Right Rebel

Heyo :)

A couple of weeks ago I found this notebook (the picture below) at Target and I love it soo much. I didn't end up buying, because, I sort of hoard notebooks and I didn't want to spend the money. Taking a picture of it helped and today it kinda inspired me.  Simply looking at it pretty much says it all:

Ok it misses one thing (at least) it misses the complexity of rebellion. The noun "rebel" has a bad connotation, but the word isn't bad. We all love the American revolution rebels (circa 1776). However today, it usually means a teenager with an attitude not a visionary wih challenging counter-cultural questions.

A question I like to ask myself   is why am I a rebel?  My answer? I am a rebel against current culture and against the darkness of this world. Do I forget this? Yes, far to often. I wear my baseball cap backward just for my enjoyment. Not a worthy purpose I assure you. My aspiration is be a better Rebel. The right kind of Rebel. The kind like George Washington, Robert E. Lee and others.

So by all means be a Rebel. Just keep your chin up and remember your mission, your enemy and your King.

Have a excellent weekend.

<3 Lissa

Listening too: "The Broken Beautiful" by Ellie Holcomb 

I Can't Do This

Hey,

Breathe. One deep breath sucking air inside and let the air whoosh back. Repeat. Repeat. Be thankfully that most of the time you don't have to think about breathing.

Why this Public Service announcement about respiration? Because I am trying to calm down. I am trying to remember how it feels to be calm.

Tonight I made a mistake. Not life-altering awful, but still there all the same. And it came after weeks, months really of pushing myself. Faster, harder, stronger. Internally my goals were high.

I failed. Screwed up. Publiclly

Now I remember. I can not do this. I can not do anything. 

Philippians 4:13 

"I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength." 

So take a breath. 

<3 Lissa

p.s. And people take some tissues, cause we just might need that.

Addicted

Heyo,

Long time no blog. Sorry! Hope you all have been doing awesome as always.

So recently I painted my bedroom, but to do that I had to move a bunch of stuff around. And while painting was the point of the job, I discovered something about myself while moving things.

Something has been taking up all my free time, since I was about nine.This started with my mom, who got me hooked, by doing it with me and then I taught it to my younger sister. Now it creeps into family time. Even when I do manage to escape from it internally, I am still constantly obsessing.

Hi, my name is Melissa and I am addicted to books.

You see most of the stuff I had to move was books, loads and loads of them off my bookshelf so that I could reach the wall behind it. It made be realize just how many books I've read/bought/want-to-read. (Let me just say it is ALOT.

Keep reading. Here's to all the addicts, like me. (jk)

<3 Lissa