Beauty From Ashes

Living in our perfect bubbles

In ignorant bliss

Treating death like it’s

Some sort of hit or miss

 

Floating aimlessly around

Until death comes knocking

Face to face with harsh reality

Our bubbles are popping

 

But are we not earthen vessels

That God shapes and molds

People who can now give comfort

To others who need a hand to hold

 

Earthly life fades

It’s gone in the blink of an eye

A faltering heartbeat

One last goodbye

 

And though times are tough

And our hope downward crashes

God will bring forth beauty

Out of the ashes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Gift of Now

I am a bit of a worry wart. I worry about school; What colleges will accept me and what will happen if I choose to leave my home state. I worry about my friends personal lives and am forever trying to fix their problems. I worry about relationships and what will happen to me when everyone I know is married or seriously dating someone and I am stuck waiting for my prince charming. If change were a football team, I would most certainly not be the crazed fan pumping her fist in the air and cheering from the bleachers. Sometimes thinking about moving out of my parents house and living the life of a responsible adult scares me. Sometimes I want to curl up in my bathrobe and fuzzy socks and will time to stop. That way everything can stay exactly as it is, and I will not be forced to move on with the rest of the world.

Moving on always involves leaving something behind. Last year, my Dad was hired as the pastor of a new church. Before we officially settled into our new home, my family drove an hour and a half to church and back every Sunday for six months. During that time, we were constantly worrying about whether or not our house would sell, whether it was priced correctly and so on. I was excited about moving. I would finally live the small town life I had dreamt of for years. But moving away also meant leaving behind one of my closest friends, the girl I had shared my dreams with. That summer I developed a trust in God that would not have been cultivated had I not gone through that stressful time. It helped me realize that I am not responsible for perfectly planning the rest of my days.

Change is what brings us to different seasons in our lives. As flowers bloom in spring and leaves float to the ground in autumn, so change leaves its mark on us. Letting tomorrow take care of itself is much easier said than done. I think there is a part of every person that wants to be in control of his or her own life. I may not know precisely what the future holds in store for me, but one thing I am sure of is that I spend far to much time worrying about the “what Ifs” of life and not nearly enough time treasuring what I have now.

“Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift; that’s why its called the present.” ~Master Oog’way Kung Fu Panda

 

 

What Everyone Said

Everyone says that confidence is something to be admired. They say its great to be who you are. That having high-self esteem in life will get you ever so far.

Everyone says they’re drawn to the one who commands attention when he walks into the room. The man brimming over with confidence is the one who makes ladies swoon.

Everyone says that you shouldn’t be shy but instead be fun and outgoing. That once you take that initial step your confidence will soon begin growing.

Everyone said I should be the life of the party, so that’s who I decided to be. I talked and laughed for hours on end, but only blank stares looked back at me.

Everyone said being quiet wasn’t good, but they hadn’t liked it when I tried to be entertaining. They called me an attention hog; on their parade I was raining.

Everyone said I was far to loud, so more quiet I tried to be. They then called me antisocial. More friends I needed to see.

Everyone said I didn’t make sense, but it was they who had twisted my thoughts. Into their distorted views and ways of living I had willingly bought.

Everyone said I shouldn’t but I did. I said,  “Just never you mind. Society no longer determines my personality or how I’m defined.”

What everyone said that day sometimes replays in my head. The time I decided to be someone else because of what everyone said.

“Perhaps it’s impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be.”

― Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Game

(http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/27/prompt-the-great-pretender/)

 

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Seconds

“Daddy, I never wanna grow up. I wanna be your little girl forever!”

The first time I told my dad I wanted to be his little girl forever, I was six years old and full of questions concerning adult life.

“How do you get a drivers license Daddy? Do people leave their mom’s and dad’s when they grow up? How old do you have to be to get married?”

Despite my curiosity, there was one thing I didn’t want to change- the relationship I had with the people I cared about. I have five siblings, the oldest of whom is eleven and the youngest, who is two. Since I’m home schooled, I spend a great deal of time with my siblings and we are all very close. I imagine watching my siblings grow up is something like watching your own children mature. One day I’ll come home from work to find that the baby who was two just yesterday, is now sixteen, and going on her first date. I’ll find the colossal lego cities have been replaced with real house designs of my brothers who have become architects and house builders. My seven years old sisters prized baby dolls will have been replaced with real children of her own. Life goes on. It’s heartbreaking and wonderful.

Some people might think my life has not even begun yet. Some people might say I still have many years to live before I can say I’ve experienced a “full” life. I do not believe age determines how “full” someones life is.  I believe the person who has experienced laughter, love and joy, is someone who has experienced life to the full. If there’s anything I’ve come to realize in my short fourteen years, it’s that life is not about the length of time you spend on this planet; it’s about the people you spend it with. So go tell your family and your friends how much you love and appreciate them. The clock is ticking; Make every second count.

“That’s the worst of growing up, and I’m beginning to realize it. The things you wanted so much when you were a child don’t seem half so wonderful to you when you get them.”

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/22/prompt-young/

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/30/daily-prompt-age/

Lost Dreams

I gazed at the swirling water, wondering what it would feel like to reach my hand down and touch it. Something sparkled to my left. A quarter. This was new. Most people only threw in pennies or dimes. Maybe I could take just one. Just one little coin. Then I could finally be a big girl and buy my own gum ball from the twenty-five cent gum ball machine. My parents thought I was a vain little girl, so they would most likely think I was staring at my reflection in the water, not scheming to rid the mall of it’s wishes.

I never actually took a coin from the mall fountain. I threw in a penny here and a dime there, like the grownups told me to. As I grew older, I stopped throwing money in the fountain at all. I walked past the fountain like everybody else, with my starbucks drink in my left hand, and my Belk and Lord and Taylor shopping bags dangling over each arm. I chatted with my girl-friends about boys, dances, and shoes never pausing to glance at the fountain full of hopes and dreams. Like so many people, I forgot about the wishes.

Fountains across America are full of forgotten wishes. Wishes people made at one time or another because they really needed some good luck, or perhaps just because they had some spare change. Those fountains are wish collectors but never wish granters. Throwing wishes into a fountain is akin to wishing upon a star or blowing out birthday candles. These wishes are lost soon after they are made. Nevertheless, there is something about wishing upon inanimate objects that continues to give us hope. A sense that even though the coins will rust, the sun will rise, and the cake will be eaten, our dreams will live on, in the hearts and minds of those who remember them.

A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you’re fast asleep
In dreams you lose your heartaches
Whatever you wish for, you keep
Have faith in your dreams and someday
Your rainbow will come smiling thru
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
the dream that you wish will come true

~Cinderella

Prompt from Daily Post at WordPress.com.

Footprints In the Dust

 

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
~Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2)

I like taking long walks. Nature is beautiful, and a lengthy stroll is always preferable to completing biology homework. When I’m out walking, I have a lot of time to think. Lately, I’ve been thinking about words and their meanings. I find it fascinating how people communicate. Children have to learn how to speak. They are born with an innate desire to communicate with those around them, but they must learn the meaning of certain words and how to form those words. There is one word, however, which a child will always know even if he or she cannot yet pronounce it. The word he or she has been called since infancy; Their very own name.

Names give us a sense of ownership. The name you have been given is yours. It belongs to you. Even if half a million people have the same name, there is something about you which brings character and life to your name. Have you ever seen the movie, “Horton Hears A Who”?The movie is based on  Dr. Seuss’s classic book, Horton Hears A Who.  In the movie the mayor of Whoville takes his eldest son to the “Great Hall”. This room was designed specifically to honor the previous mayors of Whoville.  The mayor tells his son that he wishes for him to, “Become one of the Greats.” Even though this movie is adorable, it brings up an interesting topic. Is “greatness” dictated by the parents to which your were born and the name which they bestowed upon you? I believe that to a degree this is the case. Here I would like to insert the extremely overused quote:

“Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon ‘em.”
~ William Shakespeare

But what if I changed my name? Would I be the same person I am today?

Identity is something that teenagers are known to struggle with. According to tv shows and quote unquote “teenager blogs” I am supposed to be going through something called “teenage angst” right about now. Doesn’t that sound delightful? Thankfully I’ve never truly struggled with who I am. Maybe it’s because I’ve found my identity in the name of Christ, and I don’t need a fancy title to know that I have value.

I had a couple nicknames when I was younger. I was “Sweet T” to my Dad (Because I LOVED sweet tea and because my name begins with a ‘T’), “Tory Ory” to my mom, and “Baby Doll” to my Grandma (although thats probably more a term of endearment than an actual nickname).  My permanent nickname, however, is Tory, which is short for Victoria.  My full name is Victoria Dianne Kornreich. I asked my mom once why she and my father chose those particular names for me. Her response was,

“We named your Victoria because we always wanted you to remember that your victory is in Christ. We decided to use Dianne because that was your great Aunts name, and she wasn’t a believer.”

All my siblings have middle names that correspond to a non-believeing relative. My biological brother, Toby, is the only exception. His middle name is Andrew (my fathers name) but his first name is Tobias. This was the name of my great grandfather who my parents witnessed to on his deathbed. The names belonging to me and my siblings are a constant reminder to serve those around us and holdfast to biblical truths.

Since I am also a part of the ever expanding youtube community, I’ve been noticing that death is a trending topic at the moment. I suppose this makes sense since the number one fear in America is Necrophobia, or fear of death. Most people fear the “nothingness” after death.  I believe the fear that all they will become to future posterity is one of the many names on Ancestry.com is a close second. People want to leave a legacy; something that will forever remain in the hearts and minds of loved ones. I don’t feel a need to be “one of the greats”. I don’t feel a need to leave my mark on the world either. I do, however, want to change the lives of the people I come in contact with for the better. If all people remember of me when I die is the name on my tombstone, and not the God I claimed to represent, then I will have failed miserably. When I’m gone, if all that’s left of my earthly existence are footprints in the dust, then so be it.  If I have succeeded in shining for a God with a name infinitely greater than my own, I will consider my time on this earth a life well lived.

“Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.”
― Shannon L. Alder

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/category/writing-challenges/

Not sure if I’m supposed to do a works cited page for a blog post or not, but I’ll be a good student and do one anyway:)

Works Cited:

“Name Quotes, Sayings about Proper Names and Nicknames.” Name Quotes, Sayings about Proper Names and Nicknames. N.p., n.d. Web. 20 Mar. 2014.
“The Only Thing Worse than a Boy Who Hates You: A Boy That Loves You.””Quotes About Legacy (109 Quotes). N.p., n.d. Web. 20 Mar. 2014.
 “Quote DB.” Be Not Afraid of Greatness. Some Are Born Great, Some Achieve Greatness, and Some Have Greatness Thrust upon ’em. by William Shakespeare. N.p., n.d. Web. 20 Mar. 2014.
 “What Phobia Is the Fear of Death or Dying?” WikiAnswers. Answers Corporation, n.d. Web. 20 Mar. 2014.
 “What’s in a Name? That Which We Call a Rose – Shakespeare Quotes.” Enotes.com. Enotes.com, n.d. Web. 20 Mar. 2014.
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An Inkling

So. This is my first blog post. Ever. I’M SO EXCITED! Except, well I might be missing one thing…purpose. I don’t really have a specific purpose for this blog yet. I love writing (obviously). I love Jane Austen, and Sherlock, and The goose girl by Shannon Hale….and music, and acting, and long walks on moonlit beaches, and grande houses that look like they may be haunted, and carriage rides, and chocolate and Christmas time and bungee jumping and— now do you see my dilemma? I simply don’t know what on earth to write about…..I have an inkling now, actually. It must be because you’ve stayed with me this long. You’ve given me a tiny inkling of a thought. Do you see it? Well, of course you don’t. I suppose no one can see it except me. But’s it’s there.  Waiting for me to discover it. For now, I will simply write as the thoughts come. If you have any inklings of your own, please feel free to leave them down in the comment section below. I would love to read them:)