Friday, August 22, 2014

Five Minute Friday: Change

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Change. It's a scary thing. Most of us try to avoid it at all costs. Because it can be overwhelming and stressful. Routines are comfortable and reassuring and we know what is expected. Even people who claim to be spontaneous all the time get nervous when a large change is before them. The good news is that most of us also know that this is dealt with by just jumping into it and getting the change over with.  But what about those times when you really want change? When you are desperate for it...and it isn't happening. How do you deal with that?

I haven't figured it out. I pray. I hope. I try to have faith. But sometimes it is hard. Very hard. When even the smallest change in a situation is what you are hoping for and everything is staying exactly the same, it can become the most discouraging and frustrating thing in your life. It consumes me. All my hopes and wishes come back around to this needed change. All my questions of why and what am I doing wrong are about it. I can't move past it. I don't know where the next step is. I slip, I fall, I barely hang on. Do I let go and fall the rest of the way? Do I give up? Or do I clasp on a little harder and keep praying for Him to reach out and pull me up?

Change. It can be good or bad but it is never easy.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Happiness in a Whistle

My favorite moment in the morning is not drinking my tea like most people might think. It's the moment right after I wake up, when I'm lying in bed and my husband is up getting ready for work. He starts to whistle absentmindedly while shaving and I just smile. I love this moment. It is perfection. My heart swells with love. It happens almost every morning. I look forward to it every day. I lay there quietly just waiting. It is like a reminder each morning that this is a fresh start, a new beautiful day. He is my little songbird. I love him.

It's the simple things in life that make it worth it. That is something that people say all the time but I'm finally really seeing it. The true beauty in the world is small things. Things that you have to slow down and appreciate. And without them, life loses the shiny luster that make it amazing. A kiss. A touch. A breeze at the right time. A flower blooming. A hidden trail discovered. The world becomes an adventure, becomes a eruption of colors, sounds, and smells. It truly turns into something like a gorgeous painting but it is all up to you to make it that way.

Peeking Woods
©2013 Mariah Green

Too often in this life, we rush through it, ignoring the soft whispers of true pleasure.This world is all loud noises and busy streets. We are all about fast and easy. Going slow has become a source of annoyance or boredom. Even I manage to get caught up in it all too often. Maybe it isn't bad to rush now and then, but the constant running causes us to miss so much. When was the last time you sat outside with your eyes closed and just listened? Took in all the sounds and smells?  When did you last sit in silence with nothing but your thoughts to pay attention to? When did you last stop to smell those roses (literally and figuratively?)

As a whole, I think the human race forgets that happiness doesn't have to come just from large and explosive happenings. Happiness isn't all about parties and gifts. It's not about expensive things and lavish attention. Though we love those things (of course) we don't need to base our happiness off of them. If we stop to really think about all the small things we are lucky to have then we begin to find happiness in the things that really matter. Our family, our friends, our hobbies. Because, once you can see it, you realize that is where true happiness lies. Cars, big houses, and expensive clothes. All these things only bring temporary joy. Once the newness of the items wears off so does the excitement they bring. Then you are forced to move on to the next thing. This is why some of the richest people in the world can also be some of the unhappiest. Sadly, most of the world doesn't seem to have figured this out. Everyone is rushing, striving to get the bigger and better. Now you know the secret that they don't. Now you can finally take the steps to REALLY be happy.

Revel in the smile of your baby, the laugh of your child. Immerse yourself in the sound of an instrument being played and the smell of a great dinner being cooked. Smile at a whistle. Let the world, let life, show you all it truly has to share. Choose a world full of wonder. Don't let your mind be swept up in all the tasks that you have to complete every day. Let the world and all your crazy, beautiful moments flavor your life.

I choose that world. I choose the vibrancy and the beautiful simplicity. I choose the happiness in a morning whistle.

Friday, August 15, 2014

Five Minute Friday: Tell

Here we go for the second time with Five Minute Friday. You write for five minutes. Just dump it all out. No editing, no erasing (or a least very little of it.) If you would like to join in click the button on the right side of my blog and go learn all about it. =) It's lots of fun and a great exercise.This weeks prompt word is "tell."

"Tell me. Tell me now!" He jerked her back from her attempt to flee with enough force to stop her but not enough to hurt. Still she winced. "Please." His voice took on a pleading tone, "I need an answer. I need closure."

Her eyes filled with tears as they met his. "Don't ask this of me. It's not fair."

"I have to know. If it's over, if your ready to just throw it all away, then just tell me. Tell me so I can move on." His hazel eyes shimmered with pain but he held her gaze. For a moment her forgot everything except her eyes. Those beautiful green eyes. Wide and frightened now. In those eyes was everything and nothing at the same time. A promise of forever and the bitter sting of betrayal. "Tell me the truth. Do you still love me?"

The question hung in the air, thick like fog, weighing them both down. His heart hammered. She was taking too long to answer. But what did it matter what she said anyways. It was too late for them, she had made sure of that. The gold band on her left hand proved that. A band that did not belong to him. She did not belong to him. Not anymore.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

A Military Spouse's Opinion on Robin William's Death

Following the death of Robin Williams many people have made negative comments along the lines of "Many soldiers take there life every year and no one says a thing, one celebrity kills himself and the whole world loses their mind." This is my answer to that, from the military side.

 I understand your frustration. I wish more people would appreciate the pain that many military people suffer through. I wish they would understand the depression and hopelessness that many of these men and women feel. I wish that more people in this country would make us feel more like they care about us and what we do. However, your negativity about this tragedy does not help. And this IS an tragedy. Because this goes beyond someone being a celebrity or a civilian. This is only about a human life being lost. The end. Whoever they are, they have left behind those that love them. It doesn't matter that Robin Williams was known throughout the world. What matters is that he has left behind people who loved him desperately and now they are hurting. Why mock their pain just because you are frustrated by what others choose to do or not do? You should do nothing but feel sympathetic for the family he left behind. Pray for them, send them thoughts of comfort. Despite the fact that their family has been in the lime light, they still grieve just as anyone else does and they are grieving now. They deserve your respect during their struggle. Be the bigger people. Show the world the way that you wish they would behave when confronted with the death of our friends. Spread your love, not your hate.

This is said to be letter written by Zelda Williams. If you can't see them as normal human beings after reading this and feel their pain, then you just might not be human yourself.

"My family has always been private about our time spent together. It was our way of keeping one thing that was ours, with a man we shared with an entire world. But now that’s gone, and I feel stripped bare. My last day with him was his birthday, and I will be forever grateful that my brothers and I got to spend that time alone with him, sharing gifts and laughter. He was always warm, even in his darkest moments. While I’ll never, ever understand how he could be loved so deeply and not find it in his heart to stay, there’s minor comfort in knowing our grief and loss, in some small way, is shared with millions. It doesn’t help the pain, but at least it’s a burden countless others now know we carry, and so many have offered to help lighten the load. Thank you for that.
To those he touched who are sending kind words, know that one of his favorite things in the world was to make you all laugh. As for those who are sending negativity, know that some small, giggling part of him is sending a flock of pigeons to your house to poop on your car. Right after you’ve had it washed. After all, he loved to laugh too…
Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again."

My heart aches for the family of this wonderful man. He brought a lot of light and laughter to this world that will be greatly missed. My prayers go out to all those mourning him. Know that he was loved even by those who weren't close to him. 

- Mia

Friday, August 8, 2014

Five Minute Friday: Fill

This life. It's perfect. My heart fills with happiness every morning that I wake up next to my best friend. I'm lifted up by wonderful friends from all over the world as I message back and forth with people on Facebook. Sometimes, my heart seems so full I think it could burst. This is what everyone speaks about when they say the word "happy."

This may seem like a small thing to most people but for me it is huge. I'm the girl who forces a smile. I'm the one who cries when there seems to be nothing to cry about. I'm the one who shies away from the term "depression" simply because of the stigma attached to it. But I'm the girl who has it.


 I've spent a good part of my life struggling to hide the symptoms and most of the time I do really well. Others, not so much. I'm adept at hiding away in my own home and not venturing out into the beautiful world. That way I can keep in hidden. But the reality of it all is I'm just making it worse this way. I'm emptying my life of anything worth while. I'm taking perfection and manipulating it into darkness.

 When I choose to open my eyes and really look at my life, I realize that I have something amazing sitting right in front of me. My husband. My family. My friends. My God. They make up everything that I need. I am blessed. Truly blessed. And when I let that thought sink in, I come the the realization that I am full. Love. It fills me. It surrounds me. Love = perfection and we can't ask for anything else.


Keep L i/o ving

Thursday, August 7, 2014

When Does Your Fandom Become "Fan-don't?"

There has been a huge uproar lately about a certain book being made into a movie. Of course I'm talking about 50 Shades of Grey. I have read several blog posts and articles about it. Call in curiosity at what the world is thinking. Some I have agreed with, some I have loved, and some have just been out right offensive.

Now being a christian and a sort of "feminist" ( I use quotes because I don't find I fit the mainstream idea of a feminist these days) it seems pretty obvious what my thoughts on this "literature" is. It disgusts me. I find nothing about it romantic or fun or exciting. There is nothing about it that entices me. I will NEVER watch that movie. It is the same as porn to me. So is the book. Which makes it hypocritical to read/watch this story and yet expect your husband to only have eyes for you.

But this post is not just another bash 50 Shades post. I'm not going to repeat everything you have already heard about it though it does have to do with what I'm discussing. And it leads into it perfectly.

Fandoms come in all sorts. Some top popular ones currently are Harry Potter, Twilight, Downtown Abby, and Game of Thrones. A fandom is defined by Wikipedia as a term used to refer to a subculture composed of fans characterized by a feeling of sympathy and camaraderie with others who share a common interest. They can be really great ways to make friends and have people to share your love of certain things with. However, is there a point where they become too much? I think there is.

Now we all are used to our little teens swooning over their celebrity/fiction loves. It is part of growing up, like a passage into our awkward years, and as long as they don't go all creepy stalker about it then it isn't really a big deal. But is it ok for adults to be a part of fandoms? I think yes. To a point. As long as they keep a rational thought to it. But when middle-aged women, obviously going through a midlife crisis, show up to movies and scream like a lovesick teenie bopper then I become concerned. I mean come on ladies, lets act a little more sane then our hormonal teens. I have no issue with getting excited about meeting celebrities or really enjoying some fictional character, but when it starts effecting your every day life then it has become a problem. However, the biggest PROBLEM is that we don't seem to realize that it IS effecting our life. Because for some weird reason, women have set a major double standard in our society today. We expect our husbands to be the perfect, doting man who never have eyes for anyone else. We freak out if they glance at some young girl walking by. We nearly die if we see them staring too long at a Victoria's Secret add. And lets not even get started about them looking at porn. I'm not saying that men shouldn't be wonderful husbands who are completely faithful to their wives in both body and mind. That is exactly how men should be. They should respect us. However, we as women should be just as loyal and respectful towards our husbands. And being openly obsessed with fictional characters is the complete opposite of that.

Have you ever stopped to think how saying things like "I wish I was Bella" or "I wish Christian would hold me in his arms" makes your man feel? How about going on and on about if certain men were "hot enough" to play your fave characters? If the roles were reversed, how would it make you feel? Angry? Self-conscience? Hmmmm....interesting thought right? Just because we are the more emotional sex doesn't mean that men don't have any emotions at all. We don't have the right to be disrespectful to our marriage either. Just because your affair is with a fictional character doesn't make it any less of an affair. Yes, I said affair. It is the harsh truth. It is an emotional affair and it is just as damaging as a physical one.

Grim reality is that we need to wake up! It's time to be a little more mature and a little more humble. Enjoy your fandoms but don't let them become your fantasies. Don't let your love of books and tv shows make your husband feel like he isn't enough for you. How about tonight you put that book down or turn off that TV and make sure he knows just how wonderful you think he is. After all, he is the real thing. He is the one who actually loves you. He is the one who chose you over all else. He is your Edward. He is your Christian (if your really into that.) You are his everything and he really should be yours.

So as my friend Cassie said, you can have your Team Jacobs and your Team Edwards. I'm on Team Mariah & Brandon. I personally think it is the best team. =)

Keep L i/o ving!