Sunday, April 27, 2008


I love the rain. Everything about it: the look, the sound, the smell of the damp earth... I especially love rain on trees. We have a tiny wooded area next to our house that I love to walk through either during or after a rain. I was out there today after the rain this morning and afternoon. I was barefoot and I could feel the damp moss and dirt under my soles. The water dripping off the leaves on to my bare shoulders and into my hair. The leaves were so vibrant, the earth so alive. As evening is drawing near, the birds were singing their songs, mixing with the sounds of the water dripping from leaf to leaf. Even though I could see still the house in one direction and the road in the other, I felt as if I was in another universe and I never wanted to leave. I climbed up into a tree and just sat there for half an hour, watching and listening. Several cars went past, but even though I was in view, no one noticed me. It was as if, in this wooded area, I suddenly became invisible, as if stepping through a curtain separating two worlds. I could see out, but no one could see in. A slight breeze stirred the leaves, and every once in a while a gust would send droplets sprinkling down on me. It was almost as if the tree itself was crying, lamenting the loss of people who see the beauty of rain. In a world where people stay indoors, where rainy days are advertised as the best times to stay in and watch TV, so many people have lost their appreciation for God's gift of rain. They fail to see the promise of life it brings. The beauty it holds. We say the rain is a symbol of sadness. We use it to symbolize depression and pain in movies and other media. But I challenge you, next time it rains, look at it. Really look at it. Rain brings life, where is the pain in that? Rain brings beauty, why is that depressing? I challenge you to feel the rain, taste the rain, listen to the rain. God has given us the gift of rain. We should cherish it.

Thursday, April 24, 2008


Blogging is an interesting thing. A journal, but on the web where any can see. It makes me personally a bit tongue tied. But I enjoy it nonetheless. I have another blog, but it isn't really for me. It's more of a place where I type little notes for people I know who all want to hear about my life and can't be bothered to ask for themselves. I hope this one will be different.

I suppose I should tell anyone who might read this without knowing who I am a bit about myself. My name is Jessica, I am sixteen, but I don't yet have my permit. I am also a Christian, doing my best to grow closer to my Lord. My favorite colors are black, blue, red, dark brown, forest green, and hot pink. I love to read and aspire to be an author one day. I have blond hair that I wish was brown, blue eyes that I think are too small, and a round face. I'm not particularly happy with my looks, and though I've been told I'm pretty, I disagree. I'm a dancer, though I do Irish dance instead of Ballet like I would like to. But those are the surface things.

My favorite place to be is a message board. A bit strange, I know, but if you knew the people there, you would understand. The forum is for a Christian fantasy series by author Bryan Davis called Dragons in our Midst. Those of us belonging to the Forum Family, lovingly call our board DioM. Through this board I met my two best friends. They mean the world to me and I would do anything for them. Even die. *props chin on hand* Actually... I've done something for them that's even harder at times. I've lived for them. It comes with wonderful rewards. Such as the fact that I shall be meeting them in May. May 30th to be exact. I haven't a clue how I shall last til then, but I suppose I'll be kept busy by all sorts of time consuming, useless things. As well as the important things like talking with my Angels. That's what I call them: my Angels, or Valier nîn in Elvish. I love them more than anything of this earth.

Well, as the hour grows late and I've run out of things to say, I shall end now.

No galu govad gen. May blessings go with you.