I came across this video again, I thought I'd share it.
Don't focus at the thought of someone getting a "letter from hell", that's fiction.
It isn't to scare anyone, just try and hear the message of the video.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Letter from Hell.
I came across this video again, I thought I'd share it.
Don't focus at the thought of someone getting a "letter from hell", that's fiction.
It isn't to scare anyone, just try and hear the message of the video.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Where are you love?
They say people never change, they say people always manage to stay the same.
Did nature forget to take you along with this curse?
Because you, you change like seasons,
you swear up and down that this time you're not leaving
but I know of your temporary home with me.
I know it like the faithfulness of the morning,
you come and go just like those seasons.
I watched the leaves of the trees bloom again,
my surroundings showed every sign of life.
I felt reborn along with the butterflies that danced around trying to get a deeper feel
of the air that smelled like fresh cut grass, so earthy, so new .
I watched the wind take the butterflies, leaving you in perfect sight.
There you were in all your handsome features,
"he's back" the bees taunted from a distance.
You start from the bottom, examining my painted red toe nails, and your dancing eyes make their way up tracing the curve of my body, and each curl in my hair. They swiftly take in every part of me, until they meet my own eyes.
I stand there speechless, words caught in the back of my throat, I'm not surprised at your reappearance. I'm baffled at the heart wrenching fact that old feelings look so good on you, and like such a tragedy on me.
You enjoy coming by just after the winter when I feel a taste of relief,
when I survived the snow without you.
When good love was holding tightly to my hand,
when good love was handing me green & red wrapped present,
and looking at me the way I look at you.
He was coming through he really was, he was turning my heart around with
fulfilling promises, and innocent, nervous kisses.
I let good love go when you stood there surrounded by nature, letting it compliment
your faded tan skin.
Ahh, but your stays are beginning to get shorter.
& Spring just waved you goodbye,
I go back to my place on the couch, and barley murmur through your
footsteps "stay".
Please love, save me the trouble, I'm weary from all the walks to the door,
I'm worn from the mental wages in my head to let you back in...
so please, do me the favor,
leave the door open as you walk out...
I always open it when you come again anyhow.
Save me the walk of trembling knees, full of weakness to open that door,
no use of hearing it close.
God knows how many times my rug will
feel the sole of your shoe,
and God knows how many times my chimes will ring
with the breeze you leave behind when you leave for the millionth time.
Tell me that you wont be back for the Summer time,
tell the ocean that you like making me feel like your gone for good.
So when the sun is kissing my skin, I'll wish it was you.
Why do you always just leave with out a word for me to trace when you'll return?
There's too much damage done to my insides when words stay hanging off the tip of your tongue.
Surely you'll be back in time to hear our footsteps crunch dead leaves, as we walk the trails behind my house.
I mean surely you'll be back when the leaves turn back to different shades of color,
when the cold air makes you shiver.
Or not.
Maybe, Fall you can handle.
Maybe this time you can't bear winter with out me, it's winds are far too fierce,
and that the gray skies made your heart feel damp, and lonely.
Maybe you'll need the colors of my quilt, and the heat of my skin to fall asleep.
Maybe you will be back again next Spring, because the sight of fresh flowers resting
on the side of my hair made you love me again.
Perhaps, your waiting for Summer, so we can nap in the hammock while the fireflies
light up enough that I can see your strong hands wrapped around my waist.
And when June rolls around, you'll sing "happy birthday" to the top of your lungs, wishing me many more, and you cross your heart that you'll be there for the next, for the rest.
It's fall now,
I'm not wearing my way-too-short blue jeans shorts, I'm wearing my favorite hoodie, my hair is falling down past my shoulders.
I'm on the look out through the almost bare trees to see signs of you.
nothing,
I see nothing,
where are you love?
Did the seasons finally stop manipulating you to their ways?
Have you managed to remain, to settle, did she show you the seasons in a way that I never could?
Where are you?
Did nature forget to take you along with this curse?
Because you, you change like seasons,
you swear up and down that this time you're not leaving
but I know of your temporary home with me.
I know it like the faithfulness of the morning,
you come and go just like those seasons.
I watched the leaves of the trees bloom again,
my surroundings showed every sign of life.
I felt reborn along with the butterflies that danced around trying to get a deeper feel
of the air that smelled like fresh cut grass, so earthy, so new .
I watched the wind take the butterflies, leaving you in perfect sight.
There you were in all your handsome features,
"he's back" the bees taunted from a distance.
You start from the bottom, examining my painted red toe nails, and your dancing eyes make their way up tracing the curve of my body, and each curl in my hair. They swiftly take in every part of me, until they meet my own eyes.
I stand there speechless, words caught in the back of my throat, I'm not surprised at your reappearance. I'm baffled at the heart wrenching fact that old feelings look so good on you, and like such a tragedy on me.
You enjoy coming by just after the winter when I feel a taste of relief,
when I survived the snow without you.
When good love was holding tightly to my hand,
when good love was handing me green & red wrapped present,
and looking at me the way I look at you.
He was coming through he really was, he was turning my heart around with
fulfilling promises, and innocent, nervous kisses.
I let good love go when you stood there surrounded by nature, letting it compliment
your faded tan skin.
Ahh, but your stays are beginning to get shorter.
& Spring just waved you goodbye,
I go back to my place on the couch, and barley murmur through your
footsteps "stay".
Please love, save me the trouble, I'm weary from all the walks to the door,
I'm worn from the mental wages in my head to let you back in...
so please, do me the favor,
leave the door open as you walk out...
I always open it when you come again anyhow.
Save me the walk of trembling knees, full of weakness to open that door,
no use of hearing it close.
God knows how many times my rug will
feel the sole of your shoe,
and God knows how many times my chimes will ring
with the breeze you leave behind when you leave for the millionth time.
Tell me that you wont be back for the Summer time,
tell the ocean that you like making me feel like your gone for good.
So when the sun is kissing my skin, I'll wish it was you.
Why do you always just leave with out a word for me to trace when you'll return?
There's too much damage done to my insides when words stay hanging off the tip of your tongue.
Surely you'll be back in time to hear our footsteps crunch dead leaves, as we walk the trails behind my house.
I mean surely you'll be back when the leaves turn back to different shades of color,
when the cold air makes you shiver.
Or not.
Maybe, Fall you can handle.
Maybe this time you can't bear winter with out me, it's winds are far too fierce,
and that the gray skies made your heart feel damp, and lonely.
Maybe you'll need the colors of my quilt, and the heat of my skin to fall asleep.
Maybe you will be back again next Spring, because the sight of fresh flowers resting
on the side of my hair made you love me again.
Perhaps, your waiting for Summer, so we can nap in the hammock while the fireflies
light up enough that I can see your strong hands wrapped around my waist.
And when June rolls around, you'll sing "happy birthday" to the top of your lungs, wishing me many more, and you cross your heart that you'll be there for the next, for the rest.
It's fall now,
I'm not wearing my way-too-short blue jeans shorts, I'm wearing my favorite hoodie, my hair is falling down past my shoulders.
I'm on the look out through the almost bare trees to see signs of you.
nothing,
I see nothing,
where are you love?
Did the seasons finally stop manipulating you to their ways?
Have you managed to remain, to settle, did she show you the seasons in a way that I never could?
Where are you?
Monday, October 22, 2012
He bought soap.
Her eyes turned a shade of yellow, I couldn't describe
"he bought soap" she softly said, how could 3 gently spoken words
pierce through my heart, and send shivers down my spine?
"He bought soap" she repeated in a tone slightly heavier,
the words still made me spin, and I couldn't fathom
what she was feeling deep beneath her skin.
"I'm angry, I just hold such resentment"
she's remembering bitterly now,
"I mean he bought soap, he couldn't of planned it."
Why couldn't I offer any words that would sooth her agony?
Just when I laid a hand on her bare shoulder, to begin my embrace, hoping
my warmth could take up for my lack of adhortation, she let tears
escape those now painfully molded eyes.
"He was my father, my own flesh and blood" she's sobbing, and
I can't make my way past squeezing her shoulder.
She never called him daddy, and now she never would, I was
beginning to be angry for her too.
"How disturbed could his brain have been, to be able to pull that trigger"
she's disgusted, and my hand is removed from her body shifting a way to the other side of the room.
The thought of brand new bottles of soap was eatting her mind, she was raging.
"He bought soap, and I'll never know why"....
http://embigss.blogspot.com/2012/10/he-bought-soap.html
"he bought soap" she softly said, how could 3 gently spoken words
pierce through my heart, and send shivers down my spine?
"He bought soap" she repeated in a tone slightly heavier,
the words still made me spin, and I couldn't fathom
what she was feeling deep beneath her skin.
"I'm angry, I just hold such resentment"
she's remembering bitterly now,
"I mean he bought soap, he couldn't of planned it."
Why couldn't I offer any words that would sooth her agony?
Just when I laid a hand on her bare shoulder, to begin my embrace, hoping
my warmth could take up for my lack of adhortation, she let tears
escape those now painfully molded eyes.
"He was my father, my own flesh and blood" she's sobbing, and
I can't make my way past squeezing her shoulder.
She never called him daddy, and now she never would, I was
beginning to be angry for her too.
"How disturbed could his brain have been, to be able to pull that trigger"
she's disgusted, and my hand is removed from her body shifting a way to the other side of the room.
The thought of brand new bottles of soap was eatting her mind, she was raging.
"He bought soap, and I'll never know why"....
http://embigss.blogspot.com/2012/10/he-bought-soap.html
Sunday, October 14, 2012
YOUNG LIFE.
In the beginning of my journey with Young Life my freshman year I didn't imagine myself going further than eating delicious pancakes at 6:30 a.m, feeling a little kick of excitement when we sang "light the fire", and laughing when this guy who's name I always confused with Rick or Will, was being funny and talking about Jesus, and wearing funny lookin sandals. I didn't know that sticking a fork in a apple and throwing it to each other could be so entertaining. I didn't know that you added lyrics to certain songs, if someone came up to me and said "what are the chances" I would have been confused. I didn't know putting a spoon in a guys plate meant you found him attractive, and I definitely didn't have any earthly idea as to what "work crew" was.
I didn't think I was called to go any further with YL than sitting in that room, and giving Will, or Eric, or Rick, or whatever his name was a high five when I left. In fact, when they handed out the flyer's for weekend camps, I wouldn't even look at them.
It's kind of nice looking back on that, I can imagine God shaking his head and smiling because he knew very well the plans he had for me through the ministry of Young Life, even though I was clearly clueless.
It's my Senior year now, and I got to go to Windy gap as a leader in training this weekend.
It was my 2nd year going to a weekend camp, and in 2 months I'm heading to
Pigeon Ford, TN to reunite with the people I spent a month with this summer at Sharp Top.
I own a pair of those funny lookin sandals now, and that guy whose name wouldn't ever stick in my brains name is Eric Leathers, the best young life leader and friend ever.
When I was sitting in club, I looked around and it no longer felt unreal like the first time I had experienced club. I had the same joy, the same excitement for it, but this time it was settled. I had worked behind the scenes, I knew the very carpet I was sitting on had been prayed for. It's all so real for me now, so warm, so reliable, it's home.
I was called to be a part of this ministry that I've grown to believe in so much.
I'll see Windy Gap in all it's wanders, and shooting stars during quiet times again along with sharp tops, and rockbridge, and hopefully many more. . .
God Bless YL.
I didn't think I was called to go any further with YL than sitting in that room, and giving Will, or Eric, or Rick, or whatever his name was a high five when I left. In fact, when they handed out the flyer's for weekend camps, I wouldn't even look at them.
It's kind of nice looking back on that, I can imagine God shaking his head and smiling because he knew very well the plans he had for me through the ministry of Young Life, even though I was clearly clueless.
It's my Senior year now, and I got to go to Windy gap as a leader in training this weekend.
It was my 2nd year going to a weekend camp, and in 2 months I'm heading to
Pigeon Ford, TN to reunite with the people I spent a month with this summer at Sharp Top.
I own a pair of those funny lookin sandals now, and that guy whose name wouldn't ever stick in my brains name is Eric Leathers, the best young life leader and friend ever.
When I was sitting in club, I looked around and it no longer felt unreal like the first time I had experienced club. I had the same joy, the same excitement for it, but this time it was settled. I had worked behind the scenes, I knew the very carpet I was sitting on had been prayed for. It's all so real for me now, so warm, so reliable, it's home.
I was called to be a part of this ministry that I've grown to believe in so much.
I'll see Windy Gap in all it's wanders, and shooting stars during quiet times again along with sharp tops, and rockbridge, and hopefully many more. . .
God Bless YL.
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