Destination: Beautiful
You know what?
I love my life.
Sure, I have my bad days, days where all can think about is how much of a failure I am. Days where all I can see, is everything falling apart. I have those emo moments, where all I want to do is sit in a dark room. I have my mornings when I am so tired, I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. Sure, I have my nights where I can’t sleep, when I lay in my bed pondering everything I wish I could change.
We all do.
But I love my life. I love my life because I have a God that assures me that everything will be okay. I love that I have someone to pray to, that will always listen. I love that God has taken every burden off my back, and has given me a reason to live. He is so unthinkably astonishing, mystifying, and extraordinarily amazing in so many ways that words cannot express. I love that no matter what my life becomes on this earth, or how often I forget him, God will still love me. I love being loved.
I love having a family to live with. I love that they all stay up till wee hours of the morning. I love eating my mom’s spaghetti and the cheese toast with tomatoes she used to make for me every morning. I love that my mom will always be there for me, even though I’m not always the best daughter. I love that my dad has taught me so many lessons, half of them he’s not even aware he’s teaching. I love my sister and the way she gives me lobster hugs. I love that even though I’m the pesty little sister, she’ll always be willing to shout five iron frenzy songs with me.
I love living so close to the beach. I love that I am able to watch the sunrise whenever I want. I have the ability to enjoy the splendor of the combination of the sky, clouds, beaming sun, and shining ocean, all at once. I love finding unbroken shells in the sand.
I love that I have a roof over my head. I love music. I love words. I love poems. I love photography. I love my bible. I love that there is so much joy to laugh about, that so many moments of my life are spent laughing so hard about things that I can barely breathe.
I love that just by being silly I can bring about a smile on someone’s face. I love all those goodtimes I had while riding the city bus. I love that bums don’t care what kind of clothes you are wearing, or what stereo type you fit into. I love my school, even though I can’t stand it at the same time. I love that I am given the opportunity to take an amazing culinary class. I love that each year I meet more people that bring smiles on my face and make me laugh.
I love my shelf of rhino’s. I love my collection of Cd’s. I love my old tree house. I love waking up with my blinds open. I love eating lemons. I love how we always have whipped cream in the Deland house.
I love going to shows. I love being part of a crazy crowd. I am fascinated by the sound of music beating in my ear, far beyond hearing. I love truly listening to and analyzing music. I love the smell of a fresh mosh-pit. I love that I had the chance to go to the greatest festival EVER in Bushnell, IL. I love the people I met at cornerstone, I love the ones I still keep in touch with. I love road trips.
I love the little things that make me chuckle. How everyone puts their away message up, and never really is at the computer. I love when people call my house, even if they have nothing to say. I love dried roses. I love lying in tall grass with long pants on and I love picking yellow flowers.
I love big things too. Big things are a compilation of the perfection of small things. They are even better than small things.
I love the guitar. I love hammer-ons. I love harmony. I love music.
I love my past family vacations. Like the time we stopped at the Marriott just to ride the glass elevator. And the time we saw a HUGE hill, and pulled over to roll down it. When we spontaneously decided to drive to Ohio, and played tag in the corn fields. I love the tree in my granny’s yard. I love the style of every house in New England.
I love prayer. The bond between a prayer is deeper than a typical conversation. It’s a quest of love, hope, faith, and trust, no matter what the topic.
I love that every summer I travel up the East Coast to Massachusetts and New Hamster. I love that I have made life-long friendships with people who live 1600 miles away.
I love going thrifting and finding the raddest things for cheap.
I love that I have the most wonderful friends, who are willing to give me rides around the world, and pass notes everyday in the classes I hate. They are such an impact of my life. I share so many remarkable memories with them. I love each conversation that brings me closer. I love the people who have the best arms to put around me when I need to feel comfort. I love the people that understand those bad days and don't hold it against me when I get a little crazy.
I love when my friends love God just as much as I do.
I love that I've experienced loss. I love that I've experienced pain. I love that I've been lonely. From all those I've gained new knowledge and ability to understand.
I love that I even when things are crappy, I can still count my blessings.
To you, these may be meaningless words of flowers and bunny’s. My life may not be world tours and supercalafragelistebestialedocious and it may not be as exciting as running rampant crime sprees, or fascinating to anyone but me, but my life is very fulfilling.
Yes, I love my life.
-Linda Marie Partain
I love my life.
Sure, I have my bad days, days where all can think about is how much of a failure I am. Days where all I can see, is everything falling apart. I have those emo moments, where all I want to do is sit in a dark room. I have my mornings when I am so tired, I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. Sure, I have my nights where I can’t sleep, when I lay in my bed pondering everything I wish I could change.
We all do.
But I love my life. I love my life because I have a God that assures me that everything will be okay. I love that I have someone to pray to, that will always listen. I love that God has taken every burden off my back, and has given me a reason to live. He is so unthinkably astonishing, mystifying, and extraordinarily amazing in so many ways that words cannot express. I love that no matter what my life becomes on this earth, or how often I forget him, God will still love me. I love being loved.
I love having a family to live with. I love that they all stay up till wee hours of the morning. I love eating my mom’s spaghetti and the cheese toast with tomatoes she used to make for me every morning. I love that my mom will always be there for me, even though I’m not always the best daughter. I love that my dad has taught me so many lessons, half of them he’s not even aware he’s teaching. I love my sister and the way she gives me lobster hugs. I love that even though I’m the pesty little sister, she’ll always be willing to shout five iron frenzy songs with me.
I love living so close to the beach. I love that I am able to watch the sunrise whenever I want. I have the ability to enjoy the splendor of the combination of the sky, clouds, beaming sun, and shining ocean, all at once. I love finding unbroken shells in the sand.
I love that I have a roof over my head. I love music. I love words. I love poems. I love photography. I love my bible. I love that there is so much joy to laugh about, that so many moments of my life are spent laughing so hard about things that I can barely breathe.
I love that just by being silly I can bring about a smile on someone’s face. I love all those goodtimes I had while riding the city bus. I love that bums don’t care what kind of clothes you are wearing, or what stereo type you fit into. I love my school, even though I can’t stand it at the same time. I love that I am given the opportunity to take an amazing culinary class. I love that each year I meet more people that bring smiles on my face and make me laugh.
I love my shelf of rhino’s. I love my collection of Cd’s. I love my old tree house. I love waking up with my blinds open. I love eating lemons. I love how we always have whipped cream in the Deland house.
I love going to shows. I love being part of a crazy crowd. I am fascinated by the sound of music beating in my ear, far beyond hearing. I love truly listening to and analyzing music. I love the smell of a fresh mosh-pit. I love that I had the chance to go to the greatest festival EVER in Bushnell, IL. I love the people I met at cornerstone, I love the ones I still keep in touch with. I love road trips.
I love the little things that make me chuckle. How everyone puts their away message up, and never really is at the computer. I love when people call my house, even if they have nothing to say. I love dried roses. I love lying in tall grass with long pants on and I love picking yellow flowers.
I love big things too. Big things are a compilation of the perfection of small things. They are even better than small things.
I love the guitar. I love hammer-ons. I love harmony. I love music.
I love my past family vacations. Like the time we stopped at the Marriott just to ride the glass elevator. And the time we saw a HUGE hill, and pulled over to roll down it. When we spontaneously decided to drive to Ohio, and played tag in the corn fields. I love the tree in my granny’s yard. I love the style of every house in New England.
I love prayer. The bond between a prayer is deeper than a typical conversation. It’s a quest of love, hope, faith, and trust, no matter what the topic.
I love that every summer I travel up the East Coast to Massachusetts and New Hamster. I love that I have made life-long friendships with people who live 1600 miles away.
I love going thrifting and finding the raddest things for cheap.
I love that I have the most wonderful friends, who are willing to give me rides around the world, and pass notes everyday in the classes I hate. They are such an impact of my life. I share so many remarkable memories with them. I love each conversation that brings me closer. I love the people who have the best arms to put around me when I need to feel comfort. I love the people that understand those bad days and don't hold it against me when I get a little crazy.
I love when my friends love God just as much as I do.
I love that I've experienced loss. I love that I've experienced pain. I love that I've been lonely. From all those I've gained new knowledge and ability to understand.
I love that I even when things are crappy, I can still count my blessings.
To you, these may be meaningless words of flowers and bunny’s. My life may not be world tours and supercalafragelistebestialedocious and it may not be as exciting as running rampant crime sprees, or fascinating to anyone but me, but my life is very fulfilling.
Yes, I love my life.
-Linda Marie Partain