Wild Flowers

This is day 10 of Kim Klassen's 12 Days of Textures

Sometimes I get scared of what will happen in the future, only because I don't know what is going to happen.  Questions start running through my head and I slowly begin to panic.  During the moments when I lose sight of my path, God calms my worries and reminds me that He has a plan for my life.  His plan is better than anything that I could ever imagine and so I do not have to worry.  I hope that God speaks to you in a similar way, remember that He has a plan for your life too!


P.S. Due to the amount of dreamy and whimsical photos that I have been posting lately, I feel like I have to make a disclaimer:

I have an imaginary world where fairies and magic are my constant companion, but that world is only imaginary.  I also live in a real world; in this world I worship one God and I do not believe in fairies or magic.
I am a child of God and He created me to be creative. Through my creativity I do not want to accidentally promote something that I do not truly believe in. So this is my disclaimer!  It might not really be necessary but I felt a little bothered when I realized how I might have been coming off.

Que te vaya bien!

Listening to:

True Punishment

      Once upon a time, when I was a mere youngster, my family and I lived in neighborhood and I had a lot of neighborhood friends.  One day my friends came over and proceeded to convince me to climb the fence with them in order to explore the creepy abandoned trailer that was hidden in the shrubbery a little ways from my house.  Now, being the upstanding little girl that I was and knowing that my mother had told me multiple times NOT to go anywhere near that trailer, I decided that it was best for me to write my mother a little note telling her where I was and to not worry about me. 
      I remember practically shaking as I wrote the note, left it on her dresser, and followed my friends over the fence.  I remember approaching the tall wooden fence that surrounded the trailer's yard and hoping, wishing, and praying that it contained a fairy world on the other side instead of what I knew would really be there. I remember walking into the trailer to see it completely trashed with graffiti covering the walls. I remember the sound of my mother's panic whistle as I raced back home. I remember the guilt and what I know understand is apprehension as my mother told me to wait until my father gets home for punishment. Most of all, I remember how long it took for dad to get home, how long it took for him to bring it up, and just how extremely terrible I felt waiting for that punishment to arrive.

In the end I learned that true punishment is knowing that you did something that disappoints your parents and that waiting for the spanking is worse than actually receiving the spanking.