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If I Could Be With You: A Poem

If I could be with you nowI’d wrap my arms around you and hold you

I’d hold you close,

I’d hold you tight

I’d hold you until the pain faded,

I’d hold you until you no longer felt vulnerable,

Or embarrassed

Or humiliated

I would whisper to you that they are wrong

And that their words do not deserve space in your beautiful mind

Don’t let them break your beautiful heart

No, no

Please don’t let them in
If I could be with you now

I’d wrap my arms around you and hold you

I would hold you until you no longer hurt

Or burned

Or felt alone

My darling, you are not alone

You are not

I’m right here with you, and let me tell you something

I love you

I love you so much

I love you more than words can say

So let me hold you

Let me hold you until the pain goes away

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Friday’s WordPress Daily Prompt: Create

Earlier I posted yesterday’s Daily Prompt, and now I’m posting Friday’s. Better late than never, right? Friday’s daily prompt was Create, and I had to post about it because nothing makes me happier than creating something new.

One of the things most I love about creativity is that it can be taken in so many ways. Some people create breathtaking works of art, others are creative with their fashion, and then there are those who create through music. I’m most creative when I have a pen in my hand and a blank piece of paper in front of me.

I’ve always loved to write. That love first blossomed when I was in first grade, and my teacher would give us morning assignments to write stories. I loved them, and I soon figured out that with a pen in my hand, anything was possible.

I’ll never forget the first story I wrote. It was about a friendship between two horses. I still remember how excited I was that it was more than a page long, and I still remember that I wrote it in an Ariel notebook with an erasable pen. Even then I wound pieces of my own life into my writing: the horses were named after two of my friends. 

Now, eleven years later, much is still the same about the way I write. Writing still brings me a joy that nothing else does, and I’m still in love with the freedom I have when I’m sitting in front of a blank page. I love that when I write, I can do anything, I can be anything, and I can do anything. I can say what I wish I had the courage to say in person, or I can do something I’ve always dreamed of doing- I can walk, I can run, I can dance. When I write, my cerebral palsy isn’t an obstacle. With a pen in my hand, I can beat it. I can overcome the challenges I face every day; I can win the battle I fight with it. When I write, anything is possible.

My dream now is the same thing it was when I was six years old: become a published author. Though I still have a ways to go,  I’m a little closer now than I was then. Now, I’ve got an idea that I believe can actually be published, and it’s in the process of being written. And God has put people in my life that can help me accomplish that dream. I’m so grateful for their wisdom and help- because of them, in a better writer. Since then, I’ve actually been in a bestselling book- Tim Tebow shared my story in his latest book Shaken. He gave me a glimpse into the publishing process, and he showed me that if you trust God and work hard, no dream is impossible.
How do you like to be creative?

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Daily Prompt: Blossom

I know this is a day late, but I wanted to respond to yesterday’s daily prompt:

Blossoming is growing,

It’s coming alive

It’s opening your wings,

And learning to fly

It’s following your heart

And being unafraid to let yourself fall apart
Remember this:

It’s okay to hurt,

It’s okay to burn

Because walking through the storm of pain

Will make you become clean again

It will make you stronger,

It will give you wisdom

It will make you see the world with new eyes,

And I hope

You’ll realize how beautiful you are
Because, my love,

You are beautiful

You are special

You are important

You have the ability

To do whatever you wish to do

You never know just how our Lord will use you
Remember this:

You are beautiful

You are special

You are more than enough

And you, my dear,

You are loved

You are loved more than you know

By your friends,

Your family,

And the one who created this beautiful Earth

He loves you

He cares so much for you

He loves you,

And you are His

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via Daily Prompt: Blossom

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I Just Wrote This…

I just wrote this and wanted to share it with you. The prompt is in bold, and my writing is in italics. Please let me know what you think in the comments!!

“With that, she walked into the rain and didn’t look back. That was the last time anyone saw her.”
She put her favorite baseball cap on her head, threw her backpack over her shoulder, and, while no one was watching, slipped out into the downpour, allowing the rain to wash over her and wash her old life away.

She needed to leave. She’d known that for a long time. Her dreams were big, so much bigger than that little town and the only home she’d ever known. She hadn’t wanted to leave it, but she knew if she didn’t, she would be stuck there, staring out the window and daydreaming, for the rest of her life.

She couldn’t do that. She couldn’t bear to just sit and watch her life go by; she knew life was a gift that ought not to be wasted. She had to use it; she had to grab it by its fingertips and go wherever it wanted to take her. The unknown didn’t scare her; it never had. What scared her was the thought of looking back at the end of her life and wishing she’d done something different, wishing she’d done something more.

So that day, with lamps dimly lighting the room and rain pouring down around her, she went, taking nothing more than the essentials and a few prized possessions. Where she’d go, she didn’t know, but she figured she’d figure it out as she went. She hopped on the next train, rode for a few days, and got off in San Francisco, where her entire life changed.

She chopped her hair off and dyed it- if she was going to start over, she may as well start fresh. So it was with a brunette bob and painted nails that she applied for her first job, and got it. She was a waitress, and made little more than minimum wage, but, she thought, it was enough for now. With her first pay check, she rented an apartment- it was small, but it would do. A few months later, she applied for college, and then applied for student loans to get her through. For the next four years, she spent long days in the classroom, at the library, and at the restaurant, alternately studying and working. She got her degree in event management; she’d always enjoyed working with people and planning things. She began to work during the day and plan events at night, and once she finished her degree, she began taking on events more regularly, until she had enough that she could quit her job at the restaurant and still live comfortably. She was happy, she was free, she felt…. alive. And then, she fell in love.

That changed everything. Suddenly, her life was filled with a light and a joy it had been devoid of for the last four years. She became less fiercely independent and more willing to be open, and when he proposed to her, she knew she had to do what she’d promised herself she’d never do: go back home.

It was on the drive back home, with wind blowing through her hair and her fiancee’s hand in hers that she realized something else: while you needed to follow your dreams and make your life your own, you also needed family. You needed a support system; you needed people you could rely on and trust to be there for you, no matter what happened. It was when she knocked on her mother’s door, and tears filled her mom’s eyes as her mother reached out to embrace her, she finally felt complete.

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God is Stronger

God is stronger.

He is stronger than the fear that paralyzes you, so intense and real. Don’t look down, don’t be afraid. He’s with you. He’s got you.

He is stronger than your stress, the knots so tightly wound. Breathe in, breathe out. Everything will work out. Trust Him. He’s with you. He’s got you.

He is stronger than your pain, so crushing and heartbreaking. Lay it at His feet; give it to Him. He will use it for good; He cares about you and loves you more than you know. He’s with you. He’s got you.

He’s with you. He’s your light in the dark, your raft in the sea, your rock when your world has become a hurricane. He’s always with you, even when you can’t see Him and you think He’s abandoned you. He hasn’t. He’s there, holding you in the palm of His hand, carrying you through what you’re going through. He loves you more than you could ever know, and He will always be with you. Always.