Direct My 2017

2016 has been a big year for me.  There have been times that have felt like more than I can take, and times that I will forever cherish in my memories.  Today I came home from a retreat at my favorite place in the world, hanged out with some old acquaintances who are now awesome friends, and gained much inspiration to fully dedicate myself to Christ in 2017.  The Lord has worked in my heart so much this year, and I can’t begin to list all the things He has taught me.  If I had to summarize everything, it would have to be that He is always there, His way is best, He never fails, and my wildest dreams can not compare to the awesomeness of His plans for me.  I’ve made more mistakes than I can number, I cried more tears than I can count, and I’ve felt my fair share of heart ache.  But He forgave my mistakes, He dried every tear, and He took the pain and made it one of the most beautiful and happiest experiences I’ve ever had.  I know 2017 won’t be perfect, and I don’t what all I’ll have to face, but I’m ready; because He direct my paths.  Will you let Him direct your’s?

Check out my New Year’s resolution here.  Happy New Year!



A Peek at A Greater Divide

Hey Y’all!

If you read this post, you’ll know that my life was pretty crazy last month due to an almost move, and so I pretty much just gave up on the idea of NaNo this year.  BUT, I did write a little of my novel, A Greater Divide(which I will totally keep working on), and I thought I’d let you guys take a peek at Chapter One…



“Sssshhhh! Quiet!” I held a finger up to my pink lips as my cousin, Marius, nearly tripped over his own two feet and bumped into me.

“I know, I know. I’m trying.”  He nodded as he whispered hoarsely, “But I am supposed to be in the front anyways, remember?”.

It was true.  Marius was the one with all the brains in the operation, as usual, and the only person I suspected in the entire kingdom who knew how to get us out of this wretched place of death and decay.  Even in the underground tunnel, the stench of disease surrounded us in a thick fog; filling our heads and lungs like a poisonous fume.  The sickness strangely appeared not to be contagious, but broke out in different sectors amongst the young and the old.  It seemed to always be creating a battle plan of how to viciously attack the next innocent victim with it’s menacing arrows of terror.  Fortunately, neither Marius nor I had yet to come down with The Fever for which no cure had been discovered.  We would not let it take control of us as it had so many others.  Under the cover of night in hushed tones, everyone had advised against our endeavor to escape.  They said it could not be done, naming it utterly and completely impossible.  However, we weren’t taking no for an answer.  Our families were gone; there was nothing left to keep us here.  We would escape…and we intended to survive.

Though confident in my cousin’s knowledge, I must admit that I had never been entirely comfortable with the plan.  Marius adamantly refused to expose any information other than the obvious.  He said it was safer that way.  I chose to trust him-at least this once.

“Yeah.”  I sighed.  I stood flat against the wall in order to let Marius in front of me.  I handed him the candle that flickered in tinsy spews; I frowned as it dared to go out.  Marius took it from my steady hand and slowly began to move deeper into the hauntingly dark, narrow tunnel.  I trailed close behind him; often too afraid to even breathe for fear that it would echo throughout; alerting the guards that were no doubt patrolling on top of us at this very moment.

“How much farther?”  I asked in a voice that was barely audible despite the fact that my mouth was within inches of his ear.

“If my estimates are correct, we should be to the end in about another 47.3 feet.”  He replied in an equally quiet voice.

Refraining a snort I whispered sarcastically.  “Now how on earth do you calculate that your estimates are that close to being correct?”

Even though I couldn’t see his face I knew he was smiling.  “It’s called genius, my cousin, pure genius.”

“Very funny.”

We continued to tip-toe quietly, and soon reached the end.  Shockingly, Marius’ calculations were frighteningly accurate.  We pushed the tunnel door open and grimaced as it let out a whining, but fortunately soft, creak.  Marius blew out the candle with a silent puff! and placed it back inside the tunnel in an old bucket so that no one would see it right off…if they even found the tunnel, that is.

“We’re heading for the forest.”  Marius mouthed and pointed into the distance where it was just barely visible.

“What if someone sees us?”  I mouthed back.

“Don’t stop to find out.”  Motioning for me to follow him with his hand, he crouched low to the ground and began to maneuver his way as quickly and silently as possible across the field.  It seemed to be an ocean’s length between the tunnel overgrown with vines and shrubbery to the dense tree line; with my long legs I managed to stay right at his heels.  Aside from the moon peeping out now and then, the night was empty of color, for it appeared that we had by good fortune received cloud coverage.  Please, please don’t let anyone see us!  I prayed silently. Suddenly, a distant horn sounded behind us and the kingdom walls lit up instantly after; one window at a time.  Our escape had been discovered.

Marius pushed me in front of him and yelled in my ear, “To the tree line, hurry!”.

I nodded and began to run faster than I ever had in my life; picking up my long skirts as best as I could so that I wouldn’t trip over them.  I soon noticed that my cousin was beginning to trail behind me, for he was on the shorter side and had equally small legs.  I could hear the faint shouts of the kingdom’s infantry; the ground began to shake with the sound of hoof beats reverberating across the plain.

“Marius, come on!”  I grabbed his hand and we continued to run as quickly as possible.  The forest was only a short ways away, but the enemy was gaining ground.

“A little farther!”  I pushed with all the energy and vigor I could muster; the first of the trees being just yards away.

As soon as we entered the forest, we continued to run while thankfully being able to avoid most of the tree roots, logs, vines and other hazards that tried to slow us down.  Both of us were breathing heavily, and I knew that we couldn’t continue like this for much longer.  I now easily heard the shouts between men, and I knew that they were slowly but surely tracking us down.

“We…have…to find…a place….to hide.”  Marius managed to say between gasps for air.

“Ye..s…”  I managed to respond.  My eyes scanned the forest trees; my night vision had kicked in.  Specifically, I was looking for a hollow one-one that we could easily slip into while still being big enough to hide two teens.

“There!”  Marius pointed; he had apparently had the same idea that I had.  Up ahead was a giant oak, and I could slightly make out a hole at the bottom of it.  I breathed a sigh of relief-it looked just big enough to crawl through.  I was hoping beyond hope that both of us could fit inside.

“Go, get in!”  Marius shoved me inside the tree in urgency; he squeezed in directly behind.

The inside of the tree was dry and without a trace of dew or moisture.  It was surprisingly much larger than I had thought and the inside was most certainly hollow.  The smell of oak was strong enough to make my head ache, and even though I usually enjoy the scent, at the moment the severity of it made it quite atrocious.

“Can you go back any farther?”  Marius asked.

“I don’t think so…”  I replied.  My hands searched in the dark; hoping to meet more space instead of tight walls.  We were without any more luck.

“Nope. This is as far I can go.”  I scrunched up into a tight ball as Marius squeezed even closer to my side.

“Well,”  He sighed.  “We should be safe here…at least for now.”


Congrats if you read the entire post(the chapter was about 1,000 words!)! 😛  I hope you all enjoyed, and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE critique me! xD  Any advice would be much appreciated. 🙂

Stay amazin,


Hello, Winter…

GUYS.  I’M IN SHOCK.  HOW IS IT DECEMBER 1ST?!?!?!!! *dies and then comes back to life to squeal* *SQUEALS* Wow, this year has REALLY flown! 😀 I’m so stoked for Christmas!  Anywhooooo, it is starting, I repeat, starting to look like winter here, and I couldn’t resist taking some photos(even if it is just a bunch of bare trees…*shrugs innocently*). ;P

Just a few leaves…





A rather sad looking bird nest…







Yes, we do still have some green down here…well, actually, make that A LOT, lol ;P






So dead… 😦 But I still think it looks kinda cool *shrugs*









I LOVE the shadows!! 😀


Ok, yes, this one is pretty fallish…but I couldn’t resist! XD



I hope you guys enjoyed these! 😀 Hopefully I’ll be able to get some Christmas-y  pics at a parade or festival in the next few weeks. 😉

Stay amazin,




The Escape Route

On our way to our relatives’ houses for Thanksgiving, my family and I passed an ambulance.  We were able to catch just a glimpse of who was inside.  My dad said it was a little girl; my siblings insisted that it was a little boy.  Whatever the gender, we all knew that it was a child.  Passing by that emergency vehicle, the thought hit me harder than it ever had before…life is fragile.  Without God’s incomprehensible knowledge, we would be mere robots.  But He gave us a conscience…thoughts…a soul.  As I lifted up a silent prayer for that child, I realized that not only are our physical bodies so dependent on God, but even more so dependent on Him are our mental states.  I personally know that I wouldn’t be where I am; wouldn’t live the life that I’m living; without having been born into a Christian family and accepting Christ as my personal Savior years ago.  I don’t even want to think about how terrible of a state I’d be in.  Because the struggle is real.  Literally.  It’s not easy to navigate the teen years.  There is peer pressure, corrupt media, horrid influences, confused feelings, and a seemingly endless mission to find purpose.  Even for Christian teens like me who have been as sheltered as possible from all the negativities of our world.  We have problems, fears, and temptations just like that kid down the block…but we have Jesus.  Without Him, I would be nothing.  Without Him, I am nothing.  He is the reason why I wake up every day with hopes, dreams, and the persistent whisper that I am known and so very dearly loved.

I’m honestly not surprised to see the world the way it is.  People are searching; searching for something to satisfy their starving souls.  Time and time again, they come up empty , and they don’t understand why.  Then they go right on to the next thing just to be let down and crushed once more.

Jesus is our escape route.

Jesus is our escape route.  Now, more than ever, we need to be spreading the news that there is a Way, and there is Life.  A Life of freedom from the chains of destruction, doubt, and death.  So live with this knowledge and shine.  Part the darkness, spread the news; there is hope for the lost.

TTIWC #4: A Life Bare of Love


It is said that a kingdom rests on it’s rulers,

On Kings, Queens, Princes, and their beautiful Daughters.

So richly pleasant it seems to be,

But there is one who calls it treachery.

She has brunette hair,

Wears scarlet, cream and white.

How she despises the dignitary life!

She names it a dreadful, haunting curse.

For you’re locked inside stone castle walls,

Knights patrol all day long.

There is no key to freedom,

No relief from this misery,

Caged like an animal,

With you’re name imprinted in history;

But no one cares.

They never knew how much you wanted to fly,

How you’ve longed to soar into their way of life.

How’d you’d give anything to be like them,

To know that for once,

someone was kind;

Not because if they did not,

They would be punished,

Or perhaps die.

But simply to know you,

And to be by your side.

Tis a woeful tragedy,

To see someone look so lost in their own home.

The regal life is bare of love.




TTIWC #2: Her World {{Part One}}

Hello, my lovely readers! 😀

I’m participating in Grace’s Think to Ink Writing Camp on Team Pen!!!  Let’s go team!!! 😀

Here is my entry!  Grace, I used all three prompts and mentioned the word pen. 🙂

I had never been one to ‘think outside the box’.  Creativity was a meaningless word, fairy tales were myths made up by people who’s brains were literally out of this world; and books?  Well, books were just boring.  One day however, everything changed…


“Yeah, Mom?”  I leaned over the stair railing to see my parents sitting on the couch in our living room.

My parents looked up; their faces held a look that was unfamiliar.

“Son, um…why don’t you join your mother and I?”  My Dad called.

“Sure.”  I said as I plodded down the stairs and sat in a cushioned chair across from them.

They looked hesitantly at each other; seconds later my Mom questioned “Matthew Dear, do you remember your cousin Emily?”.

I traced my memory…a petite girl with dark hair, bright eyes, and pale skin popped into my mind.


“Oh, yeah, sure.  I remember her.”  I nodded.

“Well, you know that she’s an orphan, and that she’s been living with her Father’s oldest sister?”

“Yes mam, I remember hearing that.”

“She died.  Emily’s aunt.”  Dad said.  “We’re Emily’s only relatives.”

I groaned inwardly.  I knew where this was going.

They most have noted my expression.  “Now Son, it won’t be all that bad; Emily’s a sweet girl, I’m sure-”

“I know, I know, Mom.  It’s fine.”  I held up my hands in a reassuring manner.  “So when is she coming to live with us?”



I walked down the hallway and approached the closed door to Emily’s bedroom, knocking on it softly.

“Who is it?”  I could barely make out the small voice.

Three words, I smiled to myself.  My cousin had been here for a whole week and hadn’t made a sound until this moment; aside from a few no-sense mumblings.   “Matthew.”

“Come in.”


I opened the door slowly.  Emily was already in her pajamas, sitting on her bed.  She gazed out the window at the night sky that was overflowing with stars and moon beams.


I cleared my throat to get her attention.  She turned her head and looked at me in a way I found rather odd.

“Uh, Mom said that you might need these for your homework.”  I said as I set a cup full of brightly colored pens on her desk.

She didn’t reply; only continued to stare at me in that odd, uncomfortable way.  Narrowing her eyes, she looked over me head to toe as if examining me.

Ok…this girl is weirder than I thought.  Kinda creepy.

“Um…well..I’d better, you know, get ready for bed.”  I mumbled as I headed for the door.

“Wait!”  She exclaimed with a tone of urgency.

Surprised, I turned to face her again.  “Yeah?”

Her lips formed an apologetic grin.  “Matthew; I apologize.  I guess I’m scaring you a little.”  She laughed nervously.

I smiled back.  “Not really.  Just…well…”

She nodded and figured her ink colored hair.  “I know.  I come off as rather weird to a lot of people.”

“I wouldn’t say that…”  I tried to say it truthfully.  So she talks, but she is odd.

“Well, thank you for bringing me the pens, Matthew.  I appreciate it.”  She thanked me politely.

“No problem.  Good night.”  I gave a half wave as I was about to close the door behind me.

“Matthew!”  She called out again.

I smiled to myself.  “Yep?”

She sighed and said hesitantly “I need you to show me your basement.”

I cocked my head to one side.  “Uh, ok…I guess I can show you it tomorrow…”

“No.  Now.”  She said with a quiet, but serious voice.

This girl gets weirder by the secondWhat would a girl want to do in a dusty basement anyways?


“Yes. Now.”  She hopped off her bed and then pushed past me into the hallway.

“Lead the way.”  She urged.

I shook my head in defeat and waved my hand for her to follow me.  I have a feeling that this is one cousin I’ll never understand…

We padded softly down the stairs, and I led her to the now dark, living room.  My parents had retired early.

I lifted up a large, red rug which revealed a trap door.  I opened the door and nodded to Emily; giving her the OK to descend into the black mist.  Her eyes lit up with courage, exhilaration, and something I couldn’t quite make out.  She hadn’t spoken, hadn’t made a sound, but that look in her eyes told me exactly what was about to happen…something that I would spend the rest of my life trying to understand.


I watched as she disappeared into the shadows.  As soon as she was gone, I followed.

The darkness enveloped me like a thick fog, and the stuffy air made it difficult to breathe.  Strangely, the further I went down the rickety stairs, the better I was able to see.  But I was not expecting to see this…

My eyes opened wide in shock and my chin dropped to the floor as I surveyed my surroundings.  We no longer had a basement; from appearances, we were in some kind of castle corridor!  Candles were lit and gave the corridor a rather spooky appearance as they casted their glow on gray, stone walls. The ceiling rose high into the shape of an arrow’s tip, and the same shape had been made of seemingly closed-in passage ways. 


Emily had vanished, but to my relief, poked her head out of a hallway.  “Hurry!”  She motioned to me with her hands.

I quickened my step, and rounded the corner; following her.  “I must be dreaming…”, I murmured to myself.

She went down another hallway, passed two wooden doors with rusty hinges, going on to the third.  I approached her side as she gave six hollow sounding knocks, and to my surprise, the door opened with a loud groan of protest.  She entered; pulling me with her.  “Come on!”

The room was lit with the gentle light of an oil lamp.  It sat on a wooden table that was littered with books, maps, and yellowed papers.  The only other contents of the room was an old chair that was covered in musty cobwebs.  Light poured in through a barred window and illuminated the face of a slender girl who appeared to be our age, with golden waves and hazel eyes.


She turned and looked as if she’d been expecting us.

“Good. You’re here.  The Elivians have been searching.”

“So that’s what you are…”  I whispered in awe.






Frozen Beauty

*credit to the owner of image*

The snow was falling in light, crisp, flakes of powdery white.  They danced like miniature ballerinas to a tune sung by Nature itself.  The air was frozen and the wind just as cold.  It cut my face and chilled my bones, but I was oblivious to it.  The mountains towered majestically before me; their caps blanketed in beauty.  Fir trees had made their magical forests’ about the bases of the mountains; their greenery making the blue canvas seem less blended and gave it life.  The lake shimmered and reflected the view on it’s glassy mirror of turquoise blue.  It was seemingly so fragile that the tiniest bit of weight would shatter the glistening face.  I walked through the snow to a lone bench.  Long forgotten it has sat here for years; the birds and squirrels as it’s only company when Spring came to warm the Earth.  I gently caressed it as I brushed off the snow.  Sitting down, I proceeded to put on my skates.  They were as white as my surroundings, with silver laces and blades that curved and swirled.  Standing up, I turned my feet so that the blades would press into the snow, so I wouldn’t topple over on my face.  Confidently, I went to the frozen water’s edge.  As my steely blades touched ice, my legs quivered with excitement and anticipation; the feeling is not unfamiliar.  I put one foot in front of the other, gliding, sliding, in a graceful manner.  I skated around the lake; my face bright red from the cold and glowing in awe.  On the shore, a Robin could be seen sitting deep into it’s nest, afraid of the cold, I smiled.  The world passed by in slow motion.  All was still.  Quiet.  The only sound was that of my skates making their comforting wish, swoosh, wish, swoosh.  I was coming near the lake’s edge now, so I sharply, but expertly turned and began to pick up speed.  Faster and faster I skated; my blades cutting into and out of the ice.  I continued to pick up speed until I reached the center of the lake where I made a figure eight; my golden hair flying behind me.   Then turning a triple pirouette, I landed perfectly.  As I stood there, I breathed it all in.  All this beauty and wonder that He had made was nearly blinding.  His goodness, mercy, and love so evidently clear.  And that evidence has, and always will, point to the Creator of the Universe…and Savior of the world.


P.S.  A Winter piece in Summer?  Yep!  I’ve got the itch!;D