You suck less when you plan ahead

Just some advice, if you think you suck at something, plan ahead so you have more time to get it done. I suck at history. I know though, that if I plan ahead so that I have more time to study, I will do better in history. It's common sense, but it is true. You suck less when you plan ahead.

Just a reminder

Proverbs 18:21," The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit." Everytime I have ever read this verse in the past, I thought it only meant when we are talking to other people. I thought it was a verse reminding me to encourage and speak kindly to others. That is true, but it also applies to ourselves. We need to speak life to ourselves in our thought lives. If we tell ourselves that we suck, we're stupid, we can't do this or that, that is exactly what will happen. Love yourself and it will change what you don't like for the better.

Silly Girl (A Short Story) by Bridget Wyatt

Silly girl and her view of the world. She lays on a blanket beneath the old oak tree. Her eyes of blue twinkle like ice as she watches the clouds above her. In her own way, she drifts off into the thoughts of what the world could be like within her lovers arms. To her, love runs deeper than heart beats. Blowing forth the flower in her hand, uttering the words, "he loves me," she dreams of her future. Silly girl doesn't dream of big houses or fast cars. Her only desire is to be in his arms. To her, love runs deeper than material things. Her anticipation grows stronger and stronger with each passing moment as she waits for her lovers embrace. So vulnerable, so fragile, like the honeybee as it passes from flower to flower, silly girl and her view of the world. As her heart beats faster, she begins to wonder if maybe he isn't coming. Pedal by pedal she whispers the words, "he loves me, he loves me not." Just across the wheat feild she spots her lover. There he was. With a smile on his face, he walked closer and closer. His eyes of brown glimmered with the heat of passion. It was written all over his face. He was coming for one thing and one thing only.
Silly girl stood beneath the oak tree, wraped in her lovers arms. He kissed her neck and she thought back to all the times she had dreamed of this moment as a young girl. "I love you", he said as they sat down on the blanket. "What took you so long" asked silly girl. "I had to stop by the barn to pick up this pocket knife" he said as he pulled the knife out of his pocket. Silly girl just smiled as she knew he was going to carve their names upon the old oak. He stood up and began to carve.
With each scrape of the knife, silly girl's dream was becoming a reality. Soon he was finished and he sat upon the blanket. "you're so beautiful." he said as he took his shirt off. Silly girl began to burn with passion for her lover. Before she knew it, the deed had been done. Silly girl laid on the blanket as he stood up and walked away. "Where are you going?" she asked. He just smiled as he said, "On."
Silly girl began to cry as she laid upon the blanket. laying beside her was the pocket knife and the flower with but one pedal left. Silly girl picked up the flower and said, "he loves me not." She began to weep with sarrow. Her mascara streamed down her face with the black rain drops of heart break. As the clouds passed over head, silly girl stopped looking up. She grabbed the knife and began to cut her wrists. With each drop of red sarrow, silly girl made a covenant sealed in blood that she would never make the same mistake.
A few days later, silly girl was admitted to the hospital for depression. She said, "I'm dying of heartbreak and I haven't a reason to live." Silly girl and her view of the world all wrapped up in who was wrapped between her legs. "He loved me not," she explained to the counselor as she pulled her sleaves down over the cuts. "What is love?" asked the counselor.
"Love is passion. Love is dreams. Love is hope. Love is...not everything I hoped it be." said silly girl as she stared at her shoes. "Passion is passion. Dreams are dreams. Hope is hope. And love isn't what it seems." said counselor as she peered over her glasses. "Then what is love if you know so much?" asked silly girl with pain in her heart.
"Love is unconditional. It is an act of will that two people have made an oath to stay together reguardless of life situtations. If they are sick...they stay together. If they are healthy...they stay together. If they are rich...they stay together. If they are poor...they stay together. Come disaster, come sunshine....they stay together. Love can burn with enough passion to bring a building down to ashes or it can burn with the passion no larger than a match....love is love...it can never be burnt out. It is a contract of commitments bound together in relentless devotion." said counselor as she leaned forward in her chair.
Silly girl crossed her legs as she sat in her chair growing more and more frustrated with information that concluded her lover never loved her. "I loved him though. I wanted to be with him forever. We had the commitment and the passion......I loved him." cried silly girl as she reached for a tissue. "What is commitment?" replied counselor with compassonate twinkle in her eye.
"Commitment means you are going to do something. It means your mind is made up and there is no other way." said silly girl as she glanced around the room to all the books on the shelves. "Interesting isn't it that commitment is action. What kinds of actions did you take with your lover? asked counselor. "We went to the dance together, he took me on dates, we held hands in public places, we told each other our secrets, we kissed each other in the moonlight, he called me beautiful, we told each other that we loved each other, we said forever, and we had sex beneath the old oak tree." said silly girl with tears in her eyes. "Which of these actions was commitment?" asked counselor with warmth in her smile. "All of it." replied silly girl. "Everything I did was because I was committed to him." She said.
"Dancing is dancing. Dating is dating. Holding hands is holding hands. Sharing secrets is sharing secrets. Kissing is kissing. Compliments are compliments. Saying I love you is saying I love you. Sex is sex. Let me rephrase my question. Which of these actions were commitment?" asked counselor.
"I guess sex is commitment." responded silly girl with a puzzled look on her face. "Love is commitment and commitment is sex?" asked counselor. "Yeah, I guess so." said silly girl with sarcasm in her voice.
"Tell me this, what is sex?" asked counselor. "Well, when a mommy loves a daddy! haha! I'm just kidding!" said silly girl as she tried to make light of the conversation, "I guess I'd say, sex is the overflow of love. It is the commitment that says I not only give you my heart, but I also give you my body. Sex burns with passion like that flame you talked about." said silly girl.
"If commitment means that two individuals stay together in sickness, does this mean you have sex when you are sick? If two individuals stay together in health, does this mean you have sex when you are healthy? If two individuals stay together and are rich, does this mean you have sex when you are rich? If two individuals stay together and are poor, does this mean you have sex when you are poor?" asked counselor.
"Well, just because you have sex, it doesn't have anything to do with whether or not you stay together. I mean it sure helps, but you stay together because you want to be togther. It's not just for the sex." said silly girl as she tried to teach counselor.
"So if sex isn't commitment, which of the things you did with your lover was love? asked counselor.
"I guess it was saying the words I love you." said silly girl as she pondered.
"Interesting, did you believe those words when your lover said them to you? asked counselor
"Well of course I did. I wouldn't be talking to you right now if I didn't! replied silly girl.
"What actions made you believe your lover when he said those words?" asked counselor.
"It was the way we shared our secrets with each other. We let each other into our own private world's." explained silly girl
"When I was 5 years old, I use to dream about being a firefighter. Do you feel like I am in love with you now?" asked counselor with a smile on her face.
"hahaha! well of course not." laughed silly girl.
"It's nice to be young and burn with passion, isn't it. To feel the embrace of a man who calls you beautiful instead of sexy is a mysterious thing. Two hearts beating together in the heat of desire can be a consuming fire." said counselor "but is it love?" she asked with puzzled look on her face.
"well, I don't think it is love. It is the indulgence of the heart." said silly girl as she tried to teach counselor again.
"Do you love him?" asked counselor, "are you going to be with him in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer?" smiled counselor as she saw silly girl's face light up with understanding.
"Are you saying that if my lover and I really loved each other, we would have gotten married!?!" asked silly girl as she started to catch on.
"I don't think I said that. All I said is that love requires commitment. Did you conclude that marriage is commitment?" asked counselor as she peaked over her glasses.
"I think I did." said silly girl
"I think our time here is done." said counselor as she folded her hands.
"Thank you counselor. I think I know what love is now. Love is a commitment that binds two people together come hell or high water. Maybe it is marriage, maybe it's not. All I know is that I will never mistake sex for love ever again. No amount of words will make me believe that he loves me. No amount of secret sharing, hand holding, dancing, etc will make me believe that I love him. I'll believe I love him when I have some sort of asurance that we are committed to one another." replied silly girl with her new view of love.
Silly girl went back to the old oak. As she read her name and her lovers together, she pulled out a pocket knife and worte the words, "were never in love" beneath it. Silly girl use to think love ran deeper than commitments. She thought it was deeper than the beating of hearts. Silly girl thought love was like a flower. His actions of kissing, holding hands, and having sex where just like pulling pedals from her flower. "he loves me, he loves me not," she whispered as her blue eyes twinkled like ice beneath the old oak tree.

Q and A...tell me when you last had hope.

When is last time you were hopeful? Was it at Christmas time when you were hoping for that new sweater or boots? Was it after you took your final exam and you were hopeful that you got an A? Was it when your husband came home from work the other day and you were hopeful that he would take you out to see the new romantic comedy that was in theatures?

I recently saw the movie I'ts Kind Of A Funny Story. It was about a teenager boy named Craig who was struggling with depression. He stopped taking his medicene and ended up in the emergency room where he tried to tell his doctor that he wanted to kill himself. The doctor wanted to brush him off. He thought it was just another teenager trying to get attention. Craig begged the doctor though, and he was admitted. As the movie goes along, Craig starts to make some friends. He starts to find his strengths such as art, music, etc. He even starts encouraging and helping other people who had been admitted. Craig learns to find happiness in the little things in life. Whether he was coloring a picture, playing some ping pong, or just talking with a friend, Craig found happiness.
Depression is an interesting thing. Chemicals in the brain cause depression. I find it interesting though, that being admitted can help people so much. If depression was ONLY chemical, people would be able to just take some meds and be okay. Some people are okay with just the meds. That isn't always the case though. Some people really do have to find out what they are good at, what they enjoy, and the value of people including themselves. That is part of the reason I like to encourage people so much. Encouragement points out the things people are good at. Encouragement points out the value in people. I don't think there has ever been a person who has came to me saying they are depressed who I have overlooked or dismissed because they "wanted attention". I don't believe that crap. Whether they really are depressed or they want attention is irrelivant. The remedy to both issues is encouragement.


I like this picture because of what it says. I think when people are smiling, enjoying the things they are good at such as art or photography, or seeing the good in themselves....I think that is when people are perfect. They are being who God meant for them to be. If you are sad right now, don't give up. It gets better.

The Picture Speaks For Itself

Maybe it is just my inner cavewoman, but I get more understanding out of photography and art than I do books. I was getting ready to write an entire blog about smiling. It was going to be about giving people a reason to smile again. I found this picture though. I don't think there really is anything I need to say. The picture speaks for itself.

Copy, Paste, Save A Life

I don't know if anyone has told you lately, but you are amazing. When I see your face, I see strength, integrity, ambition, intelligence, kindness, and a person who is constantly changing the world for the better. Sometimes you change the world in little ways. There have been times when I have seen you encourage somebody who was hurting. I've seen you help a friend in need. I've seen you talk about your dreams and goals for the future. I have seen you do so much good and you don't even know it. I wish you could see what kind of person you really are. I wish you could see yourself on down the road like I invision you to be in the future. When I see you, its like looking into the face of Martin Luther King Jr, Mother Teresa, Thomas Edison, Susan B. Anthony, The Wright brothers, Benjamin Franklin, and Walt Disney all at the same time. I see someone with a dream, a heart of compassion, determination, independence, intelligence, ingenuity, and the know-how to change this world in amazing ways. Stop arguing with me! It is true. I hate how critical of yourself you can be. I love you just the way you are. You are amazing dang it!

So what if you are different! So what if people disagree! I've never been one to follow the crowd. I've never been one to be bound to cliques. I've never been one to fall into a stereotype. The only thing that remains true is that I have been one. I'm one person. One individual living the one life I have been given. I've only got one shot at this life. One chance to do this right. When I get upset like you are right now, it is important to remember that this is one moment. This situation will come to pass one day and you will continue to be one individual with a unique purpose and outlook on the one life you've been given. Who cares what one hater says. One day, they will be nothing more than a memory of one time in your life. When you get upset, don't count to ten....just count to one.

I know you are upset right now. What happened was not right. I can't even begin to imagine how you must feel right now. I'm sure you feel like punching something or crying right now. I'm here for you. I wish there was a way I could make this right. I wish there was a way to change this. I wish I could hug you right now. I wish I could cry with you right now. My heart is breaking right now. What can we do to set this right?


You sound so ridiculous right now. Seriously, I wish you could hear yourself. Why in the world would you want to throw it all away!?! I love you way to freaking much to let that happen. There isn't another person on this planet who is as cool, funny, caring, kind-hearted, interesting, or as fun as you are. I'm serious. I'm not just saying that. I don't know of anybody else who makes me laugh, smile, and cry as much as you do. You are one of my best friends and I would be lost without you. Please don't make me think of life without you. It makes me sick.


Forget those haters. They don't know you like I do. Those jerks are probably going to end up as nothing more than factory workers. It's so easy, a caveman could do it! ;) Seriously though, you have so much going for you. You are smart, funny, and everybody who matters and has a brain in there head, loves you! You are amazing both inside and out. Forget the haters, they all rott in hell anyway! haha! okay, maybe I went too far there, but they just get me so mad. They are so stupid. You are awesome and you shouldn't let them get you down! Just keep on being you and forget the haters. They suck anway.


It's over with. It's done. It's in the past. Stop beating yourself up over it. You aren't a bad person. Mistakes happen. This isn't the end for you. It's gonna get better. This is just one moment in your life. This is just one mistake. You have your entire life ahead of you. You are one of the coolest people I know. You are caring, kind, sweet, smart, funny, and an all around great person. Don't let this one thing bring you down. Use this experience to make you a better person. Don't look at the past. Look to the future. It gets better.

I know times are tough, but you gotta keep your head up. You are going to make it through this. And when you do, you are going to be even stronger. When this happens to someone else, you are going to be able to help them through this. You've been there. You've done that. You will understand. I know you. You are the kind of person who doesn't let these things get you down, put your life on hold, or stop you. You are a fighter. You are one of the strongest people I know. I love you and everything is going to be okay. Just stay positive. Tell yourself, "I'm positive I will make it through this. I'm positive I am strong enough. I'm positive I will get stronger from this. And I am positive I will be able to help other people through this in the future." You can do this. I have faith in you!




Okay, now that I have probably scared you to death, I want to tell you what the idea is behind this blog. Over the years, I have had to talk with a lot of friends who were telling me that they were suicidal. Sometime people told me in text messages. Sometimes people told me through email. Sometimes people told me on Facebook chat. I know people say talkers won't be jumpers and jumpers won't talk, but I know from first hand experience, that isn't always the case. Whether somebody really is debating suicide or they are just trying to get attention, the temporary answer to both problems is encouragement and love. I made this blog for my friends who have came to me asking for advice when their friends have came to them saying that they are suicidal. Sometimes we don't always know what to say. Each of these paragraphs are written from a different perspective. I pray that if you can't find the words to say to encourage your friend, as least copy and paste one of these responses into the email, chat, text, etc. Sure, it may not be your own words, but if it is something you agree with and think would be encouraging for that person, Copy, Paste, Save A Life.