Dying Dreams

Dying dreams...everyone has them.  They start out as tiny desires and turn into large, grandiose plans.  They start out as healthy thoughts of motivation and drive, but often close our eyes and minds to other opportunities and paths.  Our lives will NEVER go the way we plan it.  God has amazing plans for every individual.  I thought I would be hired right after college graduation, so didn't happen!!  I thought I would still be living with my best friend, that ended a long time ago.  I thought I would have the typical relationship, both of us living in close proximity.  But, despite the frustrations I have felt because things didn't fit into my plan, I have learned more about myself in the past 3 months than most of my college years.  I have had the mirror put right in front of my face to force me to examine my life and what really matters to me.  I had to let my dreams die so that God could open up his amazing plans for me.  It's like the old Garth Brooks' song "Thank God for Unanswered Prayers".  Letting your dreams die is sometimes essential to let God's plan become reality.  

By Your Side- Tenth Avenue North

Why are you striving these days
Why are you trying to earn grace
Why are you crying
Let me lift up your face
Just don't turn away

Why are you looking for love
Why are you still searching as if I'm not enough
To where will you go child
Tell me where will you run
To where will you run

And I'll be by your side
Wherever you fall
In the dead of night
Whenever you call
And please don't fight
These hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you

Look at these hands and my side
They swallowed the grave on that night
When I drank the world's sin
So I could carry you in
And give you lifeI want to give you life

Cause I, I love you
I want you to know
That I, I love you
I'll never let you go

Black

Black

Black is the immense galaxy, a frigid cave, and the small print of a worn novel.

Black is the taste of licorice, sweet and bitter.

Black smells like an old, musty abandoned house.

Black makes me feel loneliness deep within my soul.

Black is the sound of creepy silence that makes you turn around.

Black is a homeless cat, a broken heart, and a dead end.

Black is a permanent marker.