A Flower For My Thoughts

 Remember how everything remains beautiful;
how everything  stays better than the sum of its parts. 
  

Will you?

This is not my style but I would risk deviating for the sake of my amusement.

I used to have a lot of random notes stuck on my journal-- from friends and strangers--but it seems like I'm running out of those precious things now.

So now, I am  asking the world to speak their mind. All you have to do is to leave a piece of your heart in my inbox--deniecepineda[at]gmail[dot]com--and tell me anything, anything that you wish to say. 

Go ahead. Surprise me. 

"I have so much to write you, but I do not want to do so with paper and ink. I hope to see you soon, and we will talk face to face." (3 John 13)

Reminder: For Me, Noah and the Whale

But to His child, the Lord says: 

No, not until you are satisfied, fulfilled, and content with being loved by Me; with giving yourself totally and unreservedly to Me to have an intensely personal relationship with Me alone, discovering that only in Me is your satisfaction to be found. 

Only then will you be capable of the most perfect relationship that I have planned for you. I want you to stop planning, stop wishing, and allow Me to give you the most thrilling plan existing… one that you cannot imagine.

I want you to have the best. Please allow Me to bring it to you. You just keep watching Me. Keep experiencing the satisfaction that I am. Keep listening and learning the things that I tell you. Just waiting-that’s all.

Don’t be anxious. Don’t worry. Don’t look around at all the things others have gotten or that I have given them. Don’t look at all the things you think you want. Just keep looking up to Me. 

And then, when I know you are ready, I’ll surprise you with a love far wonderful than any you would dream of. You see, I’m working at this moment to have you both ready at the same time. 

Until you are satisfied exclusively with Me, and the life I’ve given you, you won’t be able to experience the love that exemplifies your relationship with Me.

Dear one, I want you to have this most wonderful love, I want you to see in the flesh a picture of your relationship with Me, and to enjoy materially and concretely the everlasting union of beauty, perfection, and love that I offer you with myself. “Know that I love you utterly. Be satisfied in Me."*

For in the perfect time, like a well-orchestrated symphony, I will finally meet you. I don't know when and how.. but for now, I will live each day waiting-- trusting and praying that all is well with you. 

Goodnight. 

Maybe Tonight

Excuse me while I forget about grammar and style. Excuse me while I da-da-da my thoughts away.

Maybe tonight I can say that there is more to life than going home late, all worn out from my day job and JUST call March 28 a day. Don't get me wrong, I love my job, I really do but I'm afraid all work and no play made Jill a dull girl. A dull girl in this circadian rhythm.

Maybe tonight I will have to do something about it by doing some things that I enjoy doing-- listen to happy to sappy songs, sing while reading Daniel Handler, sing while stalking, I mean, starving?

Perhaps it's a good time to throw an argument with someone, (cut the starving) eat sweets, eat mommy's breakfast? Or just digress from the usual weekday evening just for the heck of it.

"Freedom Night!" I miss yelling that.

What is "Freedom Night"?

When I was in college, me and my dorm mates would have this one sweet evening when we'll give any school-related stuff its well-deserved break. We'd watch movies, have our McD's delivered at 2 in the morning, pull a prank in the ladies' room, stay up late (really late) and just 'carpe diem'.

There are a lot of things that I would like to do and tonight may not be the best night, but it is not the worst either.

Q21

I have so much to say to you. 
I want to begin at the beginning 
because this is what you deserve. 
I want to tell you everything, 
without leaving any single detail. 
But where is the beginning?

And what is everything?

                                                               J.S. Foer

Tonight, I did a monologue in front of the massive moon, and it went this way:

"Believe me, Luna, it was implied: Never ever uncover your fears to a human being.

Or if you can't help it, remember Jonathan Safran Foer's words: '..you have to put your fears in order.'"

I would rather end up with someone who sees through the beauty of words, not necessarily, exactly the way I do, but for the basic parts, the fundamentals. For example, the beauty and grandeur of the words: "I love you."

...and may His glory shine round about you this Christmas Day.

Q20

As she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bowl of candy, and all alone in the house, the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed. 

A Tree Grows In Brooklyn | Betty Smith