A Picture Worth 250 Words

I had a school project to find a picture that "spoke" to me, or meant something "special." 

And my task was to describe the picture to someone as if they couldn't see it in 250 words. 

Well, I took something that was supposed to just be "colorfully detailed" 

and I kind of took it a step further and made a story. 

I found this picture on one of the groups I follow on Facebook. 

It's doesn't necessarily mean anything special to me... 

but I chose it because it was a beautiful picture and I knew I could create a story from it.


I’ve been thrown into this mess, and I’m lost and alone. I’m walking down this path in such a lonely, scary world. It’s such a dark, cold place. And looking through the fog, I see no end in sight. There are so many troubles and treacherous lies to be told. They’re reaching out to tear at my soul. Calling me out, wanting my all. They want my soul, they want my life. It’s so hard to see anything in sight. Even the path is so dark… so treacherous. There seems to be no end. The fog is calling to me, it longs for me to wonder into its mist, to get lost in its lies. Calling to me, enticing my soul. I’m so scared and alone, I’m so worried and lost. I’m all alone, and it all seems too hopeless to bear. There is no end, no way out, there is no escape. I’m stuck in this world. This world so cold. And may I repeat… I’m so alone. It may not be so terribly frightening if only I had someone to face these fears with me. But as I look around, there is no one. I scream, I cry, I call out for anyone. And I only get an answer of silence. For there is no one to fight this battle with me, there is no one to walk beside me. For all these fears, all these shadows, all these dark, cold paths and all these quiet lies that are reaching for my soul… they’re all in my head. I go round and round, trying to stumble upon a way out, but I find none. So I live in this Hell, day in and day out.

Demons

We say demons aren't real,

That ghosts don't exist.

We say that they're fake,

That no, none are real.

How foolish can we be?

How big the mistake?

For when we say they aren't real,

Oh how they (((QUAKE)))...

For demons are real,

And ghosts do exhist.

They're the dreams we can't shake,

The memories we can't erase.

It's that cold that lives deep in our souls,

The place so deep, where the sun never shines.

 

Oh these demons,

Oh these ghosts.

They strive to steal our souls.

They strive to keep us cold.

Love

"If I speak with human eloquence

and angelic ecstasy but don't love,

I'm nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate.

If I speak God's word with power,

revealing all of His mysteries,

and making everything plain as day,

and if I have faith to say to a mountain,

"Jump," and it jumps,

but I don't love, I'm nothing.

If I give all I own to the poor

or even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr,

but I don't love, I've gotten nowhere.

So, no matter what I say,

no matter what I believe,

no matter what I do,

I'm bankrupt without love."

 

All the things I always remember,

to show kindness,

to have patience,

to forgive and ask for forgiveness.

To be an example,

and watch others as examples...

But I always forget to love.

Without love we are bankrupt.

Without love we are dead.

Without love we are hopeless.

Love is what saved us in the beginning.

Love is what God shows us daily.

We must not forget to love others.

Love is the root of our life.

Love gives us the strength to be kind,

to have patience,

to forgive, and ask for forgiveness.
Love is our life.

Streets

   Oh those cold streets, once so beautiful and full of life; now only leading to pain and sorrow. Those streets were as though they were paths to Hell itself. Evil beckoned anyone who dare walk the path into this barren city.
   Oh the city, what a sight. A devastating sight indeed. Rugged streets filled with hatred and malice. Darkness hovered over the tops of each and every building. The clouds which lay lowly on this place put a heavy burden on any who walked these streets. Demons lurked at every corner and hid in every shadow. Waiting to devour their next victim. Any lost soul struggling through this life.

Any who would answer their call.

Friends Talking as Frieinds

John 15:15

No longer do I call you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you.

 

When we talk to God as a friend talks to a friend... it really does change your perspective on how God wants our relationship to live and grow to the fullest. Even though He never changes, when we talk to Him as a friend talks to a friend He seems to be more personable. He seems to be more on our level than way above anything we could ever understand. And the reality is... He is way above anything we could ever understand... but we are such an ignorant people that maybe through getting down on our level like a parent to a child, is the only way to reach us. Maybe He wants to watch us grow up in Him. And maybe one day... He'll be able to look back on our life with us and see every step He took with us.

Isn't it a lovely thought?

A Psalm of Peace

Psalms 23

A Psalm of David.

 

The Lord is my shepherd;

I shall not want.

He makes me lie down in green pastures.

He leads me beside still waters.

He restores my soul.

He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil, for you are with me;

your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;

you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,

and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

 

I know most people, (including me) have heard or even read this psalm before but I slowed down and read it with an open heart and mind this time. It is truly a psalm of peace. My favorite part in this whole passage is "for his name's sake." Everything we do is for "his" name's sake. And he'll always be there to help us through thick and thin. This psalm truly gives me the peace that only the father can give.

So Far Gone

"I know they say that the space between,

can make it stronger than we've ever seen.

They might be right but I disagree,

'cause I've never felt stronger than when you're with me.

Sometimes I wonder why you even care,

'cause even when I leave you're always there with me.

And like a candle makes a brighter place,

this mark you've made on me can't be erased.

I want to be so far gone in you.

So far nothing else will ever do.

I want to be so far gone in you.

I've stood alone had I fallen down,

your' hands were there to pick me off the ground.

Sometimes I cry 'cause I can't believe

your love is big enough to cover me

Sometimes I've wondered if you're even there,

but when I feel far away you'll meet me there.  

I want to be lost in you,

like a ship in the night.

I want to get lost in you,

underneath your sky."

 

 

 

I heard this song a while back and it made me ask the question,
"What would it look like to be lost in God, to be lost in Him?"
What would it look like in your life to be "lost" in God?