When I miss you, I can hear my heart breaking and the sound of my soul being crushed under the weight of too much hope. The hope that I will see you again, the way I once did. The hope that you will feel the same way. The hope that there will be home in your arms and love in your heart for me. The hope that that day will not be far away.

I thank you God, for creating me female, for showing me that Strength doesn't always come from muscle.
I thank you God, for creating me a preacher's daughter, aware From my earliest days about what you have done for me.
I thank you God, for creating my red hair, making me unique Among my friends and peers.
I thank you God, for giving me great friends growing up, allowing Me to see the beauty of friendship from a young age.
I thank you God, for my smarts and intelligence that help me Excel in school, and my ability to help others who are struggling.
I thank you God, for my ability to make new friends easily, and Talk well with kids and adults alike.
I thank you God, for giving me my writing, soccer, and Photography talents, which I can use to praise Your holy name.
I thank you God, for giving me my way with children, and Allowing me love them and help them see you.
I thank you God, for those minutes of solace you give me in the Middle of the night, when I can't sleep and I don't know why.
I thank you God, for allowing me to love; my boyfriend, my Family and friends, animals, the majestic world you have created.
Thank you for the reassurance of your forgiveness, and all the Little things you do for me that I don't even recognize.
This list could go on and on, but you know my heart.
Thank you, God.

let us find purpose
in the bottom of coffee mugs,
in the feeling after a hug,
in the slow dance of lightning bugs.
we’ll find peace
in the midst of most sunny days,
in the right path inside a maze,
in the gleam of a lover’s gaze.

don’t despair when a lonely night,
full of questions left in the dark
makes you question if there’ll be light.
cause the sun we’ll forever rise,
doesn’t matter what ***** lies,
your reflection will tell your eyes.

Life is funny and amazing and scary and confusing.
Sometimes I love it and most times I hate it.

In life love comes unnoticed, it creeps in and before you know it you are under its spell.
Why is it that the forbidden fruit tastes so sweet.?
Even after Eve we still feast on what we shouldn’t.
Consequences be ****** we all say.
Driven by lust still.
Life is forever bittersweet is it not?
I envy those who walk perfectly in the light.
I feel sorry for them too..

It could be that they understand better than I
do the rewards of the straight and narrow. While I wrestle with the devils, fueling my own demise.
Still it is intriguing..
The forbidden fruit.

Diametrically opposed
We push and pull
Yes
Like a set of magnets
We are drawn and arranged
In such a way
As to offset normally balanced poles
Into an array of dizzying fractals
Playing off one another
In a symphonic harmony
That vibrates
With a disphonic ferrousity
Until we are drawn closer
And dance in the force of our love
Our attraction unlimited