Someone

Despite all the times and all the lies,
Despite the doubts and regrets,
Despite the thoguhts, the things that aren't,
Despite the lack of knowledge, wisdom,
Despite the loss of love,
I know out there, there's Someone,
And He always listens, but I can't speak,
It's hard to explain what's hiding deep inside me,
I'm a little girl, useless and frail,
But there's a strength inside.
I'm waiting to be heard, I'm waiting to be loved,
I have a Father in Heaven so far above.
And I remember the times,
When I've given into doubt,
But someone's come through.

I may not be made up of much,
And this world may be a dark and bitter place,
But when there's evil there is good;
When fear, there comes hope,
And maybe there won't be peace and love,
But I know they're inside of me.
And even though I don't finish everything,
And sometimes am forgetful, irresponsible,
I can really come through,
Despite all the words pushing me down,
Despite all the laughter at me,
Despite all the tears and hate,
Despite the weakness I hold,
I'm still a brave and beautiful someone.

There Are Miracles and Good Things

Today I saw this really great presentation.  There are miracles all around, all the time.  There was this guy in a really bad car accident, and he was the one to bear the brunt.  The driver caused them to crash against a telephone pole, and he was the one who's side hit it.  But he's alive, and walking, but from the knee down his left leg is paralyzed from a traumatic brain energy.  He can't remember anything before the crash and, in general, has memory problems.
But he is a brilliant poet, and it seems that his life has greatly improved.  He has a girlfriend he's going to propose to next month.  She sat with him through all of the seven surgeries he's had since he's been dating her.  In total, he's had twenty-two surgeries and in the summer will have his twenty-third.
I was truly inspired.  This guy, his name's Tyler, he lives and loves and gets it.  I mean, it's so hard to truly get it; to truly understand how much life matters.
He's so spirited and friendly, and I honestly admire him.  It was a miracle.  It was a miracle he survived, and managed to live, and develop, and change.  I thank God that he lived, that it's all getting better.  I'm not thankful or happy he was hurt in the first place, but things can and do look up.
Even in the worst of situations, there are good things.  No matter how bad it gets, there is something.  I don't always see this something in my own life, and I doubt anyone else does either.  But sometimes, just sometimes, there's that pure, unfiltered moment when you realize,
It's going to be okay.
And while it's not enough, it's something.  And I love motivational speakers, especially when they really touch - especially when they really care.
People matter, and I thank God every day for letting me go to Smokey - this wonderful place where people don't (or give there best effort to not) judge, or hate, and we get to see presentations and have amazing teachers and facilitators and on and on and on - and for bringing people into my life that mean the world to me.
None of us are perfect, but at least we're here.