Fire and Ice

So my entire life I've been told that I run hot and cold.  The dichotomy of my personality is completely valid.  My favorite roses are actually Fire and Ice. 

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice

I kind of love Robert Frost. :)

Angels on Earth

So I've been at home all day today working on my essay to apply to grad school. The intraspection has not been fun. It's actually been really really really HORRIBLE. I've been in tears oh so many times today.

My phone rang a little while ago and it was someone from church. He said that I've been on his mind the last couple of days and he wanted to check on me to make sure I'm ok.

He is truly an angel on earth. I know that God is thinking about me and let me know through a call from someone at church. I'm grateful for that.

There are oh so many angels in our lives if we are but to recognize it.

Sexy or Stunning? Which would you rather be?

Once upon a time it was a compliment when someone called me sexy.  I would have been flattered to be called 'seductive'.  But things have changed.  I have come to understand I have greater value.

I don't want to be called 'sexy'.  Sexy means that I am a piece of meat, that I am an object.  That all I am good for is my body and what I can do with it.  It is ugly and it is dirty.

Instead, I want to be 'stunning'.  I want to be beautiful.  I want to be head turning.  Being stunning means that both my inner beauty and my outer beauty in combination is what is attractive.  It means that my inner light is shining and catching their attention.

Dear men of the world.  We don't want to be sexy, we want to be stunning.  If we are only sexy to you, then leave us alone and move on.