6 Differences Between The Right Guy & The Wrong Guy

Example #1 - 
Mr. Wrong is the one you make excuses for.  So he didn't stick to his plan, he told a white lie, he didn't follow through with his commitment, he got a little mad over something insignificant... Well you aren't perfect either, so give him a second chance.  Or three.  Or four.
How about no?

Mr. Right is the one you don't have to necessarily make plans with or write out a detailed schedule with because you just assume that you'll be together because honestly, there's no better place than in each other's presence.

Example #2 - 
Mr. Wrong makes you feel insecure about yourself.  You always have to look good for him.  He doesn't encourage you to be better.  He just expects it of you.

Mr. Right inspires you.  And you never have to wonder if he loves you, thinks you're beautiful, or what he likes about you because he is always honest and verbal and makes it a point to tell you.

Example #3 - 
Mr. Wrong demands your attention, will make you feel bad if you don't make time for him, and appeals to your caring, affectionate, womanly side when he wants you to pamper him.

Mr. Right understands that you have a life outside of him.  You have friends, you have a job, you have things you need to do, a family to visit, a busy schedule.  You do make time for him, but it's not necessary to be together 24/7.  If he does need your attention or time with you, he will let you know in a decent and mature way.

Example #4 - 
Mr. Wrong is an extremely physical guy who honestly, sometimes makes you wonder if he's only in it for what he can get from your body.  If you ever have the slightest inkling that this is true, you have every right to bail.

Mr. Right is someone who - whether touchy-feely or not - you know he loves you for more than your body.  Why?  Because he communicates it.  Through his actions and in his words.  BOTH of those need to be on the scale.  Actions speak louder than words.

Example #5 - 
Mr. Wrong is the complacent, everyone should love everyone, no real backbone sort of guy.  He doesn't stand firm on any beliefs.  His morals are in the grey area.  And he does whatever makes him happy.  Whatever 'feels' good.

Mr. Right has strong morals, a good work ethic, can defend what he believes - and will, at any given moment.  He believes in doing the right thing, even when it's not the easiest or most comfortable.  And he will always challenge and encourage you to do the same.

Example #6 - 
Mr. Wrong doesn't love Jesus or pursue to be a godly man.

Mr. Right does.


I Doubt You'll Ever Read This | a poem

So many things remind me of you
Driving down certain roads
Listening to certain songs
The feel of a super fuzzy blanket
Or the smell of cigarette smoke
I still race other cars on the highway
The way you taught me
Even though the speed limit lowers around that one curve
I can't use that certain emoji without smiling a little too
I bought a black bandana to match with you
I don't know if you even realized I posted that picture on Snapchat for you to see it
Speaking of Snapchat, we never took a picture together
I don't think I'll ever forgive myself for that
Whenever I come across something relating to zodiacs,
I always look at Scorpio
And I'll never forget that you helped me scratch off a couple things on my bucket list
Your hugs always felt warm
And I loved the way you grinned whenever we argued about who was taller
I swear I still am
Remember that wolf picture you sent me one time?
Or the bracelet you bought for me?
I still have it, of course
But the thread is coming apart and I'm afraid to wear it because it could come undone completely
I still have that note on my phone of your phrases
I don't think you ever read my blog
But it's nice to say all of this
Even if it's just for the sake of getting it out of my heart and brain
And onto a piece of paper
Oh and hey, just so you know,
Even though I never told you
I like the sound of your name.


I Hope You Fall In Love With Someone Who...

I have come across so many 'I hope you fall in love with someone who...' lists that only talk about the cute romantic (sometimes impossibly detailed) things one can do for their significant other.  But what about the nitty-gritty acts of love that aren't the most pleasant, but are the most needed?  Or the unexpectedly painful, yet necessary challenges?

Well here we go.


I hope you fall in love with someone who will challenge you to prove your point.

I hope you fall in love with someone who will make you question what you believe - not because they're right and you're wrong, but because iron sharpens iron.

I hope you fall in love with someone who will call you out on your selfishness, your pride, and your bitterness.

I hope you fall in love with someone who will tell you to 'Shut up' every time you say that you don't think you're beautiful.

I hope you fall in love with someone who will snuggle you even when you're contagiously sick with the flu.

I hope you fall in love with someone who burns the fancy dinner you two were making together because you got too distracted dancing around the kitchen and making out.

I hope you fall in love with someone who will argue with you, and it might turn into an ugly fight with yelling and crying, but even then, you'll still be able to look at each other in the end with eyes full of love and passion and forgiveness.


I didn't want this to end

   I walked to the room I was staying in to grab a hoodie. I had spent the night at a family friend's house after a bonfire they'd hosted the night before. And this September morning was kind of chilly.
    I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my hair needed some help. Letting my messy bun down, I shook my hair out and felt pleased with the messy waviness. A knock sounded on my door.
    "Come in."
    "Oh sorry."
    I looked to see who stood in the doorway. It was him.
    "Oh hi. What's up?"
    "I was supposed to come tell you that breakfast is ready."
    "Oh okay. Please tell your mom I'll be down soon."
    Just his presence made me feel flushed. I'd known this family for years but this son had just recently come back from deployment. He was like a totally different person. And apparently, I was really attracted to him.
    I raised an eyebrow at myself in the mirror. He was still standing in the doorway. I looked at him, expecting him to leave. Instead he leaned into the room a little more, hand on the doorknob.
    "Yes?" I asked.
    "Are you wearing any makeup?"
    Oh gosh, do I need it?  I thought.
    "Uh, no..." I answered quietly.
    "Damn. You're beautiful."
    I felt the flush really start to creep into my cheeks.
    I looked down and smiled. "Thank you."
    I didn't know what to do now.  Just stand there?  Walk past him out of the room?  Breakfast was ready, right?
    Instead I remembered why I had originally come to the room, and turned to grab a hoodie from my bed.
    He was still standing there.
    "Is there something else you needed to tell me?" I asked, facing the mirror again.  I was about to slide my hoodie over my head when I caught sight of a little white stain.  I turned my back slightly towards the mirror to get a better view of it.  It looked like a smudge of dried paint.
    Probably from painting the porch last week, I thought to myself, remembering that I had worn this shirt that day.
    "Uh, no," he finally answered. "What's wrong?"
    He must've seen my slight frown as I tried reaching the paint smudge on my back.
    "I can't reach that little stain," I said, my arm bent awkwardly behind me.
    "Here," he stepped fully into the room and walked towards me. "Where?"
    "Right there," I pointed, barely able to reach it.
    I felt his finger on my back and realized too late that it was near the area that I was extremely ticklish.
    "What is it?" he grinned slightly.
    "Your back just arched a little."
    "Oh, it's nothing.  My back is a little sensitive right there."
    I looked away, hoping to hide the excitement in my eyes at him being so close to me.
    "It's fine. Never mind." I gently pushed his arm away with my elbow and stepped back, quickly put my hoodie on and walked to the door.  He was right behind me, and closed it before I could get through.
    I turned. "What now?"
    "You really aren't wearing any makeup?"
    "I told you I wasn't. Oh wait! I put a touch of mascara on."
    "Nothing else? None of that powdery stuff to cover up blemishes?"
    I put both hands on my cheeks. "Oh gosh, no I didn't.  Gee thanks for making me all self-conscious now. Why? Do I need some?"
    He put his hands over my own on my face. "No, not at all. You're flawlessly beautiful."
    He leaned his forehead against mine and my breath caught in my throat.
    "Thank you..." I whispered.
    Oh gosh, he was attractive.    
    "You're welcome," his deep voiced whisper answered back.
    My lips parted, wanting to speak, but instead, his lips filled mine. The feeling of his warm touch sent a charge through me, all the way to my fingertips, still resting underneath his.  I gently pulled them away from my face and rested them on his chest instead.  He began to kiss me softly, but searchingly.  He seemed to have taken my move as a sign of approval, instead of my weak attempt to push him away. But screw that idea. 
    I didn't want this to end...


Everyday Blessings // 41

>> spontaneous roadtrips to the beach
>> running out onto the beach in a rainstorm
>> crashing at a friend's grandparents' house to dry our clothes
>> discovering new coffee shops with friends
>> getting another job (second job...as a barista;)
>> moving out
>> moving into a house built in 1904 and having fun roommates
>> lunch dates
>> working 9-hour shifts and all my favorite customers stopping by
>> starting to get involved with the local House Of Prayer
>> meeting a customer who has an amazing voice and figuring out a which song to cover-duet together
>> random SUPER sunny and warm days
>> new sunglasses
>> morning shifts at work
>> catch up with an old friend and her new baby
>> black cherry ice cream cones
>> revamping my music Instagram - check it out!! @raquelmusic_official
>> shopping at Ross
>> coffee dates
>> Jesus talk
>> crashing a random youth group's worship time
>> watching the Blazers win a game
>> editing baby photos
>> going to visit my family (it's so weird to say that now haha)
>> having enough money to pay bills
>> exciting news for the relaunch of a website (psst, you probably can guess which one I'm referring to;)


What have you all been up to?  How has February been for you so far?


They Were Coming For Us

They were coming for us.  They were closer than they had been the day before.
The warehouse was full of refugees from the entire state who had come to seek shelter and protection from the hoard of overtaking monsters.
Yes, monsters.  We had no other name for them.  Honestly, none of us had even seen one up close.  They're huge enough to see from a distance and the few we've seen, we've been able to take down pretty quickly.
But now, there was more than just a few.  And we would be squished like bugs in this warehouse if we stayed for much longer.
"Everyone to the parking lot! Grab a car if you can and drive to the west side of the city! If you can't, just start walking!"
The announcement from one of the leaders came over the loud speaker and chaos immediately ensued.  Family's were huddling their children together and gathering bags.  Others started grabbing whatever supplies they could find or wanted from the many warehouse shelves. I quickly ran through the aisles, helping whoever I could.  I knew my mom and brother were more than likely safely outside already so I just worried about myself and helping others.
As I helped an older woman fill up an abandoned shopping cart with goods, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.  A guy, about my age, was wearing a large grey sweater.  Too large for him.  It was bulky.  And he was walking a little funny.
"Hey," I called to him.
He turned to look at me and I saw a quick flash of fear in his eyes.  I knew immediately that something was up.  Not only because of that look, but also because who wears a thick sweater in a seventy degree warehouse?
I started slowly walking towards him, trying to appear as casual as possible.  All the while my thoughts were churning like crazy.
It has been known that the monsters capture a select few humans and brainwash them somehow, then send them back into civilization to carry out certain plans.  Plans that would help the enemy in overtaking us.  We had no idea how or why they did this.  As far as we knew, they weren't intelligent monsters.  And we had no way of knowing how they captured humans without harming them.  These brainwashed people we called Fixtures.
Suddenly a hand grabbed my arm. I turned. It was Will.
"Hey where are you going? The exit is that way."
Will was one of the leaders of the whole rescue mission.  He was taller than me, kind eyes, thick shoulders and arms.  We had basically grown up together.  He was like another brother to me.
My face was slightly turned away from the guy with the bulky sweater so I took a chance.
"Will, I think that guy is a Fixture."
Will took my cue of being calm and nonchalantly glanced over at the guy. He had barely moved, which was another clue.  The Fixtures seemed to be kind of like zombies.  They could think and communicate clearly. But they didn't move much.
Will nodded. "I think you're right. I'll take care of him. You get outside. I mean it."
"I need to help people!"
"Then help them but make your way towards the exit, you dufous."
"Okay, okay, I'm going."
He gave me a brotherly peck on the forehead then pushed me in the direction of the large door that led to the parking lot.
A flood of people were slowly making their way out too and I quickly got lost in the mass.
I looked back for a second to see if Will had apprehended the Fixture but couldn't find him in the crowd and dimly lit building.
Once outside, some refugees were trying to find any abandoned cars that still worked.  Mostly dads of large families.  I saw two vans leave the parking lot and a suburban.  They were all headed west.
To the right of the parking lot of care were the ones choosing to walk on foot.
I climbed onto a car and shielded my eyes from the late morning sun.  I couldn't see any of our leaders. There were four of them.  Will, Max, Charlie and Jed. None of them were out here.
A chill of panic ran down my spine.  They were all still inside.  There was no way these people could make it to the next shelter without at least one of the four leaders.
I jumped off the car and started back towards the exit.  It had cleared a lot, since most of the people were already outside.
An older man, standing to the right of the opening, grabbed me by the shoulders. "Don't go back in there, missy. They found a Fixture."
"I need to. My brother is still in there."
"Who's your brother?"
"One of the leaders? He's fine, miss. He told me not to let anyone back inside while they're figuring out how the monsters sent that Fixture back. And with what plan in mind."
The old mans intensity and crazed eyes made me think better about not going back inside. But I couldn't help but worry.
"Okay," I said, as I turned away.
I was determined not to leave with the rest of the refugees though.  There was no way that I was leaving Will behind.
As I headed towards the trail that the mass of people had begun, I caught sight of my brother, Noah, and his best friend.  I jogged over to them.
“Hey Noah,” I called.
“What’s up, sis?”
“Dude, don’t tell anyone cuz I don’t wanna cause a panic but…all of the leaders are still inside.”
He stopped and looked over his shoulder at the large building.  It seemed a lot smaller from up where we were.
“All four of them?” My brother’s best friend, Seth, asked.
I nodded.
“What’s up, guys?  Why aren’t you walking?  Or driving?  Should we steal a car?”  Seth’s brother, Shadrach, asked as he walked up just then.
“Trying to figure out what to do,” I said.
“About what?” he asked.
“She says that all four of the leaders are still in the warehouse.”
“We need to wait for them.  There’s no way this mass of people will know where to go once we reach the next town,” I said.
Noah shrugged.  “Dude, we’ll be fine.  And the leaders are fine too.  If they’re still in there, there has to be a reason.”
I debated whether or not to tell them about the Fixture I’d spotted.  I decided not to.
“Well it doesn’t matter.  Will is in there.  And I’m not leaving without him.”
Noah smirked at me and turned away.  “Whatever.  You can wait here for them.  I’ll let mom know so she won’t wonder where you are if you don’t join up with us by this evening.”
Seth and he walked away, laughing.  I felt my face start to tense up with anger.  How dare they.
“Hey, I’ll stick with you,” Shadrach said, placing a hand on my shoulder.  “What did you have in mind?  Like, where are we gonna wait for them, I mean.”
I looked around for a place to hideout.  The building was behind us, to the left was the parking lot, and to the right was the trail of people.  Straight ahead was nothing but hills.  The warehouse had been built on the outside of town specifically to be away from civilization.  It was in the middle of nowhere.
“The hills, I guess.” I pointed.
Shadrach nodded.  “Might as well see what’s over them, right?”
“Lets go.”
“Do you have a backpack or anything?”
I shook my head.
“Well, I have mine.  And I have some snacks in it, an extra hoodie, a few knives and three guns.”
He was definitely prepared.  “That should be fine,” I said.
He hefted it onto his shoulder and we started off.