Chasing a Storm

A gentle spirit rises within me, like a sweet song made of delicious harmony's and breath taking melodies. A passion grows rapidly yet gracefully. My thoughts are alive and my words have strength and meaning. I find courage and I find my voice. Hope keeps me awake at night and faith never lets me grow weary.
I search
I seek
I desire
I crave
To be more like my father, more like my mother and more like my savior.
I stumble, but I do not give up on this race. I take others by the hand and join with me on this adventure of life.
I am chasing a storm, I am fighting off death, I am a warrior and hold the strength of a thousand men.
I am a child, I am learning.
But I am a women. A women who is battered and bruised but smiles like there was never a war.
I am a bride, awaiting a greater place, dressed in white, prepared for whatever way My Savior will take me.

for you, I am your friend, your sister, I hold you accountable, I will never judge you.
I will forgive you 70x70 times and will forget whatever you have done.
I will take care of you while you are sick
I will hold your hand until you are ready to take your sword up again.

I am humbled by who you are, I am in love with who you are becoming.
I am thankful for your friendships, and for who you arel

I love you.

where did your joy go?

when did you stop noticing the warmth of a sun ray, peeking through your curtains early in the morning...
when did you start fighting with your friends, rather than laughing?
when did the day dream of escaping reality, become a reality?
when did trying to understand someone else's perspective seem pointless?
why does laying in bed with your curtains drawn, seem like a better option than having a coffee with your brother or sister?
where did your laugh go?
what made your smile fade?
when did you start to obsessive and worry about the colour of your hair? and talk about it constantly with your friends, when you should be thinking about more important things?
why did you start spending all your time, night and day, on the internet.. when there is a whole life to explore out there, just waiting?
why does your image matter so much to you? when you are so breath takingly beautiful already?
why does a "scene" matter so much?



Do you know how your friends are?
do you know how your brothers or sisters are feeling?
is your mind so closed off, that you haven't even noticed the fresh cuts along your cousins arms?
did you not notice the tear stains on your sisters cheeks? that she tried to hide, but were as clear as day?
do you not find joy anymore in the first days of summer?
do you not love? do you not feel love?

what made you stop asking for help?
I would love to know....
why do you think no one cares?
when I obviously do.



I can't help but love you...
You are the joy in my life...
so wake up.. please wake up...

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Loved ones will die. Family will move away. Friends will follow their dreams. Your world will get spun off its axis, thrusting you into a parallel universe where things that you can't change consume you, a world that is out of your control. The sun will rise. Time will go on. Yet you are oblivious to the fact that it is another day. You start to resent the fact that the sun rises. Its rays mock you, bringing no light to your dark suffering. You feel the sting of time as it passes you by and you don't even give it a second glace. You want time to pass. Time heals pain. Or so they say. Haunted by stolen dreams, you struggle to keep things alive that just cannot be. Change is non-negotiable, it is a condition of life.

Be expectant that the days ahead are littered with moments of unexplainable beauty. Love. Life. Laughter. As the seasons change, so too will this season pass. Celebrate new life amongst the ashes. Hold on to the hope of tomorrow, the things yet to come. The day will come when you will rejoice again in the rising of the sun. Old dreams will no longer consume your thoughts; you will put to rest the things that are irrevocable. You will dream again the life that was meant for you.