A hero is someone you look up to, admire and want to emulate. They come in all shapes and forms from everyday people to celebrities to superheroes. We all are attracted to heroes for different reasons. Maybe your hero came from a rough background and managed to escape from it, or maybe you hero faces moral dilemmas, or maybe you hero lives the life we want to live, or maybe your heroes are everyday people-like your parents. Some people make themselves the hero of their own lives, believing they can accomplish everything and anything they put their mind to.
There are risks with having a hero. They can fail you. They can let you down when you need them the most proving they are not as wonderful as we once thought. Having a hero is a dangerous thing because of the hurt it can cause us when we least expect it. We have learned to be careful who we put our hope and trust into because anyone could let us down.
There is one person who has yet to let me down in my life. He is always there to comfort me and protect me. I don’t always understand what my hero does or why He does it, but I do know that He has my best interests at heart. The beautiful thing is that I know He will never fail me, though I may fail and distrust Him many times over. He still loves me no matter what I do or where I am. He’s my superhero, and when I grow up I want to be just like Him.
Another Five Minute Friday post! We write whatever comes to mind and is on our hearts for 5-10 minutes with no editing. Check out Lisa-Jo’s page for other thoughts on the word ‘Hero.’
How many times a week do we take the time to visit with our friends? Far to often I find myself shut up in my room working on homework by myself instead of connecting with my friends. It takes more of an effort for me to go find my friends since I don’t go to the school’s cafeteria as often. I am learning how to be intentional and to go out of my way just to say ‘hi’ to someone I haven’t seen in a week.
But while I know I am cooped up in my room, I don’t feel alone or cut off from my friends. I just go online and see what they’re doing on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. I still feel like I’m a part of their adventures by watching their live on a computer screen, but it’s not enough. Friendship requires visiting with people. It requires me to purposefully take time out of my day and look for my friends. Otherwise I’ll miss out on adventures and movies and late night talks. I don’t want to miss out on those things. Visiting with other people is important, even if I often overlooked it.
Five Minute Friday is when a group of us are given a prompt and write for about 5 minutes. We do not edit ourselves, but simply write the first thing that comes to mind. Go to Lisa-Jo’s blog to see what other people are writing about the word, ‘visit.’
Home is where the heart is.
The longer I have been away, the more truth I see in that statement. It’s one I’ve heard all my life, but never really understood. Home has always been where my family is, here in Northern Virginia. I have been blessed with parents who love me and sacrificed a lot for me. My brother drives me up a wall, but we’re family and I wouldn’t change it (except, perhaps, for fewer Facebook hacks. 😉 ) My extended family care about me and we always have fun we we’re together. At school people would ask me what I was looking forward to the most this Holiday break. I told them, “I’m looking forward to spending time with my family.” The longer I am away from them, the more important and valuable they are to me.
But my heart isn’t just in Northern Virginia; it’s also in Wilmore, Kentucky. This was a rough semester, to put it gently, but through it all I had friends surround me and encourage me. They made me laugh when I took myself to seriously, and looked after me when I was sick. I can’t fathom why I am so blessed to have such godly, funny, crazy, creative friends–but I do have them. I miss going to Miller and seeing them all hanging out in the Computer Lab or editing a project in an edit suite. I miss going to CPO and then doing a Student Center Walk-Through to say hi to my friends at the campus coffee shop. I miss coming back to my apartment and laughing with my roommates until my sides hurt. I will see them again in about a month, but I still miss them.
I have two homes, which means my heart is in two places. How can that be? I don’t know.
You though I’d have some deep, thoughtful answer to that, didn’t you? Haha! Well, I don’t! I just know that Asburians have claimed my heart and made Wilmore a new home for me. I didn’t think it was going to happen, but it did. I wouldn’t want it any other way. 🙂
Had my own Five Minute Friday today since I miss writing and wanted to ease back into it. Enjoy!
Ordinary….ordinary…simples things we take them for granted every day. An ordinary day at work, an ordinary homework assignment, an ordinary dinner, and an ordinary night are all things we do every day without thinking about. We do them so often that we forget how to find the extraordinary in the ordinary. We forget how blessed we are to have a job, that we are given a chance to learn about the world through our homework assignment. We forget how blessed we are that food is on the table, and how beautiful the stars are at night.
I told my friend the other night how lucky I feel that I can stand in the middle of campus and look straight up and clearly see the stars. The only other place I could do that was in Africa where I could see the Milky Way. But here I am in Central Kentucky and though I can’t see the Milky Way, I can still lie in the grass and pick out constellations without lights from buildings drowning them out.
Children are the best at finding the extraordinary in the ordinary. They see the world for what it was meant to be: Beautiful, Wondrous, Adventurous, and Good. Grown-ups see the world for what they have come to know it as: Hard, Cruel, Unforgiving, and Sad. The more I grow older, the more I realize I am joining the “every day grind.” I have to fight to keep my innocence and to see the beauty in the ordinary. Once I loose sight of the extraordinary, everything becomes ordinary…. and life looses its wonder.
So my Five Minute Friday became a Fifteen Minute Sunday, but better late than never, right? Linking up with Lisa-Jo and the other wonderful Five Minute Friday ladies to ponder the word ‘Ordinary.’ Join us next week! It’s a lot of fun!!
Wow, such a simple word but I don’t know where to start writing (haha! get it! I’m so punny….)
What to write about is one of the tough questions a writer must face. Such anyone can get an idea for a novel, a short story, a movie, or a blog post, but it’s turning those ideas into something written that’s tricky. That’s part of the fun, but it can also be aggravating. I fondly think of it as “banging-your-head-against-a-wall-until-the-words-you-are-trying-to-use-to-describe-some-feeling-finally-click” or “tearing your hair out trying to make two important ideas connect.”
I have several “dream jobs.” One of them is to be a writer. I don’t know what kind yet, book author or screenwriter, or what genre, though I really like Adolescent Lit and Children’s movies. I was just talking to my roommate the other day how I would love to be a writer, but honestly it will take me at least until I’m 30 or 40 before it can be a full time career. And honestly, I would like to do other things to support myself too, like camera operate for film or TV!
But writing…writing comes naturally to me. It’s a way I can recharge and be myself with characters that I created and have their own little quirks. Writing’s fun, and I hope I never get too old or too busy to take time to write.
As you can tell, today’s word was write. A slight challenge since there’s so much to be said of such a small word, but fun nevertheless. Check out Lisa-Jo’s post about the word write too!
Not going to lie, when I first saw the word for today I hoped I was looking at the wrong post. Being honest and truthful with myself is very difficult for me to do, mostly because I don’t always know what that looks like. If you were to ask me what my “true self” was, I wouldn’t know how the answer. I hope I would answer “Daughter of Christ,” but who knows if that would be the first thing that comes to my mind.
When I tried to answer that question, I tried not to think about it.
I am not an open person. It can take me over a year to warm up to someone and trust them completely. Even then, it doesn’t always happen that way.
Maybe it’s because I’m scared of getting hurt. Of getting abandoned. Of being rejected. But mostly getting abandoned.
It’s happened before, I just can’t remember by whom. I just know the scars are there. People will move in and out of my life, as I get older I’m learning this more and more. but there is a difference between moving in and out and abandoning a person. The latter kind hurts more than anyone knows. But the thing is, I’m scared I do it to others. I don’t want to, I don’t mean to. But sometimes I think I get distracted by my own busy life and forget to care about the people around me.
And for that, I’m sorry.
This is me writing for five-six minutes without editing and with honesty. It’s not easy; but I won’t stop being honest with myself and others.
Linking-up with Lisa-Jo and other fmf ladies is something I’m starting to look forward to every week. Enjoy.
Mercy. A lot of things come to mind when I think of the word Mercy, but mostly I have an image of Jesus extending his hand out towards me with a smile on his face. And no matter how hard I’ve tried, how many times I have failed, how many times I wasn’t my best or perfect in that week, I feel better. Sometimes though I feel a little guilty, like I didn’t try hard enough and don’t deserve it.
BUT I DO!!!!
Despite everything I go through and mess up on, I can take a deep breath and surrender it all to him. I don’t have to try any more, He loves me just as I am. Faults and all.
Mercy is a big word. A REALLY big word. But it’s also a beautiful one. One that strikes awe into my heart, and I love that. and fear that. It exposes me for who I truly am, and I don’t like being exposed. But Mercy is a big enough word to cover everything and all my mistakes. And I like that. I like that a lot.
Starting this thing where I join a bunch of other lovely women and write about one word, for 5 Minutes, unedited. Linking up with Lisa-Jo for 5 Minute Friday!