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just a thought

Have you ever thought about apathetic people? Those who don't care one bit.... But then are the first to complain.

My generation is full of people who just don't care. And these people are our future. So stand up, use your voice, use your Freedom of Speech right, and say something, DO something.

Let's MAKE A DIFFERENCE. Together. One step at a time.

Happy Birthday Sandi

This post is for my sister & best friend, Sandi.

I can't remember a time that you weren't there. You are a part of me. I am more than blessed to call you my sister. You have been by my side, and my support system since day one. You deserve the world and nothing but happiness. I love you more than you will ever know. Happy Birthday, sis.

My Sister

By Lisa Lorden

My sister is my heart.

She opens doors to rooms

I never knew were there,

Breaks through walls I don't recall building.

She lights my darkest corners

With the sparkle in her eyes.

My sister is my soul.

She inspires my wearied spirit

To fly on wings of angels

But while I hold her hand

My feet never leave the ground.

She stills my deepest fears

With the wisdom of her song.

My sister is my past.

She writes my history

In her eyes I recognize myself,

Memories only we can share.

She remembers, she forgives

She accepts me as I am

With tender understanding.

My sister is my future.

She lives within my dreams

She sees my undiscovered secrets,

Believes in me as I stumble

She walks in step beside me,

Her love lighting my way.

My sister is my strength

She hears the whispered prayers

That I cannot speak

She helps me find my smile,

Freely giving hers away

She catches my tears

In her gentle hands.

My sister is like no one else

She's my most treasured friend

Filling up the empty spaces

Healing broken places

She is my rock, my inspiration.

Though impossible to define,

In a word, she is...my sister.

Happy Birthday, sis. This ones for you.

Easter

This Easter I was blessed by two powerful and truthful messages and time with my family. We celebrated the Ressurection of our beloved Savior, and had a wonderful time.

He is Risen!

For I am Crucified with Christ, and yet I live!

& the flowers bloomed

Around the holidays it has been harder not living in my birth home. Having already spent Christmas away from the "home" I always knew and now Easter coming up, it's been harder than I would have ever expected. I know that you are thinking that I should just get over it, but the thing is it's hard to get over. I really really want to move on but the simple reminders hurt. And holidays are big. After spending my entire life where our family and family traditions began, it's tough.

At my old house, in the backyard, my Grandma planted these beautiful yellow flowers surrounding the garden. I used to go outside and sit there, just looking at them. Looking at the beauty that they have. I always loved to pick them and put them in vases all over the house. I always loved giving them to people, and even my neighbors loved to pick them. I loved those flowers more than anyone ever knew.

As we were moving out, slowly the flowers bloomed. It hurt. It hurt seeing the flowers big and beautiful and not living there to enjoy them. The sentimental value they hold, the fact that my biggest inspiration planted them, and the fact that they had been there since I was little. I love those flowers. I love that house. That was my home. It will always be special to me.

Maybe I thought since we don't live there anymore that the flowers wouldn't bloom. Maybe in my imagination I thought that since we don't live there, no one else would, and it just would be any empty house. Or maybe that's what I had hoped.

The fact is the flowers bloomed.

And Easter is Sunday, and we are celebrating it in our new home. Maybe as holidays pass, it will get easier eventually.

Easter post, coming your way, be on the look out.

The Miracle Worker

In english class we are reading The Miracle Worker.

The inspiring story of the deaf, blind, and mute Helen Keller.

Helen had no choice. There was no one who could help her until Annie Sullivan came along, and even then Helen still struggled with her dissabilities.

This really puts things into perspective. We take things for granted every single day and don't even realize it. This book is making me feel so thankful for what I do have.

I have always admired Helen because she is strong. Her story is absolutely amazing.

Thankfulness

I am thankful that...

1. I can see the beauty in the world today.


2. I can hear what is going on around me.


3. I can speak and express how I feel.


4. I have a family that loves me unconditionally.


5. I have friends that back me up.


6. I don't have any dissabilities.


7. I have two churches I am a part of.


8. I attend a great school, full of great people.


9. I recieve constant encouragement from those around me.


10. I have great things to look forward to.