Little imaginings & pretty pictures

You might think me strangely unconventional as apposed to the norm of my modern generation, but oddly or not, I have always enjoyed dreaming of my future home. I love to clean things, tidy rooms, and make everything around me organized and as pretty as it can possibly be. I do not dread housework, in fact, I rather enjoy it. I love the crisp sparkles of a freshly washed window pain, the perfect shine of a newly dusted tabletop, and a carpet's spotlessness following a good vacuum job. I enjoy thinking of my future, of the things which I hope to accomplish and the dreams I pray will one day come to be...

My future is of course not at all truly mine. It is in the hands of Jesus. My daydreams will or will not become reality, but I shall know always that His plans for my little life are unquestionably superior to my own. I dearly wish that I would grasp this truth with mature acceptance and child-like assurance. Sadly, this is hardly the case. I kick and scream as I tightly clench my own imaginary confidence and selfish desires. Then finally, I must fall to the ground as the pain I have inflicted upon myself shows it's repulsive face. Only than can I see what was before unseen to me. Only then do I realize I can truly do nothing without God. My willfulness shatters and the soft light of truth shines through.

All of this to say, I have yet a very long way to travel in my walk with Jesus. My faith is weak, and undeniably self-absorbed. However there is hope, though I am yet only a child, I shall remain a child of God. I am His, and He has given me the greatest gifts of all; His undying everlasting love, and the breath of life in my lungs. I am without doubt, amazingly blessed. I have the hope of future growth in Him, slow as it may be...

Well, I seem to have gotten off course in the general direction of this post. Anyway, I certainly still love imagining the dreams of my childhood coming fully to life in my mind. They are hopeful and joyously splendid...
These photographs bring my imagination to life, the quaint beauty of a cozy little life, simplistic in it's own way, and dearly creative. (:

I have a rather odd fetish with collecting old colored glass bottles...