home home home

i go home in 16 hours.

it’s hard to describe how much I want to go home. my whole being is just longing to go home.

i miss Dusty so unbelievably much, if i think about him for too long i bring myself to the verge of sobbing. it sounds so dramatic but Dusty has always been one of my bestest friends and it’s very hard to be away from him.

For 44.3009% of my life, (which I calculated to the day), he has been My little guy. From the first instant I held him as a 7 week old puppy, I knew that he would forever be My dog. I’ll never forget the way his little legs would trip over blades of grass when we first brought him home because he was just too tiny for the big world. He’s been there with me through very rough times, ALWAYS licking my tears away when they come. Now he’s bigger, and his beautiful soul is just as radiant as the first day I held him.

I love him so deeply and I just can’t stop.

he may be “just a dog”, but he is My dog.

i CAN’T WAIT TO SEE HIM

on another, less dramatic note, i’m going to hangout with my friends and i’m SO EXCITED for it!!

and i’m going to get my nails done and see my house again!! and my pool again!! and my family. I’m just so excited and I just can’t wait.

see you soon baby -holz

my love makes me cry

i feel such a strong desire to care for another soul,

another being, and for that being to care for me as well.

it rips me apart that i can’t see my baby dusty everyday,

i can’t play with him and cuddle with him, or tell him how much i love him.

even though he may not understand my words, he certainly knows 

when i tilt my heart and emphasize my words clearly

I love you Dusty. I love you so so much.

He knows that I love him, despite his flaws.

When he lashes out at me, possessive over food, when he runs away from me as i call to him, i love him.

i care for his little soul so deeply and completely, he can’t comprehend it.

I would do anything for my little guy.

it shows me how Jesus loves me.

that i’m 6 hours away from him, and he doesn’t know,

he doesn’t know where i am or why i left him.

he’s home

i’m alone

i’m here, missing him much.

ouch!

~

me, as always, ಠ_ಥ

-holz (>人<)

~

a note: reading this actually brings me to tears. my love for my baby boy dusty is so deep. i have loved him, currently love him, and continue to love him through all seasons of our lives. my love for him supersedes any temporary grievances. he may appear to be “just a dog,” but to me, he is my cuddly little companion, my forever furry friend, and my little bundle of joy.

while i know that the love between a human and an animal falls beneath the love humans share for each other, i believe the love humans and animals have for each other is a great example of God’s love for His people. experiencing a deep love for another being in my own life really helps me to understand God’s perfect Love, which i tend to greatly underestimate. while my love for any being, including dusty, is flawed in my humanity, loving him has taught me what it means to TRULY love another being: freely, compassionately and oh-so whole-heartedly.

I love him SO- SO MUCH.

i lost track

WOW ~ mentally i keep putting so much pressure on myself to post on this blog that i just never do anymore. that makes me SAD.

SO, to prove to myself that all my posts on here don’t have to be long, eloquently worded and “perfect,” for today all I will say is:

~~~

I miss my friends back home, in my hometown, my home.

I miss local food, my pool, my bed.

I miss driving, I miss my publix.

I miss my baby boy, Dusty.

I miss home.

~~~

That’s all.

-holz

day 107; // lead me to heaven

Wow.

It is SO EASY to be jealous.

It is SO EASY to envy.

It’s easy to believe lies.

~

If only-you were-rich enough. As we all know rich = fixed. Always.”

If only-you were-good enough. If only you could dance like them. If only you could be like them. It’s too late now, just look around. Started competing when they were 2, and now they’re soooOOOoooo much better than you.”

If only-you were-smart enough. Look at these geniuses who don’t have to study, they’re gonna out there be makin some moneeeey!! It’s easy for them to live, just watch and see.”

~

All of these “people” are simply NOT ME.

Their character traits are just DIFFERENT from mine.

Their lives & mine do not intertwine.

AND THAT’S OKAY…

…because I am very happy with ME.

~~~

I am beginning to realize that I am simply not everyone else. It’s very clear when I write it down like that, but it’s hard to actually believe and be okay with.

My talents are different. My direction is different. My personality is different.

From everyone else

And it is okay. I am who God created me to be. I find comfort in knowing that HE made me, he created me intentionally and with a purpose. I have a different calling in life than the people around me that are “better” at certain things than I am.

The have traits/talents/things that I don’t, and VICE VERSA. I might be “better” at forgiving others than that “perfect dancer” I see on my instagram. Perhaps I am “better” at writing than the math genius in my Calculus class. Even though I’m not rich in money, I might experience richer joy in my day-to-day life than the excessively wealthy billionaire I saw in the news.

No one is perfect, and I’m learning more and more each day what it means to TRUST GOD when life is going well, AND when it beats me down. He is with me THROUGH IT ALL.

Sometimes I just don’t see it, know it, or feel it. He is there. He LOVES US. & I love Him.

~~~

I hope you find joy today, whatever your plans may entail.

much love,

-holz (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

13 “For you formed my inward parts;
    you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.”

-Psalm 139:13-14

day 105 of my blog

“18 years ago today, 3000 people would be spending their last night with their family.”

Oof.

chills. heavy heart.

Always remember, Never forget.

~

It with sorrow that we, as a nation and as a world, begin our annual remembrance of, and reflection upon, the tragedy that occurred on 9/11/2001. Tomorrow will be 18 years since the terrorist attack took place.

Every September 11th we see special TV programs, heartbreaking social media posts, and ‘new’ personal testimonies/stories shared.

Although I was born almost a whole year before it happened, I’ve only ever known a world drastically and irrevocably adapted to the repercussions of this attack.

Security, Protocols and Precautions are everywhere.

“September 11th TV shows” are all I’ve known. I could not comprehend, at the age of 10 months old, what happened on 9/11/2001. I’ve learned about it in retrospect, through stories from my family members and a few select home videos. (In one video of my mom & I at a ‘mommy and me’ class, you can hear my mom in the background talking about “how the jet fuel was so bad that…”)

Perhaps some part of my brain, deep deep down, remembers what it was like to live through that day.

It’s easy for me to feel distant from 9/11 because I do not remember it happening.

It is important, though, to remember that every year I can get something new out of our nation’s annual mourning and reflection. I might see something from a new perspective, learn something I did not previously know, or be moved to live more compassionately, because the world needs Love.

This year, before 9/11/2019 actually came, I was pierced by the quote I included at the top of this post. It gives me chills. This is a new perspective that I had not seen for the past 18 September Eleventh’s of my life.

Every year is different.

And that is okay.

~

I also added pictures near the top of this post from my visit to the 9/11 Memorial in NYC, July 2017.

~

I hope my point came across.

I’m going to sleep.

Maybe for the last time.

-holz </3

You just never know which day will be your last.

day 95 i’m thriving

… for the most part!!
Obviously there have been some rough moments due to the huge adjustment to college life and other various circumstances beyond my control, though on the whole I am pretty dang proud of myself for doing as well as I am so far.

“So far” is an important little phrase to note here. I want to take everything just one day at a time. I’m taking the good times with a grain of salt, knowing that the bad times will come, and that I can and will get through them.

When I say that I’m doing “well,” I’m judging this based off of only my own internal standards, not external ones. It can be so easy to appear all put together and like you’re “living your best life” on the outside and on social media, but are you really happy? Does partying at the clubs and fixating on empty relationships really, truly satisfy you? I know that going out and partying at clubs will NOT fill the longing in my heart for community and friendship. I have decided NOW, one week into my college experience, what I want it to look like, (generally. I know I can’t control every tiny detail).

My “ideal college experience” is not hooking up with random strangers, partying at clubs and partaking in other similar “normal college” behavior. It is growing in my faith, walking with people who love and support me, and challenging myself to meet my goals and stick to my standards.

I can say that overall, I know in my heart that I’m where I’m meant to be.

It sounds very dramatic, but I really feel that I was called to attend Florida State University. I just love it so much so far. There have been very annoying walks up steep hills and other grievances of the like, yet I feel peaceful knowing that I am right where I belong at this point in my life.

I love feeling confident in God’s love for me. I love truly realizing that His love for me is so real and so unique that literally nothing in this world can truly satisfy me but Him. He DIED for me. He died for us. How often do I take that for granted? A lot, I’ll tell you. But he loves us. He loves us so much and I can’t believe it sometimes.

I have so much to learn, so much to do and so many hills to climb (figuratively and literally). And I am ready for them.

-Holz (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

“I am no longer my own. Whether I live or whether I die, I belong to my Saviour. I have nothing of my own. God is my all, and my whole being is His.” -Saint Catherine of Genoa

day 88 ~ a post about brockhampton

this post is just about how much i love brockhampton and their new album ginger. if this post ain’t for u i respect that thanks for stoppin by❤️

~~~ now for the post ~~~

I really want to buy all of brockhampton’s merch.

HOWEVER,, I really can’t afford to buy anything else, since I’ve already bought 2 hoodies and a shirt from their store in the past month and that was a lot of money for me.

Then I realized that supporting a band doesn’t mean owning all of their merch and physical copies of all their music. It means that I respect them as human beings and I appreciate their music.

It’s about what their music means to me when I listen to it. Even though most of the members come from completely different backgrounds and walks of life than me and those messages are conveyed in the music, I can still relate to the broader messages embedded within.

> searching for something greater in life, struggling to deal with past trauma, feeling unwanted and hopeless. <

< ALSO feeling confident af, big angry, and any other emotions !! >

Whether it’s a sick instrumental or beautiful masterfully crafted lyrics, I just LOVE their music so much. It’s hard to put into words ok👏

It also feels weird to get so ~sappy~ over “just a band” and “just an album” and “just some songs.” “Just” those things really help me feel okay when life is hectic, chaotic and stressful. And when life is going well, I love jamming to their hype songs as well ❤

~

agh i would lose my freakin mind if i saw them live or met any of the members.

i’ve had so many dreams where i meet different members of brockhampton, (usually joba💙).

anywayz,

i realize that i don’t know and probably never will know any of the members personally, their music just makes me so <happy> and <calm> and helps me feel <justified> in whatever i’m going through !!

❤️❤️❤️ big bh love ❤️❤️❤️

-holz