Son Rise

I'm The sun rises after the storm

And lights each tip of grass

The blooming flowers touched with dew

Shine like beads of glass

The garden silent, still, waiting.

The whisper of the wind

Seems to speak of hope and life

Brighter then it's been.

Quietly a woman weeps

For a friend she's lost.

Illuminated by the morning sun

Toward the tomb she walks.

She approaches the memorial

But to her great despair

The tomb is wholly empty

But for linen laying there.

Somebody approaches, 

The woman asks him where

They have laid her Lord

Her friend who wasn't there.

The man looks toward the woman

With love and sympathy 

Quietly he whispers 

He says to her, "Mary."

Such power in a word

Such meaning in one name

"Master!" She replies

For it is He, the same.

She reaches out her hand

"Touch me not," he says,

"I have yet to go unto

My Father in Heaven."

Such radiance in a smile

Such love in just one glance.

The victory o'er the grave was won

Eternity advanced.

Mary, filled with newfound grace

Thanks him with her eyes.

She has witnessed joyfully 

The hope of the Son rise.

Goals to Leave Behind the Past and Grasp the Present

(So I thought would right down some of my goals to have a more meaningful life- of course it will take me a while to get there, but someday I hope I will :) )

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. I'm done with being selfish and angry. I'm fed up with fear and doubt and anxiety. 

I'm moving on. 

I'm leaving my fear at the feet of Jesus and picking up trust. I'm going to stop dwelling on yesterday and start living today.  I am more than my problems. God is more than my problems. Together, we'll smash the walls of restriction, and build a palace of peace. I'm leaving behind who I was and becoming who I really am.  Strong. Joyful. Determined. Faithful. Obedient. Compassionate. Wise. 

Because beating myself up only hurts me more, I'm going to stop letting shame chain me, and start letting grace free me. 

The worth of souls is great in the sight of God. I want the worth of each soul to be great in my eyes too. I want to take off the mask of misunderstanding and see people as they really are. Good, powerful spirits, with unique gifts and talents. I want to see differences as marks of beauty. I'm tired of caring about what other people think of me. I want to live the right way, and be free to be myself.

The world says it's not ok to look weird. The world says you shouldn't dare to be vulnerable, but I'm tired of hiding. I'm  sick of being cooped up in a little box of frigtened emotions. I'm ready to spread my wings and take flight with divinity. 

If I say somethings  stupid, who cares? If I embarrass myself, who cares? If I mess up, make a mistake, I'm not going to let that cripple me like I've done in the past. I'm moving on from the past, and looking forward to the future. Cherishing every learning opportunity. Being excited just about life. Not being afraid to dance, sing, and laugh. Loving with my whole heart, for it is worth it. I'm stepping out of sadness and jumping into joy. 

What a beautiful day to live! 

Soar

 

Sometimes all the dreams you wish, or all you hope to be
Seem like nothing but desire, a far off fantasy.
A wisp of smoke you long to catch, but slips right through your hands.
A distant shore of dazzling light beyond forever sand.

You long to be at that place, that you have deemed ideal.
But you wonder if that place is even something real.
Reaching, reaching, never there. Always wondering when.
Your fear seems like a chain that's binding from within.

The loneliness envelopes. Your judgement bringing clouds.
The rain seeps down, a dreary sound, no reasons to be proud.
What can you do when you can't? What can you see when you don't?
Where's the light when it seems there's none? What to do when you won't?

You can't do it by yourself again. To be alone once more,
Would mean to fall, to fail, to fear. There's got to be a door,
An escape, a refuge, a safer place. A place to just be you.
Could that land of dreams you long to have be true?

To trust is to be free, to have faith is to be true.
Impossible if on your own, but that's alright with you.
Suddenly you're reaching, for that distant shore.
Only to find, you don't need to anymore.

For as you let go of doubt and wanting all control,
And started living, choosing joy, choosing to be whole,
Someone had crossed the sand, had brought you to the shore
Had taught you to how live, had taught you how to soar.