Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Inspiration BY: Rebekah Kadingo

Let me tell you what gives me inspiration.
When you wake up to a morning and the sun looks like its
gone, but it's really there hiding behind the clouds
and the rain falls softly through the trees
The birds sing a song of joy as if they're thanking God
for the rain and when the sun comes out, there is still dew
on the leaves.
The sun shines a soft light on a spiders web
and the dew sparkles like diamonds that gives me inspiration.

When the leaves of fall start to change from green to crisp
red and golden yellow and the wind gently blows
them down.
When it gathers speed it whirrls them into a dance
and I sometimes want to join then and sing to Jesus
telling him how much I love him, thanking him
for such a beautiful day.
A day when the world seems to be perfect in every way.
There is no time for fear or doubt
it just doesn't seem to exist and if we have joy it really
doesn't.
That gives me inspiration.

And when the sun shines on warm
on a cool day at the beach in late september.
The waters are so clear it looks like glass with waves of crystal
and the sun sets it gives the shore
a iridescent glow.
In that moment all you want is someone to dance with and share the night.
Be it a best friend or someone that loves you as much as you
love them.
And then you remember that Jesus is always with you and loves you
more than anyone ever will.
You know that he completes you
and that is what gives me
Inspiration

Thursday, October 13, 2011

I Love you more BY: REBEKAH KADINGO

I love you more than there are stars in the sky
I love you more than there are rain drops atop the petals of the flowers
that grow in my garden

I love you more than there are rays of sunshine in summertime
I love you more than there is joy
in the hearts of children everywhere

I love you more than there are tulips among the hillsides of Holland
I love you more than there are flavors of ice cream

I love you more than there are seashells found
on the shore of every beach on this earth
I love you more than the tears that fall from my eyes each time
we are parted for far too long.

You are my greatest treasure, the gift I hold most dear!
You are my heart and that which I love more than
I imagined to be possible!

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Quote By: REBEKAH KADINGO

Snowflakes are angel kisses.

A Lovers Cry by: REBEKAH KADINGO

My love has gone to a better place
her heart was pure and full of grace
so as I kissed her gentle face
bring to me sweet arrow death
and take away my last breath
and I promise you will see
I will be with her in heaven for eternity

The Flu by: REBEKAH KADINGO

A sick little boy with the flu
went to church without a tissue
he sneezed on his friends
and then in the end
they all got sick too

The moral of the story is sad but true
don't leave the house with the flu!!!!

Write Dreamer By REBEKAH KADINGO

My blood is ink, I'm a writer at heart
It's a great passion of mine, and it brings me joy
to have what I think is just a simple idea
become and inspiration and a great adventure
that unfolds when I start to write.
As the pen touches and strikes the page
my mind takes off to the small but yet vast corners
where I hold all the dreams, ideas, and tales of my heart.
They're safe in my corner where no one can see or hear them
and no one can judge them, or criticize my dreams as people tend to do.
I don't think that they mean to, but the world has grown
to judge and now a day everyone is a critic
and thinks they that they know best
and have a duty to make sure that everyone else knows that they do.
And although, yes opinions are needed,
though not always welcome.
Can't we learn to be kind, and not have such a harsh and judgmental eye
on the dreams and ideas that are not ours,
but are the dreams, hopes and ideas of a soul and mind that just wants to be heard.
Because who are we to judge?
And take away the dreams of the soul that just wishes for a world of
hope
love
true joy
and adventure
so lets think before we judge the writer and what she writes
or the dreamer and what she dreams
they're such beautiful dreams and we need to let them fly and just sit back
and watch them unfold into the wonderful and amazing stories
waiting to be told.
My blood is ink and I'm a writer
NO
I'm a dreamer at heart.