Vincent Van Gogh – Make Someone’s Story a Good One

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I know this is fiction, but I think that this is so, so important. In “real life” Vincent never got to hear someone say that he was one of the greatest men who ever lived. But we have that opportunity, perhaps even responsibility, now, in our own lives, today, tomorrow, and every day, to tell people how important they are to us. Maybe we won’t say they’re one of the greatest people who ever lived (but who knows, maybe they are), but we can say other things which might impact them equally, or even more. “Small” things, “big” things, you never can actually know how “big” something might be to someone else, even if it seemed “small” to you. “You look nice today,” might be just what that person with an eating disorder or self image issues needs to boost their confidence enough for them to have the first really good day they’ve had in weeks. “That food you cooked last night was really good!” might be the very words of encouragement that exhausted mom needs to help her get through a tough time with her kids, or even her husband. “Thank you,” might be the exact phrase that young man, middle aged man, or old man who served his country needed to hear on a day he was really struggling with his PTSD. “I love you,” might be the sentiment that saves a friend or family member from hurting themselves when they go home at night and feel alone again. “I miss you.” “You did a good job.” “You’re hair looks great today.” They’ve so small, but they can mean so much. Sometimes, of course, there are big things we need to tell people too. Go to your mom, thank her for everything she’s done for you. Let those who have impacted you know how important they are to you. Don’t take any moment that you’re with someone you love for granted. If you think they’re great, tell them. If you love them, let them know. If you’re thankful for them, show it.
 
Maybe, if Vincent had heard these words in real life things would have changed for him, maybe, like in this episode, they wouldn’t have. But you never know. And even if you can’t save someone’s life, you can chance someone’s life. And let me tell you, if you loose someone, and you never tried to tell them these things, you’ll never know how you might have helped them. I’m not saying you should look back at “all the things you should have said.” That can tear a person apart. What I’m saying is this, take all the energy you have left over from the things, the love, that you have for people who are gone, and give it to the people who are right in front of you. Maybe you know them well, maybe you hardly know them at all. This man never knew Vincent Van Gogh heard a word he said. But you never, ever know what kind of impact you can have in someone’s life. “We’re all a story in the end.” And you can help make someone else’s “a good one.”

College Life According to the 12th Doctor

Seeing all the couples around the campus

seeing all the couples around the campus

Trying to make new friends

trying to make new friends

Whenever there’s ice cream at the cafeteria

whenever there's ice cream at the rot

When your professor starts moving on to quickly

when your professor starts moving to quickly

Writing a research paper

writing a research paper

When a cute guy/girl talks about trying to find a girl/boyfriend at college

when a cute guy talks about trying to find a girlfriend at college

When people come into your room without knocking

when people come into your room without knocking

Trying to get to bed whenever everyone else is still awake

trying to get to bed whenever everyone else is still awake

All the boys who give hugs without asking

all the boys who give hugs without asking

Trying to be a good student while your friends don’t do any of their homework until an hour before the due date

trying to be a good student while your friends don't do any of their homework

When your professor goes overtime

when your professor goes overtime

Having a crush on that guy/girl you pass everyday on the way to class but never speak to

having a crush on that guy you pass everyday on the way to class but never speak to

Wanting to do fun things but also trying to save money

wanting to do fun things but also trying to save money

When the professor asks a question that he says is important to know for the test but you don’t know the answer to it

when the professor asks a question that he says is importent to know for the test and you don't know the answer to it

Trying to psych yourself up before a test

trying to psych yourself up before a test

Leaving the classroom after taking a test

leaving the classroom after taking a test

Checking your grades and getting a better one then you expected

checking your grades and getting a better one then you expected

Listening to your professor’s lecture in your last class on Friday

listening to your professor's lecture in your last class on friday

Midterms/finals week

finals week

Bad Dog!

Unbounded Domesticity

Today I’m going to talk about those silly little critters called people. Surprised you, didn’t I? You thought I was going to talk about dogs. Sorry. Nope : ) Don’t even have a dog. But if you looked at this post hoping to read about dogs, keep reading. It’s a good post.

Anyway, I’ve had a bit of a thought brewing in my mind which, like many of my thoughts, spawned from annoyance with a common human characteristic: what is it, I ask, with people and underdogs?

Allow me to qualify my question. People have a natural attraction to glory, honor, and accomplishment. That’s because people are meant to love God, and there is no greater epicenter of glory, honor, and accomplishment than the Godhead. I understand why people revel when long odds are overcome. But if you look closely at the underdog infatuation, I believe you will discover something…

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Rich in Mercy.

A wonderful post from my cousin.

Sarah's Journey to Greece

As I sit here reflecting on God’s grace and mercy I am blown away. I go to shake my head in disbelief at the thought that He would love a repeated sinner like me… but He does, and my head must stop its shaking and believe.

This week I was able to share my story of God’s grace in my life these past 21 years. In brief: He saved me from hell, but He went beyond that act of love to save me from myself. At 312076_429878070386768_1119691228_none point I chose a path for my life that was a fool’s path – one of heartache, depression, broken promises, deceit, and false dreams. It was even leading me to physical death. But God, who is rich in mercy, reached down into my tiny life and saved me. He wrapped His loving arm around my gasping heart and calmed it. Thank you Jesus!

So now…

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Happy Birthday Basil Rathbone

HAPPY 122ND BIRTHDAY BASIL RATHBONE! “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Basil, happy birthday to you!!!!!!!!!!”

I will include here a small thing I wrote, something of a letter to my dear Basil. (Don’t make fun of me, okay!)

“Dear Sir,

I’m writing this to thank you, to thank you for everything. You’ve done so much for me, you have no idea. It may sound crazy to you that someone who’s never met you could be so profoundly impacted by you, but what can I say, I am a little crazy. I really do owe you so much. You have been an inspiration to me in more ways than I could count, sometimes even in little things like spring cleaning, picking tomatoes, reading Shakespeare, or going to get a blood test, and sometimes in big things, like my passion for the lost souls in Hollywood, a passion that started with you, and pretty much my life purpose and in general. You mean so much to me. Next to my Pappy and my Mom and Dad, you are my biggest role model. I respect you so much. You’re kind of like a father figure to me, in a strange, round about kind of way. I love you, and I always will. Happy birthday.

Thank you, so, so much,

Rebekah”

Today we are going to have Basil’s favorite meal, roast beef and Yorkshire pudding (and my sister’s gonna make rice because she can’t eat the Yorkshire pudding,) and I’m going to bake a cake and decorate it and put candles on it. We’re also going to watch one of his movies tonight, I don’t know which, though.

Best. Day. Ever.

This past Saturday was, very possibly, the very best day of my entire life. Saturday was the date of my long planed graduation/graduation party. It was amazing. So many people came. I was simply stunned. It was astonishing to see the overwhelming amount of people who care about me, who love me! It was just one person after the other coming up and hugging me and telling me they loved me and were proud of me and congratulations… I was overwhelmed, but in a very good way. One elderly lady in particular, who has practically been like a member of my family, was so nice in coming! I was amazed really because I never thought she’d be able to make it because it’s hard for her to get around now-a-days. She gave me this super snazzy black, flowered wallet (which totally out classes me) but I love it and am going to use it the rest of my life! My sister gave me Frozen, which made me such a very happy person! And I got so many other nice things! (Like a Captain America action figure! Do my friends know me, or what?) People were wonderful! I also got more cards then I think I’ve ever opened before! Haha, it was so fun!
But oh! Speaking of gifts, I must tell you about this most amazing thing that happened to me. Wow, I never, ever, ever in my life would I have expected this to happen! After my mom and dad gave me my diploma (and said such nice things, thanks mom and dad!) my brother came up and started into a little speech/talk kinda thing. I was very confused. He started off by saying he’d run into an old friend of mine the other day, mentioning “he and Moritz.” (So first off, I don’t really have any “he” old friends, and Moritz!? Well, if you know anything about Basil Rathbone you can see why I was confused.) He continued on to say “he” and Moritz had told him to pass on to me their congratulations, and that “he” told him to tell me “he” thought I was “a remarkable woman” (something you won’t get unless you’ve listened to Basil Rathbone Sherlock Holmes radio programs.) If you can see where he was going (lots of references to Basil Rathbone,) you can see why I was extremely confused. He continued to say that “he” said some other very nice things (mainly about me and my intentions on going to Hollywood), and then, at the end, my brother said “he” had given him a little note to pass on to me, in honor of my graduation, and to mark this very exciting time in my life. My brother reached down into a box that was sitting beside him and pulled out a large, framed picture, under which (also in the frame) was scrawled in that well known handwriting (well, at least well know to me) “With Best Wishes, Basil Rathbone.” Needless to say I was entirely overwhelmed with joy, burst into tears, and hugged my dear brother very tightly. My brother eventually explained to me that several people had chipped in on buying me this signed picture of Basil Rathbone, and each had written down a little note to go with it. It was really one of the most wonderful experiences I’ve ever had! I am so unbelievably happy! It currently hangs proudly on my wall, and is keeping me up at night because I can’t stop staring at it. But I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all.
After my graduation party was over, we invited family and a few friends to stay for pizza (oh my gosh so much pizza. I think we got a little over zealous in how much we ordered. We’re going to have left overs for a week.) After we ate my aunt and uncle and two cousins and sister-in-law and brother and I sat down to play Epic Duels. (It’s an awesome Star Wars game.) After a while my aunt and uncle and one cousin had to leave, so we continued the game without them. I was Obi-Wan, my brother was Yoda, my sister-in-law was the Emperor, and my other cousin was Boba Fett. It was a hard game, but I actually won it (the first time I’ve ever won Epic Dues!!!!!!!) and I was very happy. After that we watched Frozen, which was awesome. When it was over it was 12:30 and time to go to bed. Yes, it was a very, very, very good day. (I love you, brother mine!)

Sizzling

Isn’t my brother just the best guy ever? “Yes, you are jealous. Admit it. Too bad, [He’s] mine.] Best. [Brother.] Ever.”

Unbounded Domesticity

My wife pretty much rocks the world.

Yesterday we had some steak for Memorial Day (just so you know, the steak was given to us, we’re too poor to buy steak ; ). She wanted to marinade it. Good idea. How was she going to marinade it? No idea. She was just going to make something up. So she did.

So after they soaked for awhile, she cooked them up in a panini maker. The result was the best steak I have ever had. Cooked in a panini maker. After marinating in a marinade my wife just made up. Off the top of her head.

After dinner my wife gnawed on the bones.

Yes, you are jealous. Admit it. Too bad, she’s mine.

Best. Wife. Ever.

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Since I posted this

a little while ago I wanted to give you all a little update. 🙂

My sister was wonderful to me and sent my letter to Paul on his Facebook page for me since I don’t have Facebook.
Guess what she showed me a few days later when she checked her email?tumblr_inline_n4uk0xjJzq1sanqow

He actually replied back! I honestly never expected that! It made me so very, very happy! I think I’m going to print this out and put it on my wall. 🙂
Honestly, there are few things happier then knowing that someone who is famous and who you look up to actually knows you exist.

Broken Rainbows

Unbounded Domesticity

Sigh.
I really would rather not do this. Up to now, this blog has been a largely pleasurable experience. I may have made people mad, but no one has responded with anger in the comments section. I’m afraid that, today, I’m going to cross the line. I’m going to speak out against homosexuality.
Please try not to be upset. Please try to think clearly about what I have to say. Please don’t assume I hate gay people. I don’t. I love gay people so much! I feel so, so bad for the way they are caught in eternally destructive behavior. I feel bad for liars, thieves, murderers, and adulterers. I feel bad for a lot of people. I wish they would be saved and be happy. But I know they are not.
I wish I had gay acquaintances. I want to meet a gay person, tell them about Jesus, and…

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Since I can’t find any sort of contact information for him, I am just going to put this here… I have to put it somewhere, just to show him how grateful I am.

Dear Mr. Byrom,

                My name is Rebekah, and I’m 18 years old. Several months ago a good friend of mine introduced me to Celtic Thunder. I think I got through their entire YouTube channel in about two days. 🙂 Immediately you were my favorite member of the group. I love that operatic sound in your voice. As soon as I learned that you were no longer a member of Celtic Thunder I began to search around for your singles. I enjoyed them just as much, or perhaps even more, then listening to you in a group. I hope someday to be able to see one of your concerts. I love the passion with which you sing.

                On March 14th I was listening to some of my favorite Celtic Thunder songs when I learned of the death of George Donaldson. I’m sort of embarrassed to admit, that even though I had only been a fan for a few months, I cried off and on for that entire evening and the next day. I still sometimes cry when I think about it. For some time I could not listen to any of the Celtic Thunder songs. During this time I listened to a great deal of your music. I would close my eyes and force myself to focus entirely on your voice and forget everything around me. It was very therapeutic.  I can safely say it was your singing which got me through, and is still getting my through, mourning the loss of Mr. Donaldson. I want to thank you so much for that, even though I know you could have no idea it was doing so. I know it may seem odd to you that I am writing this to thank you, but your music meant so much to me and helped me so greatly, I had to tell you how thankful I am.

                May God bless you in every way,

                Rebekah

*edit* I have since found out that I can contact Mr. Byrom on his Facebook page. I can only hope now that he will see it.