art.

*pinterest*

*sees cool art*

                                                                                            *admires cool art*

*cool art becomes just way too cool*

*sees your newest art*

*wants to have cool artist's talent because their art is just way too cool and yours needs a little help*

*compares art*

*must. destroy. now.*

*destruction*

*continues pinterest*

-the end-

Prickles the Paintbrush

there once lived a paintbrush. well, when i say 'lived', this word word i use is different from what you may assume. you may think of 'living' as in which a person is physically breathing, their heart is pumping, and they have the ability to move to and fro. which in this case, you would certainly be correct. but when i say that this certain paintbrush is alive, i mean in no way that it has lungs or blood in which their heart pumps, for they have none at all. there is no way possible us humans would consider this brush to be living. and why did i say it was alive? well, you'll have to see for yourself.

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Prickles got his first dunk. His head went under and into the clear liquid. He swayed to and fro underneath the water as the human swirled him around. She, the human, grabbed hold of Prickles and raised his head out of the liquid. She tapped his aluminum head on the rim of her glass, which felt to Prickles, more like slamming his head against the hard glass. His head dunked into a thick, blue liquid, which stuck to his once white hair. The human carefully aimed his head at a crisp piece of paper, and slid his head across it, causing his paint-filled hair to leave a blue line across the sheet. The human splotched and dotted, dunked and swirled Prickles so much that he thought his hair may fall out. Yet the human kept going. She trusted Prickle's worth. When the human was finished, she set his head into the cup of tinted water. She stared at her work and nodded. She was pleased. Prickles smiled, though he had no mouth to smile with. He felt proud to make her happy. He knew he was her favorite paintbrush, and she was his absolute favorite human. He liked making her happy. Sometimes she used him and looked at her splotches and lines and growled. Then she would throw her art away. Prickles hated doing that. He didn't like making her sad or angry. But seeing the smile on her face made him very happy indeed. He knew that sometimes the paintings didn't work out quite right, but when they did, it was worth it. 

                                        Fin.

Well, I wrote that a few months ago I think, like in December or something, but I guess I just felt obliged to put it up here, just cause ;)

Hope ya enjoyed!

                                                                   ~Faith 

Don't Know

So I've been thinking. And I realized something, you've probably heard it before: You're not going to get anything out of nothing. I've heard it before, but I rever really deeply thought about it. If you apply it to your life, it really helps you understand it better. (It helped me at least) So I did. I'll tell ya about it.....

So, by now you may or may not know what I want to do with my life, but I want to act. You know, its a passion of mine. And I'm constantly looking forward to the future because I assume that I'll be acting then, but then I thought: What am I doing now to get myself there? What am I doing to get in a play or film? And sadly, my answer was simple:
Nothing. I am doing nothing.
It's like I'm running a race, I've got my eye on that medal, but when the gun fires and the race starts, I just stand there. I won't get that medal if I just stand there, I've got to run through a long and tiring race in order to succeed and get what I want. And I can only do that by trying. But I feel like an amature, not knowing where to start or what to do, so I need help. How can I expect to win without a good trainer? Someone who can mentor me and teach me along the way? That's when I look to God for help. He can help me along the way. He can answer my questions. And thankfully, He's my coach. I don't deserve Him, not at all, but I do need Him. And I'm thankful he can help me get started.
But the coach isn't the one who runs the race, right? I must start. I must run. The coach is there to help me run the race and succeed, not run the race himself. I must go through the hardships.

But I'm not going to get anywhere if I don't start.

So what I learned was 1. I can't get anywhere by doing nothing, and 2. I can't get anywhere without God's help.

So that's what I've learned in the past few days!

~Faith :)

Thoughts

Why do bad things happen to good people?


Ah, the age old question. I've contemplated this question for quite some time, and I believe I've come to a conclusion. Bad things happen to us, so we will realize how much we need God's help.


We all need God. It's obvious. None of us would be alive unless God allowed it. We as humans often stray from God's path thinking "Hey! I'm doing pretty good right now." And lots of times our minds are focused less on God and more on other worthless things. God allows bad things to happen so we will break and realize how much we really need Him. It's a way He shows His love to us.
   

Your mom didn't spank you because she was mad at you (though she may have been and had a right to be) instead, she showed you love by spanking you. She wanted you to listen to her and obey her. Yes it hurt, but didn't it end up being a good lesson to learn from?
This, I believe, is another reason why God allows hurt into our lives. We may be disobeying Him and He wants us to learn from the hurt, so we don't keep going out of His will.


I believe that the overall reason is to bond closer with God. To realize that He loves and cares for us, and He's only teaching you a lesson. He doesn't hate you, He only did it to show you that you do indeed need Him. More than you ever thought before.    

                                                                 ~Faith :)  

Whatever... I'm going to keep rereading this and dislike it because its not really what I wanted... but whatever...