What do I want to be known for?

                 All of us teenagers get asked a lot of the same questions. All the time.
       But there's one that seems to be the most frequent. I'm sure we've all 
       heard it   before.

                 What do you want to do with your life?

                It's a fair question I suppose. I guess we're suppose to know exactly 
      what we wanna do. Like there's a certain amount of time before we've 
     lost our chance. Like there's a time frame.

             But, quite honestly, I'm tired of being asked what I want to do with 
   my life. I have an idea of what I want to do, but that's beside the point.

            What if, instead of asking us what we want to do with our lives, why doesn't 
  anyone ask what we want to be known for? What kind of legacy we want to leave 
  behind? How we want to better the world? Why not ask those things?

           Honestly, I don't care about the American dream. I don't care about having the 
 perfect college experience, and the perfect boyfriend, the perfect job, 
 the perfect wedding, the perfect husband, the perfect kids, the perfect house;
 heck, the perfect dog! That's not what interests me.

           The American dream, or the idea that we've been told is the perfect life,
doesn't interest me whatsoever. The American dream, isn't going to better
this world. The American dream, isn't going to speak up for those who have 
 no voice. The American dream wouldn't satisfy me, or anyone else who might
 live that life.

 It makes me wonder why us teenagers over think what we want to do.
What we want to do won't always happen. God has his plan, and it
will prevail. So why bother thinking about it? 

 What I want to be known for? I want to be known for showing God's love
 in this world. I want to be known for the kind of person I am, not the job I 
have. Not the amount of money in my bank account. I want to be known for 
how I loved, how I cared, how I glorified God. 

  So yes, maybe I think I know what I'm going to do. 
 Maybe I have an idea of what I want to do, but like I said
 before, God's plan will prevail. Who knows what's going to happen.

  But to any other teenagers reading this, let's stop giving awkward, 
choppy answers to what we want to do with our lives, and start saying 
what kind of people we want to be remembered as. Because THAT is what
 is important. Not money, or a fantastic job, or the hottest, richest,
 most fabulous spouse. 

  Who you are is way more important than what job you have. What you do is more important than what you have.

  So next time someone asks you what you want to do with your life, 
just reply with a simple, "I want to be a good person." 

Kelsey :) 




If only we could be flawless

                         Today was cold. Like many days this fine January. I don't mind the cold though. It's nice. Refreshing. 

                Due to the cold, I've been inside all day. First I was painting, then I went into my room to read some more of a teen writer's guide I got from the library. As I was reading, I came to a part of the book about characters, and the mistakes people often make while creating them. The mistake that caught my eyes was, "The characters have no flaws." It said that people often create their characters, without flaw. Like they're perfect and can't possibly make a mistake. The author continued, explaining why it was such an error. She said it was because we, as humans, aren't perfect. So book and movie characters shouldn't be any different.

             That whole section got me thinking. If only we could be flawless. If only we could just write perfection into our lives, we'd be all set right? 
             I actually don't think so. I think that if we were all perfect it'd get boring. We weren't created to be perfect. We were created flawlessly. We were perfect at one time. Then we made a mistake, and became broken. We made mistakes more and more frequently, sometimes without even knowing it.

           I truly think God made us that way (destined to sin), because he needed to show us that he was the only perfect one. To show us how much more we need him because of our imperfections. That only his perfection, and love, and mercy could really take care of us. We're incapable of perfection. It's just not possible. 

          I'd say I'm a sort-of perfectionist. I'm a perfectionist to a certain degree, but there are other things I can not care so much about. But more and more I'm realizing that not everything I say or do will be perfect. And I think I'm okay with that.

Kelsey :)


Today. Moment by moment

                  Today has been a fairly relaxed day. I'm in leggings because I'm not going anywhere. My hair is in my best rendition of a Katniss braid, because I wish I had her bravery. My socks are mismatched because that's how they always are. I've taken probably thirty-five photos today to try and get back into my love of taking pictures. So, to show you some of those.

                                                                    We have snow. It's melting. A hint of Spring?
                                                                  It was sunny earlier, but the gloom set in around 
                                                                  I was really stumped about what to write.
                                                            We got a little bit of rain. It made the snow look bubbly.
                                                                            Looking out the window made me chilly.
                                                                       I had to put the King and Queen of Hearts together
                                                           in the deck of cards because they belong together.
                                                            They should always be together.
                                                                  I drank peppermint tea out of a chipped seashell cup.
                                                      One reason being, the cup reminded me of the beach.
                                                      The other? The peppermint tea says it's from London 
                                                       it made me feel all important to drink London tea.
                                                                                            My view as I took the first sip.
                                                                Reading by the window because daylight is a better to 
                                                      read by than a light fixture.
                                                                I wondered, will this snow melt before the next round
                                                            Miscellaneous writing because I got a writing guide for
                                                   teens from the library.

           So maybe my day wasn't super exciting, but it was relaxing, calming, reflective.

 How was your day?

Kelsey :)


What makes the world go 'round

                I've come to the conclusion that love isn't what makes the world go 'round anymore. Maybe it used to, but I don't think it does anymore. I think things have changed. We live in a world where it doesn't really matter whether you care about anyone else. As long as you have yourself taken care of, nothing else really matters that much.

               Forget about the starving people in the world. Forget that there are soldiers fighting for our country and we usually don't take a moment to thank them for their service. Forget that over 125,000 abortions are performed every single day in the world. Forget that people are seriously hurting in the world. Forget that murder occurs daily, hourly. Forget that Jesus commanded us to love one another. 

                      Love just isn't something people offer freely anymore.

               It's almost as if, we only give love when we get something in return. That's why the practice of unconditional love has become so flawed. Because it's not, "I'll love you no matter what," it's, "I'll love you but only if you live by my standards and do what I think you should do and oh, don't forget to be perfect." But let me just remind you of something, or rather, someone.

            There was a man. He was born thousands of years ago. He wasn't completely man. He was perfect God, in human form. In the short thirty years he was here, give or take a few, He loved. He loved regardless of weight, height, what you did, what you didn't do, whether you loved Him or didn't. But He loved. Unconditionally. Which makes me wonder... Why don't we love like that? Why don't we love no matter who anybody is? Whether we agree with their choices or not? 

          People talk all the time about how we should all stop hating. But really, aren't we doing the exact same thing? Arguing hate is just a way of spewing more hate. Which, in turn, makes it just one big hate fest and all of us are more hurt and upset than we were in the first place.

         Why can't we just love? The Bible says we're supposed to shine God's light in this world. So why don't we try that? Maybe if individually we all loved just a little bit more, the world would slowly heal, little by little. Maybe if we all loved like nothing else matters, the world would overflow with love. 

        We live in such a broken world, it's disgusting. It literally disgusts me how many hurtful things people can say or do.

        Love doesn't make the world go 'round, but maybe if we showed a little more love, we'd be better off. Others would be better off. Life would be better, easier, lighter. 

                                "Be devoted to one another in love. Honor 
                                       one another above yourselves."
                                                    Romans 12:10

      If we all devoted ourselves to loving each other, instead of ourselves, maybe love would make the world go 'round. And maybe, just maybe, we'd all be a little happier.

Kelsey <3  




You love me anyway

          This post was originally going to be about something else. A sort of related topic, but it was a different message. Until Sidewalk Prophets came on Pandora.

         Listening to the song, I realized just how amazing God's love is for us. The lyrics are just amazing. 

                                                     I am the thorn in Your crown
                                                     But You love me anyway
                                                     I am the sweat from Your brow
                                                     But You love me anyway
                                                     I am the nail in Your wrist
                                                     But You love me anyway
                                                     I am Judas' kiss
                                                     But You love me anyway
                                                     See now, I am the man who yelled out from the crowd
                                                     For Your blood to be spilled on this earth shaking ground
                                                    Yes then, I turned away with a smile on my face
                                                     With this sin in my heart tried to bury Your grace
                                                     And then alone in the night, I still called out for You
                                                     So ashamed of my life, my life, my life
                                                     But You love me anyway                                                    

                Wow. You have to listen to this song. HAVE to. 

Kelsey :)


Climbing Hills

          Recently, I went for a walk with my mom and brothers. We haven't done that in a long time, just the four of us. I really enjoyed it. I took probably a hundred and fifty pictures, resulting in Mom's phone memory card being heaping full of photos of the most random things ever.

          On our way back, we were climbing up a hill and Jacob said, "Ugh! Another hill!" To which Mom replied, "You just have to keep a steady pace all the way up and you'll climb it eventually. Life's like that. There are hills and obstacles, but you can get over them."

         The rest of the way home, I was just thinking about what she said. Life is like a road you've never been on before. Walking down an unforeseen path, you follow said road. Sometimes there are side roads and sometimes there are hills, and rocks in our path. The hills are the hard times. The times where we're so tired and burnt out from walking, we just want to stop. Just stop and say, "Okay God! I've had enough. I'm done." But like Mom said, you have to keep a steady pace and you'll make it over the hill eventually.

         I feel like that's how we all seem to live. Struggling to get over hills, and wondering if it's worth the climb at all. Wondering if all the energy and strain will really be worth it in the end.

         But, I do know one thing. God promises that good things will come in his time. So good things are over those hills. We just have to take the time to climb them. To discover what's on the other side. Even if it's not drastically better than before, at least you've made it.

         I feel like I'm climbing a hill right now. A really steep, rocky, muddy hill. The kind that makes your back hurt and your lungs burn and every muscle in your body go numb. I feel like, I stumble. I wonder why I'm even climbing this hill anymore. Wonder if it's even worth it anymore. Then, I wonder if there is something better on the other side. I wonder if maybe, just maybe, there's some even ground somewhere.

          Life is full of hills. Big ones, little ones. Sometimes we want to give up. It's easier to just sit when we're halfway up and give up. But you can't. Good things are on the other side of all hills. Challenges come to make us stronger. The climbing? It makes us stronger. The hurting? It makes us stronger. Every hill is on our specific life's road to make us stronger.

        So if you're climbing a hill right now, don't stop. Don't give up. It's hard, and it hurts, and sometimes you feel like you have nothing left, but God is on your side. He's going to get you over these hills. He's going to bring you to even ground. He's walking with you. Climbing hills with you. Keep up your steady pace. Because there's even ground just beyond the very top of whatever hill you're climbing right now.

Kelsey :)


My Writing Relationship

            I'm a writer. Not like, you know, published author, but I love writing. I have since I was little. I love it. I just love grabbing a pen and notebook and scribbling down the thoughts in my head that come pouring in. 

           One problem, my relationship with writing has faded. Drastically. I used to write all the time. Even if it was meaningless garbage, I still wrote. All the time. But now? I hardly ever do. I write on this blog occasionally and in a journal every once in awhile, but not like I used to. 

          On some show we were watching last night, a man said he likes his relationship with his pen. He prefers it over technology. My Dad then asked me, "Have you ever had a relationship with your pen? That's just ridiculous!" To which I replied, "Yes actually. There's something about writing by hand that's just so much better than typing." It got me thinking though. I really do kind of have a relationship with a pen. When you're writing, it's just like, your pen is the key to unlock your imagination. It's really quite a clever concept. This sounds strange, but your pen is your friend. 

     I guess one of the biggest reasons I've stopped writing so much is because, I usually write down an idea and then throw it away later. Thinking about all the paper I've wasted over the years writing down thoughts, then trashing them, kind of makes me want to hang my head in shame. I'm just afraid of messing up. Afraid of trying too hard, or not being good enough. But who am I writing for anyway? I don't show it to anybody? So what's the big deal? I don't know the answer to that question. All I know is I need to get back to writing, fast.