"Baby, be prepared to be surprised ..."

Happy 2010! I do hope that everyone brought in the new year with class! :) This year I brought in the new year a little bit different than normal. I was in Kansas, which is a hour off from New York's wonderful ball drop. So at eleven pm in Kansas I watched the ball drop and then I went to bed, because I was the only one still awake. Some may be wondering why I was in Kansas and that is easily answered by stating... Oz. Yup. I wanted to meet the wizard :]. Okay... really for those who don't know my dad moved to Kansas and I thought I would take advantage of the long break in classes and head out to see him.

So that picture is a picture of the snow!! I love snow. Really. It makes the cold worth having. I don't understand why God put in Charleston all my life. I love winter. And Fall. And Spring... Summer, I could do without that one. But anyway - the picture seemed to be good for this blog.

The title is from a Sondre Lerche song called "To Be Surprised". I have no reasoning for it other than Suz is playing it and we watched Dan in Real Life the other day. And it was better than the other two movies that we have watched this weekend. Also for this year, I really want to be surprised. I want to be surprised at what God is doing in my life and what will happen.

So, I have to admit something. Suz got me addicted to Deviant Art. Which is a website were people post there art work and it is really cool. I was look on there the other day and I ran into this writing... and it broke my heart.

Shelved

"she sees the world through batted eyelashes and a plastered smile. her appearance is flawless - a doll in a window display.
he walks by the window day after day and looks in. he sees a beautiful image, lace and sparkles and shiny accessories.
into the store he goes and puts his money on the counter. the old shopkeep with the grey beard and the dirty spectacles nods and hands the doll over.
she is porcelain and she's easy to break. her tag reads 'handle with care' but he rips it off before he can read it. he doesn't care about her details. he just wants her pretty exterior.
he takes her home and plays with her, undressing and dressing and undressing and dressing. when he is done, he places her on his shelf beside the others he's grown weary of.

and he leaves her there.

she is porcelain and she's easy to break. she collects dust and sits among all the other dolls. they scratch together and chip each other. she misses the glossy store window; flawless and untouched."

Again, let me repeat I did not write this! I just really liked it because I feel like there is a lot of human emotion in it. Girls do this to themselves all the time. I feel like we tend to become someone that we aren't at times in our lives and we do things that we wish we hadn't. At once we were perfected and untouched and then something happen, and we did something for someone or something and that thing let us down. It is hard it read that.

It is because of things like this poem and the emotions that I get from it that makes me want to work with youth. Most of the time they have so much to say and so much emotion that they need someone that will be there for them. I want to be that person. I want to be there for people who are hurting because of the regrets that they made. I want to be there for people who are so excited about life and want to burst in excitement. How does that not sound awesome?

I really only wanted to update with the story. So this is all for tonight :).