There might live a hobbit."I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it's very difficult to find anyone," said Gandalf."I should think so — in these parts! We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!" said Bilbo.
My brother is turning sixteen tomorrow.
That is to say, he will turn sixteen around 12:30 am. He's that kind of boy. Random from the start.
Of course, he won't be a boy anymore. At least, according to American culture, he will be a man.
A fact that I delight and mourn.
I delight in it, because he will indeed be a man. A good, godly man that will one day make a wonderful husband for a lucky, lovely girl. He will be a man, from his dark brown hair and steel blue eyes down to his enormous big feet. One with a big, wide smile and a tender love for our mother, whom he hugs on a daily basis.
I mourn in it, for at the tick of that minute hand of the clock, he is no longer the little boy running about with his toys. He no longer stands up to my waist, but towers over me like a skyscraper over a Woolworth's store. His soprano voice is now a booming tenor. And soon, undoubtedly, he will be going to driving school and learn to drive much better than his older sister.
My little brother is growing up.
Whether I want him to or not.
But there is naught to be concerned. Although he can no longer jump on his bed without hitting his head on the ceiling, or fit himself into the dryer (an inside family joke), he will always be my little brother. And as his elder sister, I will have the joy of watching him grow more and more, until he becomes the man God means for him to be.
And I will stand there, and watch it all with a smile on my face.
Happy Birthday, Boo. I love you.
May I begin by saying two little words:
Oh, my.
It feels as though it has been ages since I has tapped a message onto this blog. I need only to look a little at my past posts to have mixed feelings at what I have written. One is that of a nagging feeling to return to my posts. Another is that of surprise at how incredibly self-centered my writings have been.
I am quite sorry to say, that I have not lived up to aspiring to be a Maiden of God. And for that, my dear readers (for any who still lurk upon this dusty web page), I apologize. I hope to come up with a new title that may still convey the same aspiration to pursuing God, while at the same time, not being over-the-top in a grandiose way.
So in that sense, allow me to (hopefully) add more recent posts to this blog. Ones that will try to be more humble, less boasting, and joyful and faithful to God's Word. I cannot say that my posts will succeed to such, so I ask, dear readers, that you will have patience with me, as God has had with all of us so many times.
In Christ Alone!
