WHEN PEN TOUCHES PAPER

Writing for me, is like the air I breathe.
It's like printing my heart unto a page.
I never fully understood myself until the day my soul spoke to me on paper.
Poetry, prose, short story, anecdote, it matters not to me.
The words pour forth like a never ending fountain , my pen flies across the page in delight.
Dreams are born, grown, and fly here.
With my pen nothing is impossible, if I choose to I can give all my stories happy endings .
Fly to mars, and back in the blink of an eye, cross an ocean to unite two star crossed lovers.
Win a war and put the world at peace .
Here I stand, here I breathe, here I do what I was created to do- I love...with pen and paper .

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Jesus is Mighty to Save

The joy of the Lord is our strength...it is not contingent on outward circumstances, feelings, or what we can readily see. God is strong, He is mighty to save, and like the good Father that He is, He cares about every area of our lives. He desires that in all things we would prosper, even as our soul prospers. He is never far away from our cries, no matter how isolated we may sometimes feel, He is closer than our very breath. No matter what raging sea lies before you threatening to engulf your very life, remember that we serve a God who can still the waves. No matter what furnace you find yourself standing in, remember that we have a Lord who walks in the fire with us, and keeps us from being burned by the flames . Is anything too hard for God? Trust Him, at the appointed time He will move on your behalf. “In my distress I called upon the Lord; to my God I cried for help. From his temple he heard my voice, and my cry to him reached his ears.” ‭‭Psalms‬ ‭18:6‬ ‭ESV‬‬ http://bible.c

Blindsided

Sometimes the things you don’t see coming in life can blindside you the most: such as a family member being diagnosed with one of those scary words, that somewhere in the back of your mind you thought was reserved for TV medical dramas. I’ve learned that God is so much bigger than any fear that may try to creep into our heart. We’re human: flesh, and blood, God remembers our frame that we are dust...but He is eternal, our God who gives strength to the weak, and power to the powerless. I remember at what felt like my most hopeless moment, in a pit of disbelief at what was happening around me, and feeling so utterly alone, suddenly I could feel God’s Presence, palpably...it felt like I was surrounded totally, in His arms. The angst, and worry flew away, and I was completely at peace, and felt I could get through the rest of the day. Jesus is the Prince of Peace, and is available to give us this comfort if we will come to Him. We don’t have to have it all together. Perhaps in your momen

BEAUTIFUL EYES

These eyes of mine they see into the heart-right to the very core of you, Footsteps treading on promises untold and avoiding fragile dreams, When I sleep my soul grows wings and flies to faraway lands, Up up up she soars until she reaches a distant star, With eyes wide shut I smile because she takes me where you are,

The Heart's Song Is Never Silent

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