Mama told me there'd be days like this...

All I want to do is make everyone's hurting go away.

All I want is for my heavenly Father put his hands on my shoulders
and say, "Well done, my good and faithful servant".

you...

Why would you burn down all of the sturdiest bridges
that have held fast through tornados and thunder?
Why would you sacrifice those bridges
for the untrustworthy hazard
of a rope swing?

You're begging the forces of nature
to send you tumbling, down down
towards the rocky cliffs and unforgiving waters
in a bewildered panic.
and when you...if you, claw your way to the surface
this bridge will stand strong, forgiving, and trustworthy
to the end

Your flames do not work on me.

I don't know what to title this...

I am in such a bizarre, amazing, joyful mood right now.
Lately, many things have been getting me down
and these trivial disappointments have caused me to take a few steps
back from all the people that love me.
I've been quite anti-social these past few weeks.
I kind of gave up. I lost the the ability to care.
I just didn't want to talk to anyone.

But...I don't know.
Now, I just feel so hopeful.
Like, I have the entire world before me and I can't wait to just
gallop towards new experiences and people.
This can only mean one thing...Big Guy upstairs has finally ended my silly game of tag.
He just bellowed "GOTCHA!" in my eardrums and my entire body...
no, more like my entire BEING is quivering with excitement for HIS PLAN.
He wasn't even playing tag with me really...I was running away, but he was just sitting there, waiting for me to tire out and come home to His welcoming arms.


Dude, I don't even know what to do with all this joy.
I feel like running up and down my street a few times until I release all this pent up energy.



:D

this is it, this is it

if it weren't for the twirly-swirly-wizard-of-oz-storm
making its way around the canals and inner work-ings
of my brain...

maybe, perhaps, i would know how to begin...
introductions were never my thing.

so
why
is
it
that when you are so young, everything
begins to feel like armageddon
i have survived the end of the world
count-less times
if this is true
but it's not, it can't be...

left shoulder says grasp, claw, fake your way
even if it means you lose yourself
because somewhere deep inside your gut
you know you want it...

right shoulder SCREAMS AT THE TOP OF his/her lungs
be a constant, nothing lasts forever, only Him.
listen to mr. teo and miss cornelia.
please, they do know best.
even if they do connect ev-er-y-thing to a well thought out
fantasy world

so, may I take a quick li-ttle vote:
why do I continue listening to my stupid
left
shoulder?