Inspired by Life

So i have this closet in my room. Size: 40"X38" inches ...in other words: approximately dinky. And i've realized that it gets progressively harder to get into this closet of mine, especially since freshman year (i would like to say it's b/c i've accumulated more clothes since then, but that's not what i was referring to). But anyways...a couple years ago, my sister (who at the time shared this closet) moved out which left a good little chunk of extra space. Super excited, i cleaned, ridded, and organized my things remaining and hollowed out a little space on the floor which became a perfect crawl hole that i turned into my "prayer closet." You see, I live in a house with 10 other people and there's really not a lot of space where there aren't people. It's hard to "get alone with the Lord" sometimes. So i decided to make the closet my hidden sanctuary. There were many late nights and early mornings that my legs fell asleep curled...

People come and go in our lives...people we dearly love. There is a time for mourning but we have to move on. Our life here on earth is short - too short in fact to dwell on any one thing. But every once in a while a memory floats back into our mind...a tear totters on the edge of our eye lid and once again we find ourselves enraptured in a sweet memory of a moment past. Dear lady, this is for you: Endless, countless piles of treasures...my goodness, each day with you was a new adventure. So many moments of laughter that i love to go back on over and over again in my mind. Remember that time i fell into a pile of your things and created the epitome of a "the domino effect" and we laughed so hard that i couldn't get up? Or that time we came upon a nest of ants and before i knew it i was on my hands and knees killing them with a fly swatter as fast as you were with your bare hands? Somehow you got me to do things i would have NEVER done in my life, but somehow when i was wi...

Wet drops that dare not run the journey of a cheek Held back by an invisible wall - a false front. Fear of emotion on a face pierced by pain. Promised life that never cries - but SCREAMS for release. A hidden spirit rising - undaunted. The pains of birth pressing with no promise of a child. Haunting memory...endless, countless moments lost. To return - i cannot. To go on - i have no choice. Always a choice...always two paths before you. To "live" or merely "exist." Not for the brave heart or the faceless giant To repair the broken bough of the cedar Or redeem justice for speechless toungues, But to the owner of the blood streaked countenance. Sleepless nights...bruised knees...knuckles white. For the kiss of a traitor In exchange for my life. What passion - what driving love... Does it nothing less than wrap the very core of our soul And tease the thirst within us? Oh, that life was never stolen And love grew as the wild flowers In a world before the time of death....

Occasionally someone gets the opportunity to travel to a different city within their state, perhaps to another state, or maybe even over seas. Whatever the draw for travel inevidibly new experiences are had...opportunities are made to meet different people...and memories are made. Though i have not done extensive travel, i too have taken journeys. i have traveled to multiply states within the U.S. both big cities and small towns - into the ghetto, on the streets with the homeless, in the million dollar homes of the ritz, to the home farm in the country...i have traveled down into the heart of Mexico and even to Africa. Each time my eyes have been opened to new experiences, cultures, and lifestyles. i am always amazed to the simplicity of the gospel message...the same God that i know in America is the same God of the church in China, in Chile, in Uganda... i have a lot of college friends that go to a foreign country and come back with a huge "heart" and "passion...

The board was out And with the pieces sat up, I pleaded with my eyes For Grandpa to get up. I did not know If for checkers he cared, But he got up Out of his soft, comfy chair. So we sat at the table With the board in front of us And started to play Without any fuss. Well, the game got going And was looking good, For me to win Maybe I would. The corner of my lip Turned up in a curl As a sly little smirk Arose on my face. I moved my piece, Waiting to bait My first win ever I could hardly wait! He reached out his hand, Suspended in air... It stopped, then hesitated, I could'a pulled out my hair! How could he pause? He knew his fate. He was only stalling Prolonging my wait. The hours crept by (At least to me it seemed), Would he ever move? I wanted to scream! I studied and pondered The board with intent Looking for a move Perhaps I had missed. Then to my dismay It all became clear... A dream come true Of my very worst fear! In my rush to win With my puffed up chest, My eyes were blind...