A Piece of Hope.

I wrote this on April 23, 2023. I never shared this poem because I wanted to do a few things with it, but I needed the comfort it offered, and I thought that I would share it for others who might also need the comfort and peace it brings.

Something special.

I was thinking to myself this morning about some things, and I couldn't let it go. So I thought I'd write a little poem about it, and I did, and I think it says what I want it to.

Sometimes it's hard being me. 

I overthink all the things about my appearance.
I'm pretty sure 99% of the things that I worry about are only noticed by me.

Sometimes I think my friends are exaggerating when they tell me I'm beautiful.
But I know that can't be true because it's impossible for 100% of my friends to all be exaggerating my beauty. Someone's bound to tell the truth. 

So the only other plausible option is that I'm beautiful. 

Not just on the outside–on the inside too. 

Again, I overthink all the things and criticize all the parts of my personality.

But I'm reminded by my friends that they love me. 

And that I am beautiful. And capable. And strong.

And I remember that I'm a daughter of God. And He loves me. And He wants me to be who I am because that's who He made. He made me. And He loves me exactly the way I am. He made me something special because He knows I can be something special.

So who am I to question God? If He thinks I'm something special, I must indeed be something special.

~~"Something Special", a poem by Me

Just a little poem. :)

I know it's the middle of the week but I was doing some deep thinking a couple days ago and I wrote this poem and I thought I'd share it. :)

In a big, dark room in the back of my mind, there's a single spotlight.
It's nothing big, just a little dream.
But it's heavy–a weight on my shoulders.
It shouldn't be this heavy–it's just a little dream–a wish.
But it's heavy. 
"What if" and "Oh, but it can't happen" thoughts drown out all the "It could happen"s of this dream. 
I'm drowning in a sea of thoughts, all made by me.
I've done all I can do to stop drowning but it's not enough. It's never enough.
So I kneel in prayer, and ask for strength and peace of mind.
And suddenly I'm lifted.
Finally I can breathe.
My thoughts aren't so heavy.
I look beside me to see my Savior, lifting with me.
What a comfort that is, to know He's always beside me.
Whatever happens–whether or not this dream will be–I know my Savior will be there. He'll help lift my burdens and fix all the broken pieces of me.
Someday this dream will be but a memory–a small piece of my life–and someday I'll be, and do, and have many things, bigger and better than I've ever dreamed to be, do, and have in my life.
But for now?
I'll dream.
I'll breathe.
I'll live.
I'll pray.
And I'll wait for the days when I get to see what my life is made of.
~"He Lifts Heavy Dreams" by Mattie Radke

If I Could.

If I Could:
If I could feel my Savior's love, would I ever feel unloved?

If I could feel His arms around me, would I ever feel sad?

If I could feel His presence, would I ever feel alone?

If I could understand His grace, would I ever feel lost?

If I could understand the Atonement, would I ever feel unforgiven?

If I could understand the Plan, would I ever falter from the path?

If I could love as He did, would I ever impede my neighbors?

If I could serve as He did, would I ever leave someone in need?

If I could care as He did, would I ever ignore someone in need?

Because I have felt my Savior's love, I feel loved.

Because I have felt His arms around me, I am happy.

Because I have felt His presence, I know I'm not alone.

Though I do not fully understand His grace, I do not feel lost.

Though I do not fully understand the Atonement, I do not feel unforgiven.

Though I do not fully understand the Plan, I try not to falter from the path.

Because I try to love as He did, I love my neighbor.

Because I try to serve as He did, I serve those around me.

Because I try to care as He did, I help those in need. 

Because He loved–and because He loves–I, too, love. 

~~A poem by Me

I know He loves me. I know He is always there for me. I know that He loves and is there for you, too. And because He cannot serve us personally, He sends people to us to help us out. I love being the answer to someone's prayers, because sometimes being the answer to someone's prayer answers my prayers. Plus, I just love making people happy. :) I know that God loves it when everyone is happy, too, so I am always trying to make those that I meet happy because I know that that's what Jesus would do. I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, amen. 

Maybe one day.

Maybe one day I'll remember.

Maybe one day I will see.

Maybe one day I will hear.

Maybe one day I will stumble. 

Maybe one day I will glance. 

Maybe one day I will look.

Maybe one day I will cry. 

Maybe one day I will run. 

Maybe one day I will sob. 

Maybe one day I will kneel. 

Maybe one day I will touch. 

Maybe one day I will feel.

Maybe one day I'll remember.
Hopefully by then, I will know Him.

~~A poem by Me