“I can’t see! What’s going on out there?!” “Shall I describe it to you, or should I get you a box?”


Blocked. Something that happens when you can’t seem to go anywhere or do anything. A thing that gets in your way of doing something you love most of all. Sometimes it can even be someone blocking you from that thing you want to do. Or perhaps it’s just you and what your doing. Whatever it is your being blocked. Have you ever been blocked before? Was it in life or on the internet? Well I sure have in both parties, I got blocked on the internet and I got blocked in life. Satan sure loves to throw boulders in your way so you can’t reach your destination in life, and that’s what I’m getting at here. We get blocked by Satan, so we can do his bidding than following what God says. Gandalf and the fellowship were blocked by the Balrog, but that didn’t stop them on their journey to Mordor! They still took the Hobbits to where that needed to go. We can’t let Balrogs stand in our way of accomplishing the task we need to do in this life, because we we’re put here as God’s children for a good purpose!

I have Balrogs in my life, but they shall not pass! They can block me and they can ignore me, but I’m not going to stand here and let them pass before me and ruin my life one day after another. Frodo made it to Mordor, and Aragorn made it to Rohan without someone blocking them. So that means you can do what they did too! I don’t think taking The One Ring to Mordor is a good accomplishment, but still you can find something similar to that and face the blockades at hand. We need to understand that the blockades are just temporary and they won’t always stay in our way. Sooner or later their gonna move on and forget everything that happened, then your blockade is gone! Blocked. It’s either there temporarily or we make it worse than it can possibly get. God helps up with our blockades, and He can wipe what keeps us blocked clean. We just need to accept what’s being blocked isn’t a big deal and move on; I’m trying to do that one day at a time.

My blockades are people. For some it can be images, objects or events in life that stay with them forever. That’s not what we need to be doing, it just makes it more possible to move down the path God calls us to go down. I don’t want to be pushing a blockade around for the rest of my life, nor do I want the people who have blocked me ruin it. So, I move on, or at least I try to. It’s better for me and better for them if they can forget about me and others as well. I’m getting better at it, but still sometimes my blockades get in my way, but I let God take care of them, maybe you should too.


Quote is from Two Towers. Gimli can’t see over the Rohan wall, so Legolas asks if he wants him to describe what’s going on or get him a box to stand on.


Letting it Go

We’ve all heard the song, Let it Go and we’ve all watched the movie like a million times, but it’s not the movie or the song I’m talking about, it’s the name of it. Let it Go. Some people have trouble letting things go, whether it’s the past or words people have said, they just bundle it up inside and have it settle in. As much as we enjoy the past and the things in it, we need to let that go and move on in life. For me I’m trying my best to let go of my friends…the only people I trusted with things, and you know what? It hurts! Because they were my friends and I thought they be by my side forever, but ya know you can’t always keep those close to you close. So there’s an example of trying to let go, someone like myself having trouble with letting go of people in my life. You need to learn that letting go can be a relief but also burden to your walk, because you dwell so much in what happened to the person, relative or friend that you forget where you are and who is in control of that situation at hand. God will and always has been in control, we just need to remember that He is there and that He is sovereign all the time.

Death, loosing a friend and moving away are all signs of things that can and cannot be let go. Loosing your pet that you had for 13 years is okay, but you need to realize there not heavenly creatures. Seeing someone you loved die is something that cannot be let go of, whether it’s family or even a friend, you can’t let go of that. The Doctor has witness planets die, companions leaving him and even them dying before his eyes. Even he, who is a Time Lord cannot not learn to let go of his past. We are not like The Doctor, we can let go of past things and give them to God for Him to take care of. It gives us a better outlook on our life than just sulking around our home trying to figure out how you can get back at that person who betrayed you. Many people deal with depression because they don’t let go, or they deal with loneliness (I feel like this right now), but you should know that whatever you need to let go doesn’t exist anymore, ITS IN THE PAST. God tells us that dwell in the past isn’t good for us, and that we can easily slip back into our original sin, we wouldn’t want that now do we?! I know some of you are probably tired of my rants, my complaining about other people and my anger with my friends, but that’s just me learning to let go of my past actions. My negativity has caused other to be lured away from me, and others to hate me, but I won’t let their hatred be my down fall because they can’t learn to let go of their own actions towards either me or somebody else they know.


I really hope my words of wisdom help you, but not just my words but God’s Word as well. Because He can help you let go and move on in life, and take you down the right path of righteousness. Just be patient and He’ll tell you when it’s time to let it go. Just like in the song…Let it Go. If Elsa can learn to let it go so can all of us, even if it’s fictional or not 😉

Words On a Line

ImageThey say a picture is worth a thousand words, but I believe words are worth a thousand. Why? Well you can hurt people with what you say, and how you say them. Words are very powerful. Whether your speaking to a group of people or just a friend, you nee to realize what your going to say will be uplifting to that person in some way. Words that come from your mouth need to be encouraging, not something that is going to tear down their personality; I’ve tried to do both, doesn’t help the other person or myself. Words are a big thing in our lives, they help us gather friends, they help us get jobs and they help us enjoy our family. Something we and myself need to think on is: Are we as Christians using our words for encouragement or putting people down? Because when we put people down, were also destroying their character and who they are inside, it’s kinda like bullying but with our words and not our fists. Words build each other up as Christians and also acquire new ones as well, when we spread the gospel; there’s another thing words can do. What I am getting at is this: Words can hurt. Trust me I know, I have done it to a few people and they have done it to me back. I’m just now learning this after a while, it’s finally hitting me in the head with a two by four; I’ve been the one speaking without encouragement, the one who put my friends down, and the one who judged others without knowing them first.

My words have hurt people, my words have made people happy and my words have made people sad. Our words, your words, their words. It’s all the same, as long as we say the things we want to say with godly uplifting encouragement for that person, stranger, best friend. Words on a line won’t make it easier, words on a chat won’t heal it, words on a blog won’t secure it, words from your heart will conceal it. The words from your heart, from God, from mind will conceal a friendship, a relationship and family forever, for a lifetime! I just wish that what I have said to people can be undone, can be erased from their minds and be replaced with words of encouragement than negativity; it would make my life feel a lot better. Words. The thing we use to defend ourselves against negative people, the thing we use to get our emotions out on others, and the things we use to show love to others or a specific other. All these things I have named are important to all of us, and we need to remember this, remember as Christians we need to be uplifting to others…no matter what state your in, believe me.

Words, gives us away and makes us new. Words, show us a new world and make us happy. Are you going to be the one to do that? Make others happy, make them your friends and make them walk with you down the path of Jesus Christ? Or will you be the negative person hiding in the dark corner judging everyone and everything that comes your way? Think about it, maybe you might change your mind…

Judge not, that you be not judged. For with the judgment you pronounce you will be judged, and with the measure you use it will be measured to you. Why do you see the speck that is in your brother’s eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when there is the log in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother’s eye.

Do not give dogs what is holy, and do not throw your pearls before pigs, lest they trample them underfoot and turn to attack you.

Matthew 7:1-6

“When do we start?” “We just did…” (Being Blessed)


This past week and this week has been full of fun and goofiness. My best friend Becca and I are so funny together, plus she gets me ya know? Her family is like family to me, and I have been hanging out with them for the past few months. Also with my brother’s friends, Josh B and Caleb too. These people are truly my friends, I didn’t notice it at first but now I do and I’m certainly blessed to have them.

>>>>Seeing Becca twice in one week<<<<

>>>>Going to Kings Island with Becca<<<<

>>>>Having a Frappe with Becca<<<<

>>>>Talking about Benedict and Tom with Becca<<<<

>>>>Being goofy with my friends<<<<

>>>>Naming Next Gen characters with Caleb<<<<

>>>>Listening to Colton Dixon and Anthem Lights<<<<



“Carry on My Wayward Son…”

 I have been working on a small story about two brothers lately. It’s not a fanfiction, it’s my own story with my own characters. Their names may sound familiar but they have no relation to anyone in a fandom. Hope you guys like it 🙂


A few days had passed, and Peter and I ended up moving out of our home, and into a small itsy bitsy apartment; I was still ticked off at Veronica doing this to us. “You ready, bro?” Peter patted me on the shoulder. I sighed. I didn’t want to leave my home, the home I was raised in had too many memories of mom and dad; it was like leaving them behind. “No, but we have to so were not living on the street.” I said. Peter nodded and opened the door to our new apartment; we both looked around and were satisfied with the size, even though the land lord said it was small. “Seems decent enough for us, what do you think of it?” Peter turned to me. Before I could answer, I could hear yelling coming down the hall, so I opened the door to see who the person was and it was Hazel! The guy I saw pulling up to the cemetery when she and I were talking was yelling at her, and following her down to her apartment. I didn’t know what to do at that time, so I stuck out my leg and ended up making the guy fall on his face. “Oi, what you do that for?” he said is some Scottish accent. “Leave Hazel alone!” I raised my voice at him. Hazel saw me encounter the guy; she stepped in and assisted me. Hazel looked really pretty today with her hair straightened, and covering her face and freckles. Everything a guy like me ever wanted… “Dean, that’s my step-brother, Kyle.” Hazel stated. I looked down at Kyle, and glared at him; Kyle had the same build as me, but more tan, he had a v-cut shirt on and ripped jeans. “My apologies, Hazel, I thought he was bullying you.” I said as I entered the apartment. Peter heard me close the door and wondered what the problem was in the hallway. “What in the world was that about?” Peter asked me. “That was Hazel, the girl I met at the cemetery. He step-brother Kyle was being a jerk to her for no reason.” I replied. Peter nodded, and went back to unpacking his things, while I left my things in the middle of the floor and went to find Hazel again.


Why did he had to do that, it the most embarrassing things a guy has done to me, especially in front of my step-brother; Dean seriously needs to learn boundaries, or MY boundaries. He doesn’t know what my problem is, he hasn’t met my family, he hasn’t BEEN in my situation before; his help is out of the question for me. I stooped over the balcony of the gazebo in the cemetery; I could hear the wind whistling, birds chirping and…footsteps. Listening very carefully to the steps I tried to figure out who it was, they seemed familiar…Dean. “I came to apologize” He said. I frowned, I don’t need his help…I really don’t need anyone’s help; I have God to keep me away from this crap, and that’s why I come here to be with Him. “Your apology is accepted. Now leave…” I grumbled. “Look, I may not know where you’re at, but I probably been there. I lost both of my parents, and my house, and my money. I don’t know where else to turn, besides this beautiful girl I met in the cemetery” Dean smiled the best he could. “Don’t do that, please. I am not ready for a relationship…” I said as he walked closer towards me. “You sure…” he whispered to me. I leaned away from him, and then walked back to the edge of the gazebo; I had no intention to get back into a relationship, not after my last one I had, so I am going to wait. “Yes I am perfectly sure!” I stated. Dean stood there baffled with my response, he normally doesn’t take no for an answer, but considering where I am he probably wouldn’t want me as a girlfriend or a friend for that matter. “You seem tense…what’s the deal?” he asked me. “Besides you being all flirty with me, my family is a huge wreck and my brother…step-brother is a jerk.” I mumbled. He nodded. It’s not like every girl he met there was something physiologically wrong with them or physically. “Hey look I am sorry for being that way; I am trying to get over betrayal, so just bare with me. Perhaps you and I can work out our struggles together or maybe I can learn from you” Dean smiled. “Dean…” I breathed, “I’ll be happy to help you, but your help isn’t needed for I have someone more powerful to help me in my struggles, so you say. And that is my God, He is bigger than anything I have dealt with and that’s what keeps me going everyday.” I explained. Dean stared at me for a while wondering what I just said, then he came back; I prepared myself for what he was about to say and stood my ground. “I…I am willing to walk with you down any road, Hazel Grace. Just now that it will be a weary one for both of us” Dean said with a faint grin.

After our talk, Dean and I walked together back to his car; we drove back to the apartment complex and the two of us chatted and got to know each a little better than just see one another at the cemetery. “So what’s favorite color?” Dean asked me. I had to think for a moment, since I changed it a lot, but the one color I simply love is a light pink with a hint of purple in it. Not sure how to tell him that, but I am sure he’ll Google it just to find out what it is actually call. “It’s actually a mixture of two different colors. A light pink with a hint of purple” I answered with a smile on my face. “Ah you like the color Lavender” Dean chuckled. “Yeah is there something wrong with a grown woman liking that color, Dean?” I asked. Dean shook his head no; he just thought that I would like darker colors since I wear darker clothing. When reaching my apartment, I could hear my father yelling and screaming at the top of his lungs; fear struck me as I grabbed the door knob, it was a horror walking in there everyday of my life after my step-mother left us. “Dean, take my hand please, and walk with me into my apartment.” I asked. Dean looked up at me and nodded, he was ready to enter and so was I…or so I thought anyways. The knob creaked and I swung the door open to the living room, and there was my father. He was drunk again, that’s why he was screaming and yelling, and Kyle was no where to be found. “Where have you’ve been!?” My father yelled. I didn’t answer him, so I kept walking, till my father saw Dean holding my hand. “Is this the boy Kyle told me about!?” he yelled again. Dean stood up to my father and answered him, “Yes sir I am he, and I will protect your daughter with all I have in me.” My father stared at him for a minute; it was a long minute till he finally said something back to him, “Fine, just don’t do anything…suspicious.” Dean shook his head, and I walked into my room; Dean had left by then and I moped in my room away from my father’s drinking and yelling. Kyle was still no where to be found still. Good. I don’t want him around me, now that Dean and I are now good friends.


Night came, Peter and I were preparing ourselves for an interview for jobs in the morning and our first time sleeping in the apartment; I couldn’t stop thinking about Hazel, that poor girl has gone through so much she thinks she’s living through her own type of hell. I hope that whatever I can do, will help her ease her and calm her down to see what life has to offer. “So how was your day?” Peter asked me as he sat down for dinner. I took my seat at the dinner table and sipped on some tea I made, and then I answered my brother’s question. “Oh ya know here and there kind of stuff. Then hung out with Hazel for the afternoon” I replied. Peter spit out his beer all over my face, then raised an eye brow, “You did what now?” he exclaimed. Is it that hard for me to find a girl to hang out with? “Yes wisenheimer I hung out with a girl, go figure” I sassed him. “Wow, um I never knew you could find someone so quickly. Is she a nice girl?” Peter asked me again. I didn’t answer, I just stuffed my face with food and sipped my tea; it seemed quiet with just my brother and me, no one to tell us to pick our clothes up or put our things away. “I miss them…” I whispered to myself. Peter could here me, he answered me with his hand on my arm, “Yeah…me too bro, me too…” After dinner the two of us took showers, and got ready for bed; I sat in my bed thinking about how Hazel was doing, hoping her step-brother wasn’t bothering her or worse her father beating her since he has been drinking lately. “I’m will always be here for you Hazel Grace, don’t you worry…” I whispered to myself, and then I fell fast asleep.



Quote is from the song, by Kansas.

Missing the Past (Dedicated to My Friends)


You know those things that you end up forgetting, those things that stay in the back of your mind, that is the past. We all have some sort of thing that we miss from our past, whether it’s friends you loved, family time or even special events that came and gone. Whatever it is, you end up storing it in the way back of your mind, so one day on a rainy day like today, you can bring those memories back to light. For someone like myself, I can’t let for of past memories, especially ones of my friends. I do miss them and wish there were my friends again… It’s hard for me to forget those times, those times we cosplayed, those times we watched Sherlock and Hetalia, those times we watched the ball drop. Memories like that will always remain inside my head and heart no matter what.

I realize now that we all make mistakes, and perhaps one day my friends and I will heal and get back together. But for now I think it be deemed wise not to see each other for a while until we get right with our Lord and with others as well. I will miss them, and I bet somewhere deep inside they miss me too. I’ll continue to pray for you guys and your families and hope for a day to see you all once more. My Aunt taught me that it was best to lay low and just love people like Christ does, and so I shall do my very best to do that everyday. This rainy day made me think of my ‘old’ friends today and I felt like writing a post because of how much I miss their faces.

Live long and prosper my good friends and geronimo! This life has more to offer than just Pinterest and Facebook, why not live a little and see what God has to offer you. Until next time, farewell.