LSOF: Writing our way to faith

Something that has been sort of a realization to me over the last few weeks as I have really spent a lot of time with God, and just writing.
It is through my writing, that God reveals Himself to me.
I am naturally a pretty “hyper” person. I let my life consume me at times. So when I need to be praying to God…I often can’t get myself to really fall to my knees until I have sat down and just wrote through the day I experienced. I have actually found through the hardest years I have had in my life, I’ve gone back and seen that even though those times were horrible, I saw in my journals how I clung to my faith through it. It was really quite a surprise to me.
I think we sometimes regardless of what we go through if we have ever experienced, hope or faith, that it is always with us; We just forget that its there.
God didn’t create this world to just have pain, and suffering, but love and joy. Sometimes though, we forget that love and joy exist, because we let our pain and suffering overpower us.
That is why I write, because I want to remember that those things exist, I want to remember that there is a crazy world out there, but there is peace within me. It humbles me and reminds me that I don’t have to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders alone, and that the daily demands and things that happen in my life…its apart of life, and as sad as that is to know, it helps me to see that being a slight bit different in who I am in my heart, can be a huge difference in the world.
Something just speaks to me as I write, and I know it a lot of times, because tears just start falling. I remind myself that what I feel at that time, its real, its genuine, and that there are so many people out there in the world, that just don’t know how to feel. I think this helps me to remember.
I never want to write anything that doesn’t have purpose. We got enough junk going out into the world as it is. People forget what real meaning is really out there. I mean how many songs are on the radio that really have depth and beauty? Not many.
I guess I am a girl that should have been born in an earlier time of history. I love Carole King, James Taylor, Linda Rondstadt, Fleetwood Mac(specifically Stevie Nicks), and just so many more. I love them, because they had unreachable depth in their music.
One of my favorite Carole King songs starts out, ” You’ve got to get up in the morning with a smile on your face and show the world all the love in your heart.” or James Taylor ” Shower the people you love with love..” Linda Rondstadt, ” Life isn’t easy, love never lasts, you just carry on and keep moving fast..” I love I love Stevie Nicks, and Fleetwood Mac ” Leather and Lace”, ” After the glitter fades”, ” Landslide”, and ” Has anyone ever written anything for you.” and I love modern music artists like, ” Enya, Sarah M, Jewel, Nichole Nordeman, Joss Stone, Nora Jones the most… I guess you can say I best moved by music. It just takes my soul back to the level it should be, and then the writing can begin. When I listen to music I can visualize a story, I can add to the lyrics as I listen to them being played.
Writing is a key to who we are on the inside. I think its where we truly live.
I once visualized a story of a girl who had scrapes and bruises all over her body, and a girl who was just so depressed and saddened by her life sat down next to her. They got talking and realized they connected, because of their pain, the only difference was only one was strong enough to show their pain on the outside. God can teach us through our own writing.
If anything, my desire for people is to try to write a little and see what it does for them. I know most people are against writing how they feel, because there is the pride inside them that tries to tell them, ” You are fine, life is perfect, you have nothing to write about.” but really, that is a lie we tell ourselves to get through the day.
When you are alone, do you really think that?
The truth is, we can’t escape ourselves. We just need to accept that thing happen in our lives, that we will go through fire, but that it doesn’t last forever.

My friend Cady( and I have been through a great deal in our lives, but we both understand the importance of looking deep inside yourself, And we may have different views on faith, but healing also comes from what we learn about ourselves through others. We are all in this together, and God connects us where we are:)
Because of this, I was inspired to start a project called, ” 30 Days Of Faith”- which more details will come later.
So until then, please go take a look at her blog post called,“You and Me”….

Remember the importance to stay true to yourself in even what you write.

It isn’t always easy to pick up a pen to paper, but take it one day at a time, and eventually words will flow on the paper. Just remember to be real with yourself when you write, don’t hide how you are feeling.
And if you find this to hard…think this way:
Writing is a way we get that prayer to God, that we just can’t get ourselves to speak.

LSOF poetry: Art

A Work of Art
By: Angie Sarich

It begins within the pores
Of a white pallet.
Emerald vines weep through,
And cover each side;
As if they were the curtains,
Opening up the stage of the soul.
Footprints are placed along
The path in slight watercolors.
The sea of forest is full of eerie shadows,
As dawn breaks it breathes light
Onto white orange blossoms
Covering the branches.
Eagles soar above, and seem to have conversation
With the nature below.
The grass sways if they were hypnotized by
Tchaikovsky’s “ Swan Lake”.
A few old leaves cover the ground
By a sparkling stream,
As if it was the boundary line,
Of life and death.
Sunset starts to follow in the shadows,
And then the moon begins the night.
It centers in a piece of beauty
That is rarely seen in the twilight.
A single rose with few thorns keeps her posture,
And her dignity is strong within her.
Tonight is her debut,
The audience awaits.
She shares her story,
And is given a standing ovation.

LSOF: Beauty can be found…in the simplest places



My friend Cady has shared such wonderful thoughts with me on beauty, and this is the piece of art that she was inspired to make through our thoughts on faith and beauty; and I’m also mentioned too..but that’s not a big deal:)

Cady is a wonderful person, and I love that she sees life in a similar way I do:)
You just never know who God will place in your life:)



Have a great day!


LSOF: ” What Moves Me…”

I am being sent a piece of art from a friend. Its not here yet, and not quite sure if even at this moment if she has finished it; but for every person I’ve ever known or not known in this life; I have to tell you I am overwhelmed sometimes by people’s kindness. And the fact that a piece of art has apart of me made into it…I am lost for words.

It is God who is charge or who we meet or don’t meet…and who we know or don’t get to know from a distance.
I am fortunate to have gotten to know some amazing people.
And I am blessed to know more keep being added to that list:)

This is apart of the email I sent when I found the art:

It reminds me of a verse in Phillipians 3:14; but I added Phillipians 3: 7-13, so you can see why.

To me ” What Moves Me- there is no other prize” and means…that everyone in this world can be unappreciative who they are or what they’ve become, or the air they breathe. They can have their photoshop images, and designer clothes, jewelry.
but at the end of the day, when all is quiet and still…I can look up into the stars
after the clouds have moved on and think to myself…” You can have all this world, but just give me Jesus.”
(Only He moves me)
I saw that image in a movie once, where a child had fighting all around him in the streets, and he just looked
up to the sky, and forgot about the chaos around him. I want to always be that person; that remembers
there is something greater, and more worth it than the things that exist in this life.

Here is the verse: Which I decided will be my #7 for memorization. How cool would it be to memorize this!

“But whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ. What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Chris t
and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ—the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith.
I want to know Christ and the20power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death,
and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead.
Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.
Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead,
I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”
(Phillipians 3:7-14)

LSOF: Similar story, Different people

As you read in last ” faith story” post, in highschool I was considered an outcast, but I think I tried my hardest to be.

I refused to be like everyonelse, I had my friends but I was never apart of the ” clique”; I had my own sense of style, and don’t believe I actually had anything name brand until my senior year.

I want to share with you about my friend Kat.
We had a two hour conversation yesterday about the highschool years. It is funny, because we’ve known each other since years after, but yesterday was a day we spoke of highschool.

We were both in Drama Club, and had the same aquaintences. She also was in my favorite teacher’s class, Kristen Worthington’s Creative Writing.

Kat has always been a girl who didn’t care to fit in, and she has had plenty of friends come and go, as I have.

But it wasn’t until yesterday, that I realized how alike we really were, and are. We each had similar horrible highschool experiences, but in different perspective.

Kat was the singer, and the songwriter. She used to sing through hallways, and during lunch sometimes. I was the writer, and actress. I would start a paragraph, and sometimes hand it to her to add to it.

After everything went down that year, both of us seemed to have left our most treasured talents sitting next to the gate to the highschool.

Yesterday, and 10 yrs later, Kat shares a song she wrote with me. She doesn’t know it, but it almost made me cry.
I could feel the pain that went through her heart when she first began to sing. But I couldn’t help but smile, as she pushed through and sang her heart out.

Even though it was just in front of me, I think she conquered something yesterday. She took back her talent. It was as if it heard her call out, and journeyed from the gate of the highschool, to the gate of heaven, and back into her hands.

She has given me permission to share the song with you as soon as she writes it out.

The one thing I have learned over the years, especially after highschool.
If you let people break you down, and make you lose passion for things…it will happen.

I’m not the writer that I used to be in highschool, and perhaps early college. Though the writing wasn’t always the most positive…they were written from the deepest part of me.
They were writing that my friend Kit would have wallpapered a room with.

They were real.

My writing is now more faith-based, and logical.
I am 28yrs old, so perhaps it should be.
I love God with all my heart, but sometimes I feel as though I share my the word, but not of heart. I’m more cautious of what I write, and who it is influencing.

God knew me from the beginning, He gave me the gift, I sometimes wonder if…I haven’t given my all, maybe focusing on the inspirational is fine, but life isnt’ always fine, life is real, it has its hurts and hangups.

I will tell you the inspiration for me to write any of this story, came down from some questions I was asked by another blog friend, Cady Mcclain.

I won’t share them here on this post, but I want you to know they were very profound, and made me take root into my soul, and see what was really there.

We are all on a journey…mine continues next post.