Wednesday, March 28, 2012

as requested.

My little weekend getaway was the best trip ever! It was exactly what I needed and it was SUPER fun.

Before. Ish.

And after.

I hope you weren't planning on being able to breathe!

Love how this girl is getting hit in the face.

I also accomplished a life goal by going to the 50,000 silver dollar.

There you have it. Lots of driving, lots of fun! I didn't think about real life or have a care in the world the whole time. It was great! And while I ended up looking more like a diseased person instead of a pink Asian baby, it was one of the best times of my life :)

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

excited for a little spring break.

THIS IS WHERE I AM GOING!! As you can tell, I'm pretty excited! I'm going to look like this:

And I'm going to see these people:

And it's gonna be an awesomely fun roadtrip! SUuuUuper excited. Too excited for my own good.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Touch of the Master's Hand.

’Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But held it up with a smile:
“What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried,
“Who’ll start the bidding for me?”
“A dollar, a dollar”; then, “Two!” “Only two?
Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?
Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice;
Going for three—” But no,
From the room, far back, a gray-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;
Then, wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening the loose strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet
As a caroling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said, “What am I bid for the old violin?”
And he held it up with the bow.
“A thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two?
Two thousand! And who’ll make it three?
Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice,
And going, and gone!” said he.
The people cheered, but some of them cried,
“We do not quite understand
What changed its worth.” Swift came the reply:
“The touch of a master’s hand.”

And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd,
Much like the old violin.
A “mess of pottage,” a glass of wine,
A game—and he travels on.
He’s “going” once, and “going” twice,
He’s “going” and almost “gone.”
But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd
Never can quite understand
The worth of a soul and the change that’s wrought
By the touch of the Master’s hand.

I couldn't not include the video (this is just the second half)