Godly teens

She was running. She didn't care who or what was in her way, all she knew was that she needed to get out of there fast. She needed to escape because she still treasured her life. What she had once thought was love was nothing but deep seated hatred wrapped in a beautiful gift wrapper like a ticking time bomb handsomely packed in a gift box. She ran. If she didn't eventually find love, that was okay. But she was done with the hatred and confusion that followed her everywhere like dark, pregnant clouds waiting for delivery. What was love anyway? She had never known it. She thought love was Marke when he appeared to her with tantalizing gifts and a knee-weakling smile. What did it feel like to be loved? To be held with compassion like the delicate thing that she was. Did love still exist in the world today? And did she have any chance to meet love? Even if it was for just five seconds. A car was approaching her and she willed her tired legs to continue running. If her

Kelly's Big Jump. Bang! I heard a loud shatter behind me.  The house was collapsing. Wood and cement and nails and sand flew everywhere, creating a mini tornado. I was terrified. "Daddy!" I screamed. Father stood in the boat with his arms wide open. "Jump Kelly, Jump!" He shouted.  I looked at the gap between where I was standing and Daddy's boat in the water. The gap was not small. The waters were not peaceful either. Father saw my fear. "Kelly, just jump. I will catch you. I promise." I closed my eyes, putting all my confidence in Him. He promised He will catch me.  I jumped.  He caught me in His arms and smiled into my face. "The leap of faith can be scary but remember, it is always worth it." We watched as the house was razed down by the wind and scattered into a thousand pieces, flying everywhere, not sparing anything in its way. Boy was I glad I jumped. ✨Now faith is the substance o