Property of Joshua Presidential Propaganda Campaign 2016
Property of Joshua Presidential Propaganda Campaign 2016
I am currently organizing my little one-year old brother Joshua’s Presidential Propaganda Campaign! Oh, didn’t I tell you? Yes, he’s running for President! As our commander in chief, he promises that he will give abundant rights to babies including the right to vote! He is very passionate about his cause. He feels he has a voice that must be heard.
Except for the part about having a voice that wants to be heard (ask me later about him singing in church XD )
It happens to the best of us. We all must experience change.
Look at today: our country is having a change in leadership! Right now as I’m blogging the TV displays a part red, part blue map of our beautiful country, Wolf Blitzer rambling on and on about electoral votes, and John King poking and prodding at a map and circling key areas for the presidential nominees. In the midst of it, we prepare for a change in our country’s leadership that will endure for four long years. Even in my own life, change has occurred.
If you don’t know already, Colorado is one thousand miles away from my current location. I have moved on in life as I wrote about in my last post Carried on to Completion. I won’t say to where I have moved, but I will say this: it is hard. I miss it dearly, of course. Things are different, which is imminent. Change cannot be what it is without differentiation.
It began a few nights ago. I looked out the window and gazed as far as I could; to where the sky meets the land. “Perhaps that is where Colorado lies…how I miss it…” I pondered, reminiscing and remembering the tall, majestic mountains, clothed in forests of Ponderosa Pines and piercing the vibrant, clear blue sky that is only so brilliant at the high altitude of seven thousand feet. And Pikes Peak, oh, America’s Mountain. It’s bare summit sprinkled with snow even in summer, looming its giant shadow over Colorado Springs like a mighty guardian. How I miss it.
I looked out the window for some time until I decided that it was time to start reading my book. I picked up the novel titled The Sign Above the Door written by William Canfield; originally published in 1912. I began reading and read until my eyes grew tired and until the clock read 9:30.
I rubbed my eyes and reluctantly realized that I had forgotten to clean my eyes of mascara. I wasn’t sure if I had made much of a mask on my face, but I didn’t mind much. I strode to Mom and Dad’s room, hoping to find comfort as I told them of how I missed Colorado dearly. “Mom, I…I just miss our land. The five acres. I just miss it.” She smiled that sweet smile of hers and looked at me with compassion. “I know,” she answered. “But God has wonderful things for us here! This is where he brought us, isn’t it? I know, I miss the land too…and the mountains.” I could feel tears welling up in my eyes at Ma’s words and I knew that if I were to speak a word, my voice would crack. “I know,” I said in reply. Then, breaking the silence, she laughed and said,”Hey, what happened to your eyes? Did you do that on purpose?” My hands went to my eyes and suddenly I remembered that I had smeared my mascara! I looked in the mirror and realized that I had been transformed rapidly into a human raccoon. I laughed and a tear slid down my cheek. Dad smiled and so did Ma. I hugged both of them and my heart eased. “We’re going to be ok, don’t worry, Em.” I smiled, too and looked up at each of them, my eyes behind the mascara mask glittering. Dad patted my back and I bade each of them a good night and lumbered off sleepily to bed…making a stop at the bathroom first to wash off the smeared eye makeup.
I slept and thought more of Colorado until my eyelids couldn’t hold themselves up anymore and I drifted off to sleep.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. I lifted my sleepy arm and slammed it down hard on the alarm clock. Snooze, you should know, is my favorite button on alarm clocks :).
I waited for around ten minutes before sitting
more like slouching up in bed and rubbing my eyes that looked more like slits. I picked my clothes from my dresser drawer, grabbed a towel from the closet, and took my shower.
When I emerged, dressed, makeup’d, and bright eyed ‘n’ bushy-tailed, I plopped down in my over-sized lime green moon chair and picked up my Bible. What I read brought me such comfort and reminded me of my conflict the night before.
Then they said to Him, “Why do the disciples of John fast often and make prayers, and likewise those of the Pharisees, but Yours eat and drink?” And He said to them, “Can you make the friends of the bridegroom fast while the bridegroom is with them? But the days will come when the bridegroom will be taken away from them; then they will fast in those days.” Then He spoke a parable to them: “No one puts a piece from a new garment on an old one; otherwise the new makes a tear, and also the piece that was taken out of the new does not match the old. And no one puts new wine into old wineskins; or else the new wine will burst the wineskins and be spilled, and the wineskins will be ruined. But new wine must be put into new wineskins, and both are preserved. And no one, having drunk old wine, immediately desires new; for he says, ‘The old is better.’”
My favorite part of this passage was verse thirty-nine. “And no one…immediately desires new; for he says, ‘The old is better.'” I felt Christ showing me what I say. I have been given new wine and I don’t desire the new for I think the old is better. And now, the wineskins of Colorado are old. I cannot try to put my new wine in the old wineskins. I must put my new wine (this new life) into new wineskins, leaving the old wineskins behind for good.
My Dad pointed out a beautiful key fact about new wineskins. The new wine does not settle in the skins immediately. It takes a long time for the wineskins to become flexible and usable. Just like with me; I’m taking time to become accustomed to my new life.
And since that morning devotion, I’ve looked at things in a different light. No longer do I miss Colorado, and I thank God for changing my heart. I have moved on and advanced in ways I never could in Colorado!
Home is behind me, and the world is ahead. I’m ready to advance.
P.S. Half of this post was written yesterday during the election…please note that I am very aware Wolf and John are no longer rambling and pointing. 🙂
P.P.S. I will give you a hint as to where my family and I have moved: the state is in the USA and none of its borders border a major body of water (i.e. ocean, sea, bay, etc.). 😉
P.P.P.S. Over the last few weeks since my last post, it’s kind of been a while. I’ve missed you guys 😛 . I figured that y’all deserve an update. Especially regarding October 31st and the way I COMPLETELY recreated my Rey costume (for the 31st and for Rogue One).
First and foremost in regards to cosplay: Rey. It has been revamped. So, I am going to delete the post Star Wars Cosplay: Rey until I modify it to fit my recent fixes (just like I did with Tauriel in 2015…I’m actually considering recreating Tauriel again). It is a much more professional looking costume, but don’t worry, that doesn’t mean harder to make. 🙂
Here’s a couple of pictures for y’all:
It may not look like much difference, but it was much cleaner and preppier than the original. The arm wraps I had to postpone because I only had three days (Fri, Sat, Sun) to revamp it. I also managed my hair much better:
Here’s a couple pics we took as a family the day of Harvest!
Me and Ally being dorky…that’s my lightsaber up in the top right corner…it wanted to be in the picture, too. Yes, I believe lightsabers have feelings 😛
Ma and Dad: Batgirl and Batman!!!
Allison: Wore the Eowyn Dress I made last year…
My totally awesome Darth Vader Pumpkin!!! Yes, I did carve that myself 🙂
Ok, so that was more than a few :P.
Anywayyyy, I have really big news for you, guys!
THE LEGOLAS COSPLAY PHOTOSHOOT IS HAPPENING THIS WEEKEND!!!!!!!
My elf ears came in the mail, I’m going to the party/costume superstore to buy some spirit gum, my mom has told me that this weekend we’re heading up to the mountains to take pictures!!! I am so stinkin’ pumped! I have been working on my elf-hair stylist savvy-ness! Savvy?
Dork Alert 😛
Also, some more big news: regarding Mr. Dork Alert. Pirates of the Caribbean Dead Men Tell No Tales comes out May 2017!!! So, forget what I said about making Elizabeth’s navy costume, I’m actually doing the idea I had originally: Elizabeth Swann/Will Turner. It’s going to be so awesome; I’ll keep you guys posted 🙂 . The costume itself is generally going to look a lot like the one she wore on the island in Dead Men’s Chest (is it Dead Man or Men? Whatever). This one:
Sorry, folks, but that’s the best one I could find. There simply isn’t a full body picture of this one. 🙂 Keira Knightley is so pretty. *(You can say that again)*. Ok, I will, Keira Knightely is so pretty. XD
I’m still brainstorming for the Belle costume, so I’m not ready to give a big ol’ update yet…check out the post The Time that is Given Me for the most recent update…
So, enough cosplay updates. What about you? What are y’all gonna do about new wineskins? I’m ready to move on and let the old things pass away and embrace all things new.
Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.
– 2 Corinthians 5:17
Amen. So be it.