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Heart to Heavy; Can't Carry

My heart is heavy with stones of sorrow. My eyes pain to much to look towards tomorrow. Stones secretly, carefully concealed in my soul. To think I was wise was the vision of a fool. To heal my wounds, everyone prescribes a different book. But the hardback truth, is that I'm too weak to take a look. My failure and disappointment stare me in the face and make me feel like a convict in his shackles of disgrace. Continuing to run the race, as I wait for my pardon on death row. I

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Heart to Heavy; Can't Carry

My heart is heavy with stones of sorrow. My eyes pain to much to look towards tomorrow. Stones secretly, carefully concealed in my soul. To think I was wise was the vision of a fool. To heal my wounds, everyone prescribes a different book. But the hardback truth, is that I'm too weak to take a look. My failure and disappointment stare me in the face and make me feel like a convict in his shackles of disgrace. Continuing to run the race, as I wait for my pardon on death row. I

Jul 21 min read

Nothing to Wear

You ask if I want to come outside to play. As I look down at my dress of melancholy grey. The thought of disappointing brings swells of tears to my eyes. Though I've simply run out of transparent lies. My glass facade of happiness is shattered on the ground. I'm too weak to play the part of a boisterous clown. Perhaps in this season it is best to be honest. To hold onto hope when the darkness is strongest. By: Heather Alaine Smith

Jul 21 min read

My Body is a Temple not a Hotel

Brick by brick I build this wall around my temple my heart. Broken I build these barriers that should have stood from the start. After continuing to shift my structure I realize what I've done. I've been remodeling to please the masses when it should have been only for One. By: Heather Alaine Smith

Apr 131 min read

Breaking up with Appearances

The bully of appearances how long you have tormented me. You bind my hands and steal my serenity. You mask yourself as good intentions and holiness But I will play your fool no further. For I know what you really are underneath all the shine and sparkle. Your breath is vile and your stature shallow. Your hollowed out chest puffs up with pride. You yank on the reins of manipulation running over all who stand in your way. Oh, how I want nothing to do with you! If "you are every

Apr 131 min read

A Letter Written on My Heart

I am proud of you. You who are depressed, exhausted, overworked, alienated, beaten, and broken. As you crack open the door, you open yourself up to my imperfect people, my church, my bride. Saved by grace, with good works in hand, they strive to bring redemption to the world by my death and resurrection. I have not forgotten you. I have always been here waiting for you, but only you can choose to walk through the door. -Heather Alaine Smith

Apr 131 min read

"May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit."

Romans 15:13

Hallo,
I'm Heather

Whether it's taking a picture of something you love, cooking something delicious, or just taking a moment to enjoy what's around you. Make every day a little special.

I am a Mom, crafter, baker, poet, and lover of chocolate. I love to craft, sew, and bake, but my body doesn't always cooperate. That is when my Chihuahua, Cita comforts me with snuggles on my couch. But the best medicine is my daughter daily reminding me to make each day special with her awe of the world around her and her boundless energy. Well, I may not have a lot of energy, but I do believe I have a bit of special.