I live. I am human. I am a teenager. I am a guy. I live for something greater. I struggle with the basics. I groan at the usual. But I keep living to do what has been asked of me.
You can call me Speedy.
I'm here to reach out to the ones I love and care for. Once in a while I'll get sentimental, or deep, and probably blog something like it.
My life has simple aims, and a difficult path to them. I deal with it the best I can.
I am Speedy. I am Christian, but do not fear me, for I will love you regardless. I guess this is the chance for anyone who cares, to see the depths of my mind, and everything it holds, dark or bright. Happy or sad.
Read my thoughts or leave them, they are yours to criticize.

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twas’ 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38 when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven’s gate. their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air. they could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there. they were filled with such joy, they didn’t know what to say.they remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day. “where are we?” asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse. “this is heaven.” declared a small boy. “we’re spending Christmas at God’s house.”when what to their wondering eyes did appear, but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near. He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same. then He opened His arms and He called them by name. and in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring those children all flew into the arms of their King and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace, one small girl turned and looked at Jesus’ face. and as if He could read all the questions she had He gently whispered to her, “I’ll take care of mom and dad.” then He looked down on earth, the world far below He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand, “Let My power and presence re-enter this land!” “may this country be delivered from the hands of fools” “I’m taking back my nation. I’m taking back my schools!” then He and the children stood up without a sound. “come now my children, let me show you around.” excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran.all displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can. and i heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight, “in the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT.”

Written by Cameo Smith, Mt. Wolf, PA

twas’ 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38 
when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven’s gate.
their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air.
they could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.
they were filled with such joy, they didn’t know what to say.

they remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day.
“where are we?” asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse.
“this is heaven.” declared a small boy. “we’re spending Christmas at God’s house.”
when what to their wondering eyes did appear,
but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near.
He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same.
then He opened His arms and He called them by name.
and in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring
those children all flew into the arms of their King
and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace,
one small girl turned and looked at Jesus’ face.
and as if He could read all the questions she had
He gently whispered to her, “I’ll take care of mom and dad.”
then He looked down on earth, the world far below
He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe
then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,
“Let My power and presence re-enter this land!”
“may this country be delivered from the hands of fools”
“I’m taking back my nation. I’m taking back my schools!”
then He and the children stood up without a sound.
“come now my children, let me show you around.”
excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran.
all displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.
and i heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight,
“in the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT.”

Written by Cameo Smith, Mt. Wolf, PA

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Anybody notice how the picture sharing spam on facebook is an annoying attempt to turn facebook into Tumblr???

Is anyone not the least bit disturbed by this?

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I wish I just had someone to purely vent to.  Just freaking let out every deepest fear and frustration and question that I have.

But that’s against me.  I can’t tell anyone anything.  I hardly tell anyone anything.  So many people have their own problems, why should I even begin to think they care about or want to be concerned about mine?  Even if they do, then that’s only more stress on them.  I don’t want that for anybody.  I bear my own problems, with God’s assistance of course.

And don’t get me wrong I know God is there for me and all, etc.  But sometimes I just feel like screaming out my problems to someone who would listen.  Not sit there and talk to myself, not stare in my mirror like it’s someone who cares, and not sit in my bed at night as if someone could hear me.  I don’t want to do that, it makes me feel like a lunatic.  But it’s one of the only ways I have to put off crap. 

Sorry if it offends you but not even Tumblr is safe enough space to post all my deepest frustrations in life. 

I just sometimes wish I could talk to someone about it.  Someone who wouldn’t say a word, but sit there and listen.  Be concerned, but not be overcome by it.  Someone who could just make me feel like I’m being heard.  Someone who would make me feel like all my steam is gone.  I wish I had someone like that.  I wish I could vent like that. 

But I never will. I’d hate myself if I did.

Kinda defeats itself doesn’t it?

Speedy shutting up.