Friday, June 25, 2010


Thank you.

To my best friend in the whole wide world.

Haha I just feel like saying that, I can't believe how much you love me.

Thank you for teaching me and just being there with me in life.

I don't know why you keep trying, it amazes me that you don't give up on me.

So just thank you soo, so much for always being there and keeping me safe and even when I run the other way and get as far from you as I can. you're there ready to take me back once again-it blows me away.

Don't let anything else get in the way, ok? Haa I know it's never your fault-but God, please just fight for me so hard, Lord Jacob wrestled with you to be blessed and Hannah begged you for a baby. I just ask that you keep me close to you, and teach me how to really, really pray.

I just want to be so in love with you here and doing what you want me to do, and then, I get to go home. Ahhh that day. Will be insane.

But you know what? Home is where ever you are, and I know you're always here with me, so I will be content-I mean, how could I not be?! The maker of this amazing universe is the same one who created me, who died for me and loves me more than anyone could ever dream of.

Do you even know how amazing that that's true?! Oh my word. :)

Haha I'm out of words.

The best I've got is-thank you and I love you :)

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

He loves you

Words don't come easily.

Thoughts scattered over a broken heart.

Hope is death. Freedom is gone.

Torn. Lost.

Pieces of you. In someone else's hands.

And no one sees your heart. No one looks you in the eyes.

It didn't start this way.

You thought you could hold on to that little girl you once were.

Thought you could go back, thought you could save yourself.

Now you can't look in the mirror.

Now you can't bear to see the torn up pieces of a person you've become.

The faces blur, the voices all become the same.

Eyes, hands, voices.

Not you, but what they can use you for. That is their call.

Making love was never more of a lie.

So far from love you're forgotten what it feels like, you're afraid you don't deserve it anymore.

But it's right there, it screams at you every minute of everyday.

Eyes. Hands. Voice.

That see you for who you are, see you for what you've done. See your heart broken, body torn up, but they see the little girl you once were.

Longing to take your hands in theirs. And to never let go. And a voice that will be silent, that will listen and then just say one thing, I love you.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Your heart may be torn, broken with too many memories of pain.

But he takes the broken pieces in his hands, he take the thoughts and the pain. And gives you his heart, gives you a new beginning. His blood pumping through your veins.

Sometimes it can't be fixed, can't be healed and you have to start over.

You still can.

I love you. I love you. I love you.