Simple, sincere people seldom speak much of their piety. It shows itself in acts rather than in words, and has more influence than homilies or protestations. Beth could not reason upon or explain the faith that gave her courage and patience to give up life, and cheerfully wait for death. Like a confiding child, she asked no questions, but left everything to God and nature, Father and Mother of us all, feeling sure that they, and they only, could teach and strengthen heart and spirit for this life and the life to come. She did not rebuke Jo with saintly speeches, only loved her better for her passionate affection, and clung more closely to the dear human love, from which our Father never means us to be weaned, but through which He draws us closer to Himself. She could not say, I'm glad to go, for life was very sweet for her. She could only sob out, I try to be willing, while she held fast to Jo, as the first bitter wave of this great sorrow broke over them together.
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Beth could not reason upon or explain the faith that gave her courage and patience to give up life, and cheerfully wait for death. Like a confiding child, she asked no questions, but left everything to God and nature, Father and Mother of us all, feeling sure that they, and they only, could teach and strengthen heart and spirit for this life and the life to come.
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Moonlight falls on the gravestone like death the gravestone is mine... a crow caws so close to my ear, i taste a bitter taste and it smells like death i see nothing but utter stillness i can see my fear run through the yard i see the ghost of curt cobain run through the yard and i chase after him there is a taste of sweet dew on my tongue in my bedroom there are posters on the wall i read a note over and over again and the words 'sup loser' haunt me... the giants peer over the midgets intimidating he loves everything about me, why does he had me so? the dull pencil of life tried to write on the soul and failed. i am as happy as a dull face in the dark my eyes go from ice blue to pitch black in the blink of an eye Lydia is dead in her mind. in the next months i'll walk through in a daze the hazy fog echoes as she lives for death she dies everyday and lives for tomorow elle amour mort mais elles deteste vie her pen writes on the pages of her heart a sweet song she will end the wait of life with the death of spirits.
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If growing up is the process of creating ideas and dreams about what life should be, then maturity is letting go again.
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We can't begin to understand what God has planned for us, But we face each day with a smile, and in his name we trust For in this vast world.....is Love If only we could see the dove It seems sometimes he doesn't care When things get rough and hard to bear But with our Faith we can survive Because in our hearts HE is Alive
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My Image: As I sit here in the dust of wonder, And look as the years pass me by, I ask you, Where are the peices of my heart and soul? I seem to be unbroken, Yet I'm torn apart inside. They're right when they say I have problems, And it hurts me too. I'm not as bad as you may think, And your not as perfect as it seems.
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Figures won't lie, but liars can figure.
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It's such a difficult age. They're caught between a delicate balance of being under their parents' watchful eye and being totally independent.
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I just want to be invited to the party.
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Psalms 119:9:
Beth. How can those who are young keep their way pure? By living according to your word.
(NIV)
How shall a young man cleanse his way? By taking heed and keeping watch [on himself] according to Your word [conforming his life to it].
(AMP)
Wherewithal shall a young man cleanse his way? by taking heed thereto according to thy word.
(KJV)
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Beth Are there any guys out there who are JUST NORMAL
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I always said you have to be really smart or really dumb to play this game well. I just don't know where I fit in.
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All my hope is everyday that you will love me this I pray But as the each day passes and the end draws near What I wish for the most becomes my greatest fear.
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