Great Wall


Hi Beijing.

I am so glad we finally met.

Ever since I came to Dubai I have been waiting to see you.


I went with a couple other crew who also had never been to the Great Wall of China.

We left at the crack of dawn, and reached the wall by 8am.


We arrived so early, we had even beaten the vendors, setting up their waters and oreo packs and fake “I survived the Great Wall” gold medals.


I looooved all the fall colors.

And the fact that we had the entire wall to ourselves.

It was breath-taking.




I think the secret to such an amazing day was the fact that we went in October {so we could see those trees changing colors} and that we left at such an early time.

It really makes a difference if you aren’t hassled with other tourists.

And then by the time we were leaving, people had started arriving, and we gladly left them to share the wall with each other.


Now, as much as I loved the wall, something else almost beat it out of the favorite part of the day spot.

The toboggan ride down the hill, leaving the wall.




So. Much. Fun.






I definitely did not vote for you.

And, Mr President, I definitely do not approve of you forcing the citizens of America to join one healthcare.

Seriously, do people not think things through??

At least our government has ended their shut-down, even if my side didn’t win.

Most House Republicans opposed the compromise bill for failing to do anything about deficits and debt.

“All this does is delay this fight four months,” Rep. Mo Brooks, R-Ala., said. “We need to get to the underlying cause of the problem, which is our out-of-control spending and deficits, and fix it before it’s too late and we go down the toilet to bankruptcy because that’s where America is headed.”

Its October



It’s October now. And all I want is for it to feel like fall.

I absolutely love fall.

It comes in as a close second to winter (c’mon, winter has christmas!).

I love when it first starts to get a little bit chilly, and you finally have to pull out your sweaters

And the leaves are turning to flaming reds, oranges, and yellows

The air smells like apples and pumpkins and campfires.

And the nights are getting darker, earlier.

You have to start setting the “heat” to come on in the house.

And you might have your first fire since last year.

Its the start of “spider-web season” – where your car antenna becomes a streamer of floating spider webs that have gotten caught on it. And you have to start dodging them on your walks around town, or to get the mail, or just to your car. I used to hate this time, but now I miss it because it means it is fall.

I feel a little bid sad for people who have lived in Dubai their entire life.

They have never known the changing of the seasons, the different tastes and feelings each one brings.

Right now I am stuck in my apartment, looking out at the endless sun & sand.

And I can not wait to see trees and grass and crunchy fall leaves on the ground and cozy scarves wrapped around peoples necks.

Until I see you again Fall ❤


<3 Keaton.

This feels right and I’m letting it,
and now I know just what to do.
Tire of me if you will my dear,
but I will not tire of you.

This is the world as I see it now;
turns out that nothing is fair.
You can leave me if you wish my love,
but I’m not going anywhere.

Please do not hurt me love,
I am a fragile one
and you are the light in my eyes.
Please do not break my heart,
I think it’s had enough
pain to last the rest of my life.

My endless distraction, you worry me,
and I’m trying to figure out how.
You don’t have to make any promises, love.
I’m afraid I might die for you now.

And I’d kill just to watch as you’re sleeping,
I hope that you’ll let me in time.
You don’t have to call me yours, my love,
but damnit, I’m calling you mine.

Please do not hurt me love,
I am a fragile one,
and you are the light in my eyes.
Please do not break my heart,
I think it’s had enough
pain to last the rest of my life.
My life.

And I will not tire of you.

Some Words

{Some words from Charles Spurgeon, preached in a field on September 4, 1855} The second part of my text is heart-breaking. I could preach with great delight to myself from the first part; but here is a dreary task to my soul, because there are gloomy words here. But, as I have told you, what is written in the Bible must be preached, whether it be gloomy or cheerful. There are some ministers who never mention anything about hell.I heard of a minister who once said to his congregation, “If you do not love the Lord Jesus Christ, you will be sent to that place which it is not polite to mention.” He ought not to have been allowed to preach again, I am sure, if he could not use plain words. Now, if I saw that house on fire over there, do you think I would stand and say, “I believe the operation of combustion is proceeding yonder?” No; I would call out, “Fire! fire!” and then everybody would know what I meant. So, if the Bible says, “The children of the kingdom shall be cast out into outer darkness,” am I to stand here and mince the matter at all? God forbid! We must speak the truth as it is written. It is a terrible truth, for it says, “the children of the kingdom shall be cast out!” Now, who are those children? I will tell you.   “The children of the kingdom” are those people who are noted for the externals of piety, but who have nothing of the internals of it. People whom you will see with their Bibles and Hymn Books marching off to chapel as religiously as possible, or going to church as devoutly and demurely as they can, looking as sombre and serious as parish beadles, and fancying that they are quite sure to be saved, though their hearts are not in the matter; nothing but their bodies. These are the persons who are “the children of the kingdom.” They have no grace, no life, no Christ, and they shall be cast into outer darkness. Now listen to me a little while—I will not detain you long—whilst I undertake the doleful task of telling you what is to become of these “children of the kingdom.” Jesus Christ says they are to be “cast into utter darkness, where there is weeping and gnashing of teeth.” First, notice, they are to be cast out. They are not said to go; but, when they come to heaven’s gates, they are to be cast out. As soon as hypocrites arrive at the gates of heaven, Justice will say, “There he comes! there he comes! He spurned a father’s prayers, and mocked a mother’s tears. He has forced his way downward against all the advantages mercy has supplied. And now, there he comes. “Gabriel, take the man.” The angel, binding you hand and foot, holds you one single moment over the mouth of the chasm. He bids you look down—down—down. There is no bottom; and you hear coming up from the abyss, sullen moans, and hollow groans, and screams of tortured ghosts. You quiver, your bones melt like wax, and your marrow quakes within you. Where is now thy might? and where thy boasting and bragging? Ye shriek and cry, ye beg for mercy; but the angel, with one tremendous grasp, seizes you fast, and then hurls you down, with the cry, “Away, away!” And down you go to the pit that is bottomless, and roll for ever downward—downward—downward—ne’er to find a resting-place for the soles of your feet. Ye shall be cast out. And where are you to be cast to? Ye are to be cast “into outer darkness;” ye are to be put in the place where there will be no hope. For, by “light,” in Scripture, we understand “hope;” and you are to be put “into outer darkness,” where there is no light—no hope. Is there a man here who has no hope? I cannot suppose such a person. One of you, perhaps, says, “I am thirty pounds in debt, and shall be sold up by-and-by; but I have a hope that I may get a loan, and so escape my difficulty.” Says another, “My business is ruined, but things may take a turn yet—I have a hope.” Says another, “I am in great distress, but I hope that God will provide for me.” Another says, “I am fifty pounds in debt; I am sorry for it; but I will set these strong hands to work, and do my best to get out of it.”   One of you thinks a friend is dying, but you have a hope that, perhaps, the fever may take a turn—that he may yet live. But, in hell, there is no hope. They have not even the hope of dying—the hope of being annihilated. They are for ever—for ever—for ever—lost! On every chain in hell, there is written “for ever.” In the fires, there blaze out the words, “for ever.” Up above their heads, they read “for ever.” Their eyes are galled, and their hearts are pained with the thought that it is “for ever.” Oh! if I could tell you to-night that hell would one day be burned out, and that those who were lost might be saved, there would be a jubilee in hell at the very thought of it. But it cannot be—it is “for ever” they are “cast into utter darkness.”   But I want to get over this as quickly as I can; for who can bear to talk thus to his fellow-creatures? What is it that the lost are doing? They are “weeping and gnashing their teeth.” Do you gnash you teeth now? You would not do it except you were in pain and agony. Well, in hell there is always gnashing of teeth. And do you know why? There is one gnashing his teeth at his companion, and mutters, “I was led into hell by you; you led me astray, you taught me to drink the first time.” And the other gnashes his teeth and says, “What if I did? You made me worse than I should have been in after times.” There is a child who looks at her mother, and says, “Mother, you trained me up to vice.” And the mother gnashes her teeth again at the child, and says, “I have no pity for you, for you excelled me in it, and led me into deeper sin.” Fathers gnash their teeth at their sons, and sons at their fathers. And, methinks, if there are any who will have to gnash their teeth more than others, it will be seducers, when they see those whom they have led from the paths of virtue, and hear them saying, “Ah! we are glad you are in hell with us, you deserve it, for you led us here.”   Have any of you, to-night, upon your consciences the fact that you have led others to the pit? O, may sovereign grace forgive you. “We have gone astray like lost sheep,” said David. Now a lost sheep never goes astray alone, if it is one of a flock. I lately read of a sheep that leaped over the parapet of a bridge, and was followed by every one of the flock. So, if one man goes astray, he leads others with him. Some of you will have to account for others’ sins when you get to hell, as well as your own. Oh, what “weeping and gnashing of teeth” there will be in that pit! Now shut the black book. Who wants to say any more about it? I have warned you solemnly. I have told you of the wrath to come. The evening darkens, and the sun is setting. Ah! and the evenings darken with some of you.

And now, ye youths and maidens, one word with you. Perhaps you think that religion is not for you. “Let us be happy,” say you: “let us be merry and joyous.”


How long, young man, how long?

“Till I am twenty-one.”

Are you sure that you will live till then?


Let me tell you one thing. If you do live till that time, if you have no heart for God now, you will have none then.


Men do not get better if left alone. It is with them as with the garden: if you let it alone, and permit weeds to grow, you will not expect to find it better in six months—but worse. Ah! men talk as if they could repent when they like. It is the work of God to give us repentance. Some even say, “I shall turn to God on such-and-such a day. Ah! if you felt aright, you would say, “I must run to God, and ask him to give me repentance now, lest I should die before I have found Jesus Christ, my Saviour.”