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Our prayers may be awkward. Our attempts may be feeble. But since the power of prayer is in the One who hears and not in the one who says it, our prayers DO make a difference.
Max Lucado

Sensitivity.

Over the past week, I have found out some things that hit close to home. One friend I grew up with on a church district has a rare form of cancer and today, a girl I used to do dance class with has lost her younger brother and her mother is in a coma - both caused by carbon monoxide poisoning.

I’ve always appreciated life, but now that I’m working in the ER, it makes me appreciate life even more. Sometimes it’s very easy to go through the motions and get caught up in a routine, but there always seems to be an event that occurs that puts life into perspective and makes you want to hold your family tight.

And then there’s the whole “Where is God?” in all these tragedies. There’s also the question of WHY? As I’m typing this, tears are welling in my eyes because life is such a precious thing.

And so many people don’t realize it.

Life is truly a beautiful thing and shouldn’t be wasted. ALWAYS tell the people that are important to you how much you appreciate them because they could be gone the next day or even second.

Man…..my heart hurts so much.

There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.
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(Source: extolled)

I swear

If someone tells me to smile one more time, I’m going to go crazy.
So what if I don’t want to smile? Last time I checked, me smiling doesn’t affect anyone around me.
Do you know how much of a living hell my life is on a day to day basis?
Do you know what it’s like having to switch and add on medicines an pray you don’t have a bad reaction to them?
Do you know what it’s like to wake up in the morning already wishing the day were over so you could go back to sleep?
Do you know what’s it like to struggle to want to live sometimes?
Until you know, and I mean TRULY know, I suggest you shut the hell up and leave me be.
Trust me.

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