Okay not “Ok.”
Ballgowns and dancers.
Blue and silver sequins.
The clock strikes twelve.
It’s a dream with a time limit.
I’m tired and I’m scared.
All good things can be tainted.
I think I’ll keep my distance.
I don’t dance.
I’m not five
Playing dress up
In my mothers shoes.
Cinderella was a fairytale:
A dream I could never afford.
And they lived
Happily Ever After.
A childhood that I somehow missed,
Because I couldn’t decide what to dress my barbie in.
I’m not five,
But I want to be,
If only I can dance with the prince.
Finding lost imagination is never easy.
(Neither is learning to dance.)
1. “It was a time
where when people talked about one another.”
‘Time’ is not a place. It cannot be a ‘where’ it must be a ‘when.’
2. “It’s a situation
where in which no solution seems possible.”
For this second example, ‘where’ is a little more acceptable, but for it to be absolutely correct ‘in which’ is the way to go.
“Piece of dialogue.” He said.
** Okay, honestly, if you do this in your writing, don’t. Just stop. For your sake as a writer and for all of your readers, avoid it.
The correct way to write that sentence is: “Piece of dialogue,” he said.
Replace your period inside the quotations with a comma and make the capital ‘H’ a lowercase ‘h.’
She is the type of girl who puts feathers and flowers in between the leaves of her Bible. Her own skin is ink pressed and crinkled with age. A cigarette hangs between her calloused fingers. Girl or woman, I can’t tell the difference. Her body shows signs of age, but the way she talks is as if she’s back in middle school experiencing her first love.
She is the type of girl who knows she is dirt, but “start dust” is what she calls herself. She will smile and show her crooked, nicotine, yellow stained teeth. Although, nothing about her shines gold. Actually, she is rather bronze. Maybe back in the day she wore a gold medal, but I can’t tell. To me she is more like a sticky penny from 1988.
She is the type of girl who sits on a whicker basket behind a blanket full of timeless wares. She clasps a necklace around me, and tells me that the pendant was once home to a genie. For a second I think she is the genie. She tells me stories about all of these things, wounds from her past, that she is avidly trying to get rid of.
She is the type of girl who bled gold once, but it tarnished overtime as she slowly forgot her worth, and here she is trying to earn it back; and here I am, dragging knives across my skin, paying in blood, creating wounds, that I too will sell in the future.
At least I get a genie pendant out of it.
Penuel is the name of the floor I live on in my dorm. It is also the name of the mountain where Jacob wrestled with God. The name Penuel means “Face of God.” Jacob named the mountain that because it is where he saw the face of God and was spared.
Why do I mention this? Because I keep fighting God at every turn. You remember that last post? Yeah… I’m still telling God no. I’m much more reluctant about it, but no is still no, and God is still expecting a yes.
Just recently I am beginnnig to fully understand how much of a superiority complex I have. Before you roll your eyes or sarcastically gasp, let me clarify, I have always know I’ve had a superiority complex. I know I’m pridefull, and I know I think I’m better than everyone. That doesn’t go unnoticed by me. I just didn’t realize how deep that complex went until I looked around one of my classes and thought that everyone there was stupid and I was better than them.
God has been telling me to seek Him. All I have been doing, and quite frankly, want to do, is seek out my own gain.
Recently my chaplain said:
We have to surrender the surrender.
That hurts. I feel like the one thing I still have control of is what I give and what I don’t give to God. All the while God is holding out his plate asking for more of the pie I cooked. I’m running low and I’m not happy. I want to keep hold of something, or at least I want something in return. So often I feel like I seek God and I seek God and I seek God and I seek God and I seek God and I… the process of seeking goes on forever.
“God, I’ve been in the prayer tower every day! I’ve been seeking you! I’ve been quoting scripture and living in your throne room! Where is my reward for my faithfulness? Why haven’t I seen your faithfulness?” And all I hear in return is, “Seek me, it’s coming.”
What the heck does that mean! I’ve been seeking God. I’ve been on my knees. I’ve been raising my hands and dancing as an act of worship. What more can I do.
Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. Be not wise in thine own eyes; fear the Lord, and depart from evil. It shall be health to thy navel, and marrow to thy bones.
~ Proverbs 3:5-8
But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you.
~ Matthew 6:33
Delight theyself also in the Lord and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart. Commit thy way unto the Lord; trust also in him and he shall bring it to pass.
~ Psalm 37:4-5
They kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth as it is in heaven.
~ Matthew 6:10
I listened to a message by Steven Furtick tonight and he said, “Trust and time are inseparable because trust takes time.”
Seek God. Trust God. Do it again. Seek God. Trust God. Repeat. It’s a lifestyle that doesn’t end. Trust in the Lord and He will direct your paths. Seek His kingdom and all things will be added unto you. Delight yourself in Him and He will give you the desires of you heart. Seek His will not your own.
Do you know how hard that is? That means catching yourself in every decision and trusting that God is leading you and guiding you. That is knowing that you can’t but God can. You can do all things through God who gives you strength, and all things are possible with God.
So often I ask myself, “Elizabeth, are you in God and are you with God?”
All I have to do to answer that question is look at the outcome of my situations.
I am such a prideful human being. But I have to understand that I can’t live off of the confidence I have in myself. My confidence needs to reside in the goodness of the Lord.
I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.
~ Psalm 27:13NIV
Where is your confidence?
I know, I’m probably speaking to the choir, but this is everything I’ve needed to hear, and I’m still hearing. Now it’s just a matter of listening, getting it through my thick skull, and acting on it. As hard as everything is, and as tired as I am getting, both mentally, emotionally, and spiritually, all I know to do right now is to keep seeking God and trusting Him. There is nothing better I can do. I have seen His faithfulness before, and I will see it again. I know my God. He is my Daddy.
Ask and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock and it shall be opened you: For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened. Or what man is there of you whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone? Of if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent? If ye then being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?
~ Matthew 7:7-11
When you don’t know what to do, do what you know. I heard an old youth pastor of mine say that before. Right now, I know how to wake up, go to class, eat food, and enter into the prayer tower. It is a monotonous routine, but I know my God is not boring, and I will see Him in the land of the living. There are no shortcuts. He is not going to take me around the Red sea through the land of the Philistines. Rather, He will split the sea, so I can walk right throught it. My God is faithful, and I will see Him on Penuel in the land of the living.
Therefore, I will remain confident, not in myself, not in my ability, but in fact that when I am weak He is strong.
Use “who” not “that” when referring to people.
Ex: He’s the type of student who studies even when he’s in the shower.