Rousseau's Confessions . . .

I am attempting to write an epic paper on Rousseau's sexual identity as portrayed in his Books of Confessions, but am having a horrid go at it. Right now writing is not the topic floating on my mind. Hopefully I will be able to write an amazing paper by Wednesday but until then I will just need to drink lots of coffee. Yeah for coffeehouses!

Forsaken - By Janna Buttrick

To feel trapped

Stuck in a corner – with no escape

Helpless and wandering

Seeking in vain

Wishing and wanting

Waiting to be heard

But no reply is to come

Lost you shall stay

Left wanting

You become a ghost

                                                                                    To others

                                                                                          To self

                                                                                                To God

If there is a God

He is gone – leaving my life to chance

Mere roll of the dice . . . my destiny

Why should I hope?

Why should I pray?

To a God that has forsaken me

To a God that exists so perfectly in my dreams – reality, a twisted image of the dream

Tears fall

Heart beats faster

Head pounds

Vocals SCREAM

But self that is longing goes unheard

                                                                           Is left wanting

                                                                                Out of breath

                                                                                     Cold in the heart

                                                                                          Scared to death

Why trust?

Why wish?

Why hope?

For something, that like childhood dreams of Santa Clause

Is becoming the greatest let down of my mature life

To believe in something in vain

To wish on something unreal

To hope in someone nonexistent

Only hurts

Only breaks

Only tears one apart

In a moments time of being forgotten

I let go

Fall

Scream

Cry

Search

And am LOST

Lost as the damned?

Lost from the lamb?

Lost as a child . . . tears streaming

                                                                              Rushing

                                                                                 Running

                                                                                    Wishing

Wanting to be caught up

Raptured in the moment of – happiness

                                                joy

                                                peace

                                                solace

                                               harmony

                                                nature

                                                LOVE

HELP – If you exist . . . then show YOURSELF

Be real for once

For one – who needs a Father . . . who needs his Son

HELP

Please . . . HELP

HEAL

Please . . . HEAL

Comfort

Please . . . comfort

PROTECT

Please . . . PROTECT me

For I am lost

I am scared

I am fearful

I am a child

I am in NEED

I have been forsaken -- damned

Listening

If only we would learn to listen while we pray. Prayer is a conversation, is it not? Then why so often do we send up a ton of requests to God and then peace out. Thats like asking your parents if they'll help you do something but then leaving the room before you get a reply. The more I think about this the more I have been convicted about my own relationship with God and my personal prayer life.

Right now I am trying to listen but I am afraid of what i might hear. I feel as though there are going to be some big changes in my life very soon and I can feel the sands shifting. Although I'm scared I am also ready for it. I've felt uncertain about my future or what God wants for me for so long that I'm excited to learn and seek so that I can receive the peace that God has to offer when we're on the path He has planned for us.

Pray for me as I continue this journey. Oh, and today is the beginning of Teen camp and the end of Blind camp. All is still going well. Only 2weeks of camp left. CRAZY! Then less then 3weeks until May gets married. =) So many exciting things happening right now. I'm going to try and catch a nap before the teens arrive...