elaine-m-smith
American
I'm a beginning writer, hoping to find small comforts in my own words. I get my inspiration from personal experiences; relationships, things I've said, my experiences, etc. They all apply to my life in ways I can only express in writing. / / I hope that other people can find small comforts in my words!
He makes me laugh like no other...
A smile comes onto my face anytime I think of him or see him...
The times we have together are truly special; we don't get much...
He nonchalantly carries a sledgehammer into work, when it's not commonly seen in a grocery store...
And he's mine.
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
"...This will be a humbling experience for all of us..."
"...The purpose of the wall is to prevent rocks from falling onto their homes. The houses are built onto the side of a mountain, and earthquakes and tremors occur often..."
"...I think one of my favorite parts about the mission trip is winding down at the end of the night, reading through the Book of James, and talking about what we saw/thought that day..."
"...This morning's mass really hit me- the first reading had a line ,"...For God likes cheerful givers..."."
"We went to one of the local restaurants, ordered donuts and drinks. I mean, there's no harm, right? We're all allowed, so might as well take the chance.
It's not like two Cuba Libres will be a bad hangover..."
"...A couple members of our team went to help at a preschool..."
"...We took our lunch break early and took the opportunity to hand out rosaries, toys for the kids..."
"...the work stopped just because los gringos had never seen a scorpion before!"
"It's the end of the night- time for a debrief with Randy. We read the first part of chapter 2, all about Sin of Partiality. As he read this line,"...have you not made distinctions among yourselves and become judges with evil designs?" (James 2:4), the first thing that came to mind was prejudice..."
"The main message tonight was this: Are we willing to leave our comfort zones and show others the love of a Christian?
Something to pray about."
"...we played with the 2 and 3 year olds. They taught me a new word today- la pelota..."
"Going to the zoo tomorrow! We're going to have about 20-25 children from Pamplona with us..."
"The bus rides to and from were great, too! Despite the language barrier, we were all laughing, singing, having a good time."
"[She] nicknamed him the Fresh Prince of Pamplona."
"...I think the best part of this trip is bonding with the girls..."
"Considering we didn't meet each other before the mission trip, we've gotten along pretty well this past week!"
"...We skipped the work site and visited a school called Cerrito Azul..."
"...It's really amazing to see the community in San Juan de Miraflores, more specifically [him], help the people with special needs..."
"Azul- Blue is the color for autism awareness.
Cerrito- literally means "little hill"... the name of the school directly translates to "little blue hill""
"... a line of people passing rocks... breaking up boulders... mixing cement. It was a busy mountainside!"
"There's major progress on the wall- and not only that. We've made connections with the locals in Las Violetas that we didn't imagine would exist 2 weeks ago!..."
"What we do with our time here is so valuable. The wall keeps them safe, but the connections last a lifetime!"
"...I'm surprised by all the American music they listen to..."
"...The people of Pamplona have stolen my heart..."
"... I've never really had the desire to go on a mission trip before this..."
"...That good feeling you get even tough you're exhausted... There are no words to describe it..."
"...I'm going to miss the community of Las Violetas in Pamplona.
Gabriella, who calls [him] "chico malo".
Her mom, who is very wonderful.
A young mom with a very happy little boy!"
"...We went to Alegria en el Senor (Joy in the Lord), which is a school for physically disabled students..."
"It was such a special experience, to be able to see how happy they are despite their disabilities.
They see them as a blessing..."
"...Pan Para mis Hermanos (Bread for my Brothers)..."
"...It's a way for the street vendors to feel appreciated and loved. The volunteers go out once a week and hand out bread and whatever drink they have- hot tea, hot chocolate, water.
They also pray with the vendors."
"...This trip has been very humbling overall, because the things that I complain about at home are things that I take advantage of."
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
I love all these little things about you-
So why don't I love all of you?
What's holding me back?
Jaded love, maybe?
Or it could be that I'm afraid-
Afraid of the fall.
But I don't have to be. Because you'll be there to catch me.
No matter what.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
The feelings you create within me- happiness, the want of a deeper connection with another person... Are like nothing else.
When you're around, I'm pretty sure I'm one of the happiest people on the earth; You bring out my biggest smile without a single effort, that nervous but pleasant feeling in the pit of my stomach... That what we have is good, what we can have in the future will be better.
A relationship based on trust, respect, boundaries neither of us cross. One(s) that encompass the eventual physical part of a relationship.
Your romantic gestures, the comfort you give me... I would give anything to feel that forever, however long forever may last.
You make me want to be better, and I think that's what I like best about you.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
I learned something today- comforting someone doesn't always take words.
Sometimes, it's simply the steadfast presence of someone who cares; someone who wishes he or she could do something to take away the pain. And whether the pain be physical or emotional, there's still the feeling that something should be done, something should be said.
But words don't always come. And even if they do, murmurings of comfort, of "it'll be okay", don't always do the trick.
Maybe someone just needs to be there.
Be the crying shoulder, hold a hand, offer a hug.
Because oftentimes, the pain cannot be escaped.
Only endured.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
It was the moment I had dreamed of.
That oh-my-gosh-I-think-I-forgot-how-to-breathe-but-I'm-totally-fine-with-it moment.
That moment you hope won't ever end.
The first kiss.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
Love is like fire.
It starts out as nothing, just logs in a fire pit.
Then,... Embers.
A spark,
The beginning of something.
The fire takes time, patience.
You can't rush it when you want
A big, roaring fire.
A comforting fire.
After the fire is built up,
You're afraid to go near, to get burned.
yet you want to feel the comfort of the fire...
The love.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
His face,
So...
So close to mine.
It frightened me.
I like him, he likes me.
Yet I was afraid.
Afraid of what would happen if
I took it farther,
Tried to take it farther.
His arms around my middle,
Tickling my sides.
His big, warm hands near mine.
We were alone...
Sort of.
The only ones in the room, at least.
And I was afraid.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
I never knew what it felt like; Intimate human contact, yet innocent at the same time.
Cuddling on the couch watching a movie, playing cards and talkin' that smack talk; Those simple, light moments that... build a friendship, a relationship.
But at the same time, there's this fear inside, that if you do something to push the limits of the friendship, relationship... You don't know what will happen. The fear holds you back, controls you.
But if you push past that fear, knock it down, did you do a good thing? Was pushing the limits good? Will it halt the steady progress or push it forward even more, both boy and girl liking the change?
And if you don't push the limit at all, let the fear control you completely, there's doubt; What would have happened? Was it my only chance? Can we do this again? If I had done something- held his hand, just turned my head maybe a few inches to my right...?
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
Hands and arms trembling,
Fear in my eyes...
What will he say?
I was sure he could tell;
Tell that I was scared,
Maybe not ready to tell him yet.
I was leaving soon anyway.
Leaving high school, the city I was raised in.
Leaving him.
Would he take me in his arms,
Tell me he feels the same way?
Tell me that it's just a crush?
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC