The beauty of written words.

I hate reading books almost as much as I love it.
The beauty of written words engulfs me, and I always escape to a reality that isn't my own.
Unfortunately this alternate reality provided to me through each story I indulge,
is promised to come to an end.  My escape in turn, is only temporary.

I think this is the beauty of it.
To step in, live someone else's life,
exist in their reality,
and understand other people.

Yes, it may be fictional, but does that stop you from grasping life skills?
I enjoy learning someone else's perspective,
living their life,
learning their ways.
I hate leaving it,
I hate losing my escape,
I hate not being able to finish their lives for them,
but that is the beauty of written words.

I encourage you to read a book.
Get lost in someone else's reality,
you won't regret learning to be someone else.

It has taught me how to relate to many, and understand much.
So,
Read.

God Bless,
-andriadawn

Individual

" What shall it avail our nation if we can sent a man to the moon but we cannot cure the sickness of our cities? " - McCone Commission Report of the Watts Riot

I'm reading a book called a place to go a place to grow.  Its about the Challengers Boys and Girls Club.  I find that we often times underestimate to power of an individual.  I want to let you all know, we are capable of changing the world.  Maybe not drastically, or all at once, but one person at a time.  One person matters.  Make an impression!  One person's dream can change a community, a community can change a city, cities can change states, states can change countries, countries can change continents, continents can change individuals, who started the change.  Lives matter, so don't be discouraged.

So live passionately.  Let it be known that your life is unmistakably honest, and leave impressions.  Don't give up on your dreams, and help others believe in their own dreams.  Help me change the world, one individual at a time.  I praise God for who I am and the trials I face, because when he holds me up and covers me through the storm, other people notice I'm still standing, and I'm not capable of that on my own.

I live my life with the passion that explodes and overflows from me, and I pray to God that people are inspired by the plain honesty I live by.  I smile, and I hope that is an impression to change a life.  Be a life changer, and live your life as you.  I love you, and a life lived for others is as beautiful as it gets.

God bless.
- andriadawn

The beauty of a role model

Florence Patricia Ellis.

My role model and the woman that change my life and my ambitions.

My Girl Scout leader, my boys and girls club leader, my best friend, and most of all, a mother.

Mama Patt saved me from myself, and she was there when no one else was.  Her family is as my own and her life has inspired mine.  She has provided me with opportunities to meet so many people and step up into leadership positions and most of all, she has given me everything I’ve needed to allow myself to grow.  I have found myself, established myself, and it is all thanks to Patt Ellis.  Her heart gives me compassions, her determination gives me ambition.  Her faith led me to spirituality.  I don’t know how I will ever repay her, but I know I WILL go far in this life and I WILL succeed at all that I try to.  I intend on changing lives, or at the least allowing God to change lives through me.  I have had every opportunity I’ve ever needed to do so, and Mama Patt has given them all to me and inspired me to go forth. 

Thank you Mama Patt.  Thank you for saving me from myself, thank you for caring about me, thank you for loving me, thank you for taking interest in me, thank you for sticking with me, thank you for bringing me this far.  I will become all that I am capable of because of you.  Praise God for you.

I love you.

The beauty of a role model, especially mine, is the closet my mind will come to the beauty of God.  Her bright blue eyes, her giving heart, how I yearn to give the way she does.  I am a volunteer, and that is because of mama Patt.  How beautiful to see a selfless soul reach out, through the power of God, and save a child in whatever way they’re capable.  I will never comprehend, even as I take on these traits myself.  The only explanation I can give is love, outstanding love that pours out of your heart, most often found in those with a story they allow to change them.

I’d like to change something from my previous post, everyone has a story, something that could change them, if they allow it.

You are beautiful, in your own unique way.

2012

            2012.

 The New Year will be reined in tonight.  I’ve chosen a single word to base my entire year off of. 

Beautiful.

 My goal is to see, and write about, the world’s beauty.  I’d like to also focus on individuals’ unique beauty, as well as come to terms with the fact that my own natural beauty is from God, and therefore must be suitable for Him.

                I’d like to start with my inspiration.

 I met someone, on a trip I recently took with Girl Scouts.  I was strangely fascinated with her the moment I saw her.  I spent the next few days getting to know her.  She is very unique, very comfortable with herself, and her form of beauty astounds me still.  While our beliefs are slightly differently, I respect her very much.  She has a close knit family, and I can see in those huge green/blue/gray glass eyes that she yearns to bring them happiness.  Her heart is golden, and she treats everyone equally.  She wears no makeup; her hair falls natural and remains her natural color.  As I got to know there was a slight envy in my heart, because I wanted people to see me the way I see her.  She is slightly clumsy, awkward, and it all adds to her undying charisma.  She makes people laugh, and her aura lures people in, leading her to be well-loved.  She inspired me.  She inspired me to see the beauty in everyone, in everything, and most of all to find myself.  So I did, I tried hard to decide who I was and what my dreams were, and after a troubling night I decided it wasn’t my decision.  As I gave everything to God, I became confident in who I am.  I realize now, that me and this girl, we are very different in almost every way, but that doesn’t mean that one is beautiful and the other isn’t.  It simply means our beauty is expressed differently.  I will never forget her, because I intend on allowing her to be my lifelong inspiration to be myself, and to never try to be anything else.  She impacted my life in a way nobody has in a long time.  All-in-all I’ve learned that every single person has a story, something that has created who they are now, and every single person has the choice to keep writing, to create a better version than who they are now. 

Thank you, Rebecca Elizabeth Statum, for changing my life. 

Even the little things count.

P.S. you’re not only phenomenal and stellar,

 but also

BEAUTIFUL.

Forcefull

Maybe it’s not our job to force anything. Jesus went out, and he shared all the good news, and he told of the truth of God, but he never once forced himself upon anyone. He went out and offered the truth, and if you chose to pursue it then so be it. It was an option, as it should remain an option.
Yes, I stand strong in the word of God as what I believe in, and I will continue to be as open as I please on that fact. I am different, I am myself as God has made me, but I do not wish to make anyone feel forced or pressured to choose the path I walk along. 
God created us in His image, and though sin has disrupted what was originally perfect, He made beauty out of the destruction. Satan gave glory to God through his attempt to bring Him down. God took the imperfection, and gave us free will. We have option to believe whatever we wish. This in turn brings God more glory than ever, to choose Him through the blinding yet deceiving glare of sin that engulfs out world.
I wrap this up to share my personal opinion. I believe we will reach more people through the grace of God by simply maintaining our witness and being what you claim to believe. No one wants to be less, they want to be respected. In turn, they will respect you and your opinions. So let’s focus more on who we are and where we stand rather than turn up our nose and make people feel pressured to reach your level.
Thank you for reading this far, and God bless.

Example

Walking the streets of my small town, all I knew to do was wonder. No one is who they say they are, but everyone knows who you are. Nothing is ever quite right, but no one can ever do wrong. Humans, we live in a constant paradox. 
I see every soul walk by, and their faces each portray the truth they hide. We all hide. We’re ashamed of who we are. Yes, we’re flawed and filled with repulsive sin; but my God, our God, created each of us in his very own image. He knew what He wanted, and maybe that’s not exactly what you think you want, but God knows you better than you know yourself.
For every hidden person, every hurting person, for every paradox, flaw, and second-guess, you are no mistake. Find comfort in what you stand on rather than who you think you are. 
“’ All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls, but the word of the Lord remains forever.’ And this word is the good news that was preached to you. 1 Peter 1:24-25”
Maybe my words are filled with inspiration or the grammatical correctness of a professional author or a top blog, but I am simply myself and that’s all I can be.
I end my sporadic inspiration encouraging you to find the hidden souls and be an example. Embrace yourself for who God has made you and follow His path to reach points in your life you would never believe. You may be different, and it won’t be easy, but stand up for who you are and what you stand in. Watching the examples in my life helped me find who I am and what I believe in.
If you’ve made it this far I’d like to say thank you for bearing through my amateur writing style, and I hope you’ve made something out of it.
God Bless.

My day

I spent my day with my boyfriend, david kent layton's, mom and sister.we shopped, ate pizza, and went to the movies.  After we got back, me and david ate at huddle house and drove through Christmas in the park.  There I saw one fixture of soldiers dying trying to hold up our nations flag.  This made me wonder, our nation once stood for God, died for our nation to be grounded in God, yet we are so far from Him.  it makes me wonder, where are we and how did we get here? 
This was my thought of the day.
-adm