I'm not going through the easiest of times right now. In fact, in some areas of my life I'm just plain struggling. (With all respect, please do not ask. I do not currently want to share details.)
The following is my heart cry tonight. I know it is all song lyrics. Nothing voices the heart's silent cry like music.
'Cause when the answers and the truth take different sides, will you still find me? Will you still see me through smoke?
Let my praise be your welcome let my song be your sign
I am here for you, I am here for you
Let your breath come from heaven, fill my heart with your life
I am here for you, I am here for you
Let my shout be your anthem, your renown fill the sky
I am here for you, I am here for you
Let your word move in power, bring what's dead back to life
I welcome you with praise, I welcome you with Praise
Almighty God of Love, you're welcome in this place.
All is lost
Find him there, find him there
After night
Dawn is there, dawn is there
After all falls apart
He is there, he is there
Oh the Glory of it all is:
He came here to rescue us
So we may live
For the Glory of it all
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story
Monday, August 10, 2009
–noun
1. a narrative, either true or fictitious, in prose or verse, designed to interest, amuse, or instruct the hearer or reader; tale.
2. a narration of the events in the life of a person or the existence of a thing or such events as a subject for narration.
3. a narrative that follows a set pattern of three main parts: introduction, climax, conclusion.
1. a narrative, either true or fictitious, in prose or verse, designed to interest, amuse, or instruct the hearer or reader; tale.
2. a narration of the events in the life of a person or the existence of a thing or such events as a subject for narration.
3. a narrative that follows a set pattern of three main parts: introduction, climax, conclusion.
Someone once told me that the definition of a story creates simply a story, but the difference between a good story and a masterpiece lies in the phrase "and they lived happily ever after."
It seems a lot of people have a misconception of that phrase. For some reason completely unknown to me they think that "living happily ever after" should come at the end of the story. I don't understand this reasoning at all. Ok, maybe I should say I don't agree with this reasoning at all. Their line of thinking usually follows along these lines: Happily ever after implies that life is great from this point on, there will never be another unhappy moment, never another argument, never another tear shed or heart broken, or a hint of danger, or a sense of the new or unknown.
Most people believe that the story is over, so they stop writing.
My line of reasoning is more along these lines: and they lived happily ever after. Whoever heard of a wonderful love-filled life that hasn’t endured heartache and tears, broken people, danger? If you think that those times spell a bad life, then please, put the magic phrase at the end of your story. Stop writing! The only problem with that is... if you stop writing, you die. You end your story. Yes, you may still be breathing, but you have stopped living.
So, back to the beginning.
So, back to the beginning.
Someone once told me that the definition of a story creates simply a story, but the difference between a good story and a masterpiece is that a good story ends with "and they lived happily ever after."
A masterpiece begins with living happily ever after.
A masterpiece begins with living happily ever after.
4. Life.
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