Guest Post by Elisabeth

im elisabeth, 13 year old girl who lives in the rocky mountains. i am a photographer, dancer and a lover of God. He is the reason that i love photographing the beauty of this earth and the reason i dance. i try to glorify Him through everything i do. i love sunrises, but am often too sleepy to get up and watch them. i have an obsession with shoes and clothes and editing my photos. i am in love with brownies and tumblr and mint green and coral are some of my favorite colors, along with light grey. i dislike donuts and plain black coffee, but really like sweet coffees from starbucks ;) if you like this guest post then you can follow along with my blog and tumblr too :* feel free to email me as well if you have any comments!

xx, elisabeth

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sunrise in the east

it was dark, one of those rare occasions when i did get up early enough to see the sun wake up.

we were getting up at five am to hike up a nearby mountain and watch the dawn.

as we drove off i could see venus shining bright in the early morning sky; i could watch the the light of the stars for hours on end and never get tired. as we got to the base of the mountain we saw a big black bear walking right in front of us. I've always kinda liked bears for some reason, but i don't think i would want one following us up the mountain! so we all decided to do a different hike, and one that was a little shorter since we still wanted to catch the first rays of sun.

i always find it interesting how quiet it is at that time; everything seems to be waiting.

as the clouds started turning from light grey to pink, then lavender, the sun slowly started touching the highest mountains and reaching for the farthest clouds. since you all now know I'm a photographer, then you can probably guess i was taking photos this whole time, but it's also important to put down the camera for a little while and just watch, think, and listen. it feels like you're the only ones awake, and that if you're too loud or too hurried, then it will all fade away.

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i think that God may make sunrises beautiful and so early so that those who care the most, and are willing to lose time in bed, will see the most incredible and glorious thing that they will ever experience. the most incredible experience, that is, until the day when God comes and takes us home: to our real home.

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Psalm 19:1

xx, elisabeth

The Best Experience in the History of Experiences

Last week, on September 13th, 2013, two amazing things happened. Niall Horan--of One Direction--turned 20! *sends glittery kisses into the wind* I didn't forget you, baby! I promise! I met up with the most amazing person that has ever come into existence . ^^^ *sniffles* Here is a photo of our good-bye hug. Kenz added the glitter. ;) My family and I had to drive about three and half hours, to get to our meeting place--which was a beautiful Barnes and Noble full of amazingly exquisite books [it was quite heavenly]. The whole trip there I was bubbling with excitement. Rocking in my seat, tugging at my hair, belting out the lyrics to any songs I knew when they blasted out of the speakers. I had a little brother to my left, a window to my right and a present in my lap--and a stuffed Pikachu at my feet. o.O Finally , we arrived at our destination. I cannot describe to you the feeling of walking up to that bookstore, and having a someone whom you haven't p...

silver linings

a post inspired by this lovely photo. [ photo via pinterest ] sitting swinging singing head bowed arms hanging voice low thinking blinking shrinking gears turning eyes wide shoulders slumped where did it all go? * * * She doesn't want to look up, only for her eyes to find the dark and terrible surroundings she calls her world. She doesn't want to go back, to the dwelling where words were spoken and exchanged but never taken back. She doesn't want to sit there forever. But that seems like the best option right now. While she swings, she listens and thinks, sings and sinks, the only company she has is the rag doll under her fingertips. It looks worn--just like her. And torn--again, like her. And used--just. like. her. Yet loved--a foreign feeling that has been wasted. She lifts her head to look up at the dark sky, wishing the clouds would split apart and act merciless upon her. Instead, they seem as if to slowly zip open, lightl...

"it's complete"

[ photo via pinterest ] writing. exhaling words onto paper inhaling the smell of ink scribbling furiously shoulders tensing the pencil stops dead in its tracks words are hard writing ceases days pass by no words are exhaled no ink is inhaled the author is taking a break dreams occur inspiration is sparked writing begins again and it doesn't stop "it's complete" two words that mean so much sentences build paragraphs that build chapters that build a book that build a lesson, a story my lesson to you is || don't ever give up thanks for reading. <3 xoxo, Rose pinterest instagram bloglovin

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