Tuesday, December 2, 2008

This is an essay I had to do, enjoy!!

“A beautiful thing is never perfect.” —Egypt
This quote it is true, but only here on earth. The only thing that disagrees with it is the Trinity; The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
They are beautiful and perfect but they are not of this earth, they are unattached.
Although the earth is beautiful, it has not been perfect since the fall of sin. Take what the earth has given, put it under a microscope and something will indeed be found wrong with it. Take a rose for example; admire its colors, its shape, and its smell. It is seemingly perfect.
Now, put that rose under a microscope and bugs holes will be found, so will dead petals, and aphids.
So many mistakes have been woven into creation that people have been known to forget that they are there; people have also been known to find mistakes in architecture and in art. In things that have been shaped with our own hands and in things that are really famous. Although something has many or few mistakes does not mean that we cannot enjoy them.
Take the gorgeous ceiling of the Sistine Chapel; Michelangelo made many mistakes, maybe in mixing the paint or in the layout. But it is still thought of as one the many wonders of the world.
Though mistakes are found, they bring realism to the beauty itself.
If the world is looked at and all that is seen is the mistakes and not the meaning that is gained from those mistakes, that means that everybody who has looked at those mistakes are afraid to see the world as it has become; a sinful and terrifying place. It also means that they are afraid to search for the real beauty that is still in there and bring it back to life.
It is not a horrible thing to find bugs in the rose, but it will be something horrible if they are allowed to take over.
May God give strength to those who wish to follow his footsteps and pattern their lives after his: perfect and beautiful.
May they blossom to be something better then a rose, something not pulled down by bugs, something perfect and beautiful.
The above quote is just trying to say that beauty is not found in perfectness, but in perspective.
Find the right perspective and show it to the world.

Monday, June 9, 2008

Wow, I think I'm in love.

The reason?

http://elrasbaking.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

SAD NEWS...

Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment
community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection
and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities
turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry
Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and
Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.


Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a
man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in
show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was
not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on
half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still
was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for
millions.

Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, three children: John
Dough, Jane Dough and Dosey Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He
is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.

The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Magic

The shiny black cover of a new notebook, lures me, from its place on the bed.

I sniff its delicious newness with delight while slowly I turn the pages.

Stories flood my head, vivid pictures and tender poems mix with color descriptions and lonely poetry until they're all just a bunch of meaningless words.

I sift through it, untangling the jumbo. Then a story leaps out at me itching through my fingertips to be told.

I reach for the sharpened pencil, and chew on it's pink eraser. Then I put the tip to the lined paper and watch with interest as my story unfolds on to its hungry pages.