jokes together with a friend is much more better than by urself:)

- because no matter how down or tired she is, she just makes everything possible to cheer u up if you're down 

- and you know you do that, too -having a blast when watching crappy movies makes sense only when you're together.

- that's the thing with a good friend: as time goes by, she becomes closer and your friendship better and better...just like the wine:))) 

- a friend's advice is always to be trusted..just like your mom's

writing tools

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           First, I want to apologize for the lack of posts. I've been really sick since last week, and in weekend I was so busy, I didn't have time to even feel I'm sick. (that was a joke, let's say) I still feel weak and kind of funny, but with lots of vitamin C and orange juice and night quill I hope I'll be right on tracks by next week. There are some  exciting news to be made, but today I want to talk about something else.
           I will write about why I write. Those of you who read my blog (I know your are few - let's face it: who has enough time to read this much nowadays?) already know writing is my thing. It always was... it will always be. I enjoy writing. It reminds me of those good old times when I used to have pen pals. I was getting mail every single week. And it was great. Then, I started keeping journals. I've always been the shyest person in our friends' group, so having my own little piece of paper with my deep thoughts and feelings was crucial for me at that age.
           Then, I discovered I liked it. It was ... so me! and still is. Words become paints and pens suddenly turns into brushes and blank pages into blank canvas. And then, there is my masterpiece - always caring a piece of me with it.
         Recently, my sweet hubby has started to pursue me to write a book (at least one). I told him I couldn't do it, being aware of the fact that such a task requires some good deal of preparation; so he just found me the writing help I needed. Because he never takes no for an answer.

so, we'll live and see... shall I become a writer? Maybe. or maybe not.

All I know for now is, that, my reason why I write will not change. I'll keep writing - for me, for you. It helps me, firstly, and then, all I hope is that, somebody will find hope, faith, or at least, just a tiny bit of happiness in my little puzzled world.