Because sometimes when it rains, it pours.
Sometimes experiences come and they come hard.
Sometimes there is no way to express how one feels except to write it down as it happens.
My God is stronger than bad experiences. My God is stronger than anger.
My God will never leave me nor forsake me. My God will get me past this.
Though, I sit in the living room on my computer and act as if nothing is wrong...
I will not fear. I will not fear.
Because sometimes when it rains, it pours.
Sometimes you can only hope that nobody gets hurt. Sometimes you can only pray that everything will be okay.
This moment will pass. One day I'll look back on
God wants you to know that He is with you through every step you take.
He wants you to dig deeper into Him. Meaning, He wants you to hear His voice. He knows things have been difficult for you and the situations you've been put in are uncomfortable. But he doesn't want you to get comfortable. Getting comfortable is not in His plans for you.
God loves you. You are His. You are His daughter, his princess. He cherishes every moment you spend time with Him. Don't give up. Don't give up. Don't lose faith, don't lose hope. His love is enough for you.
He knows you don't understand everything. He knows you've got a lot of questions but He is here
Hurt and the Healer - writing by Bickhamsarah, literature
Literature
Hurt and the Healer - writing
(cue the sad music.)
I'm the hurt one.
God is the Healer.
I'm tired. I'm so tired. I just don't understand.
I just won't ever understand.
I've found out I have many problems with myself.
(cue determination out of no where) I'm gonna get through this. I'm gonna get out of this. God is with me.
Why is God with me? What if I didn't want Him? Would He still be there?
I've messed up so many times. I've told myself a thousand times not to do things and turn around and do them again.
He's been there for me. All those times. The times I've pushed Him away and said it's His fault...
(Moans in agony) I've been hit. I've been hit hard.
I'm dr
Yesterday, June 4, 2012 I graduated from high school!! :D
It was a day. It was very eventful. I woke up at around 7 am. I got online here to check messages and then got side track onto pinterest.com LOVE THIS SITE now!! If you want to follow me ask and I will give you a link to my profile but I don't feel like it now :/
Anyways, I had to be at the Coliseum of a University for 1:30pm but the ceremony didn't start until 3. I don't wear makeup except for lipstick, I'm just not that type of girl. My mom wanted me to wear makeup so I decided to let her have her way. Long story short this lady in a store found some foundation that was great for m
Sneak Peek: Mikita's Diary - It's Time To Go Deep by Bickhamsarah, literature
Literature
Sneak Peek: Mikita's Diary - It's Time To Go Deep
Dear Diary,
1:42 am - Ha, all I can do is laugh to keep myself...but the tears are coming. The tears have already fallen. *deep breaths*
I tell myself to hold it all together.
Dinner was a joke. I let myself believe that everything at home could be "normal"' for just an hour at best. I was wrong. Oh, was I ever wrong.
Father came home early. He's going to have dinner with us! He kisses my mother on the cheek and she kisses him back. The exchange seems genuine but already and unknowingly the tension is rising. My youngest sibling, Aylisha, starts bawling for no reason in my opinion.
Mother shouts, "Mikita, take care of that child, girl!"
Prompt: Write about a time when you stood up for something you believed in.
Our annoying bus driver, Mrs. Winston, stood up from her seat and yelled so loudly she could be heard as clearly as if she were right in your face, "Now you children get your feet in your seat, sit down, and be quiet!"
"Just look at those clothes she's wearing!" Miranda whispers just loud enough for her victim, Judith, to overhear.
"I know, what a shame, all because her family is extremely poor."Miranda's sidekick, Marcy, replies.
The old, rusty bus was crowded with tired, rowdy teenagers ready to get home for the weekend. I felt sticky with sweat even thought all
Death Scene - The Outsider by Bickhamsarah, literature
Literature
Death Scene - The Outsider
On a chilly Saturday night, I rounded the corner to see five boys suddenly stop. Sirens Sounded! I looked up to see lights flashing violently behind a guy. The guy was running as fast as his legs would carry him across the lot. He stopped under a bright street light. The tires of the police cars screeched to a stop in the center of the lot. The guy under the streetlight turned to face the police cars taking out a black object.
"Oh no, it's a gun!" I thought.
Slamming their doors, the police got out and help up shiny black guns in their hands. I turned to see what the boys were doing. The shortest of the group was shaking his head. I felt so