What are those?

So you might be wondering, what are those little circles above my picture? They are dragon eggs. I rescued them from there abandoning mother and I'm taking care of them. You can click on them to see a little bit more of there info. And I think when you click on them it helps them to hatch. So I hopefully will be the mother of several dragons.

Struck Dumb

When ever people hear that phrase one usually pictures either someone afraid to speak or someone blown away by the words of a person wiser then themselves. Or there's the third option. Picturing someone striking a dumb person, but that's mean.

but some people miss use the words. They use it when someone is silent to there verbal abuse. Like this, "You know what, your just a weekling." Silence. "What's the matter, you struck dumb?" (not nice!) I've actually heard people being verbally abused and when they make no contact, instead of the usual 'cat caught your tongue' it's 'what, you struck dumb' which hurts more then the first.

So, what should the people who are 'struck dumb' do? Should they make a snappy someback? Should they walk away? There isn't really a good answer to these questions. Everything depends on the previous circumstances and the background of the bully and the victum. But the reality is that these situations are going on all arround us. Not just in junior high or high school. In colleges and the work place. Because those bullies don't grow out of being bullies. And the victums will still carry their shame.

Few get out of this rift into a different confidence and life stile. But the majority remain the same. That is one of the huge problems with our day and age. All the kids that grew up in there little rifts that their parents didn't get them out of are now the adults of today and of corse they aren't going to teach the right things to there kids.

All I can say in conclusion is this, Lord, I'm waiting for the day you will come back to earth and tack us to be with you. Please let that day be soon. For the world is no longer lovely to my eyes.

Falling Inside The Black - Skillet

There are always areas of life that you are grateful you have climbed out of. In high school I got into black...a lot! I'm still a bit into it. But then I was depress. Now I'm joyful. But I heard this song on YouTube by Skillet. It greatly reminded me of where I was then. And I'm actually glad I got out it.

Music and what it does

What is it about certain books or movies (let's through music in that barrel as well) influence us to such a great degree?

Today I set out on a quest to clean my room. The best thing to do while cleaning is to listen to music. It's even better when my family was gone all day so I could blare it as loud as I want. ;) But today I chose to listen to the Narnia Soundtrack's. (I prefer Prince Caspian's music of the two.)

So the whole afternoon I was listening to Narnia while I re-organized and cleaned my room. But that whole time, I felt like I didn't belong in the room I was cleaning. Don't worry, I did get the job done. But It didn't feel like my room. Or that I was supposed to be wearing a Bronco jersey and jeans with holes in them.

I felt like I was supposed to have a sword by my side and getting ready to charge into battle. But I'm a sword short, and the battle is no where.

I felt a little distressed. I ended up looking at the ceiling (I pictured looking at the heavens) and asked God, Why was I born in this time period? I started thinking of all the people who have no want, desire or even the knowledge of valor, honor, sacrifice, even patriotism is going down the tubes.

In college on Thur. one of the girls in my class was listening to what I wanted to do for my assignment. I was saying that I'd like to draw a picture that would recognise fire fighters and what they do for us.

And she said that I'm too patriotic.

At first I didn't know what to say. Then I asked her, what's wrong with being patriotic?

I didn't get any answer.

All this to say...(man I went down a rabbit trail...I think)...Especially today, music makes me feel like I belong in that place and time. Not this. Is that because those stories have valor, honor, sacrifice and the physical fight against good and evil? And at this day and age those qualities have no more meaning?

A New Day, A New Month

I want to continue that phrase with 'A New Year'...but I can't cause that isn't the case. Today my voice is totally gone. I'm just getting over a cold, so it's probably just part of the aftermath. I'm glad it is November. Thanksgiving is just around the corner.

One should ask, what is Thanksgiving for? Some would give one word answers, 'Football', 'Food', 'Family'. (why do they all start with F?) But Thanksgiving is more. I know, a lot of you might roll your eyes and think, 'I've heard this type of thing over and over again! Why should I continue reading?'.

Well, I say Thanksgiving is an opportunity to tell others about what really happened in history. How the settlers were friends with the Indians and they were celebrating the fact that they had learned how to grow crops and that they lived through a hard year in the new world. It's not just about giving thanks, it's about remembering history.

And it's knowing that we will someday be in history. And what will our story be? Will we be known as a serial killer? Or a world famous actor? Or will people in our community remember us as godly men and women?

Think about it.

Lion picture; posting it because I can

I feel like posting a picture...

...So I did!

I found this photo off the internet. Doesn't he look happy? I like looking for all kinds of pictures of animals and landscapes to possibly draw or paint some day. I have thousands of photo's on my GIG stick. So I thought, that I might as well share them.

My Testimony

I always love to hear peoples testimonies of how they came to Christ. So I decided to share my own testimony. It's not extravagant but it's still a story.


I was born in San Diego California but once my dad retired from the military we moved to Colorado Springs, Colorado.

Being the fourth of five kids I grew up learning what was wrong from my older siblings. I saw that they got punished and I knew that I didn’t want a spanking. But I had my own ways of making trouble.

When I was in Junior High I was outcast from the youth group at church. No one wanted to know me or talk to me. I greatly wanted attention from people but I sought for it in the wrong way. I went Goth and adorned myself in a lot of black. I constantly wore black until my whole wardrobe was black. I dyed my hair and got black makeup for my eyes, I was going really dark.

But when I was 16 I was listening to a sermon on the radio and it convicted me that I was ruining my life. I wasn’t being the person that God created me to be. I was in rebellion to the Lord, and the sermon was piercing my heart.

I cried and asked God to give me another chance, not as a sinner but as a Child of His. I accepted Him as Lord of my life.

I knew then and there that I needed to change. It took a little while to get out of the black stuff and I confess I still like black stuff. But I turned a corner away from the broad path of destruction to the narrow path to light.

Now, my heart yearns to find out more about my King Jesus Christ. I want to share Christ with the people around me, to reach as many people as I can for Christ so that they too can be saved.

Art: What's Allowed?

So, in the art field you'll have so many artists tell you that naked people are fine 'in the art world'. They also say graphic drawings are alright 'in the art world'. People are constantly telling me that if I want to be a good artist that I have to experiment with all areas of art, even nude models.

As a follower of Christ, I don't belief drawing, painting, or sculpting a nude person is pleasing. Not in the sense that our bodies are an abomination, but the viewer is not going to be looking at a piece with the mindset of the art worlds definition of 'this is okay'. I don't want to draw something that will cause a person's mind to stumble.

So, getting to the point, my art teacher for drawing is going to have us draw a nude model. I asked if I can do a different project instead. She gave me a lecture on how 'you're supposed to suck up your religious beliefs and do the project' and 'only good artists can draw anything, even a nude'.

That's the first aspect. My other question is about graphic pictures. I'm a more physical person when I get mad. I have to hit something. Don't worry, I don't hit anyone! But I've broken several springs in my bed and I once broke a punch bag... Anyway, when I don't get my anger out by punching something I'll draw something graphic because I'm so mad.

Here's an example. It's not too graphic, but Is this an okay way of managing anger?

So...Here are my two questions.

What is considered the correct path in drawing nude models?

And Is it okay to draw graphic stuff to get my anger out over punching things and possible people?

Gospel Witnessing

Okay, I really need to share this story. At College I'm taking 2 classes. Drawing 1 and Ceramics 1. In Drawing 1 there's a girl (she likes to go as Spike) who is a Satanist. Well, when I first attended the class she made you religion known and I was thinking, "Oh great! I'm on the opposite side of the spectrum. Lord, please help me to be a good witness for you." So, I began my witnessing commission, but with a different twist. I wasn't going up to anyone handing out tracks, or walking around with a large 'Repent' sign. I wasn't even really talking about it at first. I just lived and walked in the principals that God calls for his children. I wrote some stuff on my backpack like, 'God Rocks', 'Jesus Christ' and 'Eternal Life'. My fellow classmates saw the writings and instantly figured I was a quote "Christian". They didn't give it much thought.

But, something happened today that told me that they have thought more about it then I knew. Spike and I were sitting in the hall, waiting for our teacher to come. We're being nice and talking about different things. Then she asks my about my backpack and what I really mean by stating the name of Jesus Christ.

My mind instantly starts praying, "Lord, give me the words!" I continue to pray through-out the whole conversation.

She states her beliefs, about Satan, about no one really being evil and that re-incarnation is what happens after you die.

Then I state my relationship with God. I specify that there is a heaven and hell and that re-incarnation can't work. I also make it clear that true Christianity, being a Christ Follower as I like to put it, isn't a religion, but a relationship.

As we talk about these heated subjects, our other classmates are coming and listening in on the conversation. They are respectfully quiet and letting us 'but heads'.

It was very calm, not a debate or an argument.

Before the teacher came, Spike stopped and stared at me. And she said, "I am astounded."

I braced myself for anything.

"You are the only Christian I have meet that one, isn't trying to shove the gospel down my throat and convert me, two, isn't trying to kill me because I am a Satanist, and three, you aren't just saying things. I've seen you these past two months and you aren't just talking the talk but you are walking the walk."

Now it was my turn to be astounded. My mind instantly started praising God. The Lord was using me as a witness when all he had me do was keep my life in check.

I've been jumping for joy all day! Cause not only was I talking with, and giving Spike things to think about, but all my other classmates that were sitting with us also heard what we were saying.

I pray that the small conversation will help Spike and everyone else come closer to reaching the Lord. I also pray that I will continue to keep myself in check and that the Lord will use me to reach others.

If that talk today alone was the only reason God is having me go to college, then I wouldn't trade the joy it has given me for the world!

First and Foremost

Beginnings are a part of life. As are endings. If everyone counted the different phases we had of things in life, it would be a very long list. This is the beginning and an end of a new phase in my life. I've left a lot of forums that, at first were very fulfilling in my life. But now they no longer serve any purpose. They have run their course. I have finished the race and I'm training my life for the next track.

Man, I don't usually talk like this...at least I don't think I talk like this. But it's another change to except in the process of growing up.

A friend of Mine told me that it would be a great idea to start a blog. Since I'm striving to become an artist and a writer, she said it's just wise in this day and age.

So the First is this, the first post in the beginning of a new phase, the blogging phase. And Foremost, I will here-after post things that hopefully inspire and encourage you as you walk in your phases of life.

God Bless!