Blissful Things.

In this post, i am going to post things that make me feel all glowy inside.
Things that make me feel like everything is RIGHT.
Like, a smile from a stranger, an anonymous note, a good quote, a little girl telling me she likes my glasses, taking a picture that turns out right, staying so long in a coffee shop that we get a parking ticket, an upside down rainbow, sun flare, lots of things.
Even little things.
Here are some more, only more interesting. :)

My uncles. They NEVER fail to make me laugh.
NEVER. Even when they argue about corn flakes.
Even when they say the same stories OVER and OVER, they
always manage to have us all rolling on the floor, as they exaggerate
and stretch the stories until there's barely any fact left, and it's all fiction.
I love them so much.
I hope I can be like them when I grow up. :)

Classical music.
oh my goodness.
There are some songs that just leave you breathless.
And being in an orchestra.
That's pretty awesome, in my opinion.

Things arranged by color.
I don't know why.
It's so preeeetty.
And books. Books that make me cry one second, and laugh the next.
Books pretty much fill my life.

Slow shutter speeds.
And glowy things that work with slow shutter speeds.

Trying to make book covers with my aunts.
There's story that goes well with this picture, we're thinking of
writing an Amish romance novel entitled, Homer's Heart Finds a Home.
That's a joke.
We have as much intention of writing an Amish romance novel as we do
flying to the moon and back before teatime tomorrow.

Speaking of books,
the style L.M. Montgomery writes,
is pretty spanking awesome.
"Mrs. William Morrison was one of those people who always
speak decisively. If they merely announce that they are going to peel the potatoes for dinner, 
their hearers realize that there is no possible escape for the potatoes."
That's just an example, but if I would ever take a shine to writing books,
that's how I would want to write.

Sunsets. And stars.
You know that whenever you see a sunset or  a night sky filled with stars, you can take a deep breath,
stand stock still, and realize how small you're problems are, and that EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT.

The last song on this soundtrack . . .

My lands, how I love letters.
My dear friend Monica and I have been sending each other letters since we were knee high
to a grasshopper.
I LOVE Monica.
I also love most any other kind of letter, too.
If you're ever wanting to send a letter to someone, and you can't think of who to send it to . . .

 Boys this age.
I don't know why, but they really crack me up.
They try to act all manly and masculine, but inside they're a bunch of teddy bears. :)

Reading through the Bible, and finding verses to underline.
Realizing how privileged I am to own more than one.

Flower arranging.
Someday, I want to work with flowers.

Early morning questions and answers with these people.
(photo credit:
This was last year, and we just got together last week for another one, with
some new additions to the conversation.
grand times.

For being them.

You will not understand unless you have read the Wind In the Willows.
He's quite hilarious.
(I told you books pretty much fill my life.:)

Macro lenses.
Tee hee.

And knowing that, someday, I could go and be with children like this.
Somewhere, someday, somehow.
That's my dream.

signing off, 
Chrisitna Celise.

I got a whole lot
of these pictures
off of the internet.
Big fan of Google. :)


An OLD journal entry.

One of my friends did an old entry from her journal, and I just think that that is a goooood idea.
Of course, the journal entry cannot, by any means, be embarrassing.
(um, Christy, since when are your old journal entries NOT embarrassing?)

Before you continue, to giggle and snort and make ghastly noises while reading, you must first imagine a ten year old's handwriting, of un-readability and full of scribbles.

Now, are you ready to delve into my diary of DEEP, PHILOSOPHER type thoughts?


Dear Diary, 
Hi! Howdy! Hello! How are you?(that's a funny question to ask a diary)
I'm sorry for not writing for sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo LONG!
The last time I wrote was.... .. 
let me see.....JUNE!
(Reader must understand that sprinkled all throughout my diaries are apologies for not writing in a long time)
that's Horrible! 
How could I!
How cruel of me!

Cherie and me are out in the woods.It's terribly windy and it was raining this morning. 
Hopefully you haven't forgot my family! O.k. let me refresh your memory, my dad, Gaylord, my mom, Celesta, three brothers, Zachary (enter something that even I  can't decipher!),Trevor 8, Michael 5, Chloe 1, Cherie 13, and me, 10. 
it is very cold. 
oohh, in like, 7 more days we are allowed to drink POP!
We weren't gonna for a Whole YEAR!
Guess what! WE Got A PIG!!!
okay I'll go onto other talk.
[I think this means that i'll move on to other even MORE interesting topics. But this topic is TOO interesting, you say? ;)]
well, actually not it's starting to drip alot on here by!

well, I hope you enjoyed that.
(now would be the point where you all stop snickering)
Thank you.



"The Lord is my portion, therefore I HOPE IN HIM."

Through the Lord's mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions FAIL NOT.
They are new every morning.
Great is Your faithfulness.
"The Lord is my portion," says my soul,
"Therefore I hope in Him!"
The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, to the soul who seeks Him.
It is good that one should hope and wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord.
 It is good for a man to bear the yoke in his youth.

(not when he is old, and is more wise. In his youth, he should bear a yoke. we should wait patiently and silently for Him. not waiting until we are older, and seemingly more close to God. 
now is the time for Him to lay a burden on you. a burden for the lost, a burden for the homeless, a burden for the orphans, a burden for the unreached, a burden for the widows, a burden for the hopeless. don't wait until you're older, ask God to lay a burden on you now, no matter how useless you may feel to Him.)

Let him sit alone and keep silent, 
Because God has laid it on him;
Let him put his mouth in the dust-
There may yet be hope.
Let him give his cheek to the one who strikes him,
let him be full of reproach.

(FULL of reproach. not just sad: reproachful. not proud: reproachful. )

For the Lord will not cast off forever, though He causes grief.
Yet He will show compassion according to the multitude of His mercies.
For He does not afflict willingly, nor grieve the children of men.

(what a God we serve. no matter how many times we cast Him off. no matter how many times we err, we sin, we mess up. no matter how many times we turn from Him, no matter how many times we go our own way. 

O Lord, You have pleaded the case for my soul;
             You have REDEEMED MY LIFE.

Lamentations 3: 22-33, 3:58