Finding Myself
It's taken a while
It's been a bit hard
I've needed some help
But I've finally found myself
God sent me His love
He gave me some songs
He sent me some friends
And He's helped me along
I can finally say that I've found myself
I can love each piece of me
Even if it's not every day
I've been helped and I can find a way
The “Good Kid”
I've always been the "good kid"
The one that parents like
Don't cause problems, don't make trouble
I'll be the peacemaker
I sit in the middle
I keep my head down
Eyes closed, ears open
Bear through the pain or discomfort for harmony
Just sit and listen
Be quiet, keep still, and try to make people proud
That's all you gotta do if you want to be the "good kid"
Really not that much but it starts to bear down
It's not all that great
I keep secrets and overhear them
I'm barely holding it together
The "good kid" stuff never stops
The world beats and pushes and breaks
They snap you over and pull out the stakes
With dirt below and clouds overhead
The world on accident makes sure you're dead
But He'll pull you out and help you see
What the world around won't let you be
You can be inspiring intelligent and kind
You and He can have an unbreakable bind
If only you treat those around with love
He'll teach you what it's like above
God and the world are not the same
He's just and has grace and love unfeigned
He'll give you peace and a kinder heart
If only you ask and give a sincere part
Our father above can handle all things
As long as you let Him and give Him the reins
Quitting Surviving, Starting Living
Getting ready for the day is always a hassle, we can all agree on that. Wake up, get dressed, brush teeth, eat breakfast, leave for school/work. So, why was it different this time? Ryker went through all the motions but somehow it- meant something now. Fall is finally arriving and the leaves are changing and dying. It's not a sad death though. It is
more like a re-birth, see, the leaves fall and land on the ground, and when they decompose the
tree uses that nutrients to grow and flourish. Before, getting ready for the day to Ryker meant getting ready to do the same thing over again as yesterday. Eventually, he got tired of it and turned to his friend Google for suggestions on how to make life more interesting. One of the first things that popped up was consciously being kind to people all day. Okay simple task. Our friend woke up and made an extra piece of toast for his brother's breakfast before school. He said hi to people who were normally overlooked in the halls. Once back home he played with his little sister more willingly than usual. Done, checked off the list. Next was to do something different, no matter how small, each day than the day before. Something changeable in Ryker's routine... why not use a different toothbrush, then wear a hat to work, then on and on.
About a month after keeping up with a bunch of those habits Ryker woke up to his alarm and was excited? Maybe not excited but definitely something other than the usual dismal feeling. It meant something to him now, to wake up and not be in pain like some people, to wake up and be able to get ready and accomplish things without help. It is definitely not a big change, no definitely not, but it's a start to living, rather than simply surviving.