stop, just please.

WARNING: This is not directed to anyone in particular, although i have everyone in my life, friends and foes to thank for this mix of thoughts...

Stop.

Stop being fake to me.

Stop worrying about howyou look 24/7.

Stop walking on egg shells.
Stop trying to grow up.
Stop being who you aren't.
Stop trying to wear the boots everyone else does.
Stop waving your money around.
Stop complaining to me.
Stop having your own pity party.

Stop thriving for the wrong things.
Stop creating drama.
Stop taking other people's ideas.
Stop pretending to have it all together.
Stop yelling at the small things.
Stop moving so fast.
Stop pushing God aside.
Stop talking down to me.

Stop blowing off the people who really love you.
Stop thinking you are the best.
Stop and thank someone who deserves it.
Stop abbreviating everything.
Stop loving materialistic things.
Stop playing favorites.
Stop talking so loud.
Stop being so sarcastic.
Stop trying to come back.
Stop living in the past.
Stop to smell the flowers...

Please.

Please say Good morning.

Please wash your dishes.
Please attack the blank canvas.
Please sit in your rocking chair.

Please call your Grandpa up to chat.
Please forgive him/her.
Please say your prayers.
Please refocus your life.
Please know you are blessed.
Please know your limits.
Please give me a chance.
Please know i am changed.

Please know it is for the better.

Please talk in a British accent.
Please have coffee with me.
Please remember who you were.
Please don't ignore my affection.
Please listen to the music.
Please put that bottle down.

Please sing with your windows down.
Please remember what they taught you.
Please silence the little devil on your shoulder.
Please create for Him.

Please drive just because.
Please travel.
Please try that new food.
Please sit with her.
Please appreciate them.
Please love a stranger.
Please share.
Please think of someone else.

Please sleep in.

Please don't take these pictures I took.

Please know the truth.

Please capture memories.

Please whistle while you work.
Please remember self image is not everything.
Please know you are only young once.
Please remember i am not perfect, or even close.

Please know i love you.

Please remember it is ok to cry.

Please write down your dreams.

Please watch the sun rise.

Please stop checking powerschool and relax.
Please give country music a chance.
Please stop waiting for time.
Please know He is in control.

Please stop setting everything on logic.
Please know you can't change that.
Please trust that pinky promise.

Please understand that...

"You have no competition because there is only ONE of you on this earth. Embrace that fact and let it carry you in your art, your business, and your confidence." -Mike Colon

"Where you invest your love, you invest your life."
— Marcus Mumford

"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else."

-C.S. Lewis

We were meant to be...(2:33am)

The story starts with a young girl who spends a ridiculous amount of time at starbucks. The setting was a cold evening in November and people skurried in wearing peacoats, sweaters and scarfs of the sort. As she sat there with her math homework pulling her hair out becuase of the difficulty of understanding several variables and exponents infront of her she became hopeless. He was a older boy, some what of a man. Young, but not in high school,early 20's, wore Wrangler jeans and a baseball cap, and fully equipped with a Southern accent. Something happened that November evening, this stranger saw this young girl struggling and offered a hand, apparently he was a math major in the past, he wasn't from around here and asked if it was weird that he asked her if she needed assistance..... she simply shook her head no and sat in amazement that someone would sit down and reach out a hand to a complete stranger. this was a moment. a single fash in time where she saw God's love. something simple, not hardand not impossible to acheive. This country bumpkin had no idea what he had just opened her eyes to..As he tipped his hat and wished her well, she then realized something huge. We were meant to be a city on a hill, right? Well, im thinking that we have screwed that up more than enough times. I think thoes simple acts of kindness are what show God's love in a different light. We can sit here and donate money and sing praise songs, although that is all good and well...but is that really what we are called to do? Doesn't God want us to GO. Im not talking a huge missions trip (although that is good..India:)) but letting that person cut in front of you at the groocery store, saying thank you to the people you love, loving the person who needs it most, giving that homeless man a sandwich...we talk about this all the time, but who accually does it? lets be 100% honest..we are lucky if we get through the mall parking lot around Christmas time with out being flipped off. No one wants love to rule them, they want power and lust and things. Love is a over-used and abused word, but is so pure in the correct context. Let us love this season, let us offer a hand and not expect a brownie button. Let us put on a pair of Wrangler jeans and become a country bumpkin, because we never know who might need that helping hand...

We Were Meant To BE
By: Revive


How'd we drift so far apart?
Oh, God it breaks our hearts
We can hear heavens tears cry
For wasted years

The time for change is now
Can you hear us calling out?

We were meant to be
A city on a hill
Shine like the stars in the sky
We were meant to live

For more than this world
So open our eyes to see
What we were meant to be
What we were meant to be

Even in the darkest place
We'll stand, we're not ashamed
When fear and doubt, try to hold us down
We'll stand, we're not afraid

The time for change is now
We can hear you calling out

We were meant to be
A city on a hill
Shine like the stars in the sky
We were meant to live

For more than this world
So open our eyes to see
What we were meant to be
What we were meant to be

Start a brush fire in my soul
A flame that won't die, won't grow cold
Let it burn, let it burn

Start a brush fire in my soul
A flame that won't die, won't grow cold
Let it burn for You

We were meant to be
A city on a hill
Shine like the stars in the sky
We were meant to live

For more than this world
So open our eyes to see
We were meant to be
A city on a hill

Shine like the stars in the sky
We were meant to live

For more than this world
So open our eyes to see
What we were meant to be

i don't know.

what to blogg. ill be back.

Therapy.

Haven't blogged in a while. Hmmh well let me just say that i miss it first of all. Well, one thing really ticked me off today and it should be said in blog-land. WHO does sketchers think they are to copy TOMS>! i mean "BOBS"....really...? stupid people. Well, now that i got that off my chest, i am also struggling with copy-caters in some aspects, very agrivating, sometimes i wish i was Taylor Swift so i can just write a song about you and get it over with. Please don't ask me if you can do this...thanks. Well, im currently in a state on confusion i don't seem to know what to do, even when i sit with Jack Johnson, insence and CS Lewis, its all a blur. I feel that Spiritually, i am going through therapy with God. A step by step process of growth and maturity. It is truly amazing what He can do with time, he spends it way more affective than i do. I need to learn to His ways. Thats another thing, this whole growth therapy, yah its kind of confusing me...a lot.

<3

Just trying to live for HIM, but i screw up all the time.

**Jack Johnson tomorrow...im going to sleep like a little kid on Christmas Eve.**

anyone want some spare change?

You change your clothes on a daily basis. Your president promises change (hahahaha...joke.) You change your hair style. The leaves change in the fall (not in Southern Cali...but roll with me on this one) The date changes, the trends change, the weather changes, people change, and change is scarier than scary. Yes, i have been told that change is good. But im not a huge fan unless this is a big change. A small quiet change that awakes you and reminds you who you really truly care about. Yah, its weird, but you know what? Its gunna happen, just like the weather changes. And if you are an insomniac like myself, you can watch the moon change to the sun...you can sometimes even see the dew form on a fresh flower. Its all so slow, but in life, change comes FAST...like BAM! The change i am experiencing is weird, but i think it is going to be ok. Yes, i have already cried hysterically and asked why a million times, but i think it will be ok. Ok, just that. There is a small part of me that is still bitter, but it is a nice healing process. A nice form of rehab i guess. Therapy is a good word. I need to sit back and remember that change can become positive, because all things work for the greater good of those who love HIM. And that is that, and i swear i will love God and love others, because even though this change is terrible, He has something good in store. Now, heres the fun part, guide me! yep, God here it is show me where you want me, either in India for a year? Seattle? Tennessee? Santa Barbara? where? tell me please? that would make my life .5% less stressful. Thanks. But you know if you don't tell me, then i am ok with that because i know that you have it all figured out and i can MAYBE sleep tonight knowing that.

-a very very frazzled kimberly kazarian.

original?

ha. you disgust me. goodbye poser.

something about 3:36am.

something about finding comfort in the fact the world is sleeping, and here. here i am wide awake, one million and ten things to do, and frankly, i dont want to do them. but i will not sleep until all is done. the peace i find in 3:36am. the piece of me that sings aloud, that screams, that slaps paint on a canvas hoping for some direction intrudes my body. the fact that i can sit here completely ignoring my Beowulf essay and be ok. ok with the fact that you know what? i have had a tough week and yes it is only tuesday. something about jon foreman singing through my computer speakers gives me a sense of its the way it is. i am lost and i am ok with it. it takes me back to the time in quaker medow when i literally got lost. bein the rebel i am there was a rule to not go anywhere alone at night, and i got lost. but i was happy. also, being the rebel i am, i had my ipod and i had jon foreman. me and john have been through a lot. he seems to sing the rights things at the right times. the song "your love is strong" is basically my prayer every night. it takes it all and sings it to the Lord. i mean i feel that there is something i am iching to discover, but i have yet to come to it. some spark of ummmph. something to point the way. i want to follow Him in a bigger way. i am determined to find this ummmph i speak of this night.