Sunday, October 1, 2017

simple smiles

guilty 

guilty of coveting the girl on my media 

her hair, her clothes, her smile

her quirky little captions and the places she goes

i throw myself into her cute shoes

pretend that her friends are mine and wonder what it'd be like to be her

to live a day in her seemingly picture perfect world

...

but then i wonder

how many girls

look at me

and say the same things?

do we have an unending circle

of wanting to be each other?

what if we learned to love our own lives?

the off-camera moments of

the loud car rides

the undocumented laughter and love

do we take those moments for granted

just because they're not cropped and edited?

we plaster ourselves with a 'melancholy' label

because we didn't go see that band

or capture the right angle

but the truth is: life is messy

your life deserves to be enjoyed

not filtered

take pictures

but take them of sunsets going 80 down the freeway

of yourself, laughing over a stupid joke

 of your friends and your family

so what if your life is simple?

it's simply beautiful

no one except you gets to experience your life

so turn off the screen

and smile a little wider

cut loose and dance

but most importantly

don't forget that you are the only you

and no one can take you away

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just some thoughts i've had on my mind! love you all! <3

-jacyrayn

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

scars



certain favors

specific words

voices

remind me of the list I keep

of those who have done me wrong

these things make me remember the pain

run my fingers along the scars

think of the times before they let me down

my flesh angers at the thought of the wound

i feel it well up inside

then Your hand grabbed mine

You looked me in the eye

And said "child, look at mine"

the scars on your hands

worse than my own

held every wrong

all of the shame

they reminded me of the marks

that I have put on other people

while I selfishly look at my own

you took all the blame

you remembered no more

the pain

the scars to show

life is not bruises cuts and past wrongs

it's forgiving and learning to grow

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just some messy thoughts for you


-jr xx



Tuesday, August 1, 2017

BLOG TOUR Q&A WITH K.A. EMMONS (THE BLOOD RACE)

(Thank you Abbie, for the beautiful graphics)





Hello my lovely blog friends!

Today on the blog I am hosting an interview with the lovely K. A. Emmons(Or you may just know her as Kate)! Her new book "The Blood Race" has just debuted, and let me just tell you guys, it is out of this world. If you don't know anything about Kate or the book, scroll to the bottom and there is an about section, and links to buy her book! So, without further delay, let's start this interview! 

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JR: "What was your biggest inspiration for this book?"
EMMONS: My biggest inspiration was this beautiful and motivating idea that we are each powerful and filled with potential. We are each more than we seem.

We’re all on a journey to find out who we are, and who we have been created to be, and that same journey is what propels the main characters Hawk and Ion through the story.
JR: "Did this book help you grow as a person and/or writer?"
EMMONS: Both, for sure. I always learn things from writing a book - or anything, for that matter. A novel, a poem, a blog post, something on a scrap of paper that maybe only I will ever see… when I write, I feel God most. I often feel Him communicating with me through the words, and many times I will sit back, stare at a particular line that just “flowed” without my intellectualizing it, and think “wow… that was for me.” 
The creation of The Blood Race was filled with moments like that.
JR: "Do you ever put your own traits or people around you into characters?"
EMMONS: For sure. Though, typically I never say who or which character, because I don’t want to assign a particular physique or personality to a character based on a real life person, I want the reader to imagine that for themselves. BUT, it does happen in some instances, for sure. I think that’s part of the fun of writing though… collecting beautiful snippets from real life, changing them ‘round a bit, and popping them into your latest work of fiction.
JR: "Where is your favorite place to write?" 
EMMONSAt my desk in mine and my sister’s shared office (the walls are multicolored and covered in art, & Napali flags hang from the ceiling), or at my parent’s dining room table, where I’ve written since I was eleven and probably younger. I love to be in the center of our (usually pretty quiet) house… and of course being close to the kitchen is always a big plus!
JR: "If you could give any one piece of advice to your fellow writers, what would it be?"
EMMONS
I always give the same answer on this one: WRITE YOU. Writing is an art, and there is no right or wrong way to make art, despite what the critics may say. Make your art like only you can, write your story with your unique voice, don’t strive to adopt someone else’s tone. If you want your story to be unique and interesting, bring some Y O U to the page - you won’t regret it, and your readers will have read nothing like it before.
JR: "Last, but definitely not least, are you already working on your next project?"
EMMONS
Yes, ma’am! In between all the bustle of The Blood Race’s release, I have been lost in a pair of headphones and a mug of coffee writing the last few chapters of the second book in The Blood Race series. I am already giddy with excitement to share it!
Thank you so much, Jacy, for having me on your wonderful blog!
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A huge thank you to Kate for taking the time to answer some questions and just being a rad human! If you haven't already, you need to get your hands (or device) on a copy of the The Blood Race! 

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     A LITTLE ABOUT KATE 
When she’s not hermiting away in her colorfully-painted home office writing her next science fiction, passionate story-teller and adventurer Kate Emmons is probably on the road for a surf or hiking trip, listening to vinyls, or going for a power run. Emmons lives in the often-snowy hills of rugged Vermont with her husband and dog named Rocket.

                                      Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kaemmonsauthor/
                                Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thebloodrace/
                                       Twitter: https://twitter.com/emmonswrites





WHERE YOU CAN BUY "THE BLOOD RACE"











Wednesday, May 10, 2017

overwhelmed



"And then through darkness, there came a light" 

Sometimes it's not certain place that break through happens. It doesn't have to be a church, a concert, or in a room full of people. 

Sometimes you're all alone. 

You've poured your heart out over and over again in the creases of the worn notebook and it's off-white paper; but you pick up the pen with the faded ink anyway, and you continue to write until your hand is numb. You cry out. 

And then, you're heard. 

No, not something audible you hear, but rather, your plea to God when the stress of overwhelming you, is more than just acknowledged, it's heard.  

It's not an 3-minute instant microwave miracle, but rather, a moment of peace. A single second where you feel as if something, someone, is wrapping their arms around you. 

You feel like you've come out on top of the waves for a solid minute and you can catch your breathe. 

The storm isn't over and the waters are still raging, but just that moment of peace, the one that comes the second you decide to wholly devote yourself to the Way-Maker, the Calmer of storms, can give you the strength you need to pick up and carry on. 

To conquer the waves you must first learn to stop fighting, and let God fight. Let yourself go in over your head. 

When you war with your own strength, you're destined to fail and choke. 

When you open up your fists, the ones that have been closed for so long you've forgotten what it feels like to be free, then it happens. 

You learn to let go. 

You learn to ride the waves, instead of trying to control them. 

You stop swimming against the water, but letting them carry you. 


My friends I am speaking to myself but also speaking to you. 

Open up your hands to the God of love, the God of peace, and the God who has plans for you. 

The storm may pick back up, but catch you breath and let go. For you only have each passing moment to make this life beautiful. It's too short to live with gritted-teeth and clenched-fists. 

Open up your heart, and find peace. 

I'm still sitting in my bedroom alone. 

I haven't had a grand revelation on how to solve my problems and conquer the doubt and fear, but I opened up my hands, and I let the worry go. 

The whole world doesn't know I caught my breath, and I definitely don't have it all together now. 

But I know to be true, that my God loves me, and He loves you. He wants good for you and everyone else. Hold fast to that.   

Let all you do be done in love,

jacyrayn xx

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

he holds me

i woke up with voices in my head


telling me to go back to sleep

telling me i wasn't worth the fight
telling me i was falling to pieces


'you're never going to be any better than you are now' they said

'you're too far gone for Him to make anything out of you' they said 


but when i figured out 

that they were just voices in my head 

i heard you said 

'i have you in the palms of My hands' 

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

catch your breath




"And then through darkness, there came a light" 


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Sometimes it's not certain place that break through happens. It doesn't have to be a church, a concert, or in a room full of people. 

Sometimes you're all alone. 

You've poured your heart out over and over again in the creases of the worn notebook and it's off-white paper; but you pick up the pen with the faded ink anyway, and you continue to write until your hand is numb. You cry out. 

And then, you're heard. 

It's not an 3-minute instant microwave miracle, but rather, a moment of peace. 

You feel like you've come out on top of the waves for a solid minute and you can catch your breathe. 

The storm isn't over and the waters are still raging but just that moment of peace, the one that comes the second you decide to wholly devote yourself to the Way-Maker, the Calmer of storms, can give you the strength you need to pick up and carry on. 

To conquer the waves you must first learn to stop fighting and let God fight. Let yourself go in over your head. 

When you war with your own strength, you're destined to fail and choke. 

When you open up your fists, the ones that have been closed for so long you've forgotten what it feels like to be free, then it happens. 

You learn to let go. 

You learn to ride the waves, instead of trying to control them. 

My friends I am speaking to myself but also speaking to you. 

Open up your hands to the God of love, the God of peace, and the God who has plans for you. 

The storm may pick back up, but catch you breath and let go. For you only have each passing moment to make this life beautiful. It's too short to live with gritted-teeth and clenched-fists. 

Open up your heart, and find peace. 

I'm still sitting in my bedroom alone. 

I haven't had a grand revelation on how to solve my problems and conquer the doubt and fear, but I opened up my hands, and I let the worry go. 

The whole world doesn't know I caught my breath, and I definitely don't have it all together now. 

But this I know to be true, is that my God loves me, and He loves you. He wants good for me and everyone else. Hold fast to that.   

Let all you do be done in love,

jacyrayn

Thursday, January 12, 2017

A TURNING PAGE



                                        A TURNING PAGE

A new chapter of a new book.

The hardback cover hit the musty smelling pages with a slam; the good book, the amazing story of the time I lived Kentucky and its adventures, was over. 

It was a sweet one, it truly was. I grew up as a person and spiritually. I met so many people who welcomed me in as family and taught me that there is still goodness in the hearts of strangers, and the strangers turned into friends, who will be in my life for a very long time. I danced my heart out and sang too loud on the road trips and laughed endlessly.

But, with life, everything changes eventually. If there was no change, how could we ever grow and learn to make more room in our heart for more love, new things, and new people? 

But the turning page, the opening of a new book, fails to be simple. I'm not going to lie for one second and say it is. 

You know the feeling, when you get a new book and the binding on it is stiff, and you have to hold it forcefully open because it's new and rigid? 

That's what it's like: opening a new chapter of life. 

It's tough. 

Its hard to keep open and it doesn't fit quite right in your hands yet.  You're unfamiliar with the cover and the pages tend to stick together.  
All together, it just feels unnatural. 
Nevertheless, I think in the situations we're most uncomfortable in, it's pushing us out of our comfort box into the world that makes us try new things and open up to new people. We have new adventures and we learn to close our eyes and simply just jump into life! 

Suddenly, once you get past a couple chapters into the new book, it gets really interesting- and then you can't put it down because it's so good! You get so caught up in this amazing new world that you realize you love the book, your life, and then binding starts to feel loose and no longer feels heavy and awkward;
it feels right,
and that's how this new life is going to be. 

I want to get so love with my life, so in love with story that I'm living that God is writing, that I can live freely without stress and worry. I want to have open, blank pages that can be filled with love and laughter instead of trying to live in the old book and keep the new one shut. 
Not all endings are bad. They leave opportunities for new starts. While beginnings can be scary, you can choose to dive into them holding grace and look for the best, or you can be afraid and then realize beginnings aren't bad. I haven't reached the point where I'm in love with the new stories to be written, but I'm willing to push through the stiff binding and untouched pages for a radical ending.

Life is unpredictable, but you know an Author who writes stellar stories that always have spectacular endings.

I bet yours is going to be beautiful.

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2017 is going to be an amazing year, loves! You are a world changer and a planet shaker, the earth is at your fingertips. :) 

P.S. I promise I'm not dead! I took a little break over the holidays because I moved to a new state and to let my brain and heart rest! Expect me back at it! 

How were your holidays!? I missed you guys! 


With love, 

-JacyRayn