My faith is beautiful.

My faith is beautiful,

His words are my thoughts,

My conscience is Him,

So still, yet broad

My faith is beautiful,

yet torn into two.

What I desperately want to say is,

that I choose You.

My faith is beautiful,

but you are even more.

I cry, wanting more.

But I must move first.

You are beautiful.

Vainity Ruins Life

Just look at mine.

Just ONE of God's greatest gifts.

God is beautiful, God is great, God is Everything.

I cry in my heart even to think this.
"...If God is for us, who can be against us?" -Romans 8:31

Viva La Vivienne

these shoes were made for me///vivienne westwood for melissa

I'm Melissa and I skip along blogs often. I found these and fell in love. Miracles do happen, by the Grace of God.

Now I shall proceed to smile and laugh and I stare at these for a few hours.

I think friendship is beautiful.

I love my friends with a passion, the ones I am closest with. I am so blessed that they are there for me, and that I can always be there for them. They are beautiful creatures that I thank God for.
I wonder what I would do if they were gone.
A good test for me to see who I really care about.
5.
5 beautiful friends out of the hundreds and hundreds I would miss.
Talk about special.

I love you.

Truly, I love fluffs.

I want you to read Crafty Words and Gold Sea Foam. Maybe you'll understand my mind a bit more. (:

Sad day.

Have you ever felt terrible about saying something out loud? A personal opinion or observation. It's hard for me to deal with the negativity of it all if someone takes it personally.



I mean, it's just brain throw up.

Romans 3:23
"For all have sinned and come short to the glory of God."

You can say that again!

And to that person I hurt,
I'm sorry.
):

"If Pointing is Rude,"

"then what is considered gazing into poeple's eyes?"

I think that my mind is so filled with pink and frosting and princesses and rings,

that it's hard for me imagine a mind without it.

You're Sick.

http://www.fictionpress.com/~youresick

Some of them are old, some of them are new.

Most of them need to be edited, for my taste change as the days go on.

(: Review.

Plummet into the Ocean

I've always thought of memories in colors, for they are beautiful and seem as if they are their own words.

beneathmybones

Seafoam on top I see, then I plummet into the ocean.

Frost.

haiku.

Plums dive off the tree

Exclamations in the air

Plum stains paint the sky

Remember me?

I think that you might. (:

This is my new blog. (I know I make a lot, but this is IT!)

Blog/diary/love.