He walked right past, never seeing her. Oblivious to how she felt. She gazed after him, longing for him to notice her. But he didn't. And he wouldn't. After all, who would notice her? She was nobody. The dirt beneath the world's feet.
     She grabbed her books and bag, ready to go home. She was used to being ignored by now. No one cared enough to truly get to know her. It takes too much effort. Too much of their time. She walked down the stairs, tripping on the bottom step, her books spilling everywhere as she fell. And everyone just kept walking by. No one stopped to help her or ask if she was okay. She wasn't worth it.
     She gathered up her books, and wondered why she bothered caring. Why did she keep hoping someone would be different? That someone would care? She was nothing.

Invisible

     Do you ever feel invisible? Do you ever feel like someone may be looking at you, but not really seeing you? Maybe they're oblivious, maybe they just don't care.
     Have you ever felt on the outside looking in? That you just don't belong. You don't fit the mold. You can't break in to the inner circle. Have you ever felt that no one cares enough to really get to know you? Have you ever wanted the kind of friendship where they would listen to everything about you, and love you just the same, and you would do the same for them?
     Have you ever felt inadequate? That you're not good enough. Cool enough. Popular enough. That you're not pretty enough. That you're not worth the time it takes to get to know you.
     Have you ever felt lost in a sea of faces? Not worth it? Ordinary. Average.
     Do you ever feel...alone?

Growing Up

     Growing up. It's something we all have to do. We must learn to take on responsibility. Get a job. Pay bills. And then there's the question every kid gets asked...
         What do you want to be when you grow up?
     I cannot tell you how much I hated that question. Especially since I was the kid who would give you the blank stare and say, "Uhh, I don't know." Then the adult would give you that look. Yeah, you know the one I'm talking about. The how-can-you-not-know-what-you-want-to-be-you-must-be-thick look. I grew to know that look well.
     Over the years, I have thought I would like to do many things with my life, only to change them days after. Dreams have flitted in and right back out of my heart. One dream, though, has stayed with me since my childhood. And that is, to be a wife and mother. No matter what I would decide I wanted to do with my life, whether it was to become a marine biologist, or a Disney Princess at Disneyland, that one has stuck with me. I believe God has engraved this on my heart, and hopefully one day that dream will come true.
      So now when people ask me what I want to be when I grow up, I can confidently say that I DO know. And it is such a wonderful dream that is dear to my heart.

Fish Fingers and Custard

     I believe it's time for me to come clean. I am a hopeless Doctor Who addict. You may think me strange or nerdy, but it is something I simply cannot help it. It's gotten in my blood. Think what you like of me. :)
     I've always wanted to try fish fingers and custard...One day soon I am going to do it. I wonder what that would taste like...Fish fingers and custard. The combination of sweet and...what? How exactly do you describe what fish fingers taste like? Savory? Hmmmm. At any rate, I don't believe I'll be able to eat very many of them.
     Now, you may ask me why I'm blogging about fish fingers, custard, and Doctor Who. Well, the answer is very simple. I am bored, and full, and need to pour myself out in writing. Although it may not be very good writing. Anyway, there you are. I feel a bit better now.

Once Upon a Dream...

     Something you should know about me. I am an absolute fairytale fanatic. Especially Disney's renditions of them. And if you're anything like me, you know what it is to daydream about being in your own fairytale. I'm sure most of us do. Most girls wish to be a princess like in those Disney movies, who find themselves in mortal danger only to be rescued at the last second by a dashing young prince. And while that usually doesn't happen in real life, it's still nice to dream about it.

     I'm wondering why, though. Why do we want to be a beautiful princess? Why do we want to be rescued by a prince? I think every girl has a desire deep inside of her to feel special. Beautiful. Cherished. Loved. And while we can sometimes have those feelings in small portions, it never really satisfies us completely. And so we long to be one of those princesses in the movies, with their happily ever afters.

     In the words of Paul, "What shall we say then?" Do we give up on our own happily ever after and resort to escaping into the world of fairy tales? Certainly not! We have our very own Prince who has already come to rescue us from a deadly end. Jesus paid the ultimate sacrifice so that we might live happily ever after with Him in heaven. I think that's wonderful, don't you? It gives me great joy to know that this earth is not all there is, and we have a wonderful palace waiting for us in heaven. We are daughters of the King (princesses!), and we are beautiful in His eyes.
    

Stress!

  Stress. It's something we all deal with. Sometimes, we get a knot as big as a chocolate chip cookie in our neck. Sometimes, it's just the little things that all add up. Nonetheless, we all get stressed out. So what do we do when that unfortunate event occurs? I know that I want to curl up in a ball on the couch with some chocolate and a good chick flick. Others drown themselves in music. There are all sorts of ways to escape it. But those only last for a little while, and then the stress comes back in full force. So what are we to do?
    I suppose that all we can do is pray. So my prayer right now, is that my Jesus would take away all of the stress I'm feeling right now and fill me with His everlasting peace.

Opening Words

   Well, hello there. If you are reading this blog, I am going to assume you are either really bored, or a family member of mine. At any rate, thank you for taking the time to read the ramblings of a fellow human being. I am going to try and sound intelligent, but will probably come off sounding rather idiotic. Now, to begin.
   In my experience, most blogs are rather vague, and yet manage to sound deep and intellectual. This blog will probably be neither. Bear with me as I try to be coherent.
    Thank you again.
      God bless your day.