Ramblings

Something New

September 18, 2015October 15, 2015 Rebekah Eckard1 Comment

Tonight, I tried watercolor painting for the very first time. I’ve been wanting to try it for almost 2 months now, but it just seemed like such a daunting task. Starting something completely new is scary (at least for me) because I knew I wouldn’t be good at it. So, I put it off, afraid of my own imperfections.

But tonight, my mind needed rest, and my anxiety needed an outlet. I finally stopped caring about wether my “finished product” would be good enough. I just wanted to enjoy the process of creating. So, I went on Pinterest, found a tutorial for watercolor flowers are here I am- 30 minutes later- with my first watercolor painting, and a mind at ease after a long, hard week of life. Visual arts are where I am least competent as an artist, but that shouldn’t keep me from it. I can not be afraid of my imperfections. I can not be afraid of learning. And so, I hope this is the first of many watercolor paintings.

This isn’t about perfection, but about learning to see the beauty in my imperfections and my mistakes. This process of creating is teaching me to be okay with my shortcomings, so that I may delight that- in Christ- what I have to offer is enough.

*These are the late night ramblings off a sleep deprived crazy person. If none of this makes sense, ignore it completely.

Songs

Battlecry

September 8, 2015September 8, 2015 Rebekah Eckard1 Comment

This is an original song I wrote, with my bestie Lauren Wolfe accompanying me. We had a lot of fun recording this.And it was especially meaningful to have my best friend put a piano to it, and make it her own. Lauren Wolfe, I’m glad I know you.

http://https://youtu.be/ly7fYsHKfCc

Chords and Lyrics

Em C

With warriors wounded weapons dull

we bow as beggars before your throne

there’s no one left to fight for us

O King, will you rescue us

The enemy has come for war

against our armies, against you Lord

Will you come and save this day?

Em C

Will you come and be our strength?

chorus:

Em C

We will raise a battle cry

though valleys low and mountains high

it shall be heard by those who fear

All ye saints, draw near

your king will fight you this day

our enemy he’ll surely slay

Come stand before the camp and sing

Em C G D

All glory to the King.

verse 2

Em C

This battles’ waged for far too long

and all around our warriors fall

we have no strength or hope in sight

we will die before the night

But lo behold we see him there

Riding a horse white and fair

Our conquering king has won the fight

Em C

and he’s raising dead to life. (x2)

Bridge:

Rise up ye dead men, take your swords

to praise our King, the One true Lord.

Our strong defender-the Great I am-

He’s the Roaring Lion and the Spotless Lamb (x3)

Spoken Word

An Abandoned Coffee Mug

September 2, 2015September 2, 2015 Rebekah EckardLeave a comment

Empty Mug

Preface: This poem was written as an inside joke between a friend and I. I have not been broken up with, nor am I channeling any lingering emotions towards any men I’ve dated. This poem took less than 45 minutes to write, and I was giggling the entire time. With all that said, enjoy what I have sense dubbed “the most depressing thing I’ve ever written”

An Abandoned Coffee Mug for Ashley Boggs

You came in strutting with confidence
and immediately asked for me.
You told the people standing by that I was the best in town,
your favorite.
And so I gave myself to you.
I was yours and you were mine.
I could taste the sweetness of the moment,
just you and I in this coffee shop.
The lights dim with the morning dawn,
but sunlight gently knocked at the windows.
There we sat and drank in the beauty.
I was your drug,
awakening your senses to life-
the life we’d take on together.
You savored each bit you took from me
as you slowly sipped the life out of me.
But I delighted that you wanted me,
so I sat silently, just grateful for your time.
I grew colder as the morning passed.
and affection weaned from your eyes with each new sip.
I tried to make myself new again-
to warm myself with the sun.
But heat eluded me.
Almost empty, you looked at me,
swirling me around in your hand
deciding if I was worth your time
Was I worth the last few drops?
Your lips touched me and you snarled.
as you found me bitter and ice cold.
So you began to pack your bags.
When you stood up, my whole being rattled.
I thought I might just fall off and shatter on the floor.
I hoped I would.
I watched you leave, too lifeless to follow
too empty to run after you.
My aroma was gone, and I had nothing left to call you back.
Could you not have drained me dry?
at least then people would know that I once tasted sweet.
Instead you left me here at this table with an ounce of life left in me
as if to say that I didn’t live up to your hype.
as if to say that I wasn’t worth taking with you.
And so I remain here at this table and watch another couple walk up
“Do you think someone is sitting here? She asks him.
“No,” he replies, “they’re long gone.”
And to save me from my shame, he picks me up
and deposits me in the trash.