There's perfect, there's normal, and then there's me.
Listen closely and I'll tell you what I mean:
Perfect wears a dress sized two,
Her little foot wears a seven shoe.
Perfect nose and perfect smile,
Eyes made to win and beguile.
Perfect body and perfect face,
Perfect hair, always in place.
Now normal tells a rather sad tale,
In perfectness does surely fail.
Messy bun and camo flip-flops,
Red plaid pajama bottoms and a pink tank-top.
Neon-green nails, painted weeks ago,
Too much makeup, putting on a show.

I am a terrible person. If I said that out loud, I would be met with scores of replies from friends who think I am just having a bad day, or being just a little insecure. But I can trust you guys to take me at my word - I am a bad person. Not in an "everyone's a sinner" kind of way, but in a truly horrible "I hurt the people around me" kind of way. The part of me that still feels like I must always tell the truth shudders a little when truth or dare comes around, and I thank my lucky stars that everybody knows me as more of a "dare" kind of gal.

I can smell the liquor on his breath

See the trouble in his eyes

The gangs he hangs out with

The beanie covering his hair

He’s only twelve.

Skater shoes not done all the way up

Loose pants, too big, hang down on the floor

Itching hands down by his sides

Coarse words are shouted from his lips to gain attention

He’s only twelve.

I give him a wave

He gets excited by my smile alone

Because now he knows

That somebody cares.

He’s only twelve.

*WARNING* Some mature thematic content. There is mention of drugs and other forms of abuse, which is obviously not put in a positive light. It's a pretty dark storyline, but the story itself is not particularly dark, if that makes sense.

God is always in control,
Watching faithfully over every soul;
Joyfully on our way we should roll.

Most of the time the rocks are rough,
That means our feet should really be tough;
Calloused, used to trouble, sure enough.

Calloused doesn't mean uncaring,
We should always be bewaring;
With temptations our paths are sharing.

For easy paths we should not lust,
Lessons God teaches us are just;
In bad and good trust Him we must.

Blessings come in many sizes,
Often they are big surprises:
Sometimes large but mostly small,
They are perfect for us all.
Lil' Blessings is waiting near,
For the time when it's to appear;
It will be done in God's perfect timing,
Please forgive our impatient whining.
Don't be worried, frazzled, or stressed;
With Lil' Blessings we'll still be blessed.

Galatians 5:22,23 kjv
"The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law."

Sixty-five roses in a vase by a bed,
The thirtieth birthday of a loved father-head.
A foster dad, a favorite big brother, 
A good Christian man, a true and faithful warrior. 

With Cystic Fibrosis his lungs slave away, 
The Doc said he might live to his eighteenth birthday. 
His cheerful countenance is loved by all,
Many memories are made with him to recall. 

The twelve-year-old girl laughed as she drew the reigns of her horse in, and tucked a strand of stray wavy brown hair behind her ear. Her pigtail braids were rather loose after her wild gallop across the fields.
"That was fun!" She said to her companion.
"Yeah, it was! I had always wanted to heard cows like that, and now I really have!"
"Me too! It makes me feel like a real cowgirl."

How come everyone complains
About how hard life's getting,
When on that tree at Calvary
My holy King was smitten?

God sacrificed His only Son
To ransom all His chosen ones.
On that cross Christ forgave us,
Then He cried "It is done!"

Child of God He's forgiven you,
Can you forgive yourself?
It is wrong yet still you sin,
And then you put it on the shelf.