A miracle of faith.

I've discovered that only through faith and love in God, a broken heart can be healed. 

I have fallen in love. I have fallen so in love and I have fallen so hard. 

Discovering how to get back up from that fall has been the most difficult thing in my life, but I know as I am slowly getting back up, and using the help from the Almighty, I can be lifted. And as I am am coming up, I am choosing to lift people up with me. I've had so much love and passion in my heart that I've wanted to give to just one person, but I was not able to do that for one reason or another... so what do I do with this love? I share it with those in need of it. 

I know that through faith in love and in God all of our hearts deepest desires are possible.

Mi milagro de fe.

El numero de estrellas no cuentan el amor que tengo por el.

El dolor de golpes no comparan al dolor que siento por mi corazón roto.

Estrellas no cuentan mi amor.

Con golpes no siento dolor.

Sufro en mi soledad.

Tu fuiste mi milagro de fe.

En la oscuridad no sentia miedo. Lo tenia a mi lado, y sentia paz y seguridad.

No quiero despertar al día porque en mis sueños el es mío.

Recuerdo la paz en la oscuridad.

Despierta al dia con inquietad.

Sufro en mi soledad.

Tu fuiste mi milagro de fe.

Uno sufre en soledad cuando siente que el gesto de su fe es arrebatado.

Debemos vivir con gracias que los milagros de nuestra fe son reales.

Debemos vivir con gracias que cualquier milagro es posible.

Ya no sufre en mi soledad.

Tue fuiste mi milagro de fe.

LIVE YOUR LIFE.

Recently I've discovered many things about life and love. These things are things that will make my pathway and discovery of life less bumpy, and they may not apply to anybody else, but they have made perfect sense to me.

No one is ever "meant to be".

If people were just meant to be, then divorces, and break-ups and heartache would not happen. Being with someone completely lies within yourself and how much effort you're willing to put into that relationship. How much of your heart you're willing to give to that other person, and whether your willing to give up your pride and selfishness to make somebody else happy. Faith and hope are also things that we need. We must hope that things will work out, and we must have faith that everything will work out with all the effort we're putting into the happiness of the life you wish to live with your significant other. If we were just meant to be, we wouldn't have to try anything. This is what makes love so beautiful. Seeing somebody give every part of their being, and sacrifice so many other things, all for your happiness! There is nothing better than that.

A relationship only works based on your effort.

There are Many Roads.

Sometimes we are so caught up with ourselves that we think the way we are doing things is the right way. There are many many many roads. We all end up in the same place. Every one of us, but in order for us to be able to get through life, we have to go on our own road. Every religion has this idea that there is something bigger than any of us, protecting, guiding,  and comforting us. We all carry hope in our own Gods, and all these Gods are taking us to the same place, all these Gods are protecting and guiding us, and most of all comforting us. Every single one of these guides want us to be happy. They want us to find joy in life. But we all discover these things in different places, in different roads. And that is fine! Not a single person is alike, so every single road will be different. There IS one great big plan! But, we've been given the ability to choose how to get to the end/beginning of it.

In the words of Mr. Trevor Hall:

There are many roads and many paths that lead to you, some say their false but I believe all of them are true.

I got pulled over last night.

This is no longer a love blog. Woot woot!

Story time:

I was driving home late last night. And a cop pulls me over.
I roll down my window, shoot my hand out, license in hand.
He asks for my registration and insurance and I search my car for it (if you've ever been in it, you'd understand my struggle.)
He asks me how my day is going, I say it's been terrible. And he chuckles.
I ask him how his day is going, and he says his day is just beginning.
So I say, your gonna bust some a$$e$, right? and he chuckles again and says that's right.
He then tells me not to worry about the papers, and get some red tape to cover up my broken tail light.

My life is good... real good!

Whata man.

SONG TIME: It is about a person and their friend. The friend asks the person why they cry and mourn and search and pray. And then the person tells the friend why. But the someone the person cries and mourns etc.. for is the friend. The friend just doesn't get it.

I wrote this one like over a year ago, and thought it needed more. But now I think it's just fine.

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Why oh why?

From the bottom of my heart I cry. From the depths of my soul mourn.
You ask why oh why do you cry? You ask why oh why do you mourn?

Oh my heart yearns for someone. Oh my soul pleads for lovin.
Oh my heart yearns for someone. Oh my soul pleads for lovin.

All day long I search for someone. And at night I pray for lovin.
You ask why oh why do you search? You ask why oh why do pray?

Oh my heart yearns for someone. Oh my soul pleads for lovin.
Oh my heart yearns for someone. Oh my soul pleads for lovin.

You are that someone that I yearn. And your lovin is what I'm pleadin for.
Yes, you are are that someone that I yearn and your lovin is what I'm pleadin for.

Oh my heart yearns for someone. Oh my soul pleads for lovin.
Oh my heart yearns for someone. Oh my soul pleads for lovin.

This is my love.

Today I reminisced about what I thought what love was.

I thought about these things...

Yellow Volkswagen Beetles.

Love Poems.

Pancakes.

Foot Massages.

Service.

I thought about anyone can do anything...

Early morning blasted music.

Singing your heart out.

Pepsi, Pain Brie, and Feta cheese.

Charles Aznavour and they Gypsy Kings.

Doing the twist!

You are probably asking yourself... How is this love?

There once was a man who married a girl. Their very first vehicle was a brand new yellow volkswagen beetle. They were quite the happy couple. The girl taught at a school in another place, so she would be gone M-F and then be back on the weekends. This man didn't waste any love time. He would write her love poems all week long. And she always came and left knowing she would return to lovely love scripts.

As time moved on, they came to a realization that they did not want to spend so much time apart. So they moved to a far away land. Their family soon grew bigger and bigger with children. The girl had the magic cooking touch, a specialty that is still loved dearly today... pancakes. More than anybody else, they boy loved these pancakes, and insisted she make them every Saturday. So most Saturdays the big family would enjoy dozens and dozens of those delicious pancakes. Soon time moved on once more, some of the children moved away and married. But  few remained at home. One of these kids remembers her daddy coming home from work, and he'd ask for a foot massage. The little girl would do it, hesitantly. But would it woud be done. The boy who had now become a grown boy was quite the character. Early Saturday mornings he would blast some Charles Aznavour or some Gypsy kings and he would sing the house down! The kids didn't always enjoy it. But it didn't matter to him. Sometimes the grown boy and the now grown girl would play some Teen Tops and do the twist in the kitchen. And their kids would laugh and enjoy it. This man was amazing. He did have an addiction. Pepsi, Pain Brie (bread) and feta cheese. Delicious!

This is the story of my Mama and my daddy.

I had the best. I remember getting home from work or school, and my dad would have me sit next to him on the couch and I'd get a foot massage. I remember telling him several times that I wanted to do things, but I just couldn't. And he would tell me everytime I could do whatever I wanted. He was proof of this, my dad can do just about anything you can think of! I remember doing services for people in our ward, or anyone and we hated it. But service is now something that I feel I must do. As I have grown, everything that reminds me of the love that my parents had for one another, or that I felt in my family, I want to continue.

I want a yellow volkswagen beetle more than any car on this planet. I want to come home from work and receive foot massages, while drinking an ice cold Pepsi eating Pain Brie with crumbled Feta cheese while listening to Charles Aznavour. I want to make my significant other pancakes every Saturday morning. I want to wake up to loud beautiful music and loud singing from a man who loves me. I want my signifcant other to have this undying passion to want to serve the world!

The end.

Don't tell to Love, Don't ask for Love

You thought you'd gotten just what you wanted, but oh humans!

It's never enough for us, right?

You know it's bad when you begin to dream about it, and wake up from your dream hoping it's real, and it is! And then you wake up from that dream and realize it was really just a silly dream.

Now what in the world are we talking about??

LOVE, duh.

You are lusting for love (is that even possible?)

You love luster you!

Some people will tell you, that you are asking for too much, others will tell you, you can never have enough.

Both are right.

You can never have enough love but don't even think about asking for it.

Not because it is too much to ask for, but for the sake of yourself!

The rejection usually feels worse than when your dumped:

You don't hear what you want to hear, so what do you do?

Absolutely nothing.

You want to scream but it's as if your vocal chords have been removed, you stiffen up like a dead animal.

When you're touched you want to tell them to get their damn hand off of you, but at the same time you want to be held.

But once again you have no vocal chords, and you can't move.

The only thing you can do is CRY.

You still have no love, and you know that somehow it should be there but it's not.

So you go home and cry to your mommy and your daddy.

LOVE IS GIVEN TO BE GIVEN.

I forget to see the love and beauty in everything.
I forget that loving is easy, but forgetting to love is easier.
I forget to love love, because it is love.
I just forget alot, and I don't want to forget anything about love.
I don't want to forget that loving alone makes a person happy.
There is so much harmony in love.
There is so much PATIENCE in love.
There is so much peace in love.
AND THERE IS SO MUCH LOVE IN LOVE.


The End.

Sunday is now LOVEDAY.

What a day of love.

I am inlove. I am inlove with the fact that someday I will be able to experience a romantic kind of love, at it's fullest...

How do I know this?

Because I have FAITH that this will occur. And I don't doubt Faith one bit.

I look forward to the day a man will tell me that I am EVERYTHING he has been looking for, I am the one thing he would not even think of being with out.

It'll be the best day of my life.

Next love note...

Today my family joined together in love.

We spoke about how faith and love go together hand in hand.

We spoke about never giving up on either one...

When we practice these, MIRACLES HAPPEN.

My family is going through you know, your typical shiz... But, we are going to conquer it like conquistadors, cuz we are that tough, and that BAD A, and have a hell of alot of love, and a hell of alot of faith.

So my advice for everyone else...

When life gives you lemons, add some sugar, drink it up and eventually you'll pee it out and be rid of it.