Beauty

What is Beauty? Beauty is the crimson leaf that flutters to the ground after working so hard all year for the tree it so loves. Beauty is the fire fly glowing for a mate, searching for it's love. Beauty is the smile of a wee man child when he sees his mother first thing in the morning. Beauty is that last moment spent with the one you love before they travel the road before you to your maker. Beauty doesn't belong to fashion or styles or fads. True beauty belongs to life, to the little things that bring joy and a better tomorrow. Beauty is the sun rise on a new day that you know will bring all the hopes you ever wished because your willing to Hope.

Hurting and Healing

I'm Hurting today. I don't know what is the matter with me. It just seems like I can't feel good. I know I'm tired but that's no excuse for feeling like I don't care about life. I don't understand me. Why can't I stay happy. Why am I so depressed with my life. Why can't I keep up. It seems like the day starts and I have a big list of what I'm going to do and I get one thing done. So tomorrow my list will not only have what I needed to do today but all the things I needed to do all the other days. I'm also feeling anxiety. Over what I'm not sure but it's like the world is crushing down on me and telling me that it's going to destroy what I have worked so hard to create. One day I hope to reach out of all this darkness and obtain eternal light. Until then it's one foot in front of the other, day after day, week after week, year after year. Father in Heaven please send Jesus back soon. We can't go on like this for much longer.

I love flowers

I love flowers! They are so amazingly beautiful and pure. Sometimes I like to think of myself as a flower all peaceful in the sunshine, Swaying in the breeze,bringing joy to all who look on me. I hope somehow my life will be like a beautiful rose. Much expected, small and budding, blooming into glory, and sadly missed as I wilt and pass.

mountain madness

So here is my first blog for me.
I miss my mountains. Today as I was thinking about how much I really miss my mountains. I can't even tell you the ache I felt as I thought about them. I just want to roam through them looking at all the wonderful sights. There is no other place quite so beautiful. I think the reason it is so beautiful is because they are mine. Mine in my heart. Sure they are not as green as others and maybe they don't have the rich vegetation, but they are breath taking. I wish I could just drive into my mountains right now just to look at the moon or smell the fresh breeze. I remember the smell of the mountains in the morning. They especially smelled good in the fall. It's hard feeling so torn. I love the people here. Yet I love my mountains there. I love the humidity and green here, but I love the cool stillness and space there.
How can I feel so torn?

Welcome

Welcome to my blog. Yes that's right My blog. Where I get to post whatever I want to. Where I get to write whatever I want. My personal little playground. So proceed with care...if you dare.