Word Game

Let's play a word game. I say a word then type the first word that comes into my head, then look at how silly I really am. You should try it!

1) The H sign on roads = Honda (Listen to way too much Beach Boys, I'd never find a hospital if I needed one.)

2) Coffee = Starbucks (Is there any other kind?)

3) Alaska = Paradise (Love cold air, Grandfather pastured churches there!)

4) Evil = Certain Family Members ********* (Won't name names!)

5) Color = Blue, Pink, Purple (Too many to choose from!)

6) Number = 7 (Religious buffs should know why on that one!, 7 is the number of God, because 6 represents how far a man can go on his own, where as 7 is the number of God.)

7) Bible Verse = Psalms 91 (Soothing and calming verse of overcoming!)

8) Country = Israel (The Holy Land!)

9) Food = Pizza (Hey, it's what popped into my head first!!!)

10) England = Twiggy, Mad King George, Boston Tea Party (There's just too much to think of here, Twiggy love her, Mad King George reminds me of Porphyria, reminds me of myself, Boston Tea Party, hello Americans!!)

11) Superhero = God (Who else, of course God!!!!!!!)

Locked Away Like A Fairy Tale

A lost slipper, long tresses of gold, a sleeping beauty the story beholds.
Lost in a never ending wonderland, dreams awake and nightmares begin.

Just like a princess locked up in a castle tower, a wondering mermaid looking for her place between two worlds.
My story is no different than a fairy tale. Only a happy ending is still to be here.

Caught in a world of mass confusion. I suffer daily dis-allusions.
Living in a prison cell all my own. Locked up in my own body that's true imprisonment.
A blood disease, a curse, and no cure. I live in pain, both physical and mental.
Sometimes I think one wrong step will put me away for life, like they would come and get me and lock me up in a straight jacket.

If I told the world the real amount of pain I was in. They wouldn't know what on earth was keeping me here. They couldn't understand how I deal with the pain. Even I don't know how I get through the days. I can just count it all to faith. The power of God is mighty and the disease small.

Remember this next time you think your life is too tough. Most people don't know what true pain is, sheer horror that can only be felt inside, feeling like your blood is roasting you alive. Lost in a world of science fiction and reality, you never know just what to believe. So I turn to God as my only source of comfort in these things. Only God can save me from a horrible fate. I pray one day there is a cure and no other person has to suffer like I do. I pray that they find God if they are sick too.