I want to live in a house like this.
With a bedroom like this.
And a gorgeous sun room like this.
Run to Him
I want to tell you something that God just told me. Last night my dad was roping this calf. And this calf had been born from a really old cow, she didn't really have the greatest milk, *sniff*. She broke her back...and...this mornin I went out and put her down my self. I was talking to God and I was asking God why? She was special. And God said, "You know Logan, my Son was special, but He died for a purpose." Its kind of the same thing, that calf was close to me. And God's Son was close to Him. I just wanted to tell you guys that, that its so important. Just remember, when you lose a loved one or a pet, always remember that God gave His Son too, and He understands. He will always understand. He will always, just run to him.
-Logan, age 13
Soaring
I am as close to the heavens as I have ever been. It's gaze gleams upon the vast ocean of the sky.
The iridescent clouds act as its waves. They look as if someone formed each and everyone of them by hand. Meticulously.
I can see the horizon line. The clouds are swirling about the plane.
I wonder what would happen if I stepped outside, onto its wings. Would the vast sky embrace me? Perhaps the billowy clouds would take me under their wing.
A mystery lies outside this piece of metal.
Only God knows when I'll have the privilege of knowing it.
In the meantime, I think I will continue to gaze outside of the small window, and into the mysterious blue sky.
Pics from Weheartit.com, last pic and words by me!
Far Far Away
I want to live far far away, in a castle hidden by the moss and ethereal trees. I want a prince to bid farewell to, a good book to runaway in, and a best friend to share it with.
I Love You
"I love you." he whispered softly into my ear one night. The wisps of my hair brushed my cheek as he kissed my forehead.
I smiled in return, but it didn't come from the heart. It was a simple effort of the lines of my face turning upwards to create an expression to hide my true feelings. Feelings of doubt and despair.
"What's wrong?"My eyes shifted from his eyes to the ground.
"Nothing."
"Don't lie to me." he said firmly.I twisted my toe into the gravel.
Tears started to flow.
I tried to wipe them away quickly with the sleeve of my shirt, I did not want him to see. "Why are you leaving me?" I shouted. The anger in my eyes that I had concealed all this time was now visible. "Don't you care for me anymore?" I cried with my fists clenched, "Why! How could you do this to me?"
Within seconds my screaming became sobbing. I was blinded by the many tears that continued to flow. Several long minutes passed before he was able to speak again.Shame now pulsed through my veins.The mask that my smile had created slowly started to disappear.
He slowly wrapped his arms around me, and just as quietly as before he whispered, "I love you."
My body turned to stone.
"Why does that phrase frighten you so?"
My eyes burned from holding back the tears.
"Every time someone tells me they love me, they run away. They run away from me! Words could not express the way that makes one feel. I cannot bear another loss."
Tears were flowing freely now, but I could still see his eyes.
"Do you know a man that says 'your beautiful" when you roll out of bed? A man that truly cares about what is on your mind. Do you know a man that would die for you ? " he asked.
"No" I whispered. I could feel his eyes penetrate my soul.
"I would be all of those things for you and more. I love you."
The smile that I now displayed came from the
deepest depths of my heart.
I knew that I loved him back.
Written by Patience Randle (me!)
Pictures are from weheartit.com, I don't own them! ;)
I lie awake in misery....
I lie here, unconscious, with tears flowing down my cheeks.
I am unaware of how much they pain me as they roll off and stain my pinafore. Who ever knew that the absence of the heart could be so painful? So lonely? For my mind could not comprehend the hurt.
I'd rather be loved by him one day, then to never have been loved at all.
But this was not my destiny, He was not my betrothed. And so it ends just as it began, as an imaginary love story.
Short story written by yours truly!
All pictures are from weheartit.com , I do not own them.
*Sigh*
Think I've acquired the mid-winter blues. Actually " the blues" really isn't a fitting name for what I'm experiencing right now. It's a happy, sort of depressing, floating on cloud 9, down in the dumps sort of feeling. Word's have not yet been invented to express what I am trying to convey, so I thought I'd let the pictures I took friday do the talking.
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