Don't forget

Why do children have a way of thinking that is so free? Because children never look at the bad in life there always look at the bright side. Don't forget that we were all once children at a small moment in time. Look at the bright side of life, bring this thought in to the new year.

Are you thankful for your life?

Ask yourself this question, am I thankful for everything in my life? I hope your answer is yes. Are you Happy? I hope your answer is yes. I'm happy and I'm thankful for what I have, it may not be the best but I'm happy none the less. There is no such thing as a pursuit to happiness, get to know God and you will find all the happiness you need and more.

My glory days and days of glory to come

My glory days are over, my summer days of teenage bliss with friends are over. While everyone is on to a bright future, I'm stuck in memories of days gone by. It's time for me to look to the future, no more of this sadness, it's time to make new memories with new people. Why settle for a state of sadness, when there is a world of happiness waiting for me.

A hopeless romantic

 A person that longs on to every spoken word, of a love one or lover. Hoping for that fair tale ending to the story book tale of life.

Are you listening?

When God speaks, do you listen? Do you listen to that small voice, that you always try to shake out of your head. I challenge you to listen to it next time, you'll be surprise what happens next.

Just another day for God

God sits on his throne his eyes closed listening to all our prayer. Everyday, every moment, every night before you go to bed. Listing, answering, waiting to hear from you again. It has been a while. You go on with your live, and do whatever it is that you try to do with out him. Things start to happen and you don't understand why, you try to make thing right; your still not pray, finely you stop, and kneel down and pray: 'God forgive me for my foolish thinking. Thinking that I can do it  all by myself, Lord I need you in my life always, help me not to forget that I have borrowed breath in my body. Amen. And just like that God goes to work and fixes what you have broken. Just another day for God.

Cortt Chavis - Help Me (Lyrics)

New Found Sprite

My labor day long weekend has been fill with emotions, laughter, love, and family. All the church services were all fill with such peace, love, and joy you just wanted to stay in that moment, you wanted it to last forever.Let me ask you a question, was there ever a time in your life where you thought that you got over a situation maybe a problem with friends or family? But something came up and made you remember how you felt in that moment. Well, that is what happen to me. I though that I was over all of those feeling a long time ago. I thought that I would never speak or think about it, something came to the four front of my mind and I thought that this weekend was going to be hell. I was sad, I was angry, why this now! I thought. So I when to church for the special servers we had this weekend and I didn't feel anything, I couldn't enjoy the preaching, I couldn't feel the present of God. But the last two services were powerful, God herd my cry I prayed hard I said God take this pain away for me, don't let me be bitter to them that hurt me, help me to love them like how you love them. Everything and I mean everything that I was feeling left me, I felt peace,I felt joy, I never felt that so strongly in ever fiber of my being before. I could laugh again with my friend, I felt love all around me, joy was in my hart. It was beautiful. Now its labor day Monday, what am I going to do now? I'm going to sit on my deck and just bask in the sunlight of this beautiful day and enjoy my new found peace and calm sprite that is around me.

So to everyone have an awesome labor day and God bless you all.

There eyes

Subtle glances from across the room in a hall full of unfamiliar faces, wondering eyes that follow you. Hush tones of floating conversation about world news and earthly things, all things that have no matter to me. But these continuation of glances and stairs do trouble me so, I made my way though the thicket of the crowd to, confront these gazers and glancer's. ' What I say are you looking at'? I said to a tall man. the man said, ' Nothing....just wondering how to say hello to you.' I stopped and studied the man and said ' Next time don't hesitate to speak to me, I'm not a painting to be staired at or glared upon, I am a human being like you'. The man smirked as you looked down and replied ' You should be in a painting, for you are more beautiful then the Mona Lisa she self. ' Thank you.' I said as I blushed, the man was charming and made the once boarding, frustrating night more enjoyable.

the beach

I love the beach. I love how the sun and sand works there magic on everyone that make a trip in to this tropical oasis. where you are ten thousand miles from you problems, where you feel truly free, of any worldly care.

beauty

Beauty is, is what beauty was and is what is to come.

A little girls hart

Bottle of Cristal and glass, shimming like fresh spring water down a creek. filled with glitter that aluminates, like stars in a night sky. This is what makes a little girls hart; waving her whimsical wand, filling the world with her unconditional love and charm.

Dreaming

As I lay in bed tired from daily activities, my back and legs widlyed with pain from caring me from here to there. my eyes grently close my mind still in a fog I breath deeply, and say my nightly prayers. I'm asleep. when I open my eyes all I can see is trees , lash green trees; that look like skyscrapers, all I can smell is freash air, freash spring are; that was like mother natures own personal chennal #5 to the world. I begin to walk though this whinmsical forest and came upon a small creek the water dancing over the small pebbles, shimmering like millions of tiny diamonds in a black night sky. I'm sitting. I look up to a clear blue sky that drops of sun light slips those the tall trees and hits my cheeks, the warmth is welcoming to me, leaves look like they are painted on to the canves of a sky, 'this it too good to be true.' I thought I closed my eyes once again, and open, it was morning, and so my day beings again.

person behide the eyes

Who is the person behide the eyes of the soul? Is it a vibrated spirit, that fills the world with life and color ? Or a broken spirit that has been batter and torn from lifes weight, stuggling for ever breath? So I ask you again who is the person behide the eyes of the soul.