Sitting by the window, taking in what you can see, watching the raindrops as they flee, your heart swells as you realize, dreams aren’t free.

The breath stays inside you, as you wonder what it costs to dream for eternity. What is the price as we sit here and think, chasing the dreams that beg to stay with me?

Sometimes dreams seem closer in my life than all the real things that touch my mind. Dreams seem to laugh and play, encouraging all that I find.

Dew drops turned to gold, voices of tales long told, Food neglected, friends rejected, my dreams weave me down an objected path

To all that has been overlooked in the past. People wag their heads and say, “Someday, someday, this girl will wake up and see that the sun doesn’t shine all day.”

That day has already come, some have been with me when that day had thrown all my wildest dreams back in face, daring me to smile in spite of its ways.

And so, some people say that I’m a romantic, others declare I’m a realist, while some snicker and charge me as a cynic.

Ah, can’t they see? I am simply a disappointed dreamer, straddling the brink between reality and everything I dream.

They say that the world isn’t how it seems, no one can change it to their impossible dreams. They say I’m insane, simply because I don’t want it to stay the same.

Shh, don’t rebuke a dreamer’s rights. Shh, don’t yell at a doer’s tries. Yes, the leaders have to stay tight, but that doesn’t mean you have the right

To bash down our doors and yell in our face, to share our dreams and laugh at our disgrace, to wag your head as you scream and say

“Dreamers will never be worth their weight. Artist can no longer be the ones to save the crumpling earth, those tearing apart, or those who hide their pain in their hearts.”

I tend to disagree, for you see, dreamers see beyond the veil that realism has discovered and vowed to keep there. We can see tragedies without seeming in overwhelming degrees

That broken hearts are beautiful, that people torn apart have the chance to be whole again, that those who vow to never see, are stuck like that for eternity.

Dreamers won’t push you on your knees, we’ll simple smile when we see a kindred spirit wandering around, wondering if they’re as wacky as they sound.

Listen, lost dreamer, your soul is worth keeping. Listen, lost artist, don’t give up what you’re seeing. The world might reject your wonderful work

But there’s always people like you in the world, people who will find you if you don’t hide your soul.

Bare your soul, don’t give it up. Smile, and take rejection with one look.

Because, artist, dreamer, friend, you’ll be grateful in the end, when you realize that the world doesn’t have the last say,

And without dreaming, there wouldn’t be a way

For you and I to be here today.


P.S. I thought of a fun thing to do. XD I’m renaming my website Amie Anne, and I’ll be redoing the design as well. So here’s the link to the form to sign up. I would love it if you did join the party.

Reach Anyway


I am me.

Sunshine and rainbows, stars and shadows, laughter and tears, sarcasm and genuine concern, coffee and tea, hot and cold, stone and flesh, a walking contradiction.

I like me.

The person that dances on her bed at 11:30 at night, keeping her little sister awake. The person that can’t function in the morning, so please, don’t wake me up after the sun has risen. The person that can wake up at 5:30am and function, exercising, laughing, listening to sermons.

I’m growing.

Clothes that don’t work, my style changing, inhaling more coffee, midnight is my favorite time, hair changed, glasses discarded.

The past was beautiful, but so is the present. The sunshine warms my face, the wind blows through my layers. I’m not alone, trials have weeded through people, leaving me with the keepers.

I’m older. Now I can work, smiling at the little children who I give an apple. I talk about pixie dust and coffee with a customer, laugh about Disney with my boss. I’m left alone at a market, in charge, handling business and wondering how this is legal.

I was a child, I still am. How can someone trust me to take command?

I have my own money. I make the decision whether I should get an almond milk and honey latte, or save the money for later. But man, Starbucks is better than eating lunch, so you better believe I choose to spend that four dollars.

Of course, I’m still a child and I’m not allowed to order Mexican for dinner. ūüėĎ

I can walk through the neighborhood by myself, I have freedom to make my own schedule. I’m old enough to play violin at church, no longer the little girl that admired the older girls in the pew.

I am the older girl.

I can carry the seven-year-old and make her laugh. Running up the hill, pretending to let the four-year-olds beat me. Pushing, swinging, laughing, being.

The shadows that appeared as I grew haven’t blocked my vision. In a way, they’re there because they’ve expanded my vision. The stars I reached for as a child seem farther away. But I know that with a step, every day, I’ll reach one, someday.

Masterpieces appear underneath my unskilled hands, books devoured by my curious mind, words spilled out by my hasty lips. Life isn’t as bad as it first looks. Coffee inhaled, tea sipped, ramen cooked.

I finally have the dog I always wanted. I’m responsible enough to have a rabbit. (Though my parents would say that’s debatable.) I don’t know what will happen during the rest of 2020. I don’t know where the summer and spring will lead.

But I know something.

As each minute passes, I’m growing. As each moment passes, I’m changing.

Not drastically, but slowly.

And I’m okay with that.

Coffee might not forever remain my thing. My laughter might not always ring at the same things. People might be wrong, people might be right.

I might be wrong.

But I’ll learn what’s right.

Regardless of the clouds that cover the stars, I know right where they are. Sometimes one of the stars will be farther away, sometimes that star wasn’t meant for me to take. But that’s okay.

Stars are for dreaming, stars are for reaching. Sometimes the ones we take hold of aren’t the ones we dreamed of, but that’s okay. Because the stars we hold are better than the ones we wanted.

Reach for the stars and accept the change. Look towards the sky and know that regardless of how you change, it’ll remain. Blue, grey, dusky black. Red, orange, pink, with all the colors the world might lack.

Don’t let the clouds determine your day. Reach for the stars anyway.


Souls Astray Blog Tour

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Adele has been lost for a long time now …

Adele Collier has sought a carefree lifestyle ever since her tragic childhood. Determined to never allow anyone or anything to control her life or emotions again, she consistently seeks distraction in gaiety. But shaking her ghosts isn’t as easy as she’d like.

Troy Kee has been alone in the world since the Great War took his parents and left him in care of his younger sister. When she marries, he’s left to seek after his goal of a healthy, complete family. But how can he focus on his dream when trouble plagues his family vineyard?

When Adele and Troy meet, a whirlwind romance begins‚ÄĒbut can two lost souls have a healthy relationship?

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Yay! ¬†I’m super excited for todays post. ¬†One of my favorite authors, Kellyn Roth, is publishing a new book! ¬†And it’s not just any book, it’s Adele and Troy’s back story.

(If you aren’t familiar with “The Lady of the Vineyard”, you should probably skip the next paragraph.)

I have an absolute love for Adele and Troy, though I must say my relationship with Adele I more of ¬†a love/hate relationship. ¬†In all honesty, Adele (sadly) reminds me of myself, and I usually can’t stand characters that I can see my reflection in. ¬†But that being said, ¬†Troy is amazing, and that is why I have asked him to join me…After I write a review about the beautiful¬†Souls Astray.

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Can we first swoon over the cover?! ¬†Please, the colors, the poppies, the beauty?!?!?! I want this book on my bookshelf dreadfully. ¬†It’s just so…so beautiful!

Anyway, on to my review.  I need to fangirl, so this might be fan girlish instead of a normal review.

I would rate it 5 stars, honestly. ¬†It was a Kellyn Roth original that didn’t disappoint me in the least.

When I pick up Kellyn’s books, I expect magic to happen, to love and hate the characters with a passion. ¬†Because Kellyn’s books are passionate, full and just dripping with passion.

But it’s not the bad kind of passion, not the kind of passion that makes an innocent, Christian, homeschooled teenage girl cringe. ¬†It’s the kind that takes you out of the world you’re in, and takes you into the time period she’s writing. ¬†It’s the kind of passion that makes you forget where you are and makes you feel what the characters are feeling.

Souls Astray¬†didn’t disappoint me in the least.

But first I want to say that this was probably the bluntest of Kellyn’s books I’ve read. ¬†It dealt with a very different worldview than her Alice and Ivy series, and I expected that. ¬†It was beautiful, because she showed us two different worldviews, their consequences, and said, “You choose. ¬†But just so you know, this isn’t the end of the story. ¬†There’s a second book.”

So if you’re squeamish with romance, this probably isn’t your book. ¬†It deals with partying, divorce, and love at first sight…But if you’re not, this book is one you must read.

And with the love at first sight…Kellyn did an amazing job making it real. ¬†Of course, I read a part to my mom and asked her if she ever felt that way for my dad, and she answered in the negative. ¬†But I expected that. ūüėČ I’m not sure if I believe in love at first sight, but Kellyn did a good job making it believable.

Honestly, my heart felt so bad for Adele all throughout the book, and with¬†Kellyn rewriting¬†The Lady of the Vineyard, Adele has become more of “a lost person” instead of “The monster” that I assumed she was when I first read¬†The Lady of the Vineyard.

So? ¬†The plot was engaging, the characters real, their struggles engaging, and the Christian message clear. ¬†This book is amazing, and you should all read it AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. ¬†And once you do, email me so I can fangirl about it with you. ¬†ūüėā


And now it tis time for me to bring in two people that I’m impatient to interview. ¬†First off, please welcome Mr. Troy Kee!

As a man, what is the hardest part about waiting for a woman to get ready?


Knowing that she was already ready when she got started! You women. You really don’t need makeup or perfect hair or an outfit that matches. Or jewelry. Jewelry is quite distracting. Don’t get me started on perfume! It’s the bane of my existence.

So yes, it’s all unnecessary. You don’t see me putting on lipstick to impress Adele, do you? And you never will! (Although I think she might have me thrown into an asylum if I did that.) (Double standards…)

What is one book (besides the Bible) that has changed your life?


Ahh, tough. Because I don’t like reading! But I loved Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson. I know, I know. Saying a silly adventure story changed my life is kind of stupid. But a sense of adventure is important! Life is a bit of a wild ride. And the story talks a lot about heroes and how they tend to disappoint, which is something I can relate to.

What is the most painful thing someone has said to you?


“No, you cannot have chocolate every minute of every day.”

Really, I don’t have words to describe the emotional agony.

Okay, if I’m going to be serious it might be along the lines of (and I quote):

“You may think you‚Äôll be some¬†fantastic father who‚Äôll, I don‚Äôt know, teach your¬†son to shoot or ward off scary suitors from your¬†daughter, but in reality, being a father means¬†nothing.”


Would you consider yourself good with children?


Good with children as in children like me, I like children, and we have a good time together … or good with children as in I do what’s best for them all the time and never, for instance, let them have too much chocolate or stay up all night telling them stories?

Because yes if it’s the first and no if it’s the second. Chocolate and late-night stories are important.

What takes place in owning a vineyard?


Lots of frustrated arguing in French.
Okay, really, I spend more time on paperwork and traveling about speaking to restaurant owners and the like than I’d like. I’d rather stay here, overseeing the harvert and making sure all the vines are healthy. But I’m in charge here now, so there ’tis!
What is your favorite verse of Scripture?
“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all Creation will be able to separate us from the love of God who is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8:38-39)
What are your thoughts on society?
It’s best avoided at all costs!
Would you ever consider moving to America?
Actually, I have! It sounds like an adventure. I could never leave my vineyard, but I would love to visit some day. Though it would be lonely to travel alone. Still, I’d like to see the world some day!
Thank you, Mr. Kee, for joining us.  Our second guest is Mr. Harrington.

What makes you joyful?



Could you give me a brief story of your life?



Do you prefer grape juice or orange juice?


Neither. Coffee.

What was the worst thing Troy did as a child?



Does Judy look more like Troy or more like Adele in your opinion?


Troy. Unfortunately.

What is your favorite pastime?



Do you think you get enough credit in the books?



What is your middle name, sir?


My full name is Millard None Of Your Business Harrington.
Hehe, thanks, Mr. Millard None Of Your Business Harrington.

The next exciting thing is the giveaway! Enter the giveaway to win a signed paperback copy of Souls Astray and a $20 Amazon gift card. Open to international entries.


And now this is where I go and read another book.  Adios, amigos!


It’s Just A Shape


Growing up, I was a stick. ¬†No, literally, everyone could count my ribs. ¬†In order for clothes to stay on my body, I had to safety-pin them. ¬†I was always a head above everyone my age, and my legs? ¬†Every seen a picture of a stork’s legs? ¬†Yep, you got it. ¬†Those were my legs, too.

I was so skinny, that my doctor ordered all different kinds of bad for you foods for me to eat in order to gain weight. ¬†Did they work? ¬†I don’t think so. ¬†(And as a side note, my mom wasn’t going to make me French toast every morning.)

Then a disturbing thing happened.  I grew up.

I grew, and I began to think I was fat. ¬†My thighs and hips were too big, and I was too tall. ¬†My shape was wrong. ¬†I wasn’t as pretty as the models, or as other girls I saw. ¬†They were beautiful, and I wasn’t.

And as I continued to grow, I watched in horror as my waist grew. ¬†Bigger. ¬†And as I couldn’t wear the sizes I thought I should, I grew concerned. ¬†My mom would tell me that it was normal. ¬†I was tall, and I couldn’t expect to wear a size 2.

But I was still upset.  I thought I should wear a size 2.  Skinny people should.  I should.

I went shopping with my mom the other day, and I pulled size 4 off the rack and tried it on.  My mom was shocked that I wore that size, and she told me that she was surprised I was so skinny.

And it made me think. ¬†Am I too thin? ¬†Would I wear a size 2 if I weren’t so tall? ¬†Am I the right size?

Are you ready for what I realized? ¬†It’s just a size. ¬†And it’s just a shape. ¬†Body shapes have been a problem for women all throughout history, and guess what? ¬†Every shape at one time has been the “right” shape. ¬†But do you know what? ¬†It’s just a shape.

You aren’t constrained to that shape. ¬†It doesn’t define who you are. ¬†It doesn’t matter.

Maybe if you believe that we’re a mistake. ¬†An accident that randomly happened, then perhaps different shapes are more important than others. ¬†But I don’t believe that. ¬†I believe each one of us were crafted by a God who loves us. ¬†Who chose our shapes, our eye color, and our personality.

So it’s just a shape. ¬†

Each shape is beautiful. ¬†You’re beautiful, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. ¬†God and people who really matter don’t look at your shape. ¬†God looks at your heart, and people who really matter look at your heart as well.

We need to take care of our bodies, and that means feeding ourselves the right food, and exercising. ¬†That doesn’t mean working out 24/7, or never eating sweets. ¬†When we constantly think about our outward appearance, we’ve made that our idol.

And what a sad idol it is! ¬†Because not only do we have to grow okay with our shape once, we’ll have to do it every time our lives change. ¬†My shape now won’t be the shape I am in ten years from now.

Part of change is acceptance, and we need to accept the shape God has given us, because our body shape is perfect.  God made us, not we ourselves (Psalm 100), so why should we complain about the shape of our bodies, or the color of our hair?

Instead, we should join together and praise Him for His wonderful works.


Hating Yourself

Look at the big picture, and not at the blemish.


I often tell my sisters and my friends that. ¬†It’s a way I keep an optimistic outlook on things that look extremely dark or grey. ¬†In the best of paintings, you need the shadows, and it’s the same with our journey called life. ¬†A short time after I had repeated this to my sister, I was unburdening my heart with my mom.

Lately, the Devil has been trying to have me look at all my failings. ¬†I read the lists of sins in the Bible, and hate myself passionately, because I commit those sins! ¬†The abominations in Proverbs leave me blue, while the sins in the New Testament have me depressed the rest of the day. ¬†Because I can’t do it. ¬†I keep sinning again, and again, and again.

And so, I was telling my mom about my failures, and my hatred of the failing me.  She looked at me, and said,

“Well, Amie. ¬†Are you still hitting your siblings? ¬†Do you still have those same hurtful comments that you used to make in the past?”

And then it hit me. ¬†I hate looking at the past, because I see all my failures. ¬†I see the stains of the past, I see the hurt, and I see all the things I wish weren’t there. ¬†But if you don’t look at the past, you won’t see how far you have come. ¬†You won’t see the answered prayers, the blessings, and yes, you won’t see the person you have blossomed to be.

God has given you the past to shape you to be who you are now. ¬†Yes, the past might have hurt. ¬†Yes, the past is filled with sins. ¬†Yes, the past wasn’t ideal. ¬†And no, you aren’t perfect, but if you’ve been going through the Refiner’s fire, you have had some dross that has come off.

The furnace is hot, and it hurts, but we become much finer pieces of gold afterwards. ¬†The furnace isn’t a one time deal either. ¬†We go in again and again to remove different impurities. ¬†Just like shaping a mound of clay isn’t an immediate process, and painting isn’t done immediately. ¬†Books take time, music takes time, everything takes time.

Becoming the perfect person you want to be will take time, but the time spent will be worth it. ¬†Right now you see the smudge in the painting of your life, but in the future, you’ll look back and see that that smudge made a scene much prettier.

Don’t hate yourself because of your failings. ¬†Don’t hate yourself because of your sins. ¬†Jesus didn’t hate you for your sins, in fact, He came to earth to make a way so that your sins would be forgotten and forgiven. ¬†Yes, I said forgotten. ¬†God doesn’t remember your shortcoming once you have confessed and repented. ¬†Isn’t that amazing? ¬†And so, we must press on and pray continually. ¬†Someday, we’ll look back at this season of life and realize that the hardship we’re going through now are only making us stronger, and our life better for what was to come.

How often do you get discouraged because of your failings? ¬†Don’t let the Devil bring you down because of them. ¬†They’re forgiven and forgotten. ¬†In the big picture, they’re only a dark color to make the rest of the colors brighter.



Sometimes, I feel left out. ¬†People see beauty in things where my reasonable mind is going, “HELP. ¬†WHY WOULD SOMEONE DO THAT?” ¬†Sometimes, I feel alone, because what I see as beautiful is neglected and laughed at. ¬†Sometimes, I feel loved, because someone will take the time to look at something through my eyes. ¬†Sometimes I feel empty, because my world is full of grays. ¬†Sometimes, I feel musical, because my world has never been so bright before. ¬†Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t me, because me is a very had thing to be.


I like to hide behind something. ¬†I don’t like to show who I really am, because sometimes that causes too much pain. ¬†I’m considered a very honest person, but I’m not honest with myself. ¬†I’m thought of as a bubbly personality, but inside I’m very flat. ¬†People tell me I’m cute, they say I make them laugh, and they move on with their lives, while I stay where I am. ¬†Alone.

But I’ve realized that only when you’re alone can you really appreciate life. ¬†Life with someone isn’t the same as life by yourself. ¬†When you have someone to lean on, you don’t learn half as well, listen quite as well, or make your own decisions. ¬†When you’re alone, you find that you really are never alone. ¬†You find that you aren’t the person you want to be, but there’s only one way to become that person.

And so? ¬†You have a choice. ¬†Do you want to drowned out the fact that you aren’t happy with yourself by having other people be happy in you, or do you want to take the rocky road and become the best you you can be?

The only way you can become the person you want to be is by being alone…And yet, you aren’t alone. ¬†The only way you can become the person that loves unconditionally, waits patiently, laughs merrily, and keeps plodding along is by looking past yourself, and looking above. ¬†Not in your own strength can you become anything worth while.

I should know. ¬†I’ve tried.


Not with the help of a million followers, a dozen fans, or a couple of friends can you become the person you want to be.

I should know. ¬†I’ve tried.

The only way you can become the person you were created to be is by stopping, and turning your eyes away from yourself. ¬†You must look above, and acknowledge you weakness. ¬†Because, dear friend, in you weakness, God’s strength can come through you. If you want to be a lamp, you must first have Someone light you.

Once upon a time, there actually were people who were exactly as they were created to be. ¬†But they weren’t happy with that. ¬†And so? ¬†They brought a lot of grief into this sin-sick world. ¬†They themselves brought sin, and now we are sinners because of them. ¬†Imagine their grief. ¬†Actually, don’t do that, that would be pretty painful.

The only way that God could save his children was by sending His Son to be a human (Though He still was God), and die a human death. ¬†When you feel alone, neglected, slighted…Remember how Christ must have felt. ¬†He showed people He was God by His miracles, and yet, they didn’t believe Him. ¬†He saw beauty in everything, even the deformed leper, while everyone else only saw dirtiness. ¬†Christ saw beauty in everything. ¬†Imagine how discouraging it would be for people to constantly remark on how different He was.

You aren’t alone. ¬†Anything, and I mean ANYTHING, you experience in this life, Christ has experienced it in some way. ¬†And then He was crucified for you. ¬†For you, the person that feels alone. ¬†The person who just can’t do it anymore. ¬†The person who hides their real self. ¬†The person who isn’t loved. ¬†The person who is tired. ¬†Whatever your struggles, Christ hasn’t left you alone. ¬†He’s here, next to you now.

To really know Christ, to really understand how much He cares, you need to be alone. ¬†You need to be weak. ¬†In order for Christ to save you, you must be lost. ¬†The Physician didn’t come to heal the well, He came to heal the sick.

And that, my friend, should bring you hope. ¬†It should bring you God’s hope.


P.S. I apologize Cam isn’t writing today, but I felt that this needed to be posted, and well…It doesn’t really go with Cam’s character.



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Dusk is a magical time, isn’t it? ¬†Right before dusk, you’re blinded by the splendor of the sunset, and then, quite suddenly, you feel the air mellow and soften, and you’re in the magical land of dusk.

In dusk, things happen that don’t always seem right, but you don’t remember them when it becomes night. ¬†The stealthy dancing of fairies bent on mischief, and, if you live very close to fairy land, the Mother of the Night gathering herbs and sweet smells to enliven sleeping children’s dreams.

At dusk, all the problems of life seem to float away, and you’re on an endless sea of opportunity. ¬†Inspiration, a tricky elf, goes to visit his friends, the night owls, while the early birds are left to scratch their heads and settle down, for they seem to believe that being early to bed is a sure way to become wealthy. ¬†Night owls, on the other hand, believe that elf Inspiration only visits when the hours become small, and very lonely.

Dusk is something between worlds.  Between the fairy world that we only see small glimpses of, and the world of reality, that shines harshly in our faces.  Perhaps if we let all our troubles to the winds of dusk, and let the reality become less real, and instead turn to Him who is Creator of both the visible and invisible, dusk would be less magical.

But it is only those who are grateful for both the little and small things in life that notice such a small moment in time as dusk.  Only those who often thank the Creator of all for the small glimpses of His majesty in the creation He has created.

Remain thankful for the small things even when it isn’t Thanksgiving. ¬†Remain thankful for the time to make a fairy castle, the small flower that was thrown on your path, or the magical minute called dusk. ¬†For thankfulness is the only way to contentment.

‚̧ Amie

Guest Post by Melani

Today I’m honored to be having a guest post on my blog. ¬†And if you go over here, you’ll see the guest post I wrote for Melani. ¬†Anyway, Melani from Reflections from the Heart is an amazing blogger. ¬†I know her younger sister, Maddy, and so I set my mind to bugging Melani into a guest post.

About a month later, and she’s finally written it. XD I won’t chatter anymore, I’ll just let you read Melani’s post.


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Standing Strong in Modesty

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Hey guys! Melani here from Reflections of the Heart. I want to thank Amie for allowing me to guest post on her blog! I’m excited to share a little about myself and dive into this post about modesty and back-to-school.

Because y’all. It’s September. Almost time for fall! (My favorite season. Boots, sweaters, pumpkin spice, you name it.)

I’ve been blogging for a little over 4 years, and my blog is about modesty, gender, feminism, beauty, pop culture, info on abortion and the occult, and pretty much debunking lies from our raunch culture. Feel free to stop by and visit!

Now on to this post! Back to school, modesty, and a whole lot of talk on how the two can go together.


Let’s create a mental scene.

This girl is a homeschool graduate, but if you’re in public (or private… do they always have a strict dress code? I don’t know, moving on.) school, I’m sure you’ve come across this scene.

A lot of outfits that leave very little to the imagination. Maybe it’s the “cool thing,” maybe it’s “what’s in,” but if you’re striving for modesty, it can be tough!

I’m assuming that you, my friend, are reading this post because you want to stand strong with modesty. So you’re taking modesty into consideration, you know that you’re dressed decently for school, but still… it’s hard when you just want to jump on the bandwagon and go with the flow!

Is this girl you?

Girl, you are not alone.

I know one blogger, I believe, that wore skirts everyday for her entire high school career. Maybe this is or isn’t you, but still, props to her! (She’s a very awesome person, by the way. I’ll link her blog!

I wanted to write this post to share some points on how to make going against the flow a little easier, and who knows, maybe inspire some of your future school outfits! : )

1. Whose opinion matters most?

This is tough. I am totally speaking to myself here. It is really hard to care more about what God thinks over what our peers around us think. Which put like that, it sounds ridiculous! God or His fallen, sinful creation. Hmm…..

I’ll make a confession here, I really like to write fiction for fun. But I am SO nervous to let anyone read it. I know it’s kind of quirky, but it’s true! But if God has given me a desire (and possible purpose) for writing fiction, why am I letting fear stand in the way?

Same goes for you, girlfriend. If God above is pleased, that’s what matters!

2. As crazy as it may seem, everyone is not always focused on what you’re wearing.

I think the middle school years are the most difficult with peers and preteen attitudes, but maybe I’m wrong. XD But however old you are, it is easy to wonder:

“What do they think about me?”

“Am I coming across okay?”

“I hope they like me.”

I want to reassure you of this, my friend, everyone does NOT care as much as you think they do.

Everyone feels insecure from time to time, but I can promise you this: no one in your school is better or worse than you. So don’t have the mindset that they are!

3. Modesty and fashion can totally go hand in hand!

Take a quick look at Pinterest and you will find a LOT of outfit inspiration! Or go follow some modesty bloggers or Instagram accounts. ‚̧ԳŹ

Modest fashion is completely possible. Maybe it takes a little more work, but you are totally capable of combining modesty and style this school year.

Many blessings and here’s to a great year of learning!


Truly Beautiful

What is beauty?  Why do we as Americans prize it so highly?  And what does our kind Heavenly Father say about it?

Beauty is redefined every ten years by our culture. ¬†At the moment, it’s a casual beauty. ¬†If you’re thin, big eyed, and well featured, you might just be the ideal. ¬†But of course,¬†no one can match up with the ideal. ¬†Not even the models themselves.


Why do we prize it then? ¬†Why would most American teenage girls rather be “divinely beautiful” than “dazzlingly smart”? ¬†What makes us want to be beautiful?

God is a God of beauty. ¬†He enjoys to make things “very good.” ¬†And let me tell you a secret. ¬†God made you perfect. ¬†He made you in His image and you should never call yourself ugly. ¬†If you tell yourself a lie long enough, you’ll end up believing it.


Americans have adopted more of a Grecian culture.  What does that look like to us?  Is the first question we ask ourselves.  We value looks more than the actual heart or usefulness.

If you are a daughter of the King, it doesn’t matter if your eyebrows are too slim, or too thick. You shine God’s light and that makes you beautiful. ¬†I know you’ve been told this a million times, but it’s not what you look like on the outside that matters. ¬†Why? ¬†Because if you are beautiful on the inside, you’ll be beautiful on the outside.

What if you aren’t beautiful on the inside? ¬†How do you become beautiful on the inside?

If you repent of your sins and believe in Christ, you will be given the fruit of the spirit. (Galatians 5:22-23). You will have Jesus living inside of you, and who could be more beautiful than Jesus?

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Now that you’ve read that, and I’ve given you some food for thought, I’m going to do a Q&A!

Yep, but not for me. ¬†Instead, it’s for my characters of my present book. ¬†You can find a thorough character sketch of them here. ¬†Today I’ll just give you a simple run through.

Jonathan is 16 and his personality type is ESTJ. ¬†He’s your average older brother.

Cam is an identical twin and 13/14 (depending on which book you read!). She’s quiet and her personality type is ISFJ.

Cassy is Cam’s twin, so she’s the same age. ¬†She’s bubbly and fun and she happens to share my personality type, ENFP.

And lastly,

Benji is 12/13 (depending on which book you read! ¬†Haha!) and he’s very humorous? ¬†Is that the right word? ¬†Well, he tries to be at least. ¬†His personality type is ENTP.

Comment below with you questions for them, and I’ll answer them next Tuesday (3/6/18)

What do you think about beauty?  Did this post help you at all?  How cold is it where you live?