Given the Opportunity

Hello joy. Hello pain. Hello fears. This is life.
Life is made of of people who care and people who hate. It also contains people who don't understand you and your life. Whoever loves you might end up leaving. But, that is life.

No, it is not life. It is an opportunity. Those we love can leave, but we do not have to take that to heart. We can still love them and they can still remember us. Life is full of tears and sorrow. But, it is also an opportunity to show love and support. You are given an opportunity...take it.

Cry?

"Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened."
~Dr. Seuss

Forever Guilty Part One

Forever Guilty

Here I am to tell my story. my story of guilt.

I ran. I could not stop running. I was running away from the pain and the hurt that had haunted me for my whole life. I was running to get away from my life and everyone that was involved in it. rom the joy also, the joy that kept me in my life. I was running I could not stop running and I did not want to either. My life was a sea of sorrows.

          I started to live my life in a small town called Lyonsville, NJ. Lyonsville was home for me, the squirrels that scuttled from tree reminded me of when I was little and had no worries. The trees bowed down to a little creek that I spent most of my time at. Mountains with a purple glow would protect us from the evil of the outside world. I would often walk into a small clearing and the wildflowers would bounce their heads to invite me in. My world was full of love and compassion.

          My mother was single. My dad had left me when I was two, leaving Mom with a pile of divorce papers and a small pre-mi child to take care of. We were broke. We had nothing to live on, and nothing to live for. My world was braking. Mom received a low paying job five miles away as a waiter in a small café. We managed, and we always had one another.

          When I was thirteen Mom died in a car crash. I was petrified. I did not eat or sleep for almost a week, until I went into foster care. Foster care was not dreadful; in fact it was quite pleasant. My foster prarents were a couple with one kid, a three year old. He was as cute as. Well. A three year old! By the time I was almost fifteen, my foster mom died. I could not bare it, and neither could my foster dad. We moved to the city later that year so my foster dad could get a new job. We were so close, and we did not want to split up, so I was adopted.

          By this time I had convinced myself that I was cursed and that I killed both my mothers and made my real father leave. I did not believe in myself, and I never thought I would. One day I decided to leave, and leave I did. I was tired of the big city with its putrid fish smell, foggy background, and it even tasted like muck! I wanted some fresh, crisp, country air, so I headed to Kentucky. It was not until later that I realized my mistake.

 

                  

        

To be continued...

hope you liked it :P

♥♥♥LOVE♥♥♥

   The thought of beeing loved poped up in my mind as I began to see the light. It was here! All of the pain and the hurt that I expirenced was gone. It just vanished; love can do that. Love is all that is needed to live a wonderful life. And only the true love comes from Jesus. My heart felt like it exploded. I had just excepted Christ as my savior, and it was the best decition I had ever made. My past life was all a foggy memory; it did not matter. Jesus was in my heart now, and it was all I need. I sat back and took in all of the love and grace, and then I began to live my life for Jesus. Because Jesus died for us.

  All of the pain you have now can be gone. Jesus can take it away, and give you love and grace in return. You do not have to live your life in pain; no one does.

Olivia

  

    Many of you know my dog, Olivia, but none of you know how much she means to me. I know some of you LOVE your dogs, but I ♥♥LOVE♥♥my friend. Olivia is a lab-mix, but that doesn’t matter. She is eight years old and is as sweet as a cupcake! She never lets me out of her sight, like she is protecting me. Olivia isn’t only me friend, but my companion (yes, there is a difference!). Olivia and I play outside every day and she always is allowed off-leash because I know she will come back. I never like to think of the day when I have to say good bye; when I do I start to cry! I guess what I am trying to say is that Olivia and I are inseparable, and that she knows me more than any of you know me.  When I am sad or huts, Olivia comforts me. When I am happy, she is too. And when I am mad, she knows my frustration. This is for Olivia, and I suggest that you see how much you are loved.    

           If any of you doubt your dog’s love for you, lock her/him in your car trunk with your friend/parent/spouse, and then see who is still happy to see you.    

♥♥♥ Olivia ♥♥♥

Fishy Names

Here are the names of my fishies:

Red~ Fluffy
Light Blue~ Sizzle
Black~ Zoink
Green~ Mr. Fish
Yellow~ peachy (just for Mimi)
Orange~ Pie
White~ Teacup (just for Gracie)

If you have any suggestion, i shall change the names. Just leave a comment.

Thank you,

Ash :P

Austin

   Everyone, please pray for Austin, he has not been very smart lately and i am worried. For those of you who don't know Austin, he is my 16 year old older brother, and he does need to be prayed for. Oh, and Izzy, don't tell your parents (or your family) these things have a way of sperading rumors. Thanks everyone!

~Ashley