new address...

this will be the last post for My Life In A Laundry Basket. I've moved to a new spot, and hope you'll move there with me, and tell all your friends too.

http://throwingpaints.blogspot.com/

Love,

Genevra

Just a little longer...

For those of you waiting with baited breath to see what will happen in the saga of my blogging life, I have good news: my new blog is under construction and nearly finished, so as soon as it is up and running, I will let you all know the new URL.

Cheers,

Genevra

Early Retirement... Sort Of

It's been ages since I used this blog. I realize that my life has taken many turns in the past year, and God is constantly in the process of changing me to be more like him. SO all that said, I have decided to retire this blog... I will still keep it around because I want to have the posts available to peruse and reflect upon; it's fun to look back and see the progression of growth over a period of time.

I feel it's time for me to enter a new season. I'll probably start another blog of a similar nature to this one. It may take me a bit to get it going, but once I have it all set up, I will post a link for you, and we'll start a new adventure together. Deal? Ok great.

Peace Out.

Genevra

Another Random Song

God's been putting this concept on my heart a lot the past few days.
Then this morning I received the awful news that a friend from back home, my high school's counselor, passed away suddenly and unexpectedly this morning. Weird timing, but I think we can all learn a lesson in the midst of this tragedy, and I feel like God wants us to really understand the weight of it:
Life is short. What are you going to do with it?



Life is far too brief
To waste on these
trivialities
All your photographs
Say time has passed
Far too fast
You were here just now
You left without
Explaining how
Oh just how I'm to cope
With how it flows
How time goes

Nothing is sound
No solid ground
The water is moving far too fast
What will you do
With your precious few
You never know how much longer you'll last
Now that you know
You're not in control
What will you choose as your next step

This life isn't mine
Stop wasting my time

I MEAN REALLY WHAT AM I DOING???

Because it hit me today, that MY TIME IS RUNNING OUT FAST. So what am I doing?
Fame and fortune and power, they can all eat hell as far as I'm concerned.
Because I've been offered that poisoned apple more times than I can count, and even though there are times I'm this close to biting, something (or rather, someone), always holds me back.

I've seen what I can do. Or at least, what they say I can do. I could make a lot of money. I could be a very powerful person in this world. I could be a brilliant scientist, scholar, linguist, whatever. You name it. I could go down in the history books for some great academic achievement.
Or if I put my mind to it, I could pursue political gain. I could play the politics game and maybe finagle myself into a sweet position where I get paid lots of money to control and manipulate people.
I could become a legendary writer. I could be a hero. I could be a famous actress. An athlete.

Or I could be making all this up in my head.

I'm not going to do any of those things. Because what if those things are unreality? What if this world, the things we think we know, the things we see, our judgments... What if we're wrong?

Society tells me I'm crazy. And maybe I am. Because I've decided to invest my life in the biggest gamble known to mankind.

I've decided to give my life, my time, my money, my energy, my effort, my everything to what many people in this world call a fairytale.

Except here's the gamble, I'm betting it's not a fairytale...
I'm betting it's real.
And the rest of this, this semblance of reality...this world we construct for ourselves, the universe at which we are the center...I'm betting it's not real. Not how we think.

Here we go. I've stepped off that cliff, it's too late for me. I've committed my LIFE to the God who died to buy it.



Life is very very brief. So what are you doing?

What Are We Doing?

Wake up. Eat. Brush teeth. Throw on t-shirt and sneakers. Class. Lunch. Swim. Class. Hang out w/ ppl n talk about tuition hikes and how sad it is how Freddie Mercury died. Study a little. Or a lot, depends on how diligent I'm feeling. Dinner. Maybe a Bible study or something. Maybe go out for frozen yogurt, or Sonic. Back to my dorm, spend a few hours on YouTube or Facebook or watching the latest new release. Brush teeth. Roll into bed. Dream some crazy stuff.
Repeat

What are we doing?

Check it out...

Hey. Check out my story blog.

http://tallshorts.blogspot.com/

Catch ya later,

Genevra