May 11, 2011

A Heartbeat


I see you there with pain upon your eyes. You regret that day you took his life away. I know inside if you could rewind the clock, you would but now you are left to heal. I have a story to share, I know it may be hard to hear but bear through because he wanted you know. His story you’ve seen before. It starts like every other one with just a single heartbeat.

With every breath comes a tiny heart beat, with every heartbeat comes another day that child, he lays inside her womb, hoping one day she’ll love him. She makes her choices, walks through those doors to have this deed be done. The Doctor asks her if she’s sure and as she nods a single tear begins to fall. This horrid deed is done. His heart beat slowly dies. He gives up, as tears roll down and he craws back to his fathers arms. Cursing the day he began to hope that he would have a place where he belonged. But then he hears a song of hope that his father begins to sing. The words reach across his soul to heal the broken bit rejection holds.

“River rinses all your shame/Father offers you
His name/Father love prepares a home/Brother
Jesus leads you on/Follow to the place where you
Belong.” (Chris Rice)

The pain resides as he decides, this melody that warms his soul has brought him back to where he belongs. One day they’ll meet and when he sees her step through the gates he’ll run to her with arms wide spread ready to give her all the love his father gave to him.

I know you’re hurting, I can see the pain within your eyes, but don’t be sad. What’s done is done. You’re child would not want to see you this way, he want you to smile and to know he’s safe and waiting for that day when you return to see his bright and smiling face and remind you that all is forgiven.

My Prayer

I wish I could say I wrote this, but I didn't. It's how I feel inside.

My Prayer

Fresh page, new pen
Where do I begin
Words fail, tears come
I need someone
To take the thoughts I almost think
And carry them to God for me

Deep breath, exhale
Breathe in deeper still
Long sigh, I’m still numb
Is there anyone
Who can find the things I’m barely feeling
And give them wings beyond my ceiling?

Right heart, wrong place
It’s too far to outer space
Sorry, I forgot, You’re right here
I cup my hands around Your ear
I feel you smile, You feel my breath
You listen while I whisper non-sense

Simple exchange
Your will, I’m changed
And now my prayer ends
Thank You, Amen

May 8, 2011

AHHH!

Wow! What a week. I graduated from my very last show in cyt. I'm kind of sad to tell you the truth. I'm gonna miss it, but most of all I'll miss my friends in cyt a lot. :(

Sooo my last week of being a highschooler... yeah I'm stressed....really stressed. I don't know how I'm going to finish I feel like the end is soo near but soo far away and I'm freaking out. Ahhhh! Prayers would be nice and help! lol No honestly SARAH! I'm gonna need your help on my final for my paper cause I'm freaking out over my bio final. Ohh gosh i'm wearing myself out just thinking about it all. I think I should go to bed. I think I'm getting sick anyways....