Brightening My Day - Even Though it's Night

Hey, everyone.
One of my best friends just said they love me, and it put me in a good mood. ^-^

It doesn't brighten my day
When someone tells me I'm sexy. I don't wake up and hope someone will tell me I should become a bikini model; I wake up thinking
"It's a beautiful day. My God loves me, and hey, I'm hot even if no one says so."

I wake up hoping that today will be better than yesterday, and maybe that I'll spread his word a little further today

What really brightens my day
Is when God takes the time
To say to my friends
"Hey, she needs you. Tell her you love her."

Not like in the romantic way. Just as a casual "Hey, I just wanted you to know that you mean a lot to me.
Thanks for loving on me,
I love you back."

That's what means the world to me. I'm getting more if that recently, and I just wanted you guys to know that no matter what gender you are, or how awkward or seems, I love hearing that I an valued. I have always had problems with self-esteem, and just hearing those three words brightens my day so much.
So thank you. Thanks so much to those of you who tell me on a daily basis. It means so much to me, so shout out to you.
You know who you are.
Yeah, this post is kind of short. Sorry. I was going to make this a poem, but it got too long, so that plan failed. Blog post was next on the list. :P
So, what's up with you guys? I would love to hear. I always love hearing from you guys.
Tell me how your day went, or what your are doing tomorrow, or what book you are currently reading, anything.
Thanks so much for reading.
As always, like this post, subscribe. And share with all of your friends so they can read, too. :)
I love you guys.
Stay awesome.
Have a blessed weekend. <3

"Put Your Arms Around Me"

Hey, everyone. :)

Here's a little something I cooked up over the last 20 minutes based on this picture.

 I hope you like it :)

Mercedes giggled as she was led over and through obstacles she couldn’t see.

“Where are we going, Luke?”

“You’ll see. Don’t take off the blindfold.”

“Come on!” she groaned good-naturedly, “I dressed for dinner! Where are you taking me?”

“You look great for what we are doing. Just a couple more seconds...and…” Mercedes felt him stop, and nearly stumbled into him. “Okay. Take it off.”

When her green eyes adjusted to the dark lighting, she laughed. “The Maxonn Theater? What are we doing here?”

“You know…” Luke said, drawing her up onto the old stage, “They used to hold balls here. They would hang chandeliers right there,” he pointed directly above them into the dark of the ceiling, “And roses there,” pointing to various places on the stage, “And everyone would stand right...about here.” He drew her to the middle of the stage.

“Stay there for just a second.” Mercedes laughed at the obvious excitement on his face.

He disappeared for a few minutes into the blackness around them, and then she saw him because suddenly it wasn’t dark anymore. In fact, a spotlight made her vision dance when she glanced up. She looked to see Luke pulling a bundle of roses in a pot to the side of the stage, and he moved a tripod camera so that it was facing her.

She laughed and smiled. Luke pushed a button on a laptop, and music echoed from unknown speakers around the room. When she looked back at him, he was holding a hand out,

“May I have this dance?”

She walked, doing her best to look dignified and took his hand. Her long white dress trailed in the dust, leaving a trail behind her.

When their fingers touched, he spun her around, and around, causing her dress to dance up in the air just high enough for her to look like a child.

As the music echoed around her, Mercedes sang along in her head. You can’t learn to fly on the way down.

Luke released her hand momentarily and she spun around, arms out like a bird. When she stopped to look back at him, he was on his knee, holding his hand out once again. Only this time, he was already holding something.

“Every year, on the anniversary of our meeting, I do something special, and I hope that every year, I surprise you more and more. This year I chose a solo dance. Dancing means everything to me-you know that. Dancing is a signature of love and passion mixed with every emotion that could ever be felt. You are...everything to me, Merc. Laughter, sadness, blessings, curses, you frustrate me, and make me the happiest person on the planet. You are the embodiment of dance. So…” He tugged at the collar of his white shirt. “Dance with me forever, Merc?”

She flung her arms out again, and danced over to him where she put her arms around his neck and laughed gently as he took her into his arms. Leaning her head near his ear, she whispered, “Yes.”

He swung her up into his arms, and she fell even farther in love with her Fiancé.

Have a wonderful week :)

The Little People

Hey, everyone.

So just a note before I get this post started, I am going to go through my old posts and start naming them instead of just using the date. It will take awhile, but hopefully, my blog will be easier to navigate afterwards. If you guys have any ideas about what I should name any posts, go to that post, and comment the name idea on it so I can pick one. :)

So the sermon just ended for my church, and tonight, the pastor was talking about how God used Jonah even though he was unwilling, and unskilled, etc. So that got me thinking about all the other people God uses, and the majority of them are the little people. David was a shepherd. Saul was bashful. Gideon was unwilling, Moses was a bad public speaker.
They were all useless in their own eyes - "not fit for the job description".
I often feel useless. I am terrible with that.

We are commanded in the bible to spread God's word to all corners of the earth, and yet, I am just so terrible at covering the majesty of God with only a few simple words.
There are so many other people who could do the job ten times better than me, but God has called me - a bad public speaker, only good with words on a page - to dare to try and describe his awe and glory.

Right at this moment, either you are thinking "she's too insecure." or "That's exactly how I feel."
Every one of us feels useless in some way. But ask yourself this: would God have called upon you to spread His love if He didn't think you were good enough for it?
Yeah - we are unworthy in so many ways. But here is one way we can even begin to repay our Lord.

God loves to use the little people. So even when you feel scared, or upset, or unworthy because we are just not the person for the job, remember that Jonah ran 3,000 miles and God still used him. Moses was used to lead thousands from slavery. Gideon was used to win an epic battle. David and Saul both became great kings. One God used as a lesson, the other, He used to rebuild His earthly kingdom.

God can use anyone and everyone. Even you.
The battle is brutal, my friend. Join the fight - every sword we win is another against the enemy.

Blessings, have a wonderful Sunday. :)

Jeremiah 29:11

Prayer Requests

Hey, everyone!

Sorry about the delay in posts! My friends have been going through a lot lately, and I'm trying to help them out.

That's actually what today's post is going to be about. I have five friends who need prayer and if you guys could just tale 10 seconds out of your day to pray for them, that would be wonderful.

The first one is DS. He is...struggling with his parents about some very particular things concerning his future, and he's just not doing well. He doesn't really want to talk about it which bugs me, because talking about something always makes one feel better. Pray that he would be given peace of mind, I guess and that his parents would see things from his perspective. I don't want him to end up doing something he hates, but also, we both know that he needs to respect his parents. So pray that he would be given the words to respectfully show his parents what he wants in life.

The second one is T. He has not checked in with me in awhile. His phone is broken, but I have messaged him on Facebook, and he sees the messages, but won't answer. I guess I don't know if anything is wrong in particular, but I do know that he is not a christian, so he can always use prayer.

DR, my "guy best friend" as always can use prayer because he is unconverted. He is supposedly going to ask a mystery girl out soon, so hopefully she will be somewhere near Christian and have a good impact on him.

K is unconverted, she also has 2 jobs and is struggling to keep up with school and life in general. Pray that soon she would be able to be with her parents.

H lastly. She is...at war with so many things. She has been broken over and over again and as her best friend, I am worried for her. She is a christian, but...her demons - shall we say - have been coming back to haunt her lately and I'm just worried that she will hold everything in. That is never healthy. She won't talk to anyone, and I'm just worried about her. I guess it's my mother hen coming out.

So that's it for now, I guess. Pray that Christ will help them through me or some other means. Also, I applied for a new, better paying job, so if you could pray that it gets accepted, that would be amazing.

Sorry for the lack of stories this time, guys. Gosh, it's been forever since I posted. I'll try to get something fun and entertaining up in the next couple weeks.
In the meantime, thanks for any prayers you may send Gods way for me and my friends. I appreciate it.

Thanks so much for reading! Please like this post, subscribe, share it so your friends can check me out, and Lord willing, I will post more this week. :)

Blessings in Christ.

Flatline

Here's something I just finished writing. :) It's pretty brief, only 800 words, but that's okay. :) I hope you like it. :)

Flatline

“I remember I was sitting one day on the curb. Dad had just told me he was leaving mom. He always had been closer to me than her.

I had just gotten out of school, so I was pretty down. What kind of a way to tell your daughter you are leaving is calling her on a phone?

I had tears dripping down my face when you just...walked by. Strumming on your guitar. Singing Hallelujah and then before I knew it, you were sitting in front of me, playing away, and singing and trying to make me smile.

“She tied you to her kitchen chair, she broke your throne and she cut your hair, and from your lips, she drew the Hallelujah.”

I don’t know why, but that made me feel...serene. There was something soothing about the way you sang and how your fingers plucked the strings like you weren’t doing it to impress anyone, you were just doing it because you wanted to.

You sat down in front of me, still playing, in the street, oblivious to the cars going by. A couple almost hit you, but you didn’t even jump.

Then you sang “When I look at you” and I smiled even though I had been crying. For those precious few minutes, I completely forgot about dad and mom and school and everything else. It was just me and you, singing and playing and laughing and smiling. Just like we always have.

I remember you asked me out that very night. Well, sort of. You told me that you were lonely, and so was I, and we were going to be happy together and we were going to go to dinner at Pilatza. I didn’t object. How could I? You were handsome, and sweet, and funny, I was lonely, and our hearts fit together even then when we first met.

We kept going out, and two weeks later, my dad had left, and I was crying again. You took me to the bay, and brought out your guitar and played “Kiss me”. So I did. I kissed you for the first time.

And when you sung “I think I wanna marry you”, we were 19 and had been going out for a year. And of course  mom didn’t care-she doesn’t care about anything. So we were married a year later. We used up all of your savings for the wedding, remember?

I can still see your face when the pastor said “You may kiss the bride”. You pulled me close and dipped me down over your knee, pressing your warm, live lips to mine.

I hated the marriage life at first, I’ll be honest. I had nothing to do all day. You made me quit my job, remember? And then when I did, all I ever did without you was read and read and read and even that got boring after awhile because finally my own prince charming was more appealing than the ones in all the books.

It didn’t take me very long to take back the boring life. In fact, this is me taking them back. I take it back, Alex Marchesun. I miss the boring life. I miss it.

Anyways, the doctors called me when I was browsing my book collection, and told me you had collapsed at work.

I rushed to the hospital, and it’s been two weeks. You haven’t woken up, and the doctors say you could be in a coma forever.

I’ve been meaning to tell you, babe. I am pregnant…

We’re going to have a baby.

So please...please wake up. Don’t leave me. I love you, and I want you to see this baby, and I can’t live without you.”

Alyson pressed her forehead to her comatose husband’s and gently lay her lips on his.

“I can’t live without you, baby. We’ve only been married a year. You can’t leave me. Please.”

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When Alex (my father) flatlined, mom told me that she didn’t even know it at first. She just woke up and his hand was on her shoulder. She looked around, and at first, she was ecstatic because he was healed, but then she looked down, and he was still in the bed.

He had died,  you see. But she looked back at the man with his hand on her shoulder, and he winked at her like he had all those years ago, took out a guitar, and played a song he called “Never Alone”. Before she saw him for the last time, he slid his hand beneath her ear, and kissed her brow, whispering that he could always hear her. Always.

Mother only has a few stories about daddy, but I never get tired of them.

Foster Care Lack of Prayer

Hello, gems. :)

So I have decided to maybe to daily or weekly prayer ideas, or something like that.

Anyways, today pray for the children in foster care. Pray that they would come to know how much they are loved by their foster families, and by Christ.
I am praying today specifically for the foster child of a family I know. Their child (Wolverine) has been in and out of the hospital since February, and last week he was finally getting better, and got to go home, but then a few days later, he developed an intestinal infection, and now he is back in the hospital. They began treatment this morning.

Please include this family in your prayers. Where many are gathered, there Christ will be also.
This woman is being so brave and strong and I admire her so much, and every time Wolverine gets hurt again, she gets torn. So pray that Christ would A.) Heal Wolverine, B.) Protect the family, and C.) Comfort Wolverine's foster mother.

Pray for me also, if you would. It seems I have picked up a little bug, and I have a pretty bad sore throat and congestion and all that fun stuff. Pray that I will get better so I can attend church, and work, and all my other duties. :) Thanks

I am working currently on Sniper again. I have not been keeping up on Sarah Seleky O.O I am a terrible person. Haha.
Really, though, I need to get to work some more. I was wondering what you guys think should happen next in Sniper?
We left off where Ana and Alex are both running. She thinks he is Blüd, and he thinks she is being dragged away.
I will be ending it soon, hopefully rounding it off to about 40 pages. A nice short story. :) Short...ish. Haha

So I know a lot of you college students are out of school now!!! Congrats to the Seniors who graduated this year! Way to hit that milestone! Praise God.

What are all of you doing this summer? I have July as the birthday month in my family, so I am bringing people out to lunch on their birthdays.

Also, we are having a lot of distant family come to visit for a graduation in the family, and most of them I haven't seen in years, so I am pretty excited for that.
And then sometime in August, we are hoping to go to Idaho to visit my grandparents.

I don't remember if I told you guys about my trying to eat healthy, but I AM! So yay! Haha It is going pretty well. I cheat every now and then like anyone who is on a diet will understand, but that's okay. As long as you are doing what you want, go for it.
Though I do not recommend that if you want to be an ax murderer. If you do, I would suggest you give up your dreams and invest in a really good therapist. Haha

Thanks so much for reading today, you guys! I really appreciate it!
Be sure to like this post, and subscribe so you can get more!
Also, comment and tell me what you guys are doing this summer! I am so excited!

Blessings in Christ. <3
Love you guys :)

Facebook Famous Killer

Good morning, beauties.

I was scrolling down my feed on facebook just now and saw an article from fox17 about a woman who neglected her child. Her child has now passed. I won't go into gory details, but I just felt like I had to say something.
I have lost faith in humanity. I honestly have. I suppose that just means we need to trust God all the more.
I just don't understand why...how anyone could do that to their own child. There are some sick people out there, and every day I think there is no more faith for me to lose and then I just lose more. It's like a never ending hole. It never fills up.
My mom works for an adoption organization, so maybe that is why I am so sensitive to these things, but I just don't get it.
This small, barely breathing, Dependant child is yours, and how could you ever let it down? What could possess you to do something like that?
Tears come to my eyes when I think of this because that is a baby. It had so much potential and if you were never going to care for it, then you never deserved it.

Today, please pray for all the children in need. Adopted, foster, neglected, etc.
Pray that they will have the strength to push through and survive. And when they grow older, give them the sense and courage to let go and be held by their heavenly father.

Blessings to you all today.
Thanks for reading, gems.

Top 3 Lies

Hey, everyone.

So today, I am going to prove how much I trust all of you, and see how many of you trust me.
You guys have been with me from the start, and I can't thank you enough for that.
I trust every last one of you.
To prove so, I am going to tell you guys the top 3 lies I have ever told. A couple of them you already know, but here goes. They aren't necessarily in order.

1. "I am fine"
This is one of the ones you already know. I don't remember the last time I was 'fine'. I'm not fine, and I don't know if I ever will be. Life gets hard. That's when God expects us to trust Him the most. When He sends us trials, He just wants us to let go, and be held. I don't know how to do that, sometimes, and I know that when people ask me if I'm okay, my automatic response is "I am fine". Well here's to all of you who have witnessed the lie: I'm not fine. And that's okay. Jesus leads me all the way.

2. I have lied about who I am.
Most of you know that Marisa is a pseudo name. Some of you know what my real name is. One person in particular guessed who I am correctly, and when asked if he was correct, I lied to him and told him he was wrong. I told him I was someone else. I know it was wrong, and at first, it was a joke. But now it haunts me, and I don't know how to tell him the truth. I see him sometimes - he knows me. He just doesn't know it. In fact, he has known me for almost 5 years now, I think. I don't want him to hate me, and I don't know how to tell him who I really am without making him hate me. But the longer I wait, the harder it gets.  Please give me advice. And also pray for me. Pray really hard for me. I am scared of losing someone I never thought I would be afraid to lose.

3. This last one is not so much a lie as an act. And I put it to use daily. There is a certain relative of mine. For the sake of privacy, I will call her L. L is stunning. She is sweet, hardworking, funny, kind, and...non christian. She has gone through a lot in her life and so my other relatives treat her with a higher respect than any of the rest of us. Including me. She has lied to me, and hurt me, and broken me so many times. I am dead-jealous if her and in a way, I wish I could have her life. She gets whatever she wants, everyone likes her, she is smart, and she has hurt me. I think she has a vague idea that she has hurt me, but I have never told her flat out. I have certain friends who encourage me to tell her because if I don't, she will keep hurting me without knowing she is doing it. The problem is this: if I tell her, she will likely tell her father. Her father (being very protective) will likely tell my mother. And my mother will be angry at me. So the lie is this: I love her unconditionally and could never be angry with her. I am so so angry at her, but I can't not love her. I don't want to hurt her despite the fact that she keeps hurting me. Again, please give me advice, and pray. Pray, pray, pray. For her soul, for my heart, and pray that I would have the wisdom to know whether I need to tell her.

So there you have it. My top three lies. I have trusted all of you with this. Now I am asking you to trust me. What are your top 3 lies? Comment, email me, chat me, anything so that I know someone read this. If you don't want anyone to know, I think there is an option under here for an anonymous comment. Please speak. Its confession time.

I hope you all are praying for me as much as I pray for you.
Blessings from Christ.

Post 1

Alrighty! So here is post number one after spring break!
I woke up this morning to the soothing sound of rain dripping on the roof, and then got up and went to breakfast with my cousin. Yesterday's weather was absolutely gorgeous! I wore short sleeves, and I wasn't cold! It was so awesome. I got a nap in-which is nice because I worked 30 hours last week, and I really needed it.
I got absolutely nothing done writing-wise over spring break, so I made a point of writing for awhile this morning. I wrote Sarah Seleky's prompt. You guys should all check her out. She really stimulates the brain.

Today’s Prompt: Write a scene that goes backwards in time. Start at the end, and finish at the start.

As the tears dripped from her eyes, falling like snowflakes on the cold face of her dying friend, Isabel knew two things: first, this was not supposed to have happened. Second, she would have revenge.

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When Isabel fell to the ground, gasping for breath in this new world, she smiled. Looking around, she found herself in a completely different time than 3162. She glanced over at Marcol who was grinning up at the sky like a newborn. He threw his arms around her and lifted her up, spinning her around.

“We did it!” He bellowed, laughing excitedly. Isabel joined him in his glee and together they ran down the hill they had appeared on.

A stone appeared in front of Isabel’s toe, tripping her down. She squealed and Marcol launched himself after her. They both rolled down the hill, giggling like children. When they reached the bottom, Isabel looked over at him, a smile touching her eyes. His own were closed, and a radiant smile still decked his face.

She reached over, pressing a hand to his tanned cheek. “We did it,” she whispered, “We did it.”

When his smile grew no larger, and his voice did not echo in her own ears, Isabel said his name.

“Marcol?” No answer. “Marcol? Come on, this isn’t funny.” Her smile fading, she touched his inner wrist with her thumb, pressing hard, searching for a pulse. Dimly receding, it knocked back into her skin.

Isabel lifted his head up onto her lap. She yelled his name over and over, and when he finally opened his eyes, he smiled, lifted his hand to her face, and closed his eyes again. She glanced down his form, and found a hole, blooming with his hot blood. She could hardly feel the warmth seeping into her clothes as he gave his last breath in this new world.

“Don’t leave me...” she pleaded.

And as the tears dripped from her eyes, falling like snowflakes on the cold face of her dying friend, Isabel knew two things: first, this was not supposed to have happened. Second, she would have revenge.

So there you have it. My prompt for today. If any of you guys decide to write that prompt from today, I would love love love to read what you have. Thanks so much for reading. :)
I wrote quite a bit of poetry last week, so check me out on hellopoetry,com. My name is Marisa Lu Makil, and I would love love to read any of your poetry if you already have an account. :) Thanks again for reading! I love every one of you guys!
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I wish you every blessing this week!

He who testifies to these things says, "Yes, I am coming soon." Amen. Come, Lord Jesus.
-Revelation 22: 20

Spring Break Is Here

Hello, gems.
Happy happy spring break!
I am pretty hyped that spring break is finally here. It means no school, less volunteer activities.
And since it is getting warmer, everyone will be out and about more often which means more money at work. So far I don't have any plans for spring break other than work, but that is so okay with me. It means I have plenty of time to go on long walks, listen to music, and read, read, read. I am very excited.
Mom made a wonderful breakfast this morning of eggs, sausage, and glazed cake donuts. I can't wait to eat it!
The weather is gorgeous, the sun is shining, people are outside, and the flowers are pushing up. Trees are stretching their long branches to the sky begging the sun to come closer and grow their leaves.
Birds are taking to the air, chirping a morning song in the day, and lullabies at night.

Have a blessed spring break. <3