Short story

I wrote a short story.
Well, I've written tens of dozens of short stories, but this one I felt was good enough to tell people about. The link is: http://oohramsamsam.deviantart.com/art/In-Peace-151366790
OohRamSamSam is me. *grins* I had that song stuck in my head.
The story isn't religious, but it's something I'm particularly proud of. Please comment on it if you have something to say *smiles* I like to get as much criticism on my work as is possible. And if you don't have a devi account, just post the comment on this blog. Thanks!

~Godspede

Tidbit: An update of sorts.

Easter this year felt different than it has in the past. Because, you see, a year and thirteen days ago, I died.
Not physically. I had no out-of-world experience. But I died inside. And I thought for the longest time I was never going to get back life. But, in the true manner of anyone who has dealt with depression, which I am now being told I went through, I pulled myself out of my rut and forced myself to pretend to live. I went through the motions, feeling nothing, and slowly I began to actually feel something. Apparently, pretending for long enough makes things real.
A week before Easter this year, I woke up for the first time in a long time wanting to die. I curled up in a ball on my bed and choked back my tears, then got ready for school. As my mom drove my brother and I to school, I felt a panic attack rising in the back of my throat, that if I went to school something bad was going to happen. Also, I felt like I was about to burst into tears. Mom took me home, and I spent the day distracting myself with piano, reading, and homework. But the next day I went to school, and I survived.
I went to the Easter service, and I was surprisingly chipper. A lot of the sources of my bad spells were there, in fact most of them were, but they barely brought me down. I think that Easter was the happiest I've felt since, well, before I came down. This surprised me greatly; I thought for certain that it would be one of the roughest. And I've been in super high spirits since then.
I don't know what happened in my brain. I thought that it was going to be another uphill battle, but it's more or less coasting easily. Sure, I'm a little rough right now but I'm overstressing from schoolwork and operating on very little sleep, so that's allowed. But overall, I'm much better.

Thanks, God, is what I'm trying to say. You really do work your magic every day.


A song that adds to my thanks: Sarah McLachlan's Ordinary Miracle

~Godspede

Tidbits: Scared into Love??

I was searching for a nice Christian desktop, and I came across something that completely terrified me:

I am a devout follower. I adore God. I am doing everything I have been taught to praise Him. And that picture, well let's just say it made my heart pound rather hard. Why do some people insist on using the scare tactic? Who, exactly, are they expecting this to work on?
I personally like more comforting, warming tactics. Behold:

~Godspede

Edit: I notice, actually, that I've done a sermon on the Bible passage the first one quotes. Link: Sermon 9
The image quotes the second half of it. It quotes the doomsday without any salvation. So, yeah. Check out my interpretation of it, if the feeling spurs you.