Something I wrote on International Women's Day:

If I had any relationship to 21st century feminism, it would be a very awkward one. If people insist that you're a feminist if you support women, then I would be a very bad, very awkward one.
Feminism used to be about equality and fair treatment, but today's feminism just seems constrictive and judgmental. I'm pro life, I'm against homosexuality and co.; and I'd love more than anything to have platonic coffee talk sessions with the opposite gender. I just don't fit anywhere in today's feminism, and I don't think they'd like to make room for me.
I don't mind that much, though. I think when you see any one earthly thing (such as men) as the cause for all the world's problems, it can make you sink into a dark, painful place. You become bitter, because it's like fixing a leak in a pipe that gushing water.
Men are not the problem. Nor are women. Sin is the problem, and if we operated more by Jesus' love and sacrifice, and our love for him, there would be a lot less crankiness and fighting and hurt feelings. At least in my corner of the house.

Happy Easter

"Who's done it?" cried Susan. "What does it mean? Is it more magic?"
"Yes!" said a great voice from behind their backs. "It is more magic." They looked round. There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.

In Which Stuff Happens (and Coffee)

    ...In that I got the best cat in the world.  He was a furry therapist/anti-depressant to me, and we lost him last summer.

    ...In that I grew up a bit and got a life (and friends!).

    ...And in that I decided to share more of my writing, at the recommendation of one of said friends.  Because many friends can and often do make good recommendations (unless they're bank robbers), and I like making people laugh and think.  Also, transparency is a valuable thing.  

    Some say the Internet is like the One Ring - it grants invisibility, and corrupts many under its power into becoming mean, trolling, Gollum-like creatures.  I think it's had the opposite effect of making me sillier, and braver to say things I would be too shy to say in person. That can have its drawbacks, but hey, I'll take what I can get.

     When I think about what to write, Peter Quill's words come to mind: "Something good, something bad - maybe a bit of both."  And that suits me just fine.

     So.  Prepare for funny.  Prepare for weird.  And prepare for a bit of both.

Of Poems and Links

Alrighty, my dear readers! I have stayed away from the blog long enough! Here's the poem of the day, and below that, a lovely link to an adorable blog!

When Pigs Fly

When pigs fly,
You and I -
Shall be together.

When fish breathe,
We shall leave and cleave -
Through all the stormy weather.

There's a place with two Sundays in a row,
Where July has its weekly snow,
And in winter, hills grow heather.

But all I know,
Is there's a yes and a no,
And that Love is an always -
Or a never.

And now for the link:
http://milasdaydreams.blogspot.com/

In A Hole In The Ground...

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

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.

An Update

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!