Hey God,

I would really like to know what my talents are, please. I mean, tangible talents, like some people are good at sports, or music, or art, or drama, or photography... what am I good at?


And the question that I'm scared to ask.... Do I have any talents?

Real

You know, God is so good. That He would care about me. That He would write a Book filled with promises for me. That He desires to be in a relationship with me. That He pursues me for that relationship. And when I am weak and start believing the lies that I'm worthless, or a failure, or whatever else. And when I am just down right scared. He doesn't yell at me and tell me to stop crying. Instead, He pulls me into His lap, whipes away my tears and gives me His abundant strength and hope. I think that is so amazing. But He doesn't stop there. Then He speaks into my life with incredible promises that no one else could keep, except Him. And then he places people in my life to encourage me and walk along with me in this terrifying journey.
But what gets me is His grace. When you sit down and really think about it, it's so unfathomable. It's so hard for our simple little minds to comprehend something so vast and something so good. Because no mater how many times I fall away from Him, and no mater how many times I settle into the scum of my sin, He is always waiting for me to come back to Him so He can shower me with His forgiveness, mercy and love.

This made me smile:

It's Like Butter

Confidence.


Why is it so hard to hold on to?

He Delights in You

Dear child,
please turn away.
Avert your eyes
and cover your ears.

Don’t be distracted by the
alternatives
and fabrications.
Don’t let the lies consume you.

Dear child,
please turn away.
Guard your heart
and protect your mind.

Don’t be enticed by
cheap heroes.
Their promises of
protection,
sacrifice,
and love
hold no value.

Dear child,
please remember the truth.
Jesus is your rescuer
and lover of your soul.

The most epic love story is between
you and Him.

Dear child,
please embrace this love story.
Come near to Him
and He will come near to you.

It's a case of L-O-V-E

I love:

-Laughing
-Talking with a good friend
-Not having homework
-When people laugh at my lame jokes
-Sleeping in
-Listening to a song that reminds me of a great time with friends
-My LFers
-Chocolate chip cookies
-Laughing at embarrassing things I've done

All this pretty much sums up my 'highs' in the past couple days. =)

Hey, Hey, Hey, GOOD BYE!

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I AM DONE.

FINISHED.

FIN.

WITH IB ENGLISH.

FOR THE REST OF

MY LIFE!!!

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Lets Keep It Hush-hush

I am very challenged when it comes to co-ordinating colors.

Next Time Won't You Sing With Me?

"I've got the joy (joy) joy (joy) joy JOY!
2-3-4! Down in my heart, down in my heart,
down in heart to stay, down in my heart to stay!
Uh huh! YEAH! Uh huh! WOOO!"
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SOS

I'm begging You,
I'm begging You,
I'm begging You,


to be my escape.

Not You But Me

In a world where "normal" is better
& black and white is safer,


I am the opposite.
Eccentric.
Quirky.
One-of-a-kind.
Colorful like a kaleidoscope.
Because that is me.
(not you but me)

I Am Not A Mutant (sadly)

I feel the need to say this:
I am not a mind reader.
As much as I'd like to be a mutant
with a cool power like that,
I'm not.
Sorry to disappoint.

Instead of assuming I know your thoughts,
or expecting me to know,
please just tell me.

If I've upset you,
frustrated you,
hurt you,
don't understand you,
or I just "don't get it",

Talk to me.
Then we can sort things out.

I don't think that I'm one of those
scary, intimidating people,
that would bite your head off.
So talk to me.
I promise not to sick my dragon on you. ;)

Bubble Wrap Required

I'm not like some girls
who give their hearts away
to the first cute boy they see.
I don't want mine fractured and bruised,
so I'm keeping my heart under lock and key.
And for protection against thieves,
I have it guarded by a dragon,
of the fire breathing variety.

But maybe if:

you prove your knights armor is metal
and not tin foil,

And if you show me you know
that love is more than a 4 letter word,

And if you swear on pain of death
not to break my heart,

And promise to bubble wrap it and
put it in a pretty little box,

And guard it WITH YOUR LIFE,

Then possibly--provided I'm in a good mood--
I might tell my dragon no to eat you.

Once you make it past the dragon,
the key is under the door mat.
Good luck,
my dragon is very fierce.

Ribbons and Tape

Everyone dances with their masks on here.
And each mask is a perfect fit;
shaped and formed just right.
While covering the truth underneath,
the mask deceives the outside eyes.
Ribbons and tape hold the lies in place,
tastefully hiding the dancer's faults.

They see her standing in the corner and
stride over to give her a mask.
She turns it over in her hands,
feeling the lifeless plastic.
How I wish she would throw it down and walk away.
Instead, she lifts it to her face and they fasten her new identity in place.
She searches for their acceptance,
but they look down on her with contempt.
My heart swells with sorrow as I watch them take her away.
They will flood her mind with lies,
because they like it better that way.