Guest Post - Broken Heart

Hi everyone! M. here to share another wonderful friend of mine! Well, not share her, rather, she wrote a wonderful post to share on our blog! Her name is Lucille Maria and she's a writer at heart. (Like me!)

Here you go! Hope you enjoy it!

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         I am sitting, shivering on a lonely curb, gazing emptily at the broken heart in my hands. Tears slip down my cheeks as I study its cracked surface. A raindrop falls forlornly on my head, yet I hardly notice its cold sensation as my mind reels, its wheels spinning faster than I can keep up with.

   Maybe...maybe if I just call him back...

   You fool! my mind scolds. He's the one who broke it; he won't fix it!

    No... raindrops roll down my neck and in rivulets between my sneakers. It was my fault. And maybe...if I heal his....he'll heal mine.

    I sniff back the tears pooling in my eyes, caressing his cold, barely pulsing heart as my own chest aches terribly. And I still just sit there, the rain weighing on my shoulders, making me just as miserable as I felt.

    I tilt my head to the side, my eyes catching  just the right angle as the rain runs down its lonely surface: His broken heart looks like it's crying.

    My body feels like it belongs to someone else as I robotically stand to my feet. My hands slip the heart in my pocket. My voice croaks, calling his name. I call again, louder and clearer. I turn around, my eyes searching the gray, deserted landscape. The tears meld with the rain trailing down my face as the acid of sorrow and regret eat away at me from the inside.

   My feet move in the direction he had disappeared, where he had turned away from me and never looked back.

   I am running, my own cries drowned out by the wails of the despondent storm. I don't know where I am going, but my feet act as my guide as they sprint, my arms pumping along with them.

   Maybe it's not too late, maybe I can still find him, my distant heart hopes.

   I swirl around the corner where he had last been visible, but still I run on.

   I am at an intersection now. The lights blur through the rain and my tears but they refuse to give in to the lifelessness cloaking the streets.

   I finally stop, my chest heaving with sobs and for air. I scream with all the breath I can muster, calling for him.

   My eyes catch the faint outline of a dark smudge far down the street. A person. My hope soars and I feel a slight beating in my pocket. It's him. Not all is lost.

   I call his name, but the shape only dwindles smaller and smaller. He can't hear me. I start running again, running, and running. Time stretches painfully as I strain desperately to close the gap between us.

   A sharp pain flares in my knee as my sodden sneaker slips from under me. I fall hard on the cold, slick asphalt, my head clashing roughly against the ground. I lay still, my breath sending white vapors in the air, my eyes following the bright stars dancing in the stormy sky. I am so tired.

    My eyelids flutter and slide close as water pours around me. Thunder rumbles menacingly in the distance, drowning out the light squeal of brakes and the squeaking of tires on the wet road.

    Then all fades to nothing. 

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I will make an effort to post a CWP of my own this week! Finals are coming up, so you have been warned... I haven't been keeping my promises very well lately. :/ 

See you guys next time!

M. 

(P.S. How do ya like the new background? I get bored with designs WAY too fast and probably will change it more often than I post!!) :D

Drumroll Please...

Hi Everyone!

M. here to introduce you to our newest blogger girl, L! She was a guest here just a few weeks ago and we loved her post so much that we invited her to be a part of the team!

:) Welcome to the world of the Simplex, L! (Happy Dancing ensues) (:

Go ahead and check L's page out above to learn a little more about her and make sure to come back often to catch her (or our) new posts! Talk to you next time!
-M.

Easter poem

   Hello! It's nice to meet you!...have we met before? 'Cause you look really familiar...(wait for it..)oh! Snap!! Hey how's it going? Good? Great! Oh you want me to post something? Ok, let me see what I have...hmm..*pulls out big stack of papers*..oh this looks good..nope not that one..maybe, nope! Not that one either..oooo! I'll do this one!..hehehe..hope it doesn't bore you too much;)

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    The Easter Story

The day of Christ's death

on Good Friday night

He wept in loud voice

to set all things right

For three long hours 

darkness covered the land

the great curtain was torn

never again to stand

They grieved His suffering

for all of our lies

and prayed for God

to reopen their eyes

They wept for His death

and mourned for His pain

they rejected the sin

that continued through Cain

They placed his strong body

inside a cold tomb

They rolled a large stone

to seal the dark room

But some feared the truth

so they guarded the place

They sealed the large stone

right down to the base

But Easter still dawned

Warm and quite sunny

what was found at the tomb

was all very funny

The stone was rolled 'way

When they came there at dawn

they soon discovered

His body was gone!

Then an angel appeared 

Saying 'don't be afraid'

He is risen from death 

all our sins have been paid

They ran to tell others

Filled with joy and much glee

When Jesus then met them

Saying 'meet me in Galilee'

When they told the disciples 

they went up to the city

They met Him with doubt

but never with pity 

He rebuked their little faith

and their refusal to believe

after seeing Him risen

upon which he grieved  

He said 'go into the world

and preach the good news

That I have risen from death

and it isn't a ruse'

Then He ascended to heaven,

so with all of their might

The disciples went out

and fought the good fight!

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   That was my story/Easter poem.

I hope you liked it! Though its not very well written, it was a lot of fun for me to write, and I think I shall write more poems in the future:)and here is a cute picture that goes along with Easter:) (sort of)

   Happy Easter everyone!

~E

              

And Now For the News...

Hello Friends! Happy Easter!

What's that? Yes, I understand that I've been gone a while. It wasn't that long, OK? Anyway, it's M. here to bring you the news you need to know! (That's how they say it on TV, right?)

EXCITING NEWS! I have started blogging for another blog! At first, I was not planning to link any of the posts over here, but because I am able to choose a pen name for that blog too, I will post links to those blog posts as I finish them! (Does any of that make sense to you? It's too exhausting to rewrite it...)

MORE EXCITING NEWS! I sewed a dress! It's a really pretty chevron pattern with pink sleeves and collar. It's a bit more "girly" than what I normally wear for sure, but I'm glad that I'm finally done with it. :)

EVEN MORE EXCITING NEWS! (Seriously? How much exciting news can I possibly have???) I have 5 weeks of high school left!! (phew) I finish my classes at the community college in two weeks and I graduate at the end of May. (dances around the room jubilantly) (no, exuberantly) (wait, maybe ecstatically...) (whatever. I'M REALLY HAPPY, OK?) I will also update you on that, spelling out all of the details in detail. (except maybe not the keynote speaker at the ceremony, yes?)

Not so Exciting News!  (Dull News? Disenchanting News? Whatever.) I'm sick. Well, sort of. I lost my voice the other day and won't stop coughing. My voice is back but I haven't been able to sing for almost four days now. (NOOO!!! I must sing!!! The hills are alive with the sooooooound of muuuuuuuuusic!!) (Ahem. That never happened.)

One last thing. I need a pen name for the new blog I'm blogging for. I've thought of the Chronicler or the Faithful. I'd love more ideas! Comment away!

Thanks for reading! -M.

P.S. Some funny pics from Pinterest, just for you!

(I say this often now)

(It just irks me...)

Big Things for God

Hello, friends!

(I need a different way to address you all besides, well, "you all.." Any ideas?)

M. here to apologize for not posting recently. I have not had time to post lately because a) I have lots of school, b) I am now contributing to another blog, but it's all serious and deep theological stuff, (just kidding!) and c) I have had a really bad case of writer's block.... well, it's a good excuse anyway! (Reminds me of when you throw a Frisbee very poorly and blame it on the wind!)

So, I have actually had this story written for a while but sort of lost it in my computer and just rediscovered it this weekend! Hope you enjoy!

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Big things for God

Romans 8:26-28 -- “In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for God’s people in accordance with the will of God. And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”

Once, there was a girl, not unlike you or me. She lived with her family, went to church every Sunday, she had lots of great friends and did well in school. Her life seemed picturesque.  All of her life though, this girl had dreamed of doing something besides the norm for a good Christian girl. Something big for Jesus. At first, she wasn't sure what that something was. So she prayed about it every night. “God, give me a dream,” she would ask.

The picture of that dream began to get clearer as the girl got older. After her 15^th birthday, she decided that God was calling her to be a leader in her church. So she continued to pray for God to prepare her for a position like that. She got a little older, and was ready and willing to act out God’s plan for her life.

The pastor of her church asked her one Sunday if she would help clean the floor up in the sanctuary after the service. She accepted, thinking that it was a test by the pastor, to see if she was a hard worker. She did such a great job that the pastor smiled, and asked if she would be willing to clean every week. She reluctantly agreed, knowing God surely hadn't forgotten His plans for her, right? She cheerfully helped out by vacuuming the church floors after service every Sunday for a year. Then she started to wonder.

                A year turned into two. Two years turned into ten, and ten into thirty. This girl, the girl with big dreams and big plans, was still just cleaning the floors after church service.  She thought back to when she had had that great dream. Why was she still cleaning these floors? Why was she not an important leader yet? What happened to all of those prayers? What happened to doing something big for God’s glory?

                Do you do things that seem unimportant or “small” in your life? Whether it’s cleaning, schoolwork, going to the mall with friends, or watching a movie, God isn't involved in those areas of your life, right? Do you want to do things that are more spiritual or “big?” Maybe it’s leading worship at church, teaching a Bible study, or becoming a missionary.

                Trick question! NONE of those things are “big” or “small.” We tend to put things into a box and say, “God isn't working here,” or, “This is for God.” Those boxes need to be destroyed, because an all-knowing and all-powerful God HAS to be involved in everything in our lives.

                The verses above talk about not knowing what to pray for. God is so good, that when we pray for something, He knows what we want. But instead of satisfying our whims and fancies, He intercedes for us and gives us what we need, which is His will. Sometimes, our desires are so far away from God’s will that he has to take what we say and flip it upside down. This might make us confused, like this girl was in the story when she was thinking big things and ended up vacuuming floors.

                The point is that the girl could have embraced that she was doing a big thing, and she was investing in kingdom work the whole time! She might not have realized that she was a witness to many people who saw her diligently working every week, or that she was being a blessing to the pastor by volunteering her time. All she needed was a little perspective – that the circumstances she was in were part of God’s plan from the beginning! Cleaning the floors wasn't a “secular” job or a small thing. They were God’s perfect will for her!

                We are all truly a lot like that girl. The circumstances we are in are there for a reason. God has placed in the situation we are in right now, whether we’re writing a paper for school, walking a dog, witnessing in the mall, leading a bible study, or cleaning the floors after church service!

                What circumstances are you in right now? How can you be glorifying God today?

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Thanks for reading! Did I ever tell you how much I love getting comments from my readers? It makes my day. :)

M.

Guest Post: Rescue

Hello Everyone! It's been too long. (cough)  Sorry about the mess, come on in! (clears out cobwebs) How have you been? (trips over old manuscripts) Never mind, this is getting awkward.

Anyway, it's M. here, and I just stopped by to share a creative wr.....

- NEWS FLASH: I learned a cool new word yesterday. Orthography, which means "writing straight" or referring to spelling. Now I can say that I am skilled in orthography and am very verbose! - 

I am horrible at keeping up with my hobbies. I am also great at procrastinating! The two added together equals a crazy blog. I invited a few of our friends, who are also aspiring writers, to submit a story to us! This particular story was written by my friend L. and is called Rescue. Enjoy!

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I sat in a cold dark cell. I could remember no life before this dirty place. The warden told me that I was born in the prison and had been a criminal like my parents from early childhood. My earliest memory was of yelling wildly at the warden as I held the bars of my cell. I couldn't have been more than 5 years old.

I soon learned that screaming was of no use and tried to act on my best behavior in hope that I would somehow be let out because of it. I was the best behaved of all the prisoners in The King’s dungeons and yet it was not good enough. I eventually realized that it was of no use and for a while I tried to make my cell feel like a home. I had “decorated” the walls with whatever I could find and with the little money I earned from cleaning I bought an old cushion for my bed. But still my cell was dark and lonely. I turned to the other prisoners for help and tried many of their suggestions to make my life in the cells feel better. Some told me that the whole prison was just an illusion and that I could be wherever I imagined, but the cell I had lived in all my life was all too real. Others gave me advice on how to make my cell nicer or said that I should try to pay off my debt as they sought to do, but I knew now that the crime I had committed could not be paid for except by death. I eventually gave in to despair. For a while I cried out for help, but after months of crying with no hope of answer I gave up and sat silently in despair.

Then one day as I sat leaning against the bars of my cell, tears streaming silently down my face, a man came into the dungeon. He was dressed in a pure white robe and his face showed both authority and compassion. I then saw a crown on his head and knew that He must be the prince. I turned my face down and backward toward the inside of my cell as I began to shake. The weight of my crimes came over me like a wave as I longed to be pure before this man. I knew that my crimes were truly against him and his father.

I listened to the sound of his footsteps as my body shock with fear and shame. His footsteps were getting closer and I knew not what to do. What did he want with me? Had my time of judgment finally arrived? Then I felt a firm hand on my thin arm and heard a strong yet gentle voice tell me, “Do not be afraid. I have not come to condemn you but to set you free!” To set me free? Could it be that this man, the Prince, had sought and gained my pardon? Was it possible that they had dropped my charges and would truly let me go free? No it couldn't be. It must be some trick. Pushing away the loving hand I stumbled farther into my cell not daring to look back, I fell to the ground.

“My Father cares deeply for you and wishes to make you his own child” he said “but it was impossible because of your many crimes. Anyone who breaks my father’s law must pay for it in death… but there is one exception…if a righteous person will take the penalty instead… Three days ago I was executed on your behalf but today my Father has restored my life and now I come to set you free! Your debt is paid and you may come and live freely in the palace! You need only to trust that what I have now told you is true and come with me to your freedom.”

For a moment I feared that these were lies. Why would the prince take the place of a prisoner? How could He come back to life if He had been executed? But as I turned to look at him I saw once again the love in His eyes and I knew that He would not lie to me.

So I stood, shaking slightly. He now stood in the open doorway with outstretched arms and I ran to Him. He held me, kissed my tangled hair and told me something no one had ever told me before: “I Love you.”

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A round of applause for L! Thanks for sharing with us! I will be back soon to post a new creative writing prompt invented by my very own brain! (Stop laughing! Stop it, I say)

See you later!

M.