Creative writer with a main focus on poetry, but also interested in other forms of writing! I write to inspire people, and to bring a little bit of joy into their lives! For inspiration I don't just use my own life and thoughts, I also enjoy storytelling. On the side, I enjoy art and photography, which is also a great inspiration source for my writings! I hope you will enjoy my work as much as I enjoy writing it!
I remember a time when I turned the tape of a cassette back with the end of my pencil because somehow it got stuck in the wheel of my recorder. I remember listening to the radio for hours on end, waiting for that one song, that would make me press, the button to record, so, I could listen to it over and again. I would sit in my bedroom, listening to my favorite songs, singing and dancing, until my brother, would bounce on my door, asking me for silence. The neighbors would complain, about my off-key voice, or the music being too loud, but I never listened, and disappeared in my own world. This time without phones, social media, or internet, was a simple world, where I could forget everything, and sometimes I want to go back, and relive that time all over again. I wonder, what is holding me back?
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I see you, with a piece of chocolate, between your teeth, and a cup of coffee, in your hand – Confidence is knowing who you are. It is knowing, whose you are. The freedom of being, without worrying, what other people think. You are getting there. And my love, it is the most beautiful thing!
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In a hot air balloon hanging like a red rose above my head I oversee the land my life and all that is in it Sheep like needle points Houses like small pebbles and roads like an effortless stitch on an embroidered patchwork On the ground I only see the threads but up here I finally understand where life is taking me
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I lift up a song spread my wings and get carried on the soft wind of God’s Spirit
My eyes see colors I have never seen before and the longer I sing the more I know that singing brings me so much closer to God than I have ever been before
So I sing from the depth of my soul until every note has made it to God’s throne!
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Be brave enough to love, more than you ever loved yourself. By putting someone else first you learn to forget yourself, and all the problems, you keep carrying around. It is the other at number one, that allows you to breathe, and to learn how to trust, humanity all over again, after life came crashing down. Be brave enough to love, because not everybody is the same, and the next person you meet, could feel the same way about you, putting you first in all you do. So, be brave to take that step, to give love without asking it back.
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It is the shortest sentence in the entire bible. Jesus wept. He wept over Marta. Over Mary. Over His friend Lazarus, who just died. And He cried over the pain of the people surrounding Him. He cried. He feels their pain!
This morning, I was studying this bible verse when the Lord asked me a question. It caused an earthquake in my soul. Jesus asked me, “How often have you read this and not cared?” Ouch, that one hurt. It did not hurt because I felt a reprimand from Him, but it hurt because I knew, He was right! And I started to write down all my thoughts in my journal. Thoughts I want to share with you now.
I have read this too many times and did not care, to be honest. Because my own grief was too big to notice it. Because I was surviving pain and anxiety every day of my life. Because I was still dragging the past along with me on my shoulders. Today however, I did notice it! Today was the first day when I noticed how wrong I was about my Lord and Savior!
You know, I always thought Jesus did not really care about me, my feelings, or my problems. There was simply too much of it. And in my own self-pity, as I was drowning in a pool of darkness, I did not notice the hand that was stretched out to me. I did not notice the tears that were shed on my behalf. Jesus ‘hand. Jesus tears. But I see it now! I see it so clearly. And it may have taken me a while, but I have grabbed His hand, and I have let Him pull me out of my darkness.
Jesus cares! He cares so much more than we could ever imagine. He is not a distant God that watches us from a throne on high, shaking His head over our inadequacy! No! He cares so much about us that He cries! He cries over our pain, our grief, and our anxiety. And today He is still reaching out to us! Desperate for us to know Him, come to Him, and be saved!
Give Him a chance! Jesus cannot help if we do not allow Him to. He reaches His hand out to you, and to me, but it is up to us to grab it! So, I am writing this today to urge you to grab His hand. Let Him save you! Let Him fill your heart and soul with His abounding love and peace! I can safely say, you will not regret it!
The first day of March, I notice the first buds, on the dead-looking plants. The first signs of spring, waiting to bloom, in all her colors. It reminds me that, even when life seems hopeless, when the days are grey, and my heart feels dull, there is new life waiting to grow, and new chances waiting, for me to find them. It reminds me, there is always hope!
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The sun shines on the earth, and touches my cheeks, with the warmth of her light. I hear birds singing songs. I see flowers grow, in a million different colors, dancing on the music, of God’s joyful wind. Butterflies are born in my heart, and released on the words, of my poetic prayers. Heaven is a beautiful place, where the light never dims, and humans never fight. Where hunger does not exist, illness has no place to live, and children never grow old, without the love of a parent. I see a world better than my own, where my soul clearly knows, the beatings of my own drum. To see God in a ray of Holy Light, smiling at me in my own dreams, is a delight I never took for granted. But to see it with my own eyes, is a dream I cannot wait to happen.
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Out of control are the thoughts, which cannot be controlled.
I search for peace in a chaotic world, and cry myself asleep at night, in the darkness of the earth.
I long to rest on the wings of a robin, and lean against her orange chest, listening to her heartbeat, that so easily rocks me to sleep.
Snow falls unexpectedly, and I enjoy the silence of the world. Only the echo of God’s voice, reflected in the roots of nature, released by the greens leaves of spring, find their way to my mind, and loosen the endorphins, that have hidden for so long.
Once again, I sleep underneath, the safe wings of a robin, and listen to the music of her heartbeat, echoing through this messy world.
In the silence of the moment, when the walls close in on me, and I hear my own heart scream, I listen to the heartbeat of the Holy Spirit, and the fire of His love, finally sets me free.
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