Monday, September 27, 2010
Change...
You said I changed. What Changed? My haircolor, yes that did change but so what. The fact that I wear make-up around the eyes that you thought were so beautiful. The fact that now my nails arent painted different coulors of the rainbow but now they are painted black. Yes, the way i look on the outside has changed. But my heart, my love for God, the fact that i open my shoulder for my friends and family to cry on. Who i am on the inside has not changed. Yes the person who i am on the outside has changed. But that doesnt matter, if you truely loved me for who i am on the inside the fact that i changed on the outside souldnt matter.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Some of my favourites quotes:
Age 4, Mom know everything. Age 8, Mom knows alot. Age 12, Mom really doesnt know everything. Age 14, Mom doesnt know a thing. Age 16, Mom who? Age 18, Later Mom. Age 25, Maybe mom knows something about this. Age 35, Lets ask mom before deciding. Age 45, What would mom think? Age 65, I wish i could ask mom.
-B.J.
Grass grows in life, not because it wants to, not because it needs to, but because it does. As I do, I follow the laws of life because I am in life, and life is in me. Here I shall stay till nature no longer calls for me to be here, not because i dont want to be here, or because I dont need to be here... because I am required to leave. And thats what life is. A constant blance.
-Banshee
Imagen a forest after a fire, empty and hurt, where it used to be full of life and beauty...
Fires may burn, destroy what once was, but they give a chance for a new beginning, a clean slate, freedom from pain of the past. The scar will always remain, the hurt will always be there, but with gentle hands and loving hearts, hope can be restored and dreams of a brighter future can surface.
-K.C.
Glass hearts are fragil things. You told me to trust you with mine. Darling your gentle hands held it from the start, there's no one I trusted more. Yet you let it fall and left it shatter. But its not to late to pick up the pices.
-K.C.
-B.J.
Grass grows in life, not because it wants to, not because it needs to, but because it does. As I do, I follow the laws of life because I am in life, and life is in me. Here I shall stay till nature no longer calls for me to be here, not because i dont want to be here, or because I dont need to be here... because I am required to leave. And thats what life is. A constant blance.
-Banshee
Imagen a forest after a fire, empty and hurt, where it used to be full of life and beauty...
Fires may burn, destroy what once was, but they give a chance for a new beginning, a clean slate, freedom from pain of the past. The scar will always remain, the hurt will always be there, but with gentle hands and loving hearts, hope can be restored and dreams of a brighter future can surface.
-K.C.
Glass hearts are fragil things. You told me to trust you with mine. Darling your gentle hands held it from the start, there's no one I trusted more. Yet you let it fall and left it shatter. But its not to late to pick up the pices.
-K.C.
In His Steps (WWJD)

This book was written by a minister who had trouble getting people to his night services so He wrote a story and then he would leave it a cliff hanger ending so more people would come the story came together into a book when all was all said and done it was a book with about 30 pages. When he was finished he had the biggest congeration ever at his church at night. the news paper would even publish the previous weeks chapter in the paper so people who missed church the sunday before would know what is going on.
Now In His Steps is a movie called WWJD.

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