I'm a Pumpkin!

A woman was asked by a coworker, "What is it like to be a Christian?" The coworker replied, "It is like being a pumpkin." God picks you from the patch, brings you in, and washes all the dirt off of you. Then He cuts off the top and scoops out all the yucky stuff.He removes the seeds of doubt, hate, and greed. Then He carves you a new smiling face and puts His light inside of you to shine for all the world to see."

For the Beauty of the Earth

For the joy of human love,

Brother, sister, parent, child;

Friends on Earth and friends above,
For all gentle thoughts and mild;
Lord of all, to Thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise!!

~ Folliott S. Pierpoint

(I'm having a little early thanksgiving)

I didn't write this, (In the name of Love) but I like it a lot and can definately say this describes me!

I’m not a sinner, but I sin.

I’m not a singer, but I sing.

I’m not a writer, but I write.

I’m not a seeker, but I seek.

I’m not a dancer, but I dance.

I’m not a speaker, but I speak.

I’m not a Saint, but I’m a saint.

I’m not a mother, but I mother.

I’m not a feminist, but I’m feminine.

I’m not an college student, but I’m a student.

I’m not perfect, but I’m an imperfect perfectionist.

I’m more than just she, I’m me.

"It's funny how you find you enjoy this life when your happy to be alive!"

- Reliant K

Hi! I wanted to share with y'all a poem-I hope you like it!

Let Me Carry It

Once upon an evening,

God gave me a life.

It was good and full of meaning,

Beautiful, and free of strife.

I was glad to be His daughter,

To be walking in the light.

I had the living water,

And I did what I thought was right.

But I still had my worries, my anger, my pride

I would not show them to the crown.

My faults and troubles I tried to hide

Till my burden weighed me down.

"Let me carry it," said my Father,

"For you are weak and battered."

I said,"No, there are weaker souls You can bother!"

And I labored till my life fell and shattered.

So God stooped down to earth

To carry my broken soul.

I knew not He could give me mirth,

And yet He made me whole.

So I said,"Surely now I can carry the load."

And I took away from God's rightful reign.

But I soon learned it was a dark and hard road,

For I fell and wept again.

"Father!" I cried, "Why do we have painful years?

And why can't our moments be gay?"

He replied,"There will be a glorious day when there are no more tears.

But through these dark moments let me carry you today."