Apr 2010
In my drama class we had to right an, "I am/ I come" from poem/story.
We had to write 3 things on each of these categories: places, names, accomplishments, pet peeves, aspirations, fear, colors, foods, and religion. this poem/story is supposed to depict who you are, what your life is about. this is my story.*
I am the ridiculed, I come from eternal happiness.
He is my place, the safe harbor I run to often. That warm, soft place that invites me in, that which lives within myself.
He is my name, when people see me, I want them to see Him. He is the name I call onto when I'm scared or sad or even in my happiest moments.
He is my accomplishment, being loved by Him, and walking with Him is my greatest accomplishment, the only one I hold close to my heart.
He is my aspiration, all I aspire is to be like Him; be with Him.
He is my fear, I fear His mighty right hand and judgement. He is the fear that protects me from all of my other fears.
He is the gentle reminder to be patient with people, and forget my pet peeves.
He is my favorite color; the light to my life. I stand in awe of His brilliant colors.
He is my food, for He fills the emptiness in my soul, makes my heart whole again.
This is not my religion, this is my relationship with Christ. This is my walk of life, and I intend to walk it with pride.
I am the trees, shedding all my leaves. I come from the fall breeze enveloping me, the way His love does.
I am the lost and broken-hearted, my life cold and dark, which He has now lit on fire.
I am the ridiculed, I come from eternal happiness...
We had to write 3 things on each of these categories: places, names, accomplishments, pet peeves, aspirations, fear, colors, foods, and religion. this poem/story is supposed to depict who you are, what your life is about. this is my story.*
I am the ridiculed, I come from eternal happiness.
He is my place, the safe harbor I run to often. That warm, soft place that invites me in, that which lives within myself.
He is my name, when people see me, I want them to see Him. He is the name I call onto when I'm scared or sad or even in my happiest moments.
He is my accomplishment, being loved by Him, and walking with Him is my greatest accomplishment, the only one I hold close to my heart.
He is my aspiration, all I aspire is to be like Him; be with Him.
He is my fear, I fear His mighty right hand and judgement. He is the fear that protects me from all of my other fears.
He is the gentle reminder to be patient with people, and forget my pet peeves.
He is my favorite color; the light to my life. I stand in awe of His brilliant colors.
He is my food, for He fills the emptiness in my soul, makes my heart whole again.
This is not my religion, this is my relationship with Christ. This is my walk of life, and I intend to walk it with pride.
I am the trees, shedding all my leaves. I come from the fall breeze enveloping me, the way His love does.
I am the lost and broken-hearted, my life cold and dark, which He has now lit on fire.
I am the ridiculed, I come from eternal happiness...
I wrote this in 20 minutes in my drama class. My drama teacher put us in a circle of chairs, dimmed the lights, and there was a chandelier right in the middle. He made such an aura in the room, that we couldn't help to be serious about it. I volunteered to go first.
I read this from my heart, and at the end, when I explained what this was about, I choked up.
Sometimes, I still want to choke up when I read this. Because I've fallen out of step in my relationship with Him. I wish people knew how happy He made me, how different my life was with Him. I know all of this, and yet, I still go on with my ignorant ways these days.
What am I doing
I read this from my heart, and at the end, when I explained what this was about, I choked up.
Sometimes, I still want to choke up when I read this. Because I've fallen out of step in my relationship with Him. I wish people knew how happy He made me, how different my life was with Him. I know all of this, and yet, I still go on with my ignorant ways these days.
What am I doing
