Oh, sweet maker review my soul,
Review my soul cause it's taking a toll,
On my body, on my mind,
Remove this mask, cause I'm blind.
Strengthen my heart, fill my mind,
I want your love to make me kind.
Oh, sweet maker pull me out,
So I can see what you're about,
I'm in a pit,
But isnt that it?
It all derives from love,
If only I would look above,
Past the mounds, above the clouds,
To see my maker standing tall,
Always there, above it all.
Putting his mark on my heart,
Branding his name on my path.
Oh, sweet maker make me whole,
So I can see what you'll unfold,
I am dumb, I am weak,
But you lift me far above the peak,
Of the mountain sturdily,
Only life would hurry me.
I'm left behind,
For you I'll shine,
Bury me deep under,
Your grace will soon plunder.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Overflow of Love
Gazing up at the almost mid-night sky,
I can’t help but wonder why,
You would love a sinner-dark and full of hate.
I constantly spit in your face.
You love me with no end,
No boundaries or gates to fill up the spaces in between,
My heart you always mend.
The moon shines for it’s maker,
Heavy hearts wait on you,
Anticipating the call.
Thrashing through sillouettes like horses in a field,
We let greed and jealousy consume us.
I need your love as a shield,
Protect me against my enemies,
For I am nothing without my Lord,
You are everything.
My Savior makes me like the moon,
Shining brightly to comfort the hurting.
Love is over-used,
Meaningless like blank words on a page.
God’s love is shown like an overflowing cup,
Standing on a stage,
Shouting love to the people.
Love is a light,
In the almost mid-night sky.
I can’t help but wonder why,
You would love a sinner-dark and full of hate.
I constantly spit in your face.
You love me with no end,
No boundaries or gates to fill up the spaces in between,
My heart you always mend.
The moon shines for it’s maker,
Heavy hearts wait on you,
Anticipating the call.
Thrashing through sillouettes like horses in a field,
We let greed and jealousy consume us.
I need your love as a shield,
Protect me against my enemies,
For I am nothing without my Lord,
You are everything.
My Savior makes me like the moon,
Shining brightly to comfort the hurting.
Love is over-used,
Meaningless like blank words on a page.
God’s love is shown like an overflowing cup,
Standing on a stage,
Shouting love to the people.
Love is a light,
In the almost mid-night sky.
Baby Kitties
My babies are getting bigger! Since there are only two of them they both have FAT bellies! We are so proud of mama! :)
Here is their story---http://www.youtube.com/user/ShelbyOwen?feature=mhee#p/u/7/Na7lk-IZrpE
Monday, May 23, 2011
Walking Again
My name is Ellie, and I'm 5 years old.
I have a small family. It is only me, my mommy, daddy, and Bruce (he is our dog)
My mommy was 18 when she had me, so that means she is 23 now.
She is kind and simple. She loves me with everything and gives me anything (even if i ask for a cookie before supper)
She is a hard worker and wears second-hand clothes. She says she doesnt want to spend daddy's money faster than he can make it.
She cooks supper every night for me and daddy, and we always eat all of the left-overs.
During the week, she wears her hair up everyday, but on the weekends she says she wants to look good for daddy so she lets it down. Even though he says she looks good anyway (she doesnt listen)
Everyday she wears round diamond cluster earrings that costs $40 dollars. She is proud of them, she told me that her grandmother gave them to her as something special.
Mommy is fashionable, but she isnt high-fashioned. She is unique and special.
She has a temper, but never towards me. She stands up for her beliefs and will not let anyone change her mind.
She loves Jesus, so does daddy.
Mommy picks me up from school everyday and when it is hot outside she takes me to get a sno-cone. (Sometimes she will bring Bruce if she has time to get him from home)
Today was different though, mommy needed to go to the post office to send letters.
There was a long line and we waited for 25 minutes. She held my hand the whole time.
When the lady at the desk was finished, my mommy told her to have a blessed day.
We walked outside and she opened the back door and helped me to get in.
I buckled myself up though, because im a big girl now.
Mommy got in the front and she yawned as she put the car in reverse.
It made me tired seeing her yawn, so i leaned my head on the seat. Then...
BANG!
Another vehicle ramed into the rear left side of our car crushing my body against the opposite side door. I felt no pain, but then I blacked out and in a split second everything was gone.
I woke up in a white bed in a room with white walls. Mommy and daddy were sitting close to me. Mommy was crying, she had scrapes on her face. Daddy held her and sobbed also. I could smell her breath. The same breath that was so sweet as she rocked me goodnight. It soothed me.
I was paralyzed from the waist down.
Two weeks later mommy and daddy could take me home.
Daddy opened the door to our small, two bedroom, one bath house and mommy pushed my wheelchair through the door.
Bruce was so excited to see me!
He licked my face and wagged his tail.
I told daddy that Bruce looked skinny, but daddy said he would be OK.
Then mommy fed him, just to make me happy.
6 yrs later
Today mom was having trouble lifting me.
She said I needed a bath, but I could tell she was upset so I told her it was okay.
She ignored me and finally got me in the tub. But when she got me out, my foot got cut on something (im not sure what it was) and I bled and bled like always. I didnt feel it, but i guess it was bad.
Mom cried. She told me she was sorry.
I told her it wasnt her fault.
"...but I never wanted to hurt you." she said, as the tears flowed.
Later that day, before daddy got home, I rolled into mom and daddy's room and saw her praying. I know she knew I was in there right away because im not very quiet.
She got up and came over to me quietly. She held my hand and I told her it would all be okay.
She said that God has helped her through everything in life and she has faith that one day, he will help me walk again.
I'm now 52 and my mother is the one in the wheelchair.
She is 70 and is still the same, tender-hearted woman she has always been.
Now that wrinkles cover her face, the tears that she cries don't go as smoothly down her cheek as they did back when I was 5.
This time though, she isnt crying about heartache.
I went to visit her in the same small house, on the same farm that her and daddy owned the day I was born. Now that daddy is gone, she is alone and has no problems with that.
She was sitting on the front porch when I arrived, and as I sat down, she took me back to a place where she thought she would never feel complete again.
My mother explained how she realized in those days that her little daughter could not walk due to her own accidents, God showed her that he would help her walk through all of life's obstacles. Day by day, month by month, and year by year...God taught her how to lean on only Him again.
I have a small family. It is only me, my mommy, daddy, and Bruce (he is our dog)
My mommy was 18 when she had me, so that means she is 23 now.
She is kind and simple. She loves me with everything and gives me anything (even if i ask for a cookie before supper)
She is a hard worker and wears second-hand clothes. She says she doesnt want to spend daddy's money faster than he can make it.
She cooks supper every night for me and daddy, and we always eat all of the left-overs.
During the week, she wears her hair up everyday, but on the weekends she says she wants to look good for daddy so she lets it down. Even though he says she looks good anyway (she doesnt listen)
Everyday she wears round diamond cluster earrings that costs $40 dollars. She is proud of them, she told me that her grandmother gave them to her as something special.
Mommy is fashionable, but she isnt high-fashioned. She is unique and special.
She has a temper, but never towards me. She stands up for her beliefs and will not let anyone change her mind.
She loves Jesus, so does daddy.
Mommy picks me up from school everyday and when it is hot outside she takes me to get a sno-cone. (Sometimes she will bring Bruce if she has time to get him from home)
Today was different though, mommy needed to go to the post office to send letters.
There was a long line and we waited for 25 minutes. She held my hand the whole time.
When the lady at the desk was finished, my mommy told her to have a blessed day.
We walked outside and she opened the back door and helped me to get in.
I buckled myself up though, because im a big girl now.
Mommy got in the front and she yawned as she put the car in reverse.
It made me tired seeing her yawn, so i leaned my head on the seat. Then...
BANG!
Another vehicle ramed into the rear left side of our car crushing my body against the opposite side door. I felt no pain, but then I blacked out and in a split second everything was gone.
I woke up in a white bed in a room with white walls. Mommy and daddy were sitting close to me. Mommy was crying, she had scrapes on her face. Daddy held her and sobbed also. I could smell her breath. The same breath that was so sweet as she rocked me goodnight. It soothed me.
I was paralyzed from the waist down.
Two weeks later mommy and daddy could take me home.
Daddy opened the door to our small, two bedroom, one bath house and mommy pushed my wheelchair through the door.
Bruce was so excited to see me!
He licked my face and wagged his tail.
I told daddy that Bruce looked skinny, but daddy said he would be OK.
Then mommy fed him, just to make me happy.
6 yrs later
Today mom was having trouble lifting me.
She said I needed a bath, but I could tell she was upset so I told her it was okay.
She ignored me and finally got me in the tub. But when she got me out, my foot got cut on something (im not sure what it was) and I bled and bled like always. I didnt feel it, but i guess it was bad.
Mom cried. She told me she was sorry.
I told her it wasnt her fault.
"...but I never wanted to hurt you." she said, as the tears flowed.
Later that day, before daddy got home, I rolled into mom and daddy's room and saw her praying. I know she knew I was in there right away because im not very quiet.
She got up and came over to me quietly. She held my hand and I told her it would all be okay.
She said that God has helped her through everything in life and she has faith that one day, he will help me walk again.
I'm now 52 and my mother is the one in the wheelchair.
She is 70 and is still the same, tender-hearted woman she has always been.
Now that wrinkles cover her face, the tears that she cries don't go as smoothly down her cheek as they did back when I was 5.
This time though, she isnt crying about heartache.
I went to visit her in the same small house, on the same farm that her and daddy owned the day I was born. Now that daddy is gone, she is alone and has no problems with that.
She was sitting on the front porch when I arrived, and as I sat down, she took me back to a place where she thought she would never feel complete again.
My mother explained how she realized in those days that her little daughter could not walk due to her own accidents, God showed her that he would help her walk through all of life's obstacles. Day by day, month by month, and year by year...God taught her how to lean on only Him again.
Until the World Dies
Hearts bended,
Knees mended,
Opposites in control.
Posing for the world,
and the lack of those that entertain.
You might feel insane,
Times change,
and I'm movin' along,
They change,
Like the wings of a flying bird,
or the direction of a crashing wave.
Your beauty is untamed,
The beast that's underneath.
I don't hate what I've become,
but don't love it either.
I'll watch this world wither,
Dying away,
Playing the part.
I'd engage in these acts,
Just to have you within me.
I feel terrible,
I'm desperate,
Look me in the eyes,
So I don't feel seperate.
I need this love in me,
Flowing through my veins.
Can't control these people that torment,
What happens in their brains?
I never want to be ashamed,
of all that you've been for me.
I claim you,
I know you,
I love you,
But what will I do with you?
I'll share you.
<3
Knees mended,
Opposites in control.
Posing for the world,
and the lack of those that entertain.
You might feel insane,
Times change,
and I'm movin' along,
They change,
Like the wings of a flying bird,
or the direction of a crashing wave.
Your beauty is untamed,
The beast that's underneath.
I don't hate what I've become,
but don't love it either.
I'll watch this world wither,
Dying away,
Playing the part.
I'd engage in these acts,
Just to have you within me.
I feel terrible,
I'm desperate,
Look me in the eyes,
So I don't feel seperate.
I need this love in me,
Flowing through my veins.
Can't control these people that torment,
What happens in their brains?
I never want to be ashamed,
of all that you've been for me.
I claim you,
I know you,
I love you,
But what will I do with you?
I'll share you.
<3
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
I love it when I lay down in bed at night and all I can say is thank you Lord!! Thank you for my family, thank you for good friends, thank you for my baby boy Chaser :) thank you for the time with my mom today, thank you for bringing my mom and grandma back together, thank you for a boyfriend that accepts me and supports me through struggles, thank you for the relationship I now have with my step-mom and brother, thank you for my wonderful daddy who teaches me so much, thank you for grandparents who are always there, and most of all thank you for loving me no matter what.
Monday, May 2, 2011
What now?
Well, to be honest...ive been kinda worried about myself. Ive had a headache for a month straight, i didnt think anything of it at first..but now im getting nervous. i might go to the doctor and see what they say. but i dont want to spend a load of moolah.
I feel really bad for the flood victims.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Epz0avRNA-E
Much love.
I feel really bad for the flood victims.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Epz0avRNA-E
Much love.
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