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Jun 29, 2014

Our First Peanut

Had to discover you for ourselves
Had to be sure that you were for real
Had to proclaim to the world that you, little Peanut, we're coming!

Had to plan things for your future
Had to prepare things for your arrival
Had SO much joy, love, thankfulness for you, little Peanut, became a blessing to us!

Had to make appointments to upgrade my health
Had to cry when they took your photo
Had to believe that you, little Peanut, were real to us!

But something caused the transition...

You changed your form...
You stopped beating...
You, little Peanut, were gone...

We never met you
We've barely seen you
We didn't know what you'd be, who you'd be
We wanted to see your metamorphosis within you, within me
We couldn't wait to bring you home
To take you in our arms
To hold you closely and snuggle with you
To see you smile brightly
To see the light in your eyes
To see you reach for us when in need
To keep your hand and heart in ours
To teach you everything we've grown up knowing as true, faithful, pure

But you weren't meant to be...
You couldn't fight anymore...
You faded away into nothing...

And we felt the painful sting to everything you struggled with
We died inside after you did
We couldn't desire to question the reasons why, but its difficulty tested us with each reminder of you
We felt it was truly, "...so hard to say goodbye..."

It became most painful to see all others experiencing their fresh, fruitful successes
Jealous and depressed
To see others molest the divine unity to only toss aside the greatest pride and joy like daily rubbish
Forlorn and infuriated

Onlookers expressed their deepest sorrows and shared tender moments
Your closest members provided means for us to grieve naturally
There was acceptance to normalcy in this intimate loss
There was rejuvenation that our uncertainty wasn't forever
There was hope that our lonesome hearts can recover one day

Your father shared a perfect statement about you, little Peanut: "there's no better place perfect for you right now than with our Father." 
We will make you a permanent memory
Etched on our hearts, minds and souls
Your memorial will be shared between your parents daily
Your life will never be forgotten even though we'll visually admire it always 
Because you, little Peanut, were one of our greatest joys


Your father got this for me today. I was awed by the cuteness of the tiny elephant. He wanted it to be picked up by June 26. When asking him about this specific date, he said that would've been the day you would've been born. And it was about the size of you that we first found out about you. And since elephants like peanuts, he felt it was a good representation of keeping it close to my heart to always remember you. Your momma is emotional and a sap most of the time, so I cried when he told me your backstory, and me saying that it's perfect and beautiful. I pray you've enjoyed this piece of sentiment from up above too. We love you forever, and long to see you one day, as everything we dreamed about you. 


Jun 23, 2014

Calamity Within

In disaster, I falter
Throughout destruction, I am shaken
From indecision comes internal doubt
Hatred clouds true judgment
Zombified to routine despite calling for desperation in vigor

I am idiosyncrasy
I am chaos
I am rage
I am weakness
I am wreckage
I am impatience
I am frustration
I am bitterness

Procrastination keeps presenting itself
In hopes that a divine inspiration could kickstart a refreshment to life
Failing to comprehend of what can stir within
Unbeknownst of the trail ahead
What is this being capable of?

The mind is tormented to choose wisely
The heart is conflicted with split obedience
The soul is retched with impending thoughts
The spirit is weathered from disturbance

I am falling
I am afraid
I am lacking
I am uncontrollable
I am divided
I am uncertain
I am empty
I am wasting

To believe in thyself can come at a cost
The "what ifs" arise with intensity
And yet, there is marvelous discovery
Something unshaken in courage
Something spectacular in admiration
Something sustaining in devotion
But to dig for this gold seems to present a futile dream
Its hopelessness thrives in the crux

Where is redemption from this turmoil?
Where is peace to the overwhelms of life?
Where is inner strength to venture forth?
Where is answer to the enigmatic teasers?
Where is art to rejection?
Where is meaning to function?
Where is angle to affirmation?

I fail to be persistence
I fail to be resolution
I fail to be delighted
I fail to be focused
I fail to be faithful
I fail to be love

God, where do You truly need me?
Father, what do You sincerely see in me?
Savior, how can You possibly love me?
Spirit, why can't I salvage the words to pray?

What is stacked with importance?
What is most heartfelt and meaningful?
What is fueled with generous involvement?
My compass needs to point here
I beg, show me Your way...

May 24, 2014

Loving Life at Our Five-Year Moment

Yeah, you guessed it. This union keeps me extremely blessed with this amazing, incredible, and encouraging individual. I can count his ways that have continued to capture my heart:
 1. Completes favors for me when I do or don't ask him to.
 2. Brave to be affectionate in public and unwilling to hide it from me.
 3. Makes what I like to call "dad jokes" to create a smile from me, even if they are really cheesy and terribly made!
 4. Compliments and eats my culinary skills. Even when I feel that I didn't do something as good as I had hoped, he finds the means to enlighten me. 
 5. When I'm down about some dumb work situation, a person, struggle, conflict, traffic, life...he always finds a way to cheer me up, even if he feels that he doesn't do any good with his encouragement.
 6. His white-boy dancing, goofiness, and random acts of hilarity. 
 7. Ultimately described as my favorite kiss: He cradles my face with his hand(s) while he kisses me softly, slowly, meaningfully - it completely takes my breath away because I believe it is the most passionate way to touch my soul. 
 8. Our tendency to openly and actually communicate about our disputes, no matter how difficult, followed by...
 9. Resolving those disputes because of our tendency to want to keep each other content and relieved. 
10. How he loves me for who I am now, not for what I have done before.
11. Constantly reminds me that God has a plan that has been amazing to us thus far, despite the numerous struggles that we have embraced together. 
12. His patience through my idiosyncrasies. 
13. Finds me attractive in ways that are unbeknownst to me!
14. Loves the simple lifestyle as much as I do: no huge spending sprees on trivial and material things, no big mansion that we must live in, no pristine lawns like everyone else in our neighborhood, etc - all we need is money to save on future things, a place to call a home, food on the table, and each other to call our beloved for life. 
15. How he calls our animal children: our dog, Batman as "Puppy," and Kettle "Baby Kitty" and babytalks to them. 
16. How much he enjoys making trips to spend time with my insane family, and I with his fun family. 
17. When he tucks me in and kisses me goodnight, even when I try to stay up late just to see his face when walks in the door from a late night at work. 
18. When he's genuinely concerned for our well being by asking me if I'm doing ok, even though I tell him otherwise. 
19. When he does anything possible to look after us financially, spiritually, emotionally. 
20. How he holds me when I need it the most, talks to me comfortingly, and tries to bring out a smile, because he doesn't like to see me cry. 
21. How he leads our life together, knowing full well that I can trust him, support him and stand by him with any and every decision. 
22. When he encourages me to be the success that he sees in me, but I don't see in myself. 
23. When we find the time to come together, fully delighting in each other. I don't care if I shouldn't say it, I LOVE my quality time spent with my man. 
24. How he knows that I can trust him when he spends time with his other "husbands" aka friends, to let me know that he's always smart with his decisions. 
25. When he looks at me with his intense blue-green eyes and sincerely tells me, "I love you." 
26. How much I couldn't imagine life without him...too indescribable for words. Why? Because I've fully believed that He's sent me my absolutely perfect godsend. 

The last five years has shown many things that most couples could never endure together, by giving up the battle too soon. I pray that our union will continue to outlast those who selfishly and weakly cannot handle one of the most beautiful, serious and amazing relationships ever established. I am more than honored to be your beloved, and fully desire more years with you, I heart you always. Love, Your Sweetheart.

Apr 25, 2014

Exhausted at Glamorous Fame...or a Chance to Inspire a Stirring

I've been told that I should go big in stardom, become an "American Idol," sing with all my heart and soul for life. And I love being a thespian, making the stage to perform my skills of entertaining the crowd and enjoying what I do at the same time. Those are just a couple skills that God's blessed me with, and there's other things that I give Him immense credit for that over exceed the "lifestyles of the rich and famous." Which brings me to my rant of the day...

One of the biggest things that really irks me about the celebrity world is their singing, acting, dressing, scandals, beliefs, controversies, seductions, and any other behaviorisms get them front-page exclusivity to their fanatic masses...BUT, these "idols" give praise to God that their lives are blessed because of "all the great things that happen to me." They do this when it's getting an album made, a music video produced, a movie hitting the box offices, all their work put into thanking Him for "all of their own efforts."

The claim to their "religion" is just in belief alone, so that they can attract followers into thinking, "they really are spiritual people, so they MUST be a great influence to me, right?" They sing about what sounds good to them, they act however they want to, knowing FULL WELL that there are people all over the world who worship the ground they walk on.

The problem I have with them is, are they really giving thanks? Are they really living how they claim to be SO blessed, yet hypocritically behave in ways that shame themselves and us for liking them? Who's really gaining the benefit to the "godly" relationship? I don't believe it's either, because God isn't given praise for everything, just only the good stuff that happens with them. And they, in turn, don't honor Him exclusively, just expect that anything that they do is fine since everyone else enjoys it, and it will eventually bless themselves, their families, their fans, their false thinking that merely mentioning the term "God" will give them a seat in Heaven and His approval. Because all of us have a place in Heaven right?

I like this quote from SNL's Church Lady (Dana Carvey) on Church Chat who speaks to Sean Penn about his wife at the time, Madonna. And it's because it describes well how stars reflect poorly to their name, and in this case, quite literally: "Oh...Madonna. So she's named after the mother of our Lord. But she doesn't quite live up to the same standards, does she? One gave birth to the Savior of all mankind, and the other prances around in a black teddy to the delight of pre-teen onlookers."
I have been giving up on trying to understand why they continue to do this, because their actions speak of anything BUT spiritual, and belief in God alone DOES NOT guarantee your salvation. I've looked at a few verses that emphasizes my point to their faux pas thinking.

Luke 6:46-49: "Why do you call me ‘Lord, Lord,’ and not do what I tell you? Everyone who comes to me and hears my words and does them, I will show you what he is like: he is like a man building a house, who dug deep and laid the foundation on the rock. And when a flood arose, the stream broke against that house and could not shake it, because it had been well built. But the one who hears and does not do them is like a man who built a house on the ground without a foundation. When the stream broke against it, immediately it fell, and the ruin of that house was great.”

Isaiah 29:13: "And the Lord said: “Because this people draw near with their mouth
and honor me with their lips, while their hearts are far from me, and their fear of me is a commandment taught by men..."

Matthew 7:12-14, 21-23: “So whatever you wish that others would do to you, do also to them, for this is the Law and the Prophets. Enter by the narrow gate. For the gate is wide and the way is easy that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many. For the gate is narrow and the way is hard that leads to life, and those who find it are few...Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. On that day many will say to me, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and cast out demons in your name, and do many mighty works in your name?’ And then will I declare to them, ‘I never knew you; depart from me, you workers of lawlessness.’"

Do you know what the sad part about it is? They are without a clue about how to figure out religion or the meaning of it all. Yet they don't seek answers with it, but post, tweet, protest, perform that their lives are all about the self: being self-righteous, loving thyself, self-worshipping, self-beautifying, self-praising.

So, when I see how people think I should be a part of this secular realm, I ponder at two aspects: I would never want to be a part of the ridiculous drama that ensnares so many, or want to be involved with the daily ebb and flow of my life to be twisted and plastered everywhere, or want to degrade myself for people to feel ashamed of me, or praise me thinking that's how my true character.

But then I contemplate the good that I could do to the world, showing them that you don't have to falsify yourself in order for people to love you. That your inner beauty is really what's everlasting, no matter how many fitness trainers you have to make you the "________iest man/woman" this week. That your body language supports EVERYTHING about your true intentions despite what you megaphone to the public.

I believe we need better influences and role models that should reflect within ourselves, but we can't expect it will happen on its own or someone else should do it. It has to start with you. Be the example. Be the role model. Be the opportunity. Be the chance. Be the change. Even if it means just praying for them to find their faith differently than before, or for them to change their ways to reflect you better. Even if it means that sending a letter to them could possibly bury that tiny piece of love further into their hearts to do it.

One story from LTL Convention captured me, and I'll conclude with its impactful meaning: This is a story about four people name Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody. There was an important job to be done, and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that, because it was Everybody's job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn't do it. It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done. My inquiry is: What are you?

Nov 14, 2011

Frightened of Factuality?

Does anyone else get bothered by people who HAVE to ramble on their thoughts and beliefs about something extreme that is BASED on opinions?
That nothing is conclusive, permanent, set in stone, except to what we've been taught or become "experienced?"
Why do so many follow worldly concepts, but claim their spirituality to be pure?
Pronounce they're not of the crowd, but are blindly lead to what they "feel" to be truth?
Where did our temptations falter in the unnatural?
How did conviction get to be so flaccid?
How did the spiritual trek become a life of phrased falsities?
What should you follow?
Who should you follow?
Why should you follow?
How should you follow?


I despise the "favored contrast" finales
Human capacities cannot fathom divine acceptability
Why people realize a menagerie of ideas
Why opinions feast on similiar tastes
Why souls abhor and judge the distrusting diversity
Why inconceivable, carnal dreams are affirmed by megaphone

Persuasion slays reality, and how the minds are tugged!
But truths are stirred and twisted
Certainty cannot be grasped, but distorted to what's fancied

Bare the facts
Face the fears
Encounter the sublime text
Words that hold no contradictions
Letters that exhibit excellence
Passages that unveil worthwhile virtues
Terminate the ridiculous and turn to what cannot be concealed
For narcissism models the popular criteria, but "faithful" pride will be destroyed
If our differences compose us, why do we all abide comfortably?
If our oppositions create us, why do we STILL debate which side is "most" righteous?
Stop accepting the prototypes, start disciplining and living honorably, loyaly, responsibly
"He who has ears, let him hear."