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It is hard to move on from something that cuts to the core.
It is hard to believe when mistakes become apart of you.
It is hard to believe when all thats left is lost.
It is hard to believe when faith is now fading.
It is hard to believe when someone has betreyed you.
It is hard to believe when someone leaves this earth.
It is hard to believe when you are alone.
It is hard to believe when you are barely surviving on food.
It is hard to believe when you get rejected.
It is hard to believe when you get obandoned.
It is hard to believe when someone hurts you.
It is hard to believe when your child dies.
It is hard to believe when tornadoes hit all around.
It is hard to believe when someone over doses.
It is hard to believe when someone takes that knife..
It is hard to believe when someone pulls that trigger.
It is hard to believe when there is starvation.
It is hard to believe when a hearts been broken.

But what is not hard to believe is the love of Jesus Christ that is unconditional and everlasting. What is not to hard to believe in is his loving grace which we all sink in. What is not hard to believe is the peace and hope you can be refilled with. What is not hard to believe is how worth his love is. His love makes it worth it all. Every little bit of shame, hurt, guilt and fear it all can be restored. He can renew you. Lay it all down. Lay it all down because His love makes it worth it all.

Never give up, don't give up on a love that is unconditional.
Hold on to him, lay it all down.

There's a light at the end of this tunnel, there's a light at the end of this tunnel for you, for you.

There's a light at the end of this tunnel; shining bright at the end of this tunnel for you, for you.

So keep holding on, keep holding on.

All consuming fire your our hearts desire

It is said that the most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths.
These people have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern.

There are some people out in this world who live through struggles most Canadians can't even imagine. Yet against all odds, they smile.

God created each and every person walking on this earth. He created and designed us with our own passion. He created beautiful people who all have a purpose, who all have talents, dreams and hopes. He created each person to be different. What we sometimes as beings forget; is that beauty is within our differences and strength is within our struggles.

We take things forgranted, I take things forgranted. We all do. Some people strive for life. Literally - yet we are never satisfied enough? Jesus died for us so that we would rise up like him, so that we would not live up to other peoples standards but only his. We need to sit back, and quit taking things forgranted and realize how truly blessed we are. To count on our hands the people who love us, to drink a glass of cold clean water, to eat, to stay warm and have shelter. We need to comprehend the many blessings that come to us everysingle day of our lives and thank God for all he does.

Many blessings to those who are lost, affraid, lonely, hurting, faithless, cold, and hungry. To those who strive for life every day of their lives and yet against all odds, are still smileing.

You all inspire me. My prayers go out to you.
Stay Strong <3

I have made mistakes that I know I don't have the ability to change, but I am letting those mistakes change me ; for the better.

I have been the girl who hates, destroys, hurts, crys, lies and dies a little inside. I have been the girl who stumbles and falls, who gets confused at times, who once was lost. I have been the girl who lost all hope and faith.

Though through every struggle that has ever challenged me, through any fear and confusion that I have felt, and through any pain and guilt I have held, I have finally found myself.

I survive because of all of the great and wonderful beautiful people in my life. I survive because of a God who is so understanding and so loving and true. I survive not on my own but from the strength and courage of others and my father in heaven.

Our God.

Our God is greater, Our God is stronger, God you are higher than any other, Our God is healer awesome in power our God, our God.

And if our God is for is us, than who could ever stop us? And if our God is with us than what can stand against?

Our God is greater, Our God is stronger, God you are higher than any other, Our God is healer awesome in power our God, our God.

And Someday We'll Know.

If i could say exactly how i feel,

Ruined from the inside out, is what i feel.

Shattered and broken, lost and unspoken.

Shame, Guilt, hurt, destruction, lame.

That's how i feel.

The sorrys rushing through my head, only get me so far.
The apologies over and over again like a broken record.

I am a broken record.
I am broken, i am lost, i have fallen leaving me with so little hope.

I pray to you
I give you everything,
I give you my everything I pray dear Lord

Save my life Lord pick me up
Pick us up show us whats real

Lord give us knew meaning, knew life, knew knoledge Lord fill us.
Help us walk this road Lord, Help us.

Give us strength to get through this.

This, my prayer to you.

Stay with me, let's just breathe

Practiced all my sins,
never gunna let me win

Under everything, just another human being

I don't want to hurt
there's so much in this world to make me bleed

stay with me, you're all i see

Did i say that i need you, did i say that i want you
oh if i didn't im a fool you see
noone knows this more than me as i come clean

Stay with me, let's just breathe <3

English Essay

The past week I have been challenged to stand up in front of a class room filled with people just like myself and try to overcome a fear and help teach them for a grade 10 literacy exam. My grade 12 teacher advised all of us students who have participated in this task to write an essay about their experience while teaching so here goes mine...
In Their Shoes
Today I was faced with a new challenge. Have you ever gone to a store where you fell in love with a pair of new shoes but they just didn’t fit right? Well today I felt like I was in that store trying on a pair of new shoes that to me just didn’t fit. I walked in the shoes of another person. When you’re trying so hard to squeeze your toes in only so that they fit can get frustrating at times. For relief you only wish they had your size. It was as if I was in that situation but in front of many people who are all just like me. I was trying so hard to make it work, make me fit in to what I was challenged to be for those few days; a teacher.
People take teachers for granted; they underestimate teachers. I’ve learned that, in the very victimized teaching that I was challenged to do. I always thought in the back of my mind that teaching wasn’t always as it looks or seems. It’s like when you first paint a picture; the colours look exactly the way you want it to, but not until it’s dry, is when you realize you’ve got to add a little more colour. Nothing seems or looks the way they are unless you are in that situation or in that person’s shoes and you understand their role. Not until the day I jumped in those new shoes, only to take on a role that just didn’t fit me was when I realized not everyone is going to do or be exactly who you want them to be or do what you want them to do. It just doesn’t work that way. I’ve learned that sometimes you’ve just got to make the best of it, and step out in faith only to take on something that seems so dangerous to you to make you a stronger individual. Sometimes it’s not until you step out of your comfort zone that shows you a whole new perspective and meaning on other things that can also give you strength. As I got closer to that grade ten class I began to get anxious and astound by the noise coming from steps away. In those last few minutes before entering that deafening classroom I remembered that all I can do is be who I am and try my best to help these people who are just like me. I took a breath and began to slowly walk in following the rest of my group members only hoping I stay clear and hidden behind. I kept hearing all of these harsh voices but not understanding any of the words that were expressed, only to figure out that they were already off topic from what we were attempting to say. It was as if as soon as people just like them around their ages come in, to take the role of a teacher wasn’t serious enough for them. It was like they thought they could take even more advantage of us; already nervous hesitant and self conscious teenagers.
At this time of experience I was eager to know and understand how teachers have the patience and strength to stand up there whether people are listening or not and teach their own knowledge. I’ve learned that teaching isn’t all as its set out to be, you don’t just read from something you have been given, but you take the time to write down your own thoughts and your own views. It’s kind of like a letter to someone where you write down how you feel about something in particular and show your views on the topic you’re writing about. It’s not as simple as it may seem to be. Standing in front of a class of students where each person may have different views, values and morals trying to meet everyone’s standards just isn’t as easy as talking to someone on a one to one basis. I stood their lost at first trying so hard to find the key in teaching. Everything about teaching that once seemed so easy suddenly was cliché. Becoming the teacher who is expected to instruct an entire class where you absolutely have no idea who anyone is; is a totally different perspective to as if you knew them on a personal basis.
Even in the midst of feeling so out of place, wearing a pair of shoes that just didn’t fit right I kept in the back of my mind the inspiration teachers give me. Teachers inspire me, by just getting up in front of people they may not necessarily know and help them only to progress in their own knowledge. How they give us a chance to become stronger individuals and students. They inspire me by the patience they with hold every single day, and the challenges of overcoming a situation that they may not even want to handle in that time. I’m moved by the way they wake up every morning ready to take on another class of students who may not listen, or participate, and may argue and complain but yet they hang in there with faith and try to understand the student and where he/she may be coming from. I have a better understanding of that now from this experience I attempted. Sometimes people aren’t going to listen to everything you say but you’ve got to believe in yourself enough to try and make a difference for maybe not all of the students but the hope of making a difference for at least one person is what keeps you going, at least that’s how it was for me. Through this task I have realized that you can overcome fears that challenge you. I did not want to stand up in front of that class in a pair of shoes that did not fit trying to be someone I’m not with a passion. It’s in those moments where you find strength and clarity through your struggles. I was set back from the anxious loud teenagers steps away from what I was about to enter in; a class room. I was nervous and afraid, and self conscious of thoughts that would race through their minds. To me I was just like them standing up in front trying to take on a role that just wasn’t for me.
Through this whole entire awful threatening horrid excruciating experience what I’ve learned most was that Struggles we face are there to challenge you; so let it challenge you. Let yourself overcome those challenges. Have faith and let strength take you away. For every struggle we face and challenges we come across only makes us stronger. We may not realize it now but in time we will look back and see the strength we have gained from each struggle that has ever challenged us. This task was a challenge to me only because it was something “new”. It wasn’t like a game of volleyball where I knew exactly where to be at the exact moment. Or knowing where I was supposed to serve the ball. I didn’t know what the exact “label” of a teacher was. As I walked in shoes that did not fit right I’ve learned that beauty is in our differences.

By: Danielle Houston

As I stand with my sandy feet upon the beach with the strength of waves washing up upon my feet, feeling a breeze from the ocean wind and watching the sun as it sets

there's a person running away and trying to hide from the destruction of an enormous fear. Trying to find hope and strength as it destroys their dreams, trying to find sense and hope in that tornadoe.

As I sit on that plane leaving the ground on take off, I look below me and realize i'm on top of the world. I look underneath at all of the lights shining on water, the cars driving fast and lights reflecting off of trees, I see how everything conects and fits together. I see the moon shining bright in the midnight sky than turbulance hit and I feel disturbed.

then is where i know there is a person who felt that distruction and disturbance of turbulance. There's a person who feared flying, there's a person who lived the life of dying. That person faught and gave all their strength in battles of war. War became their life, a life that saved millions.

While I'm driving in a car down a busy highway, trying to find my way.
Others drove down that road and their lives were hit away. Their lives were crushed by another vehicle causing an accident.

When i'm with a friend having a contest to see who can eat the most food or when i'm too full to eat something i waste it away there's someone out there striving to find anything to eat to make the pain go away.

As I miss someone, waiting for them to put an effort out their instead of me trying anymore. Giving up on someone who i love the most not wanting to see their face because of the hurt they caused me there is someone out their wishing they had one more moment with the person they loved the most. Wishing to see their face so the pain of death would go away.

As I am loved by my mom and taught so much by her, there is a person who didn't even know their real mom. Who wasn't loved but givin up by their mom. There's a person who's life is changed because of the motherless child who is lost and not found. A person who's heart is broken for the rejection and fear and hopelessness they feel each and every day.

As i lay out under fireworks as they take off in the sky there's a person who covers their ears as they hear the abnoxious noise inwhich is a reminder of war and all the loved ones killed.

As i lay awake in bed covered with blankets for warmth, theirs a person laying on a park bench with nothing but theirselves and that sign that says "Please give for the homeless".

when I run and feel and bend and jump there's that person who only dreams of running, feeling and bending there legs there's that person whos stuck in that chair for the rest of their lives.

When i wish my life could be better sometimes; i realize we all take things forgranted and realize if one situation you go through is bad there's so many more who suffer from enormous amounts of hurt and they go through things way worst. I realize that when one thing is happening another somewhere out there is too. Whether it's better or worst theres so many things that happen in this world.

Change.

What's the point of "change" ?
I mean if you have a good change i guess it's to make things better for you, but what about the bad changes or the change that isn't suppose to happen.

I guess change is what lets us have the ability to find ourselves. Change provides clarity. It's a simple realization of what you're looking for, and what you need.

We get use to change so easily it becomes apart of us and our worlds. Change is daily we do things differently every day but it's what makes us who we are at the end of the day.

Sometimes you've gotta give a little, and then take a little.

i miss you.

i miss you,
i miss how it use to be
i miss your hugs
i miss the kisses on my cheeks before i left for school
i miss your eyes and your smile
i miss the way things once were
the way you once were here.

i miss you,
i miss it all
i miss the person i looked up too
i miss the person who's suppose to be here when i fall

i wonder why
yet i still believe in you
you're suppose to be here when ever i fall,
or in the night if ever i call

but through the pain i hold in - I won't change my mind, i'll see you through i won't give up on you.

I just don't know.

I sit at this blank page for hours trying to come up with something, trying to come up with clarity, trying to come up with various words.

I can't seem to find them, not anymore.

Why do we as humans have the ability to feel things. .
feelings shouldn't exist.
we shouldn't have to feel things.