Thursday, April 26, 2012

Write about someone who inspires you

Someone who inspires me.

My papa inspires me. He is one of the most generous and hard working people I have ever come to encounter. He is one of those people, that no matter who you are; if you need help, he will help you. My papa raised to be a strong and respectful lady. It breaks his heart that so many men these days don't have respect for themselves let alone women. I have never met someone so passionate about Jesus and his family. I have the utmost respect for him and he is one of my heroes. Shoutout to you papa, I love you and am so thankful you are in my life!

Monday, April 23, 2012

Broken

A car pulls up and a man gets out.
She doesn't want to leave..

Her mom squeezes her tight,
then lets her go.

She gets in the car and watches her mother's image fade into the distance.

He drops her off,
"Who are these people? These strangers?"
He doesn't love her, he doesn't want her.









Hours go by and he's no where to be found.
"Where is he? Why doesn't he love me?" she wonders.

Hungry she looks, but just like him they won't let her eat.
"Maybe I really am fat...maybe I shouldn't eat."

She aches, but she can't cry.
Crying is against the rules.

As the oldest she must stay strong.
She's not alone, she's not the only one hurting, longing to be loved.

She must take care of the others, they have no one else.

He finally comes.
She trys to tell him,
she trys to say that her heart is breaking,
he laughs.

He is controlling,
you don't complain, you don't disobey, you don't talk back.

The lies and the pain confuse her.
"Why doesn't he love me?"
She has no one when she is with him.

The damage he has done to her will never fade away,
although you can't see them the scars remain.

Only God is there,
she tries to have faith.

She prays alone and silent,
she musn't be caught.

She wants to give up, let him win, and take her own life.

She wonders if she has a purpose..
She cries out to God...
God whispers "you are my child, you are have a purpose bigger than this."

Nothing is ever wrong on the outside,
she hides behind her smile.

Although you can't see them,
the bruises, the cuts, and scars state the memories.

She hides it all inside,
and covers the pain.

She prays to God,
please give me one last day.

God grants her wish,
and gives her many days.

Although she is broken,
those bruises, cuts, and scars are more than just memories.
They are battle scars, reminders of what she has overcome.

While alone she is broken,
with Jesus she is strong.
He has taught her to take her weaknesses
and turn them into strengths,
to take her fears and conquer them,
to take her dreams,
and turn them into reality.

Just because you are broken,
doesn't mean you are done.
If you are broken,
it is opportunity to be healed.

She doesn't hide behind her smile anymore,
because now when she smiles, she smiles for real.
She smiles because she has something to live for.


I have been set free

The blood has been paid
and the chains have been broken,
I am finally free of
the power held over me.

In those final days that darkness reigned,
I prayed for someone to rescue me,
Jesus answered my prayer,
and took my place for me.

With scarred hands and a hole in His side,
He reached out His hand and said "You are free."

I took His hand only to feel His gentle embrace,
I fell to my knees, thankful for grace.
As I wept in His arms, He comforted me.

He spoke with compassion as He exclaimed, "My child, you are free."
Undeserved of His love and mercy, I am.
His one request was to make disciples of Him.

I tell you a story of love.
Of one who took my place,
so that I could live.

My battle was fought,
my Jesus paid the price for me.

Darkness has no hold over me,
for the blood of the Lamb set me free.




Where I'm From

Day 2, part 2: Write a poem about where you are from.

I'm from the sweet smell
of the strong, roaring ocean,
From squishing my toes into the sand
and riding those waves to shore,








From hot mashed potatoes and gravy,
bacon sizzling in the season pan,
pumpkin pie served in a nice cool breeze,

From "Because I said so that's why,"
to "Beggars can't be choosers"

From the old oak tree house,
where many battles were fought,
A box of books filled with faded faces,
and reminisced memories,

From that old rope swing,
where I'd fly like wonder woman through the wind,















That old dog ran as fast as a lightening bolt
when our door bell would ring,














From the know-it-alls to the hand-me-downs,
Saturday garage sales and seven eleven slurpees,

Riding on a briefcase in my grandpa's old red chevy,
I was on top of the world.

I'm from the sweet smell of the strong, roaring ocean,
watching the sun set over the water that never ends.


Write About Someone You Miss

Write about someone you miss.

Nate Skogen was one of my best friends. He died a couple of years ago in a motorcycle accident. He was the funniest person I ever knew and I loved him to pieces. Last year on the day he died the sun finally showed through the stormy mess that engulfed our city. I couldn't help but wonder if he was letting us know that he is having the time of his life and by giving us sunshine showing us a little glimpse of heaven. He was the kid that everyone loved in high school. I miss his silly jokes and hilarious facial expressions. Most of all I miss the crazy adventures that we would have, the spontaneity. Although he is gone, I have great memories forever in my heart. Nate you are not forgotten and you will always have a special place in my heart. I can't wait to see you again in heaven! I can only imagine the amazing things you will teach me when I get up there! Love and miss you.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

What's Your Favorite Color and Why?

I've decided to take on a writing challenge! I'm going to love this! I love having topics to write about! Day One: What is your favorite color and why?
Oh goodness! Anyone who knows me, knows I love bright green! It is so happy and vibrant! It brings out a bit of my craziness! This bright green is crazy and adventurous. I definitely have a side of me that loves having fun and doing crazy things! I love adventure, I believe you create the best stories from adventure. Green is my color, what's yours?