A Chapter In the Life of a Morbid Murderess.... The Flat Prince

Once upon a time... Okay, so it was earlier this week, but you are killing my grove!
   As I was saying, Once upon a time, on a cold and rainy night, a princess was riding home in her scarlet carriage..... Okay, okay, so I was driving home in my car.  But it's a reddish color and a girl can dream, right?  Anyway - quit interrupting my story, Alyssa!  It's my story and I can tell it how I want to.
   As I was saying, a princess - we will call her Jasmine - was going home on a dark and stormy night.  Suddenly, from the edge of the road, she saw him.... coming towards her.  She tried to stop her carriage, but to no avail!  Before Jasmine knew what had happened, she had run over the frog.  "Oh no!" she thought.  "What if that was my Prince Charming?  Does this mean that I'm never going to get married?"  In great distress, she rapidly called her best friend, Rose, and sobbed out the whole tragic tale.  Rose was stunned.  Jasmine and Rose had spent many hours planning their weddings and looking at dresses; discussing character qualities they were interested in and how tall the gentleman had to be.  Was Jasmine's future now ruined?  What to do now?  Neither of them knew, but decided that they would have to get together later on that week to discuss options.
   Poor Jasmine.... Life continued, but she was heartbroken... Was her future really ruined?  She knew you couldn't always trust to magic spells, but it happened before, so why not?  She kept telling herself that not all men got turned into frogs by envious dwarfs.  The weather continued to be dark and tempestuous, just like her soul.  The sun came out occasionally, but always it was quickly swallowed up by the grey and stormy clouds of uncertainty.
  One night, as she was again driving home, she turned on the radio.  Turning it up, she sang along to "My Wish."  As she came around a bend, she saw him standing there, waiting for her.  Her heart jumped into her throat.  "This," she thought, "This is my chance for redemption."  Smiling shyly, she started towards him.  But, before she could get to him, something got in her eye.  Blinking, she tried to get it out of her eye before she got to him.  He couldn't see her like this!  Not when they first met.  Although, when she looked at him, she felt like she had known him all her life.  But, oh no, he moved!  And suddenly, before Marie quite knew what had happened, she heard a thump, thump.  Pulling her car over, (yes, I know, I changed it from carriage to car - be quiet, Alyssa!  If you don't like my story, tell it yourself.  On your own blog!)
Anyway, as I was saying, Jamine pulled her car over.  Getting out of her car, she looked down at the road, and saw him.  The frog was flatter than a pancake.  Pulling out her phone, she rapidly called her friend Rose.  "I did it again!" she sobbed.
"What?  You did what again?" Rose asked, clearly confused.
"I ran over a frog.  He's so flat, you'd need a spatula to scrape him off of the road!"
"You mean, you killed another potential husband??"
"Yes!  I'm a Murderess!  I turn frogs into flat princes!  They should revoke my license and lock me up somewhere!"
"Okay, calm down.  Did the frog say anything to you?"
"He tried... He said, "Tell Rose I've" and then he croaked."
"You killed my prince?" Rose asked in disbelief and started sobbing.  Jasmine climbed back into her car.  Shutting her door, she laid her head on the steering wheel and sobbed.  "I'm so sorry, Rose," she said after a few minutes.
"I know you tried.  But I don't know what to say." Rose said.  "I'll call you tomorrow," she said.  "I need to think this over."
"Okay, but please, don't hate me forever," Jasmine sobbed.  "I don't think I could handle it."
"Oh, dear, I love you." Rose choked out.  "Good bye."
"Good bye," Jasmine said.  Hanging up the phone, she held her head in her hands and just cried.  Suddenly, the stillness was broken by the piercing wail of a siren.  Looking around, Jasmine saw a police car pull up behind her.  Wiping at her eyes, she looked around for a Kleenex.  Quickly blowing her nose, she tried to make herself look decent.  At a gentle knock on her window, she rolled it down.  "Yes, sir, is something wrong?" she asked.
  A young, tall gentleman leaned down and looked at her.  Shining his flashlight into the car he said,  "I was going to ask you the same question, ma'am.  It isn't safe to stay on the edge of the road here.  Too many people take these corners too fast."
  Marie sniffed and wiped at her eyes.  "I'm sorry.  I'll move on."
  "Is there something I can do to help you?" he asked, his dark eyes soft with compassion.
  "I'm afraid not," Jasmine said helplessly.  "I ran over a frog and now my prince is flat." she said, gesturing towards the road.  Turning and pointing his flashlight back down the road, he saw the flattened frog.  "But I'll be okay," Jasmine added, turning her car on.  "That is, unless, you need something else, officer?"
  "I do need your driver's license," he said.  Taking it from her, he took out a notebook and made a few notes.  Handing it back to her, he said, "You can go ma'am.  If we need anything more for the report, someone will be in touch."
  Nodding, she watched him walk back to the car.  Looking over her shoulder for any traffic, she pulled back into the road and headed home.  When she was almost home, her phone rang.
  "Hello, Rose," she said, answering it.  "You okay?"
  "I'll be okay.  You?"
  "Well, a cop showed up.  So who knows, you may have to visit me in some dark dungeon, where I'll be rotting in a dark, damp cell."
  "Oh, you poor thing," Rose said.  "Do you really think you will be arrested?"
  "I don't know," Jasmine said.  "All I know is that I'm feeling morbid, a murderess, and I've flattened two princes this week.

   What's that - does this story ever end?  Well, I don't know.... it only happened this week.  I could end up in a dungeon.  But who knows, I could end up in a small apartment with five cats - a confirmed old maid but the favorite with the children.  :0)   After all, this is only a chapter.  Guess you will have to wait and see what happens to The Morbid Murderess.  Now, if ONLY the police officer really had come to the car....

The following is a poem that I wrote almost 4 years ago that I thought I would share with y'all today.

Someday

Someday we will walk together, you and I.

Someday I'll serve you with joy by your side.

Someday you will lead me along the way.

One day my Someday will become our today.

But, until our Someday, I want you to know

I love you right now though your face is unknown.

May God carry my love, Dear, across the countryside,

Blow it into your heart like the whisper of a butterfly.

I look at the moon and think of you,

And pray for the love that will someday come true.

I will cherish you always, my darling, my prince.

While God writes our story, a precious romance.

Someday we will be together, as God planned.

And Someday I'll follow you to the end.

I pray for our Someday Today

And one day my Someday

Will become our Today.

Are You Who You Want To Be?

Ever been toodling along in life and then something happens and it makes you step back and look at your life in a whole new way? That happened to me last week.....
I was riding in the car with my mom last week, and she turned to me and asked me if I remembered this guy that I knew back when I was a kid. I knew who he was and said yes, I remembered him. We hadn't kept in touch, but I remembered him. Then she told me something that was totally unexpected... He had died the Sunday before. I was so shocked... I never would have expected something like that. They think he died from lung cancer. He and his family didn't even know that he even had cancer...
It made me remember last year, when another friend of mine passed away. He had been out snowboarding and ended up falling and hitting the back of his head with his snowboard. He was younger than I am, and it was so sudden. He was so amazing. He lived life to the fullest and enjoyed every moment of it...
I had been thinking about all of that this week, and then I was in church last Sunday, and it was so awesome, because everything I'd been thinking about was what the sermon was about!  How, often times, it takes a great tragedy for us to stop and evaluate our lives.  9/11 for example, or the death of a loved one.  Pastor Bill then went on to ask, "Who is painting on your canvas of life?" Or, to rephrase the question, Who are you letting influence your life?  Are you who you want to be?  He used Ecclesiastes 7:2, which says "It is better to go to the house of mourning than to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to his heart."  When I was younger, I never really understood that verse, but now it is starting to make sense.  Our days are limited, and what are we doing to make them matter?
So I'm asking myself, am I who I want to be?  More importantly, am I who GOD wants me to be?  And if not, then what am I going to do about it?  There are so many things that I have talked about doing and never done!  So, I've decided that I'm going on an adventure of a sorts... I may not actually "go" anywhere, but I have decided to try and love deeper and more freely... I'm going to learn how to do ribbon embroidery and bobbin lace... I want to go sky diving and horseback riding.  Spend more time with family and friends.  The list could go on and on.  Instead of boring you all by rambling on, I've decided that I'm going to start a series of posts titled "Celebrating Living Life as a Single Person."  I hope you will join me as I explore living the life that God has for me, and not allowing myself to be held back by my fears and failures.  I will fail, I know, but it isn't the failure that matters, it's what one does with it.
Make it a great day!

In His Love,
Christy

Bridging the Great Divide....

I was in church last Sunday, and they were having an intercessory prayer session instead of a regular sermon. I was sitting there, just praying - I really don't remember about what, in all honesty... But there are a few issues in my life that I haven't really been dealing with. Sometimes it is easier to pretend that they aren't really there and hope they go away. But they never do... And like always, God knew what I need to focus on... My heart needs healing & I need to trust Him again. Hence, the following...
"What do I do when the pain is so deep I'm not sure I can trust again?" I prayed. "The pain is like a volcanic chasm, a Great Divide that separates me from You... I know that Jesus can and will heal all wounds. The cross is the bridge that crosses the Great Divide, but I'm afraid. I try and cross, but every time I seem to be getting across and doing better, something happens and I feel like I'm back at the beginning again. If Your love is real, then why is it this way? I want to cross this chasm, but I'm afraid.... I'm afraid of the fire and of falling. Will You really catch me? How can I trust You again?"
And then He answered me in a story, a word picture, if you will...
There was a great chasm, with a river of lava flowing through it. There was a girl on one side and she kept trying to get to the other side. There was a wooden cross that was the bridge, narrow, rough, and wobbly. Slowly, she put one foot in front of the other. Every now and then the bridge would wobble. Once or twice she was crawling, but always moving forward... Finally, after what seemed like forever, she made it across. She stood for a moment, then started walking away from the chasm. Before she got too far away, she looked over her shoulder back at the chasm and saw what she couldn't see when she was crossing - an army of angels surrounding the cross. Huge, mighty warriors, as far as the eye could see, standing guard over the precious daughter of God, sent by her loving All Mighty, Protective Father.
And that's when I knew.... I might not "feel" like I have faith in God. I might still be trying to cross the chasm. But this I know, I must keep moving forward. Even if only a crawl.... For I believe His angels are keeping guard always. And nothing happens that He doesn't know about... Nothing.
So Lord, help me to keep moving forward. Towards You and not away from You. Towards healing and away from anger. Towards trust and faith and away from discontentment and pride. Towards love and away from selfishness. Towards you and away from my own will. Towards peace and healing... The journey will not be easy, I know that, but I can't not go forward. I love You, Lord...

Pouring Out:: Pouring Into Others as He Pours Into Us

Pouring into Others.... What exactly does that mean?
I don't suppose we could all go around dumping water on each other's heads, even though that idea could be really fun in the summertime. Well, that is our topic for today's discussion.
Hello and welcome to Beloved Follower's first post in a series. This month I will be doing a challenge issued by Critty Joy. What is the challenge, you may ask? Well, stay tuned and find out!

In other news: My ASL class is going well. I am slightly overwhelmed by the amount of words that have been thrown at me, but I think I will survive. :o) It is going to be a fascinating and wild ride, so stay tuned for more news from the life of Christy!

And we're back! Now, September's challenge is Pouring into Others - but doing it intentionally. The idea behind "Pouring Out" is to pour into others as He as poured into you. In other words, pass it on. This month's challenge is to pick one person - it could be anyone: a sibling, a parent, a neighbor, a friend, a relative - whoever God lays on your heart. Someone who is going through a hard time, or just someone that you want to bless. The point is to spend the next 28 days intentionally pouring into them in a unique and special way that encourages them. At the end of the month, Critty will host a link link up where you post on your blog your reflections, opinions, and thoughts about Pouring Out and into the other person. If you want more information, you can go to her blog here
I am looking forward to this month, and I hope you will join me! I am so excited to see how God is going to use this to bless other people!

In His Love,
Christy