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As everyone left, she remained standing over the coffin of her father. Fear came in and overhwlemed her.
Ben was the type of friend who was always there even if you didn't want him to be. He was always there for Alaine, especially when her father was home. Her father was abusive, but claimed to love his family very much. He was also there when her father killed himself. He was always there no matter what else he was supposed to be doing. Ben was more than a friend to her, or at least she wanted him to be. She tried to avoid him but he ran up to her. He stood in front of her and with sadness in his voice he said, "Alaine I am so sorry."
"Try me." he said.
"Ben, you knew my father. No crying allowed, no matter what the pain. I can't cry. It only shows how weak I am." She felt the tears coming on, but held them back. Ben saw the tears begin to rise in her eyes and before she had a chance to wipe them away he grabbed her and held her. She let go of her tears and they began to fall. She wept with great sadness and relief. She finally stopped. Alaine, looking at his shoulder said, "Oh Ben, I got your jacket all wet." He lifted her face up to his and said, "That's fine. Crying doesn't show how weak you are, it shows that you are strong enough to know it's okay to cry." She wrapped her arms around him again and did not let go. "Thank you Ben." She whispered. "I love you." He felt relief come over him. "I love you too Alaine."
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This is why I live http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I5JzZBxa8gc |
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The wind blows across my face and whispers your name. The clouds are you love songs, the sun is your kiss. The butterflies that land on my toes are your love notes to me. So here I lay on your love songs and read your love notes as I listen to your whispered name; loving the kisses of the Son. -JoJo My Rainy Day story...
She watched out the window for her love to return... no sight of him. Pacing the floor and looking at the clock was all she had done for the past 3 hours. "Where is he? He said he'd be home before supper." she thought. She began to pray, hoping that would calm her down. It did. She prayed until her love burst through the door. She ran to him and wrapped her arms around him and did not let go. "Do you know how worried I was?" she said as she released him. Seeing the love and the anger in her eyes, he said, "Yes my dear, I knew you would be worried. But I went and got this back for you." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out her locket with rubies on it. Her eyes widened with wonder as a tear rolled down her cheek. "What? Where? How?" she asked. "I'll explain that later. I just wanted you to be happy again. I knew how much it meant to you and I wanted to erase the bad memories of that terrible day." She looked at him with such love in her eyes. The locket did help her forget the awful day when the storm came. It cleared her head of the bad and brought back sweet memories of lemonade on a hot day and wildflowers handpicked by her lover.
Just a short story I wrote just now.
Hope you enjoyed. My eyes are opened and alert. I am a watchman and I am a warrior.I overcome every obstacle because he overcame the Ultimate Death.
I saw my beloved. He said to me, "Run, baby run." And I ran.Feeling like a child, I ran after him with reckless abandon.
Daydreaming on your chest; hear your heartbeat; sparks a dream. Our dreams collide and yours overtake mine. What's on your heart, and in your soul, takes control of my thoughts. She is just like me, but no one sees her yet. They don't think she's like me. They say she's "nothing". But I know that if I am someone she is someone. Listen... Undecided and Undiscovered. In that moment I realized that I needed to change something with my father. I need him in my life. More than in my life; I need his teaching and guidance. Daddy I need you more than ever. [My Fave] In the eyes of stillness, we see that we are a desperate people, needing some constant reminder of who we are. Wanting to be needed, needed for love, loved for nothing, nothing for some. Be like a child again, catch the rainbow These are the eyes of a seeker... fervently, passionately searching for incandescent happiness... I will search all through the night for that awakened love. But as I search, my senses become enlightened and You, my Beloved, have awakened my love. He came to my rescue and told the demons to flee. So much power came from him that he didn;t have to say a word... I was praying the other night and the Lord said to me, "Jordan you may stumble and fall but I hold yoru hand. I will never let you fall all the way down. You fall further if you let go of me. I will never let go of you. You may let me go, but I am holding onto you. I will keep pleading for you to return to me." Then he gave me an example. He said, "Jordan just as you hold gabby's hand when she is walking, and she falls and your tighten your grip, I do the same with you. Does Gabby fall all the way down? No, I am the same way. Just don't ever let go." He will never let you fall all the way down. "I the King of the Universe holds your hand. I am spoke and the galaxies formed. I speak and the ocean trembles with fear and reverance." Do you now what it's like to have the King of the Universe hold your hand? It's time. Time for a change miss Jordan. It's time to be you. Time to stop pretending. Jo, it's time. Whoe else can I be? No one. Who else am I supposed to be? No one but me. I can't be anyone else, I have run out of excuses. No more.... long gone the days of fakes. By and by the days of plastics... time to shed every color and be your true colors. Like a song by Hilary Duff "... Cause perfect, didn't feel so perfect..."
JoJo
Peace and Love You feel low, and tears come flooding in. Exhaustion overpowers your body, and you just want to run. When every tears seems in vain, when every smile seems like a sacrifice; when time isn't on your side, when you run out of places to hide. There is a shelter and rock in which you can hide. His arms are open wide. He will tell you that every tear is worth it, and every smile may have beena sacrifice but was worth everything in you. He will show you what your prayers have accomplished and what your smile changed. Do you know what they changed? ............................. Everything. My generation is crying out for love. Why do we mask oursleves and our true feelings when all we want is to be accepted for us? Because we have been told over and over until it's embedded in our brains that "Unless you're like me, you're nothing." So what do we do? We dress up our feelings of sadness with makeup, shiny hair, the "right" shoes, the "right" everything according to society. But if we would look closer, we would see that behind these smiles, behind this makeup and shiny hair, you will see a broken heart; one that seems it can never be unbroken. You will see a dead soul, slain by the words of our peers. You will see a cloud that lurks over our minds that never goes away. You will see hands that long to be held, bodies that are bruised from "love". What kind of love do we want? One that is not attainable through humans. I search for a love that's real. And I know where to find it. Jesus. He said he died two thousand years ago in a foreign land and before the world ever knew who we were to save us. He didn't say, "Oh my god, I am dying. I need to save myself. Why would anyone die for these "strangers"?" No... the whole time he was dying, he was thinking about YOU. Can you believe that? You! You! And he says to us now, "If I had to do it all over again, I would." I cannot comprehend that! Why would he do it again? Why? Because he knws the Father and the Father knows him. How incredible. He knows what's on the Father's heart. And he would do anything for the Father. he would die all over again. Incredible love. There it is. There's the love we crave.
This morning, I woke up and read this scripture... Proverbs 30:14 "Don't be greedy, merciless and cruel as wolves, tearing into the poor and feasting on them, shredding the needy to pieces only to discard them."
Whoa.... was my first thought. But that is so true about abortion. They shred them and then discard them. They have never had a chance to dream. So what are you supposed to say to an unborn aborted baby? Sorry? You can't. Sorry just doesn't cut it. Sorry for not praying? Sorry for not being a voice for you? Sorry for not caring because I was too busy to pray. Sorry for my ignorance. That how the apology should sound. But then that proves we have work to do and we don't want to do that work. Hmm.... God has been dealing with me on these things. That baby is counting on you, those babies are counting on you. Don't let them down. They want to live. Unborn screams are heard in my heart. |
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My generation is crying out for love. Why do we mask oursleves and our true feelings when all we want is to be accepted for us? Because we have been told over and over until it's embedded in our brains that "Unless you're like me, you're nothing." So what do we do? We dress up our feelings of sadness with makeup, shiny hair, the "right" shoes, the "right" everything according to society. But if we would look closer, we would see that behind these smiles, behind this makeup and shiny hair, you will see a broken heart; one that seems it can never be unbroken. You will see a dead soul, slain by the words of our peers. You will see a cloud that lurks over our minds that never goes away. You will see hands that long to be held, bodies that are bruised from "love". What kind of love do we want? One that is not attainable through humans. I search for a love that's real. And I know where to find it. Jesus. He said he died two thousand years ago in a foreign land and before the world ever knew who we were to save us. He didn't say, "Oh my god, I am dying. I need to save myself. Why would anyone die for these "strangers"?" No... the whole time he was dying, he was thinking about YOU. Can you believe that? You! You! And he says to us now, "If I had to do it all over again, I would." I cannot comprehend that! Why would he do it again? Why? Because he knws the Father and the Father knows him. How incredible. He knows what's on the Father's heart. And he would do anything for the Father. he would die all over again. Incredible love. There it is. There's the love we crave. |
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Isaiah 52-53 absolutely describe love to me. Jesus came and lived and died for me. He lived just to die, and he died so I could live. And he would do it all over again just because he loves us. How much more real can it get? Died for love, loved for life. Beautiful.
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The wind blows across my face and whispers your name. The clouds are you love songs, the sun is your kiss. The butterflies that land on my toes are your love notes to me. So here I lay on your love songs and read your love notes as I listen to your whispered name; loving the kisses of the Son. -JoJo
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"Every Smile Seems Like a Sacrifice" You feel low, and tears come flooding in. Exhaustion overpowers your body, and you just want to run. When every tears seems in vain, when every smile seems like a sacrifice; when time isn't on your side, when you run out of places to hide. There is a shelter and rock in which you can hide. His arms are open wide. He will tell you that every tear is worth it, and every smile may have beena sacrifice but was worth everything in you. He will show you what your prayers have accomplished and what your smile changed. Do you know what they changed? ............................. Everything. "Okay so this one is a prayer..." I was praying the other night and the Lord said to me, "Jordan you may stumble and fall but I hold yoru hand. I will never let you fall all the way down. You fall further if you let go of me. I will never let go of you. You may let me go, but I am holding onto you. I will keep pleading for you to return to me." Then he gave me an example. He said, "Jordan just as you hold gabby's hand when she is walking, and she falls and your tighten your grip, I do the same with you. Does Gabby fall all the way down? No, I am the same way. Just don't ever let go." He will never let you fall all the way down. "I the King of the Universe holds your hand. I am spoke and the galaxies formed. I speak and the ocean trembles with fear and reverance." Do you now what it's like to have the King of the Universe hold your hand?
I saw my beloved. He said to me, "Run, baby run." and I ran. Feeling like a child again, I ran after him with reckless abandon. Daydreaming on your chest; hear your heartbeat; sparks a dream. Our dreams collide and yours overtake mine. What's on your heart and in your soul, takes control of my thoughts. She is just like me, but no one sees her yet. They don't think she's like me. They say she's "nothing". But I know that if I am someone she is someone. Listen... Undecided and Undiscovered. In that moment I realized that I needed to change something with my father. I need him in my life. More than in my life; I need his teaching and guidance. Daddy I need you more than ever. [My Fave] In the eyes of stillness, we see that we are a desperate people, needing some constant reminder of who we are. Wanting to be needed, needed for love, loved for nothing, nothing for some. Be like a child again, catch the rainbow These are the eyes of a seeker... fervently, passionately searching for incandescent happiness... I will search all through the night for that awakened love. But as I search, my senses become enlightened and You, my Beloved, have awakened my love. He came to my rescue and told the demons to flee. So much power came from him that he didn;t have to say a word... |
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Foolishness
I have been so foolish. I had been going my own way for so long, and then finally realized I needed to change something. I saw that I was doing wrong and i knew I broke his heart. But he told me if I had to, to run as fast as I could, but to prepared for him to stop me and for his love to break my fall. I needed my heart to break. I needed something. I told the Lord that I needed something to wake me up or something to tell me to do right. I got what I was searching for tonight. Acts 2. Acts 2 talks about prophesying and intercession and praying in the Holy Spirit. I could not be more thankful and heartbroken. It seriously woke me up. In Acts 2 it says this, "Peter said, 'Change your life. Turn to God and be baptized (woo!), each of you, in the name of Jesus Christ, so your sins are forgiven. Receive the gift of the Holy Spirit. (THIS IS MY FAVE PART!) The promise is targeted to you and YOUR CHILDREN, but also to all who are far away-whomever, in fact, our Master God invites." What then?! The Lord brought to my remembrance the generational curse that was broken while I was at camp. My mom and I had gone through a past of depression and suicidal thoughts. That night at camp the generational curse was broken! So not only are my future children freed from the generational curse of death, but the have the gift of the Holy Spirit! HOW AWESOME!!!! That is a very big part in what I am going to teach my children. They will grow up in the ways of the Lord and in His righteousness. Even now I have already given my children to the Lord. Like Sam said in his blog, they are God's anyway. I am just borrowing them to make sure they reach that destiny God has prepared for them. (Yes Sam, I am a word stealerer :-) ) Much loves! Guys I am totally serious, God is up to something. You can see it everyday in everything.
PRAY PRAY PRAY! I encourage everyone of you. I love you. And I don't just say that, I really mean that. I seriously love you!
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My Sweet 16
Well, the rumors are true, I am sixteen today. It has officially happened and will never happen again. I am only 16 once... I woke up this morning at 6:35 and I walked into the kitchen and there was a rose and a card for me from my Daddy. (I love him) I cried reading it. He called me his hero. I never really understood why or how I could be anyone's hero because of what I have been and what I have done. But I realized that if I am someone's hero they don't care about my past, they love me for who I am and who I have become. Yeah I have done some pretty bad things, sad to say at only 16 years old, but I have. And I have never seen myself as someone's hero or someone to look up to, or someone worthy enough to receive admiration. That card made my whole day. If nothing else all I am wishing for is a yellow butterfly to fly across my face. It is symbolic in my life. Not that it has any special powers or anything but it is a reminder of hope and love. I just want the wind to blow across my face with the kiss of the Savior. I have been approved by him already. He says I am worthy, and he told me I was worth his death. He became love's suicide for me. He gave it all up for love.
Just thought I'd share. I love you guys and I hope everyone has a great day! LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVELY
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Jesus taught us how to live for the kingdom not just to die and go to heaven. That's just a bonus. Heaven is just a bonus for kingdom living. Jesus taught us how to live for the Kingdom of God. He went around preaching the kingdom. He wants us to live for the kingdom not to die for just heaven. He wants us to live for the kingdom, and die for heaven. Live for the Kingdom, preach the kingdom. |
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THE SNEEZE They walked in tandem, each of the ninety-two students filing into the already crowded auditorium. With their rich maroon gowns flowing and the traditional caps, they looked almost as grown up as they felt. The Dads swallowed hard behind broad smiles, and Moms freely brushed away tears. This class would NOT pray during the commencements----not by choice, but because of a recent court ruling prohibiting it The principal and several students were careful to stay within the guidelines allowed by the ruling. They gave inspirational and challenging speeches, but no one mentioned divine guidance and no one asked for blessings on the graduates or their families. The speeches were nice, but they were routine until the final speech received a standing ovation. A solitary student walked proudly to the microphone. He stood still and silent for just a moment, and then it happened. All 92 students, every single one of them, suddenly SNEEZED!!!! The student on stage simply looked at the audience and said, "GOD BLESS YOU", And he walked off stage. The audience exploded into applause. This graduating class had found a unique way to invoke God's blessing on their future with or without the court's approval. Isn't this a wonderful story? Pass it on to all your friends and GOD BLESS YOU!!! This is a true story. It happened at the University of Maryland |
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Does any part of your body hurt? What do you hate about your school?
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From www.abort73.com
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There is a poem I wrote that kinda goes along with that! :-) (Thanks Mearia) Love falls with the tears. Crying love songs, they make melodies and she sings them with her groans. Open your heart and let the love spill out. Open your mouth and sing your sad love songs with the passion in your tears. Just a lil something for ya. JoJo |
10/30/07 You came as a man. A man without sin. A man pregnant with destiny. A shadow of Him. This earth you walked Teaching the kingdom. We found you guilty Of sin and high treason. 3-10-08 3-11-08 4-8-08 4-27-08 4-28-08 5-13-08 I can change this. The most High God is my daddy. Or why people leave without good byes. But the one thing I DO have confidence is that My Daddy, God, will never ever leave me nor forsake me. My father and mother may walk away, but the Lord will never leave me. I’ll say good bye to my father and my mother. And I will look upon my Jesus, and say, “You were worth it.” And the cool thing is he’ll say the same thing. He’ll gaze upon us and say, “You were worth it.” God I am worth it. That’s what you say to me. Why would you love me so much? Why me? You could have anyone else and you chose me. You chose me to be your bride. You clothed me in glory and purity and you tell me I’m worthy and you call me your own. You say, “You are mine, Jordan. And I am yours.” You think I’m beautiful. |
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6-23-08 You don’t know how many times I weep over my generation. My heart is breaking for my people. What a confused generation we are. Born into confusion not knowing who you are from birth. We’re told so many things and because we don’t have father’s there’s no one to tell us who to listen to and who not to listen to. I weep bitter tears for what I am now responsible for. I’ve seen a whole other side to my generation that I am sorry to say I didn’t know existed. What’s with all of this tolerance with sin? What with all of this tolerance with homosexuality and “experimenting” with each other? I am disappointed and hurt and shocked and heart broken. My tears are numerous; incomprehensible. And I am ashamed to say that I have been like everyone else; ignoring the needs; ignoring the cries of their souls. God I pray for my generation. God I pray that we would awaken. Is there no one to hold us? Is there no one to see our tears? Is there no one to hear our soul cries? God will! God does! God I pray that my generation would get sick of seeing these pornographic things and wrong lifestyles that the roar that has been placed within since before we were born into the world would burst out of us. Only then can we make this immoral outburst die. What the Lord said to me: He said that there’s a spirit of discouragement on his people. The spirit of discouragement is heavy in us. He said to me, “Don’t trade my heartbeat when the times get rough. Don’t trade my heartbeat when you want to give up. I show up on time. I show up when you’re at the brink of no hope and do something like close down the abortion clinic in Dallas, just to let you know that I am still here and that I do listen to your prayers and that your prayers are in affect. Don’t give up.” It is so true. He shows up when I have almost lost hope and just is his awesome spectacular self and does something like that. He closed that abortion clinic and we cannot give up hope now. I will not give up hope. He is too faithful. |
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But that open door led to an open hallway with many other doors. I first went into hatred. It looked like a nice door. I walked in and it was dark and had all of bad memories of the times I had been hurt. So I hated those people. I walked out of hatred and went into rebellion. It looked like a nice door. I walked in and there were reminders of when my parents told me what not to do. So I hated them and rebelled against their commands. After rebellion I walked into orphaned. It looked like a nice door. I saw all the times when I was forgotten. I hated those people, rebelled against them and felt orphaned because them. I walked out of orphaned and opened the door unloved. It looked like a nice door. I saw all of the broken promises made to me, empty words that were spit at me and failing security. So I hated those people, rebelled against them; felt orphaned and unloved. Then a door caught my attention. It was a door with no name. I walked closer and closer and it began to open. I was at the entrance and I looked on the floor, the doormat said, “Welcome to suicide.” I didn’t think anything of it; after all, it looked like a nice door. I walked in and saw the hatred, the rebellion, the orphaned feeling, and the feeling of being unloved. The door started to creak in closing, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was how my life was so bad, and that I could never live up to my calling… if I had one. Then someone pushed me down and started yelling awful things to me. They put a razor in my hand and said, “DO IT! DO IT YOU PIECE OF WORTHLESS LIFE!” So I was on the brink of slicing my wrist when the door bursts open and all the demons flinch. I heard a familiar voice rebuking and kicking some butt. He ran to me and held me tight so the demons could not touch. “She is mine!” he yelled and with that the devils fled. I started to weep, for I knew my sins, and with out him I would have been dead. He lifted me up and turned my face to him. He said, “Jordan I love you. And I am faithful to my word. You don’t have to turn your face in shame for I have ransomed you from the enemy. All of your sins are forgotten. I will never give you up.” I fell into his arms feeling so free and so alive. He kissed my forehead and said, “Come with me, my bride.” He led me out of the hallway and into this big white room. He showed me a door with my name on it. I walked inside and I saw all of the babies I had held in my arms, all of my drawings and paintings, all of my dances. The whole room was filled with babies’ laughter, and then he showed me something else. He showed me my family praying at the very moment I was going to end it all. He said to me, “Jordan, you are a bi-product of their prayers. I told you, I will never give you up.” I hugged him tightly and did not let him go. And now I am telling everyone, of his glory and his love. |
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