The Heart of the Matter

(This is the boy's side of the story, inspired by Emily's "Washable Heart". Check it out at http://inlovewithalamb.blogspot.com/)

I tricked you into giving me your heart. You can say I borrowed it, but we both know I stole it. I whispered to you sweet words and promises, but over time they became lies. While you trusted me, those candy coated phrases morphed into toxin. I didn’t protect your fair, innocent heart, so the poison settled in and left its filthy marks. Later I looked at it, only to see that it was tarnished, grungy and gross. I tried to make it look a little newer, but the spots and stains where too deep to move. Defeated, I hastily put your heart in a small paper bag. I left it on your door step, rang the bell and ran away. I couldn’t endure the pain of watching you open the paper and peer inside.

I know I’m a coward, a loser and jerk. I just wish I could fix it and clean it up good. But since I can’t, I’ll give you mine because that is all I know to do. Please take my heart, though it is marred and discolored; this is my apology to you.

Don't Be Afraid

Now this little girl, who was barely seventeen, loved a little boy.
And that little boy asked her one day,
“Can we be together? Forever?”
But there was no excitement,
just fear in her eyes.
And she ran the other way,
to find a safe place to hide.
She came to a closet,
slipped in and sat down.
Here fears turned to tears,
as she prayed for a plan.

Then the door eased open,
and the little boy looked in.
“I’m scared,” she whispered up to him.
Kneeling in front of her with great love in his eyes,
He told her,

“Don’t be afraid, my darling.
I will walk by your side,
with your hand in mine.
I’ll be here for you, always, my lovely.
And there will be no rush,
just tender moments, memories, and love.

Don’t be scared, my darling.
We have a guide,
His name is Almighty.
And I’ll walk by your side,
with your hand in mine.
And you know, my dear,
I love you.”

With a smile on her sweet face,
she took his hand and whispered,
“Okay, let the journey begin."

A Christmas Moment

My favourite moment this Christmas was short, but sweet and I think I'll remember it for a long time.
My 9 year old cousin was opening the present we had gotten her. Inside the snowflake covered wraping paper was a hot pink Bible for girls. After she asked what it was and I told her, "It's a Bible, it's your very own Bible." Her little lips spread into a smile until it covered her face. Looking down at it, she repeated quietly, "This is my Bible." She was completely thrilled to the core. Watching her open it, I couldn't help but smile. It brings me so much joy to see that she is so excited to learn about God. I can just picture Him watching all this unfold with a great big I-love-you,-my-daughters smile.
This, this right here, is Christmas.

My Collection

I struggle under the weight of these trash bags.
The contents are almost too much to bear.
But I still drag them behind me.
Carefully.
Gently.
Painstakingly so.

If the bags spilled open,
the contents would lay exposed.
Insecurities.
Failures.
Short comings.
Problems.
I couldn't handle the pain
of collecting them again,
and placing them back in the bags.

They have almost become a part of me.
I hate to admit this aloud.
I keep searching for help; an answer,
but the unknown stays unfound.

I trudge by the gray buildings,
in an endless alley of despair,
nursing the hope I have left.

There. On the side of a building.
Faded and worn words:

“Come to Me,
all you who are weary and burdened,
and I will give you rest.”

The Start of Something Great

I have to admit, having a blog is quite exciting! I am a newb, though. So this should be interesting. Although, I can't imagine it being too hard. I'm just a little hesitant since not alot of people have really read my stuff. So, I'm asking you to bear with me until I get in the groove of blog writing. Also, it would be great to have some feedback, and constructive critisism.
I'm hoping to imporve my writing skills through this and plus, I think having a blog is just plain fun! =)