Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better.
They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.
This is one of many writings I wrote when I was much younger. I was 12-13 years old when I wrote these. It was scattered among papers in a dresser drawer. My mother stumbled across them while house cleaning. Put away when I first began my Walk. Only to be forgotten as I got lost in the dark. Time putting these writings out of my memory. I got to a point where I told God I couldn't write anymore. He answered my prayer with my younger self. This has become a heart wrenching, yet, wonderful eye opening experience. Writing to discover my true soul has become my quest. The search now takes me down a different but hauntingly, familiar road.
Here is my words back then in one of my writings ...
Once upon a time there was a sad boy, who had been ridiculed and made fun of.
At school it was real hard and rough.
He wasn't like the other boys and girls, because he didn't do the things they did.
He loved the Lord very much.
He just didn't pay any attention to the kids.
But it was awful rough.
His parents, his brother, and God were the only true friends he had in the world.
He worried alot about all the troubles he had at school and everything.
One night when he went to bed he had a dream.
In the dream he was at school, Jesus and his angels appeared in the sky.
There was a noise from a trumpet that could be heard all over the Earth.
He and others ascended to heaven.
He asked the Lord,"Why did you let all that happen to me at school? Where were you when I needed you?"
The Lord responded,"I was there.
I gave you that feeling of inner peace.
I walked with you.
I held your head up.
I put the smile on your face when you were down.
I picked you up when you fell.
I gave you the courage to accept the things you can change and the things you can't.
I helped you through your troubles and trials.
I was your friend when no one else cared for you.
I went so far I sent my Son to die for you.
I loved you!"
The boy awoke suddenly with a feeling of peace in his heart.
From that day forward he knew Jesus was always with him.
You know God helps us when we're down and out.
He loves us so much He sent His Son to die for you.
Lance Gargus, written at age 12-13 years old