I don’t understand. How much does physical age really matter in a relationship if both people are over the age of 18? Shouldn’t we then look at the maturity age instead? Does a 18 year old know less how to love than a 21 year old, of course not. So a 18 year old should marry a 18-21 year old, because they are close in age, but what if the 18 year old is more mature than the 21 year old? What then? Does one lower themselves just so they can be with someone there own age? Or does one look for someone older and on the same maturity level as themselves? So the question in fact is: Does love know age?
I CAN’T HOLD ON. January 16, 2010
What do you do when you someone close to you is hurting?
What happens when you can’t stop it?
What do you do when you realize that’s it’s eating at you?
What do you do when you realize that your hurting and there’s no one close enough to tell?
What do you when you realize that it’s there even at the happy moments?
What do you do when you think someone’s pain is worse and therefor ignore your own?
What happens when both pains hit you at once?
Do you just give up?
Give it to God.
Those words are some of the hardest, most painful words I know.
I don’t want to give them to You.
I want to take care of it myself.
Even though I know I can’t do this alone.
So I give it to You
But what now?
What about the pain?
It’s still there.
You don’t answer when I talk to You.
I need help.
I can’t do this on my own anymore.
God make it stop.
If I could go back in time and have the chance to live again I wonder what I would change? January 14, 2010
Would I change so that I looked better? Would I change the way I treated people? Would I change the fact that I, myself, changed my complete personality just so that people thought that I was cool? And if so, what would it be like now? Would I still have the friends I have now? Or would I be apart of something completely different? Would I have had… See More more friends? Would I have cried less tears? What would it have been like if I hadn’t torn myself up emotionally? Would I still have fallen so in love with God? Would I actually be reading God’s word or would I still be saying, oh I don’t really need that? If I hadn’t gone through all the pain and loneliness that got me here, would I still care so much for the painful and lonely? If God hadn’t let me go through all that I have been through, self inflicted our not, would I still be the person that my friends and family say they love? Thinking on it all, would I have really changed anything at all?
Do we like being cowards in love? January 13, 2010
We say we ‘like’ someone, and yet we don’t ‘like’ them enough to go after them. So is it that this ‘like’ only goes as far as our comfort zone? And if that’s the case, then do you think-if by some strange chance you get together-that this ‘like’ is going to last the uncomfortable situations that comes with being in a relationship? This ‘Like’ that wasn’t willing to leave it’s comfort zone in the first place? Of course not. So before you say you ‘like’ someone, make sure you like them enough to go and get them.
SEPTEMBER 1, 1939 January 4, 2010
Sweet bliss.
What a heavenly gift.
Love that lasts.
We were happy.
Never apart.
But it’s as those people say.
“What goes up must come down.”
Just as this law affects the world.
So does it also affect our love.
It was a night as any other.
Cuddled by the warm fire.
Happy just to be in each other’s arms.
We had just drifted off to sleep.
Then in an instant everything crumbled.
They burst through the door.
Tearing us apart.
We reached for each other.
Trying to grasp the other.
But they were too strong.
They threw me to the ground.
They drug you outside.
I could hear you screaming.
You screamed for them not to hurt me.
I could hear you beg them to let me go.
I don’t know what that man said to you.
But I heard the end.
Then everything became silent.
I had stopped my struggling.
I could feel the tight fingers holding my wrists.
The men walked in and looked into my eyes.
Then I knew it was over.
I knew this was the end.
He spoke.
But I didn’t hear the words.
Tears spilt over falling on the floor.
I was screaming, yelling.
But my lips never moved.
My arms were suddenly released.
I didn’t even try to catch myself as I fell.
Nor did I feel my body hit the floor.
I heard their footsteps as they left.
I don’t know how long I laid there.
All I knew was that you were gone.
And I was left here.
INVISABLE January 4, 2010
A stirring emotion.
The light humming of the heart.
A slight flush across the cheeks.
Everyone else in the room disappears.
Watching you as you walk down to your seat.
You don’t look back at me.
You look forward listening as you should.
I don’t cross your mind.
As we leave you politely say hello.
But that’s the end.
Not a thought of me will cross your mind again.
Not until the next time our paths cross.
But I will think of you often.
Until I see you again.
But when I do.
Emotions will stir.
Heart will hum.
Cheeks will flush.
And you won’t see me.
A LETTER TO THE LOST January 4, 2010
Wishing you were here.
I feel so incomplete without you.
I wish you could be here.
My life hasn’t been the same since you left.
I’m praying you come back soon.
Our son speaks of you often.
He’s so proud of you.
Our daughter is just starting to talk.
She’s been asking about you.
How much longer must you be away?
You’ve been gone so long that no one believes you to be alive.
Darling I refuse to relent.
I know you’re alive.
I know you’re coming back.
Some say you abandoned us.
Others say you are dead.
Oh love, please come home soon.
Your children need you.
I need you.
Come home to us soon.
A LOVE STORY HAS BEGUN December 19, 2009
A love story has begun.
A love story is on its way.
As though life itself has stopped,
This love is just beginning.
This love is stronger than any force.
Not even death can tear it in apart.
What was once a wish that was never to be realized
Is now a dream that is hoped to never stop.
With open hands and opened hearts we enter into this love,
Praying for the future and the troubles and blessings it will bring.
Hand in hand,
And heart as one we stand before the One who loved us first,
Promising to love and cherish,
And love no one more than the other except the one that gave us each other.
“No Disc” October 19, 2009
It’s like a CD player flashing “No Disc.” Without that disc the CD player is useless. No matter how many times you put that lid down it continues to say “No Disc” and not work. And it’s the same with Christians. No matter how many time we try to work without God we can’t.
Can a Christian really live right without God? Of course not. It’s what we were made for. Just like that CD player was made to play CDs; we were made to live for God. A CD can be played by many other things such as a computer or a gaming system, but a CD player can only play CDs. In the same way God works with many other things and does not have to use us Christians. But unlike God we can’t survive without him, so in turn just like that CD player becomes obsolete, we too, without God, become obsolete.
Story. October 19, 2008
This is basically a short story I wrote, I guess.
I ran, but I couldn’t keep up. You were just walking, but I still fell behind. You stopped to look back at me. You stretched your hand out. My heart was pounding in my chest. I reached both hands out to grab yours, but I just couldn’t reach. I slipped, falling straight to the ground
Why couldn’t I reach you? Why were you so far away?
My tears streamed down my face. While they fell to the ground, a lite cool touch wiped my tears. I jerked my face to yours in front of mine. You spoke to me as you always had. “Didn’t I tell you I would always be here?”
I clasped your hands off my face and into mine. “But you were so far away. I was running and I couldn’t get to you.”
You smiled that smile I had longed to see. “I’m right here. I always will be.” You took me into your strong arms, turned my face to yours and lightly kissed my forehead. “I love you.” you whispered.
Burying my head into your chest I whispered back, “I love you too.”
