The recipe for a life of abundance, joy and prosperity is being in relationship with the Creator and seeking His presence through His Word and Truth. The alternative is to seek the philosophies and ideologies of the world that seem to make sense but usually end in misery and failure. This profound Psalm, while only 6 verses long, gives the recipe for true success in every circumstance conceivable.

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Falling into debt felt embarrassing and overwhelming, but paying it off has been a series of small steps. I'm still digging my way out, but here's how I finally stopped ignoring the problem and started taking real steps forward.

It's easy to get caught up on the things that's going on around us. In this stream you'll be able to learn how to draw back from the world and draw inwards to yourself.

Unshackled: A True Story of a Teen Mom’s Battle Through Cartel, Addiction, and Faith - This is only the beginning.

I have a tradition where I write a poem on Dec 31st of every year to describe how the year felt. This is my poem from Dec 31, 2020. I was lucky enough to be in a part of the world that was sheltered from the worst of covid, being in a small beach town on the pacific coast of Costa Rica. The cities there did worse, as did every densely populated area of the world. I was lucky and grateful and I'll never forget that.

As a young person going through life without a clear path it is hard to manage and cope with things, especially when something traumatic happens to them. In this poem it shows a struggle that most people go through without a helping hand or a voice, it shines a light on emotional struggles and the feeling of abandonment by someone that is supposed to be your up guiding support but doesn't acknowledge it. But, a long the way you find a love that feels that void and helps with struggles and healing.

Sometimes I tell myself
it wasn’t my fault.
That she made her choice
 for her own reasons,
 that life just unfolded
the way it did. But the truth always circles back.
And it whispers—
you could’ve said yes.
 You could’ve said more,
done more,
 been more.

This is something I'm dealing with mentally. If you grew up feeling unwanted by your family, then I'm sure you'll understand where I'm coming from.

This would be a story about how I was in a car accident and what happened to me after the accident and what injuries I got from it

This is a small essay my English teacher from last year had her students write. I wasn't particularly proud of it then, but I like it a lot more now.

If I were a dragon, I wouldn't hoard gold; my hoard would be an overstuffed, slightly disorganized filing cabinet crammed with hobbies and random bits of information. This new “blogging” hobby is the metaphysical manifestation of me pulling out those papers one by one and showing them to you — whether you asked for them or not. Welcome to my first post.

This poem was written while I was going from in & out of mental hospitals. It was a real life struggle to deal with. And I'm hoping some of you might actually stay to read it.

Love is the most beautiful, hurtful, stupid, fun, amazing, crazy, happy, sad thing you can ever experience.

My brain is my own very personal hell. LET ME OUT! Anxiety and depression and mania! OH MY!!!!!!!!!!

This essay is about the moment I ceased being recognized as a person in a medical setting, and the deeper spiritual wound of disappearing inside my own body. It explores erasure not as physical suffering, but as the quiet dismantling of identity — the uninhabiting of the self. The story lives in absence first, then traces the return of personhood through belonging and divine naming.This is a story about what it means to vanish in plain sight — and the moment God returned me to myself.

A short version of my story written with a touch of my hometown southern grit. I grew up in a one stop light town in rural North Carolina. I wanted to try to bring some of that "small southern town" energy thru to the reader with this one.

Where can I publish? I am trying to get my work out there and make some money not sure if it pays, but I really do enjoy every bit of it. I just need help, I’m not sure where to go. Writing is my favorite and I’ve grown so much since high school and would love to share. If ANYONE can point me in the direction to get paid for some of my work- that would be amazing! I kinda wanted to make a book… not sure yet! That’s another chapter I’m not submitting yet but was hoping to bring my idea to an illustrator or something. PLEASE HELP. Thanks in advance.

This entry is my 'second song' I wrote a while back. Titled, Bacillus, this is taking inspiration from bacteria-Bacillus is a rod shaped bacteria that forms resilient endospores. Science and poetry on the occasion merge quite well :)

This entry is a song that I wrote a while back-Lyrics came from some poetry I was doing in my journal, upon some reflection, I decided to write a song about some of my lived experiences and struggles with family and mental health-this is just for fun and wanted to post it somewhere! Thank you for reading!