La Bella Vita

I have a best friend. She has held my hand for my first break-up. She dried my tears when I watched my father pass away. She let me follow my dreams, wherever they led. She supported my goals. She listened to my thoughts as they unfolded, even if it was 3am. She let me follow God first. She also taught me how to follow my heart. She taught me how to relax and let life unfold. She showed me how to love life. She never judged me. She always gave me a second chance. She gave me confidence. She taught me how to be a woman. She said I made her proud. She told me I was beautiful. Today is 17 August 2012 (in America that is…). On 17 July I almost lost my best friend. I always thought she was invincible. I thought I was exempt from another loss since I had one already 6 years before. I thought that God would never take another hero away from me, at least not this young. And upon waking up on the other side of the world to a message I loathe...

Tonight I did something new. Tonight I met someone new. His faith could move mountains. His heart is big. He speaks in tongues. He loves the great book. I don't know what to say.

My name is Brittany Lynn. I have dirty blond hair and brown eyes. My right foot is size 7, my left foot is six 6.5. I usually wear 6.5. I'm 5'4 tall, 114 pounds, and my favorite colour is pink. I'm beginning to question that though because teal is such nice color too. I love photography, the beach, and wearing boots. I pick at my lips when I'm nervous and my knees shack when I'm really nervous. I love to run and feel physical pain. I hate losing. I don't really like shopping. I don't like dreaming, but only because I like doing. I'm over analytical. I think others think I'm weak because I think I'm weak. I expect too much out of others. I expect too much out of myself. I'm passionate, deep and intuitive. If I could be anything, I'd be a writer. I would write about everything that happens as I travel from place to place discovering the world. I would create a picture through my words for others to see in their own way. I would place so...

The cold breeze runs down my back as the warmth from my sweat quickly fades into small crystals upon my skin. The salt has found a momentary crevice in which to instill. It finds a solace here. Its safety is so simple. Its need for escape is found when limits are reached and boundaries are pushed. It releases itself at just the right moment in order to give the body its essential form of relief. And its from this I find myself wondering why natures' simplicity is so routine and methodical. I ask myself why these motions are so complete on a regular basis. It sets a perfect example for how I should be living my life. Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. These are the only four books of the Bible that Jesus teaches in. In a book so large, I often wonder why he doesn't do more talking. Why are these four gospels the only ones to give his message in direct, verbal form? Could it be because this is all we need? God only gives us just enough to believe and have proper, suitable faith....

Maybe we think we need people, when really all we need is God. Maybe people are there for just the moments when it feels like God is far away, just to remind us that He is right where we left him. Maybe we are meant to be unsure by others' teachings, so we fervently pursue our own. Maybe we are meant to question mankind, so God's divinity is seen in perfect light. Maybe we are meant to feel desolate at times, so that we can feel God richly filling up every empty space. Maybe I'm meant to be afraid sometimes, so I can feel God calming my storm.

Sometimes you have to let go, to live.

I'm currently digging. I haven't done much digging in my life, as it hasn't been an essential to my survival, but I recently discovered its importance. I also discovered its solitude. It's hard to ask someone to help you dig with a shovel. A shovel is designed for one person, and one person only. Someone can tell you where to dig and where to throw the dirt, but only one person can ever really dig. You can ask others to help you dig with their shovels, and together achieve the desired goal. You can ask others where the best digging places are, but its not until you pick up the shovel and start piercing the ground, that you discover the digging process for yourself. The shovel is heavy, and often the dirty isn't easy to move. It takes a long time to get to where you are going, and exhaustion and other limiting human realities often take heed to the taxing activity. It's likely that you feel as if you will never reach what you are digging for, and it's like...