Last year, as a celebration for Oceanside's 185th birthday, the city put on a firework show. They were obviously not prepared for the results they got. Cars jammed tightly into the small business parking lots, mobs of people swarming around, trying to find a decent view to watch the show. We thought finding our way in was hard, but little did we consider the trek out. I will spare you the details, and just leave you with the fact that it was nearly 45 minutes after the show ended that we even started heading to our car. That was last year; that was the 3rd; one day prior to the 4th of July.
This year, as the first few days of July are to rolling into view, we are already planning to attend the firework show. Our next-door neighbor will go with us again, like she did last year. We hear the city is more prepared this year, with venders, so people can buy food, and traffic control people, with their orange vests and colored flashlights. It will be a big production. We are more prepared, too. We are taking our chairs, which we failed to think of last year, and plenty of snacks and blankets. Some of our friends from church are going to come too. When they get to our house we all pile into our Minnie Van and journey over to the business districts. We arrive nearly an hour and a half early. There aren't too many people around, but we know that will change as the clock ticks on.
We take a stroll up one of the blocked off roads. Venders line the curb, selling every different kind of food I can recall. I'm attracted to the aroma of kettle corn, and Mom and Dad say we can get some. But we'll get it closer to when the fireworks start, that way it'll be fresh and warm. There are people selling t-shirts, others doing music and karaoke. People are already camping out on the street, trying to get the best view they possibly can of the bare hillside behind the venders. We mosey around a bit as we wait for our friends to get their dinner, and I enjoy the different sights and scenes that unfold around me; the bickering families, jovial children and the couples that roam hand in hand, obviously lost in a daze.
It always baffles me; the large amount of people in the world. It's easy to get caught up in my own little bubble; how I feel, what I want. Easy to forget there are so many other people around me, with individual personalities, thoughts and souls. As the thick crowds press in around me, so does the staggering reality of how big my God is, as a creator and keeper of this people. He's made each one of these people, and knows them personally; individually. The thought make me feel small; it humbles me. A small person serving a big God; I guess that's the best place to be.
The sun now begins to dip beneath the hills, leaving behind it a pale orange sky. Slowly the orange daylight fades to a dull gray, and I know the firework show will start soon. We settle into our seats, snug with thick blankets wrapped warmly around our legs, munching on freshly popped kettle corn. We enjoy laughing and chatting with our friends, till suddenly the first loud boom shakes us with shock. Everyone's eyes are immediately forced up to where the glittering explosion dances through the night sky. Then one after another the fireworks scatter shinning parks everywhere, lighting up the dark night around us with each loud blast. Everyone "Oo's" and "Ah's" and we call out which ones are our favorites.
I decide that my favorite is the big white one, so loud and powerful that I can feel it pound in my chest, my chair and the very pavement below me quivering under its overwhelming strength. It's one thing to see a pretty firework with glittering sparks, but it's something completely different to feel it; its vibrating, rattling intensity tearing its way to my very core. It reminds me how worldly things glitter, gleam and attract on the surface, but it is only the One True God, and living Scripture that are bursting with life and satisfaction; that are capable of rattling me to the very core and changing me from the inside out. It makes me love that massive white explosion the most.
Immediately after the show ends the crowd around us erupts into an overwhelming applause. We wait around awhile, enjoying each others fellowship as we wait for the crowds to thin. After basically everyone is gone and we are some of the only ones left in the dark business district, we pack up are stuff and head to the car. Though the time was fun, and the fellowship with brothers and sisters in Christ sweet, it's undeniably pleasant to come home to a quiet and peaceful home. As we settle in for the night I am thankful to God for providing yet another blessed day, with friends, family, and fun events, on the 3rd; one day prior to the 4th.
Welcome to my blog. Sprinkles of Blessings is a place where I can share about the little blessings in my life. The ones that God surrounds us with daily, but we often don't see. But not just the little things. This is also a place to share what God is doing in my life, in my heart, and the adventures He takes me on. I also hope to share my photography.
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Because I'm Turning Seventeen
Who asks for a surprise party? Well, I did. I didn't think I would get one either.
As my birthday approaches I try to be less observant, not to snoop or pry; I try to subdue my curiosity level. Those things come so natural, though; it's hard for me. But as each day shifts closer and closer to the 13th my ears become sharper and I automatically become more aware of detail. I try to ignore things, not to question or be suspicious. But even though I try not to pay attention to things, I can't help myself; I hear every word, notice every glance; my curiosity is fighting to break loose. But what is there to be suspicious of? Nothing is any different from normal; no one acts strange.
Every Friday we go up to the Solis' house, just to have fun and hang out. This year the 13th is a Friday; this week at Friday Fun Day it will be my birthday. But I don't think anything of it. Nothing is any different from normal, no one acts strange. For about the past six years something is always happening on my birthday; something big, and always something different. I wasn't planning on things to be off beat from the normal strange, so I naturally thought nothing of it when I plan to spend my birthday up at the Solis' house. In fact, I'm excited about it!
It's the 13th; it's Friday. It's my birthday. Mom makes a wonderful breakfast with an elegantly decorated table. It is a pleasantly calm morning. Dad eats with us and then leaves for work; we get ready to go to Friday Fun Day. My curiosity is burning, I notice detail. I want to think there might be a surprise party waiting for me up at the Solis' house. But I tell myself there isn't. After all, nothing is any different from normal; no one acts strange. We get in the car and go. I try not to be suspicious when mom or Julia text. I try not to notice detail. I tell myself nothing is happening, after all, nothing is any different from normal; no one acts strange.
We pull up to the Solis' house. I'm excited cause I see Renae's car. She doesn't come to Friday Fun Day all the time. My eyes automatically search for any unusual vehicles; I don't see any. I watch to see if Emily comes out to greet us like normal. She does. I notice the blinds are closed on the front windows, but I don't think much of it. After all, nothing is any different from normal; no one acts strange. We say our regular hello to Emily and head toward the house. Julia and Emily go in first. I walk in the front door and notice colorful streamers hanging in front of the entrance to the Family Room. I notice balloons on the floor. I don't think it's too weird; it is my birthday. But then I see my friends. A balloon pops somewhere, the loud bang adding to yells of "surprise!" I'm overwhelmed. I want to laugh, but my eyes fill up with tears instead. I want to run toward the friends I haven't seen in months and hug them. But I can't. Instead I just stand there awkwardly with a stupid smile on my face. More of my friends are here than I could have imagined. I feel loved; I know I'm loved. And I love all these precious people.
God has blessed me beyond measure with the friends that now stand around me. Each one of them has played a distinct role in my life, and I appreciate them all individually. As I spend the day with them, playing sports, enjoying a wonderful dessert, I am overwhelmed with thankfulness to God for their presence in my life.
Who asks for a surprise party? Well, I did, and I got one too. Was I expecting it? To be honest, I wasn't. Yes, I noticed little things, but in the end I was still thoroughly surprised.
Yeah, I know I'm different, I know I'm weird. But what can I say? I was born on Friday the 13th; I've got a reputation to live up to!
As my birthday approaches I try to be less observant, not to snoop or pry; I try to subdue my curiosity level. Those things come so natural, though; it's hard for me. But as each day shifts closer and closer to the 13th my ears become sharper and I automatically become more aware of detail. I try to ignore things, not to question or be suspicious. But even though I try not to pay attention to things, I can't help myself; I hear every word, notice every glance; my curiosity is fighting to break loose. But what is there to be suspicious of? Nothing is any different from normal; no one acts strange.
Every Friday we go up to the Solis' house, just to have fun and hang out. This year the 13th is a Friday; this week at Friday Fun Day it will be my birthday. But I don't think anything of it. Nothing is any different from normal, no one acts strange. For about the past six years something is always happening on my birthday; something big, and always something different. I wasn't planning on things to be off beat from the normal strange, so I naturally thought nothing of it when I plan to spend my birthday up at the Solis' house. In fact, I'm excited about it!
It's the 13th; it's Friday. It's my birthday. Mom makes a wonderful breakfast with an elegantly decorated table. It is a pleasantly calm morning. Dad eats with us and then leaves for work; we get ready to go to Friday Fun Day. My curiosity is burning, I notice detail. I want to think there might be a surprise party waiting for me up at the Solis' house. But I tell myself there isn't. After all, nothing is any different from normal; no one acts strange. We get in the car and go. I try not to be suspicious when mom or Julia text. I try not to notice detail. I tell myself nothing is happening, after all, nothing is any different from normal; no one acts strange.
We pull up to the Solis' house. I'm excited cause I see Renae's car. She doesn't come to Friday Fun Day all the time. My eyes automatically search for any unusual vehicles; I don't see any. I watch to see if Emily comes out to greet us like normal. She does. I notice the blinds are closed on the front windows, but I don't think much of it. After all, nothing is any different from normal; no one acts strange. We say our regular hello to Emily and head toward the house. Julia and Emily go in first. I walk in the front door and notice colorful streamers hanging in front of the entrance to the Family Room. I notice balloons on the floor. I don't think it's too weird; it is my birthday. But then I see my friends. A balloon pops somewhere, the loud bang adding to yells of "surprise!" I'm overwhelmed. I want to laugh, but my eyes fill up with tears instead. I want to run toward the friends I haven't seen in months and hug them. But I can't. Instead I just stand there awkwardly with a stupid smile on my face. More of my friends are here than I could have imagined. I feel loved; I know I'm loved. And I love all these precious people.
God has blessed me beyond measure with the friends that now stand around me. Each one of them has played a distinct role in my life, and I appreciate them all individually. As I spend the day with them, playing sports, enjoying a wonderful dessert, I am overwhelmed with thankfulness to God for their presence in my life.
Who asks for a surprise party? Well, I did, and I got one too. Was I expecting it? To be honest, I wasn't. Yes, I noticed little things, but in the end I was still thoroughly surprised.
Yeah, I know I'm different, I know I'm weird. But what can I say? I was born on Friday the 13th; I've got a reputation to live up to!
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