Hey everyone! I'm back!!! I'm so sorry I abandoned the blog for such a long time! I've just been busy working and what not. I am now working at a clothing store called New York and Company. But aside from that, I will try my best to post on here more often. Now the title of my post, is called down in the valley. Why? It's honestly about where I grew up at, a little small town area called by all locals "The Valley". The valley is where my dad grew up at also. My mom was in the valley off and on through her childhood. But me, I have always been in the valley. Down in the valley is apparently where I shall stay for the time being.
This is the view from my front porch. You can see the mountain and there is horses in the field across the street. Lol sorry about my car being in the picture, dad parked it there.
Well, everyone have a good day! I'm so glad to be back! I plan to post soon!! All my love and Gods blessings, Victoria
when you're seventeen, you find out all the things no one felt like telling you about, such as how different thunder sounds at three in the afternoon when all you want to do is crawl into bed with your clothes on and sleep for the rest of the time.
They will fail to mention how hurt you will be after the stranger disappoints you, or the sense of joy you will experience be after you see that stranger the second time. They don't talk about the way your head pounds whenever you think of last year or how you'd give anything to be sixteen again, or how fast forty-five minutes can go when it's all the time you will have to spend with him that week.
They don't warn you about caring so much for a venti non-fat, no foam latte and a grande/tall coffee, and how they'll probably forget you in five minutes when the cup is empty. They don't list the feelings you have for that one stairwell; the people who will let you down; the different shades of pink your face will turn when someone accidently calls him your boyfriend.
Or how much Ave Maria sounds like nails on a chalkboard after you attend the third funeral in a calendar year, and how evil of a word cancer becomes. They leave out your attraction to flame and dark water; to books about dying people and movies about mummies. How a song you've heard a dozen times can suddenly break you, or how a YouTube personality can feel like a sister you almost had.How you want to read every book by Lewis simply to become his best friend; how you still wish that one stupid boy had never appeared that one night; how it’s been three years and you still miss little people named Emma ; how countries like Sweden and Iceland will create a passionate desire to travel and just do things; how the name ‘love’ can carry such different connotations. They don’t mention the desire to cut your hair off and not care what anyone thinks, or that strange, non-romantic crush you’ll always have on that one person that is just too confusing to explain to anyone They don’t tell you that seventeen is full of thick smoke and broken, beating hearts that will always care. Because that’s what they don’t tell you about seventeen: you remember it all. The good, the ugly, the whole lot. They don’t tell you about seventeen. Seventeen is never mentioned. They don’t tell you because they don’t want to remember either.
When I was little, I was absolutely, positively terrified of thunderstorms. I'd get so nervous at that first sound of thunder, and I'd constantly ask my parents "Are we gonna have a tornado, are we gonna be ok??" I wouldn't leave my parent's side, and if it stormed during the night I'd either go to their room, or fall back asleep holding onto one of my stuffed animals for dear life. Now, all these years later, you want to know what one of my favorite things in the world is? Thunderstorms. :) And today, we're having one. I love the smell in the air as the thunder is rumbling in the distance, and tiny drops of rain make their way down from the darkened clouds. I love getting cozied up either inside with the windows open, or on the porch, and listening to the birds singing along with the thunder. I love, I love, I love. With a warm, fuzzy feeling. Because winter is over and done, and a new aspect of God's beauty is springing up, as the world comes back to life.
I'm a dreamer, a reader, and an avid picture taker, I love the sound of rain on windows and the gorgeous blue of the sky. I love my Creator who has blessed me beyond all reason and whom I will hold onto for all my days. This blog is an expression of who I am and what I love. I hope you guys like it :)
"Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing." -Mother Teresa
"For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to seperate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." - Romans 8:38-39
"If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it. If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it. He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning...Face it, friend. He is crazy about you!" -Max Lucado