Old things that intrigue me

CARS! ( I want this car so badly.)

Cobblestone streets

Street signs

Castles

Gates with a lot of detail

Calligraphy writing

clock towers, clocks with roman numerals, and watches with roman numerals.

street lampsbuildings

The Story

"Then in many years to come, he remained silent about his brother's secrets."
The withered lady had just finished the story she was telling when in walked her daughter, Lisa. Lisa had heard every story this woman had told...countless times each. The stories never lost their excitement. Her mother always told them as if the stories happened just yesterday. These stories were mostly true, yet her mother had twisted in her own magic of making them sound much more exciting than they probably actually were in truth.
"Hello dear, you just missed the story about the boy who told all his brothers secrets and became tongue-tied one day."
"Oh yes, that was one of my favorites." Lisa said passionately to the kids flooding around her mother's feet. She looked into her mother's deep coal eyes. This woman had a better perspective on life than that of any other woman she had met. Her stories were enriched with great lessons for kids to learn that they can keep with them the rest of their lives. She knew from personal experience. Because of her mother's stories, she never gossiped behind people's backs; She never intentionally stole someone's seat they were sitting in; But most of all, she made sure she put her right hand over her heart whenever she heard the National Anthem playing. Maybe for kids it was more out of superstition than respect to do those things, but with practicing them as a kid, those habits stuck with her when she was older.
Her mother searched her eyes, than barely audible she said, "There's something wrong with your soul. You don't show it on your face...but there's definitely something."
Her mother was always able to tell when there was something wrong with her. She guessed it was all apart of her mother's magic.
Lisa frowned, then made way to her mother, grabbed her hands, and pulled her to her feet.
"I'll be alright." She replied.
"Of course you will...pain is always temporary."
It never took her mother much to make Lisa smile. She had such wisdom. She had been through so much. Being on a death bed a few times does something to someone from what Lisa could tell. She could imagine that one must embrace their lives even greater after experiences when they were sure it was the end...and practically cheat death and live anyway.
The withered womans hands clung onto Lisa's sweater for support, as she took slow and steady steps to the school exit.
"So are you going to tell me what's wrong, or keep me guessing?" She asked.
Lisa breathed in deeply, letting the hurt course through her heart, and letting it pass over the emptiness on the inside, reminding her of that hollowness. She wasn't sure why she felt this way inside. Sometimes this feeling came seemingly to warn her there was something to come.
"I've given up everything, it seems. But He just keeps asking me to give away more and more of myself. Is there ever a time where we've given up everything, mom? Will I ever have that consistent feeling of being God's instrument?"
Lisa could sense her mother smile that smile that brought more ripples on the sides of her face.
"Do any of us ever get to that point?" She asked. Her mother always replied to her questions with another question. Sometimes, she realized, we never ask the right questions. Most of our questions are so futile. And it seems the only way we could ever get our questions answered is for God to show us something in our lives that point to that answer. Through Lisa's personal experiences, God showed her the answers to those questions.
They stepped outside, into the fog. Leaves covered most of the steps leading down from the school.
"Lisa?"
"Oh...sorry. I was just thinking."
"Good good. I must ask you something." Her mother trembled from the cold, then continued, "I wanted to know...have I met all your needs? Have you any need for me in your life? Be honest."
"Of course I need you. I need you...because of your wisdom, and your love and support." Said Lisa
"Then I guess I'm another thing you need to give over to God if you're relying on me so much for those things."
Lisa was about to object, then realized her mother was right. Her and her mother had a special bond after going through all those near-death experiences.
"But I want you to remember me this way, Lisa. I don't want you to have to see me when I'm too old to walk around, or when I start forgetting my stories."
Lisa frowned, "But I'll always remember you that way. I promise."
"Unfortunately, Lisa, it has to be this way. It is to make the voice of God more prevalent in your life, and for your sisters' lives, and the rest of the family and all our friends."
"What are you talking about mom?"
Suddenly, her mother's legs got weak. She tried to support her, but she came down with her. She panicked, and readjusted her mother's legs so that she was sitting on the steps.
"MOM? ARE YOU OKAY? MOM!"
Her mother's head dropped, and her whole body went limp.
Lisa lifted up her mother's head.
"MOM?" Lisa was breathing hard, and that emptiness inside was consuming her, it seemed her heart was falling through it.
Then her mother drew close to Lisa's ear and said softly, "I lived my story. Live yours."
Just then, there was a huge boom of thunder, and rain started to pour.
Lisa couldn't hear her own sobs over the rain. She put her hand on her mother's face, who's eyes were staring up into the cloudy sky. Her eyes carried no depth. They contained no soul. No wisdom. For the woman, who's wisdom occupied those eyes, was now in some place much greater. Lisa put down her mothers' eye lids, then said in her ear, "Without what you've taught me, I'd be cursing at God right now. You're where you've been excited to go to for a long time. I know that if I were wishing you weren't there, it would be selfish. You are with the King. You lucky woman, you." Lisa couldn't help giggling through the tears and through the pain. Although she felt so sad her mother was gone from this earth, she couldn't hold back the joy when thinking that her mother was now in the place she always talked about. She always said she was going to go there when Lisa least expected it...but that it would help her to grow. She now realized what she had meant. Lisa's tears spilled on her mother's face, mixed in with rain.
"I'm coming mom. As soon as I'm finished with my story."

Good Heavens.

My life is in Your storybook

My heartbeats are numbered

My writings are already written

My breath isn't futile

My hands aren't useless

I'm an instrument
Who's orchestra is far from here
Yet closer than we believe
And each note brings me closer

Each day draws me nearer

Each thought makes it clearer

Each moment in Your arms brings me closer

Each friend makes it deeper

Each feeling, on my face, appear

Every clock is finite

Every road is intwined

Every person is in mind

Every city unaligned

Every tear, easy to find

All the days bring the night

All the years, unresolved resolutions

All the minutes take lives

All seconds, tamed useless

All souls, groping losses

The simple, yet astounding truth.

Within the depths of the earth
Where there's no hope
Comfort
or even Love...

I've been discovered
Chosen
And life breathed in my lungs
Where I'm no longer...

Self.

Mended

In spite of my previous state
I'm not who I use to be

I'm not hopeless in this world
I'm trying to grab ahold the future set before me

This is not my home
Just a temporary residence

I tend to get comfortable here
Yet to get where I'm going, it requires discomfort

I reside in myself too much
Yet I'm called to be unselfish

And I put myself down
When I'm called to humility

My hands grasp for meaning
When my efforts can't change that

I cringe at others' broken state
Yet I'm still being mended

I want to have...

Hope

Another Home

Comfort in Him

An Unselfish love

Humility

Assurance




I want to be...





Mended