Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Boys are like fish.

(in reference to K kissing the 'big fish' in the tank at Akito):

Anne: "Well, you gotta kiss a lot of fish."
Me: "Yeah, and then you just choose one, right?"
Anne: "Exactly! I mean, they don't actually turn into a prince or anything. It's more like 'I'll pick you, you have nice fins!' "
Me: Yeah, except then he turns around and you realize he has a retarded fin on the other side!"
Anne: Dang it! I guess we're all stuck getting Nemo's!

...welcome to a typical conversation with my best friend(:

05.31.11

All people dream, but not equally.
Those who dream at night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.

But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
For they dream with open eyes,
And make them come true.

-D.H. Lawrence

Monday, May 30, 2011

Music Mondays.

So, right now, I'm not really sure where I am in my life. I'm in the process of shedding many layers that have been added in these past several months through one of the most challenging seasons I've had to face, and still somewhat facing many difficult decisions to make in the near future. But, I do know this: I am holding on with all I've got. So today's music is one of those songs that has gotten me through... it's one of those songs I sing in the car when I'm by myself and need to get emotion out(: Enjoy!


Saturday, May 28, 2011

Sarah Kay's Spoken Word



You have to watch this. It is the perfect example of why I LOVE spoken word poetry with all of my heart. Even if you just watch the first part (the poem), please watch. It's AMAZING.

Five-Minute Friday... On Saturday.

So, yesterday was crazy hectic and I didn't have five consecutive un-interrupted minutes to sit in front of my computer. So, here I am now, because I love my five-minute Friday's!

Today's Topic: On Forgetting...

GO.

I don't want to forget. I want to savor the sweet taste of beautiful moments. I want to remember with clarity the way my heart has ached in past years, through several difficult seasons. Then I want to remember the way my lungs felt when they were finally able to capture air again; the way my heart can suddenly feel a million pounds lighter when I finally let go of whatever problem I've been harboring. I want to capture the summer sun and the way it feels when it becomes part of my skin, part of my soul. I want to store up the memories of popsicle days, running through the sprinklers, chalk sidewalk drawings, bare feet hanging out the window, sweet tea on the front porch, bathing suits and ocean breezes. I want to store up the lunch dates with friends, and the belly laughs and sleepovers. I want to be able to recall the child's sweet smile and encouraging words, and the way my Grandmother's hands feel when she strokes my hair. The smell of my mother's perfume, the way the wind feels through open windows, the way lightning shoots across the sky... they're beautiful things. All of this and more, these are the things I treasure in my heart. I hold them there because, when added together, they show me that life is beautiful. Though the world may try and dispute the fact, it is beautiful. I want to remember forever to always keep stringing the little things(:

STOP.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

05.26.11

Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard.
Do not let the pain make you hate.
Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.
Take pride that, even through the rest of the world may disagree,
You still believe it to be a beautiful place. ♥

Life can be wonderful if you let it be<3

Monday, May 23, 2011

Music Mondays.

I'm in love with this song.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Dear School.

Dear School,

Really? I mean, I agree that I did welcome you when it came your time again in August. I mean, we've had some good times together. I had tons of fun on that Spanish field trip last semester to the Mexican Mall. And breakfast in class? Great idea! Model-magic day in Chemistry was so much fun, I needed the distraction. Band was tons of fun this year! I loved being drum major and watching as I changed into a completely new person. Band gave me a family to rely on this year. And spirit week was a blast! So funny to see what people wore. So you see, it's been fun, but I really think it's time for you to go. Here's what I think... that period before spring break where we went for like 562897 straight weeks is what wore me out. And then, you gave me a sweet taste of summertime freedom over the break, and now I'm kinda hooked. I'm so ready for hot weather, sleeping in, mission trips and vacations, no homework, fresh watermelon, popsicles, late nights, and suntans. When we came back together after our week apart, nothing was the same. Sure, it was okay for a week or two, but now it's just not working. I've already taken my AP Exam and presented my major English project. So, basically, there's really no reason for you to stick around anymore. I'd really appreciate not seeing you for at LEAST two months, okay? Thanks.

Sarah.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Five Minute Friday

Congrats. You made it. It's Friday.

Today's Topic: When Seasons Change.

GO.

"Sign mine!" "Oh, okay, here's mine!" "I'm probably going to write a lot in yours!"

The chorus of voices continues all around me. It's that day again. The day we look forward to all year long, when we get the compilation of all the adventures our year has held. It's yearbook day.

Yearbook day is a day that is so bittersweet. It's exciting to be on the brink of summer, right at it's fingertips, a much-welcomed break from a long, difficult school year. But then again, in your hands you hold the proof that yet another year has passed. Another year gone, making you another year older, and another year closer to everything changing. It seems impossible that an entire 180 days has passed since you bought your new pencils, and your notebooks still smelled of the trees they once were. But yet again, that day seems forever ago. So much has filled those 180 days. Days filled with spirit weeks, homework and tests, friends and laughter. Some sad days, or days when it was hard to keep my eyes open. It's been a long year, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. And now, even though all I have left is memories, those memories will suffice. They will be in my heart forever. My Junior year was an amazing one.

And now, as I welcome summer with open arms, I also welcome the next chapter of my life. With this change of seasons, comes the future. Ready, set, go!

STOP.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Writing Prompts

Okay, so I'm definitely NOT a future author or anything even close, but I do enjoy writing some! And I follow this blog that does these writing prompt things every few weeks. I've done some, so I thought I'd share(: The prompt is in bold, and then you have to build the opening 100 words from that. Hope you enjoy!

1. I never thought I'd come back, yet here I am. It’s been years, and yet everything seems to be exactly how I left it. A flood of memories washed over me in a single instant—from the porch swing with the peeling paint to the crack in the windowsill and the familiar scent of lavender drifting along in the spring breeze—it was as though I were sixteen years old again. I remember the last time I was standing in this very place…the day I left. I was angry, peeling out of the drive with the rear-view mirror torn off and no intention of ever returning…

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted as the door opened before me.

“Mom,” I whispered, “I’m home.”


2. It had been 4 years, but still the memory lingered. So often I slip back into that day… the sunshine was warm as we sat and talked. I still remember her infectious laugh and the way that her nose would crinkle, smashing together her delicate spread of freckles until they appeared to be no more than a single line drawing even more attention to her stunning sapphire eyes. Even though we looked nothing alike, it never crossed our minds that we might not actually be sisters. I suppose that is why it came as such a shock when they came for her. I never knew that it would take nothing more than one sentence to take my whole world away from me.

“Princess Grace,” the tall, dark figure announced, “the time has come… your country needs you now.”


3. When he heard the voice on the other end of the line, he knew he shouldn't have answered the phone. That voice was so distinct, it sent a chill up his spine. He could have picked it out anywhere.

“Hello, Son. I’ve missed you.” It took every ounce of his being not to slam the phone back onto the receiver.

“Hello, Dad. What can I do for you?” All business, that was the way to go. Why today, of all days, did this have to happen? It was his big day, the day he was hoping would bring that big promotion he had been striving for, and the day he was finally going to ask the love of his life to marry him.


4. When I opened the door, I could hardly believe what I saw. My pulse quickened along with my pace as I entered the room before me. I don’t know why I was so nervous. After all, I had signed the papers myself. When they had asked me, I was the one that said yes; I was the one that had wanted to see her. Before I realized it, the gaping expanse of the room that had once stood before me was now reduced to nothing. As I lifted my head, my gaze slowly fell onto the most beautiful face I had ever seen… the face of my daughter. It didn’t matter then, what I had said before. All I knew was that I could not let them take her from me.


5. When I saw what they'd brought home from the garage sale,I cringed. Mom’s eyes were bright and shining as she and her soon-to-be-husband, Brad, gushed over the box before her.

“Oh, honey! Isn’t this exciting? I suppose we are lucky that the Donnovan’s have to move…” I tuned her out at this point and my attention turned to Brad. He wasn’t my favorite, but he really was a nice guy, and at least he loved my mom. My thoughts were quickly drawn back in as she finished her monologue,

“…and we’re going to all be so happy!” She took the last of the baby clothes out of the box. I suppose this is it. Like it or not, tomorrow we become a family of four.

Music Mondays.

This song always puts me in a good mood.

Give a little heart and soul(:

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Prayer Requests.

Hey.

So, I usually don't do stuff like this. But I really need some prayer warriors right now. There's a long list of people around me that are really struggling and I need you to help me pray for them. Please, join me. Here's a list.

Alan-His mother passed away a little over a week ago.

Josh & Jenna- they are in the process of moving churches

Ashley & Wesley- in the process of finding a new church

WBC Youth- Just lost our two main youth pastors, looking for a new one

Mr. Neely- taking a leave of absence from school for medical reasons.

Our band- we're going to miss him SO much.

Vinny- he's relapsed with Rhabdo in the brain. They will evaluate options in a week. please go leave his sweet family some love, and fall in love with the sweetest boy you'll ever meet. www.caringbridge.org/visit/vinnydigerolamo

College kids- coming home for the summer and dreading it, from what I've heard.

Sarah- her schedule and absences are all messed up at school and she has to fix them in order for exams as well as pass/fail.

There's more, but I'll leave it here for a while. Thanks yall.

Sarah

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Prom 2011!

Hello! So last Saturday was my junior prom. It was a magical night full of dancing and princess dresses and dinner out with lots of friends. Most definitely a night I will remember forever! Here are a few pictures that commemorate the night, but not nearly all of them. There's more on facebook(: And let me just tell you something you may not know about me, I LOVE getting comments. Either place. So, feel free to make me smile(: Love you!








Friday, May 13, 2011

Five Minute Friday

Sorry, yall. I've been so slack in writing lately. Life has just gotten SUPER crazy, and I have to find some other time to breathe. But today, my heart is full of words that I can't exactly figure out how to release. My heart is full to the point of, if I receive any more news any time soon it might just burst. Great lead in to five minute Friday, right?

Today's Topic:
Deep breath.

GO.

As I stepped onto the stage as the hundred or so before myself had done, it all came back to me.

"Wait, what was it you just said?" It seems as though the world has refused to keep spinning, my heart stops beating inside of my chest. I couldn't have heard him right. There's no way.

"Sarah, I'm so sorry my dear, but when we biopsied today we found malignant...cancerous... cells from your thyroid that have invaded the node, causing it to inflame. We're not sure how extensively the tumor has grown, but we do know that we need to operate and remove your thyroid as soon as possible."

It was then that the tears sprang to my eyes. This wasn't fair. I was only 11 years old, I wasn't supposed to be getting this type of news. Not now, not when everything was going well and I was having a good time. Not now when my best friend was leaving. This shouldn't be happening. I didn't even care who was in the room, I cried. I had just come out of surgery and now they tell me that I must come back in no more than a month? My breath was caught somewhere far down deep into my chest and refused to leave my body.

That was five years ago. Five years of walking down this road, of going from being a victim to a survivor. I never imagined so much beauty could come from so much pain. I never thought God would use my story in as many ways as He has, and I pray that He continues to do so for the rest of my life.

Finally, it's my turn at the microphone. Deep breath...

"Sarah Luckadoo, Thyroid Cancer, five years." Words have never tasted any sweeter.

STOP.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Music Monday's



Good reminder for days like today.
Things will look up. Just breathe<3

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Beautiful Mess.


So, I'm just going to be honest here for a second.

I'm a mess.

Now you know. These past few months have felt as though I have been walking through knee-deep mud. Every single day. It's been stressful, to say the least. I know that I'm not the only one, and I don't want you to think that I'm throwing myself a pity party, because that's not the point of this post. This post is to be open, honest, and sincere with you. Being part of something involves being open and honest with you, which includes the not-so-pretty parts... the mess. But do you know what?

I have a Messiah.

And His name is Jesus. He is alive, and he loves me, and He saved me. Scratch that, he saves me. It's a constant thing.... with every day, every moment, every breath that I take. I mess up so very much. I decide that I'm not going to listen, or that my life would go better my way. Regardless of the fact that every single time I attempt this it turns out badly, I somehow think that it would be a good idea to try one more time. There are days (weeks, months...) that I am just such a mess that I feel un-usuable. I feel ashamed, like I shouldn't let (insert whatever problem here) get to me. I convince myself that I've let God down. But then I hear this sweet whisper, "Sweet girl, you were never holding me up." How thankful I am for that. You know what else?

He uses me for His message.

He takes my story, and He uses it. He uses it to fill the gaps in someone else's pain, to give me the ability to hold someone's hand as they face the same thing. He makes me stronger and opens doors I never could have imagined going through before whatever season I had faced. My mess gives me the ability to love others with depth and empathy. My story is unlike anyone else, and mess and all, it's beautiful. It's planned, lovingly written, and unfolding before my very eyes. He's doing the same for you, you know. So I have one more question.

Will you let the Messiah use your mess for His Message?

Love,
Sarah♥

Monday, May 2, 2011

Music Mondays.




Love. Lovelovelove.

Question. Do you guys (all two of you?) like this music thing? I don't want to keep posting if it's annoying to you. So, let me know(: Thanks!