Tuesday, February 12, 2013

I Grew Up Here

           I grew up here, down a gravel road, where fields surround our house and open skies are not hidden by trees. In a square white house with scraggly grass and wood piled up for the winter. Worn wood floors and creaky stairs from years of use are solid under my feet. Each time I step through the door, my heart sighs, because I know I am home.
There is a shell of a barn on its last limbs of life, beside a well climbed windmill where you can see miles around from the top. There’s a lone barbed wire fence holding some cows and usually a calf. A plethora of vehicles are parked out front, some working and some ready for the bone yard. The dining room is filled by a large wooden table, the nicks and scratches are scars from years of use. Many times this table has been surrounded by people filling their stomachs and being blessed by the company they share it with. We have a little golden arm chair that was my great grandmother’s, it is the perfect size for me. This house has a history, and you can almost hear the voices of the past coming through its walls.
This is where I grew up, in a house of rough and tumble boys, and later one tiny little girl to be my only sister. This is where I learned to forgive and to love, where I learned the teachings of Christianity. Upstairs before bed every night we would gather in one room and say our prayers. I learned to not only be a sister, but to be a friend to my siblings. I was taught to leave the doors unlocked and be waiting with an open heart to any that might stop by. Our house is a comforting place, one where any can come and rest their feet even for just a moment.
I grew up here. In a place that God has blessed, down this gravel road is where I will always return when I need a place to call home.

"For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens." 2 Corinthians 5:1  

Monday, February 11, 2013

Little Things

We had went to Karina's for tea on Saturday and I was one of the servers, so I snapped a few pictures. Here are a couple just random ones, her house has all sorts of cute little things in it!
 This cake server is just adorable!
 Tiny little cups :)
Dried Red Peppers!

Have a wonderful week!

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Who Am I?

I haven't blogged in so long, I don't know if anyone even looks anymore, but maybe I will get back into it. For my senior English class we are doing a senior memoir project where we write a series of memories and thoughts in the form of chapters. I will probably be sharing those, this is one of them. 

 Who am I?
I am a dreamer.
A sister, daughter and friend.
I am a lover of those around me,
A giver of hope to those who need kind words,
A listener to the hurting,
and a giver of advice to those who need direction in life.
I am a caretaker and a worker.
I laugh.
Music is in my soul.
I am addicted to Mountain Dew
I enjoy the sweetness and caffeine rush of iced coffee.
I wear cowboy boots, a country girl.
Simple is what I am.
A believer in Christ who died for me.
I believe beauty is more than skin deep, I look for the good in people.
Sometimes I am quick to complain, so I remind myself to look up daily.
I’m a thinker and often over analyze things.
I am the middle child.
I grew up rough and tumble with the boys, I’m not scared of a fight.
I worry.
Many days I am simply a mess.
I have traveling in my blood.
South Dakota is my home, and my heart always wants to come home,
Open fields and endless skies call my name.
I am a lover of words and a reader of books.
My only goal in life is to be content with where I am.
I’m the girl who falls easily and cares deeply.
I find beauty in the little things of life.
I am an imperfect being in an imperfect world.
Every day I learn more about myself:
I am a work in progress.