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The heart was made to be broken Although the world is full of suffering, it is full of the overcoming it. Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal [A] final comfort that is small, but not cold: the heart is the only broken instrument that works. God is the closest to those with broken hearts.



God can heal a broken heart, but He has to have all of the pieces The feeling remains that God is on the journey, too. Let God's promises shine on your problems.



Three keys to more abundant living: caring about other, daring for others, sharing with others. the smallest act of caring can turn a life around so we should not be ashamed of caring for from caring comes courage.



For everything you have missed, you have gained something else. the smallest decisions open door that can change our life forever so get out there kid. Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point losing someone. Because life can be accepted or changed if changed then you must accept that change has come to your life.



He (God) is the way and the truth and the life No one comes to the father accept through me. When my heart was grieved and my spirits embittered, I was senseless and ignorant, a brute beast to you. Yet I am always with you, You (God) hold me by my right hand and guide me into your council and will lead me to glory. Who do I have but you?



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//With thanks to Emily Dickenson//
 * Emily Emulation**

There is a specific time in your life, Dark times- That stabs you with, like the pencil upon the paper-

Ambulances sirens, it frightens me- I cannot find any time, But their own, Where the pain lay-

No one can hear it-Forever- tis' the painful screams- that makes me quake to cry at night-

When the brother comes, my body shivers- Heart-stop their beatings- When serenity comes, tis' like a Prayer On the clock of life-

** Flame in the Darkness ** Darkness. I am surrounded by darkness. Darkness that haunts me, taunts me, and never loosens its grip. My life seems to be falling apart and there is no hope. Struggling for a second I stop to glance over in the distance. There I see one single flame flickering with the speed of the empty winds. Even though there is so much more darkness that overpowers the flame, it shines on. That one flame is the coffee stained room in Mission Hills Church. No matter what unsuspecting event crept upon me, that one place was always there, it never moved. It was full of laughter, love, and peace for my mind. Sprawled across the coffee stained floor of the church, I sob huge diamonds that slowly roll from my tired red eyes; JP’s arm ran heavy across my back as he listens with ears of a lion, I learn in this moment, in this place that life isn’t something that I can do on my own. Placidity. To see Mission Hills Church it looks like an ordinary slice of bread in a toaster. It is nothing that you would take a double take at and say whoa, but beneath the rotting roof and sun kissed bricks lays real and caring people who smiles feels like a warm hug that covers your entire body. In this abode lays memories, harsh painful memories. Here is where agony met delight and where God met my heart. Lives were changed here, including mine. When stepping inside of this building the smell of freshly microwaved Hot Pockets will waft into the utmost parts of your nose. A wall of spicy pepperoni and the sensation of artificial cheese and sauce will hunt you. There all around this place we call the “dungeon” is cardboard encased “pizzas” in the sweaty greasy hands of 6th grade boys with their mouths smothered with red hot sauce. In the distance you may hear voices almost described as pure hearted angels. In reality though, as you listen more closely and follow these millions of voices you find that these are not voices of angels, but voices of middle school children screeching to the Heavens. The first instinct is to raise your hands to cover your ears from the racket, but you don’t. When gazing at the innocence in the children’s faces you cannot help but listen. These adolescents are filled and overflowing with the Holy Spirit. The eyes of these children are filled with so much comfort that some may cry, and as that little bead of salty water run down the child’s cheek, they fall with it onto their knees and praise the Lord with all the breath that is being taken from their lungs. The heat hugs you as you dance around the deep hearted young children, and feels like a snug cup of cocoa on a chilly winters evening. The feel of the walls that are containing these children are rough and chipped; the room is small and crowded, but full of love. In the corner, there is a skyscraper aged, wooden cross with a plentiful amount of little pieces of paper nailed to it. Your hand dips with each dimple and fracture when running your hand across its wooden structure. The notes scattered across the cross are all different praises and prayers for God and people that besiege us.
 * Essay of Place:**

// There is a specific time in your // // Life, // // Dark Times- //



Change. Although this place seems to be overbearing with love and hardiness, there is some teenagers whom are stitched among these people full of bliss. When upon entering I was always envious for these followers of God, these lovers. I was full of coldness and abhorrence, not wanting any assistance whatsoever. Then I met him, JP. He was a tall man with fiery orange hair that was almost shaved to the peak of his scalp. His goatee was almost as fiery as his top hair, but was dulled down with random scattered chocolate brown hairs. He was like a soldier, sturdy and eager to help when called to duty. His smile lit up a room and his laugh made everyone chuckle. It was as deep as a tuba and as light hearted as Santa Claus. He was the Jr. High Pastor. When he spoke every eye snapped upon him as though he was a siren blaring from an ambulance. Without his owl like wisdom and mom-like intuition, I may have never opened my heart to him and changed my life forever. The first time I ever saw him her was an intern for Jr. High. He smelt like Hollister cologne, sweet and tangy, and he wore a white jump suit with blue starts across his chest. His cape flew freely in the back in a red, white, and blue formation. His face was shiny and his eyes full of eagerness and love, as always. As time wore on, I grew increasingly fonder of him. His unconditional love and care never leaves me. Just that one moment when he puts his firm hand on my shoulder always made my spirits higher and my sorrows minimal. There was this one moment in the coffee stained room that I will remember for the rest of my life. I was speaking to him in between sobs as I always would when he sat me down and began to utter these words that seemed to be flowing out like a mouth of a river into the wide open ocean. He spoke with such passion that nothing else mattered. I smelled the colorful skittles as a 6thgrader stomps across the coffee stained carpet. He spoke in almost a whisper, “Sarah, God loves you, and no matter what you do or what happens, He will always love you. Embrace Him; let HIM be your guide. Fall into His arms and never let go. Never. Pray.” And we did. We prayed. The emotions I felt will never be the same, the thoughts I thought will never escape my memory. I prayed for God to hold me in His forgiving strong arms. As I said those words, a miracle happened. I was swept away into a dream-like state. My eyes fell upon the Lord’s face as I looked upon Him in awe and prosperity. His eyes were a dark mousse brown and His smile was so captivating that I collapsed into His arms never to return to the rigid, rocky, stiff ground below me. His body had a drastically beaming glow to it though I did not shield my eyes to stop this sticky glow. As I returned to my sense of real life, all I could do was smile and cry with relief. Those diamonds had come back to my eyes and they were there for a different reason. It was the cry of passion. As I sat up, my back and legs no longer felt as though there were metal clasps on them. My limbs no longer felt bony and knotty, but unclasped and empowered. I felt like a person who was finally untied from the dreadful and stressful life, I am free!

// Hearts-stop their beating- // // When Serenity comes, tis’ like a // // Prayer // // On the clock of life // The darkness is no longer restraining me. I have labored to get to that candle that burns so bright. Even though the smoke and scent of burning life chokes me, I will no longer be afraid. From the coffee stained ground to the giant voice of JP, my life has changed forever and I will never run away from that never-ending burning candle. No matter what it throws at me.

I am from those clingy band-aids, From Neosporin and limb casts. I am from the tree abundant with plums. (whose fruit it bore was as sour as lemons). I am from the swing set, The whipped feeling that engulfed my face, As my tiny hands choke its chains. I am from adventure and inflatable houses, From head bumps across my head and black and purple bruises across my legs. I am from the don’t-say- that and all those plain no’s, From your-not-old-enough and get-to-bed. I am from church with the fake smile that was plastered on my face for my dad, (Whom was a pastor, and whom I love), And Awana and all the piercing screams of delight when I say that verse just right.
 * Where I am From**

I am from God, His unfailing love and my constant faith. From the look on my dad’s face after his heart attack, To my weakness as the chemo streamed through my mom’s nimble body. To my hard cased journal which lays in the second drawer, That pleads for a better life.

I am from those moments Hidden before I appeared Lost without being found.




 * Lost Generation**

(Purity must be reborn to love)

I realize this is not well known but "Growing old together in marriage" is false, and "Marriage is dead" so when I’m 40 I will tell my children sex is more important than love my ex-boyfriend will always think that I have the best ideas because a one night stand is more important than a marriage Here is the truth When I first grew up Marriage was always before deep relations But this is not the future for the years to come This is a loveless civilization Scientist say The only way to keep a relationship going is to stay active I do not accept that I will be in a relationship without intercourse In the future relationships Sex before marriage will be the norm No longer can I speak that My significant other and I will wait It will be clear that my relationship can only be based off feelings not love It is absurd to say That there is purity.

And all of this will come true unless we choose to rework the present.