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Thursday, December 26, 2013

The Parting of the "Veils"



Hello readers,

                I wanted to share my testimony with all of you today. The following story is completely true. ry wThank you.

                 
Signed,

Kayla


                A new life. That was what I received that night. A friend of mine invited me to her grandmother’s church to listen to special guest speakers. At the end of the service, everyone in the room was asked if they were truly saved. I had such a mental struggle, that I could not handle it anymore. Everyday, I wanted to drop dead because I was tortured by the way others saw me in a past forgotten by everyone by myself. Enough was enough. I renewed my faith that evening, and my friend was saved as well.            
                On the way home, I saw something spectacular. I saw a group of stars organized into the shape of a cross. It may have been the Southern Cross, but I am not certain if it was. The luminescent image was between to perfectly parted clouds, the “veils” that separated me from Him. The cloudy skies of suicide, and overall sin, prevented me from seeing Jesus. No longer was I separated from the One who loves me.
                I had hope that night. I am glad that I attended that service. This shows that God will not give up on me. After all, he did not leave me when I was hurt. He wanted me to be with Him forever, and the only way I could do that was through Jesus. Granted, the darkness of self-harm still lurks around me. It lurks around many people. However, I now know that I am not alone, and that Jesus’s Light shines forever.




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Saturday, August 24, 2013

A Woman Is a Flower

A woman is a flower. 
She is beautiful.
She smells sweet.
She needs God to grow.

Before she blossoms,
Before she sprouts,
She must be cared for as a seed:
A dull-colored, tough-shelled seed waiting to burst. 

She stands tall,
Even during a storm.
Her stem is resistant to the wind
And she benefits from the rain.

She is precious.
She will not expose her petals 
At anyone’s command,
But only when she is ready.

All women are flowers.
They come in many colors and sizes.
They make others smile.
They are wonderful creations of the Lord. 




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Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Jesus Who Can Save


Delinquent
Drunk
We can’t behave.
Mind of the knave.

Dirty
Reject
Innocence up gave.
We are depraved.

Broken
Restless
Love we crave.
The devil’s slave.

Sinful,
Fearful,
And in danger of Hell’s grave,
But it is Jesus who can save. 




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Thursday, July 4, 2013

America

Dear Readers,


        Happy Independence Day! For all of the service men and women, thank you for protecting our country. We greatly value the sacrifices you make for us.

Signed,

Kayla




Ancestors, soldiers, and leaders are always remembered
Melting pot
Emerald-colored trees, gorgeous rivers, and massive mountains
Red, white, and blue flag
Independent since 1776
Communities helping other communities
America is a wonderful country.



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Sunday, June 23, 2013

Poetry



This poem was inspired by “I dwell in Possibility” by Emily Dickinson. Thank you!


Poetry…what is poetry?
Is it a group of lines and stanzas
That are aligned across paper
In a melodious fashion?

Does its message outshine its format;
Therefore is “free” from its “verse”?
From ballads to haikus, all forms of poetry have one main goal:
To send a message.

These messages are transformed
From prose, then broken into lines and stanzas.
Odes, sonnets, and other “cultures”
Make up the world of poetry.
                                                                                       
What makes a poem beautiful?
What makes a poem meaningful?
Poetry can evoke feelings and change thinking.
No single definition can define such writing.



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