Picks of Hope

Who inspires me To write?

My Mom, she is my hero. She is the one who i Know I can go to and find an answer. I find it Amazing how she could be put through all this and still be able to wake up every morning ,teach me and my brother and smile while doing it( we aren't all that fun to teach sometimes). I have had so many people say that they understnd what we have gone through, but I on't think they really do. Because I don't think anyone who I know that is my age, ever has to see their Mom cry, yes I have seen her cry before. I don't think anyone I know wonder if and when their mother comes back from having her brain operated on , will even remember their name, that was actually my biggest fear when she was diagnosed. will she remember me? Yup i didn't care if she was able to talk or walk, I just wanted her to remember me. She did.

what Does "Picks Of Hope" mean?

Hears an easy way to remember:

People who live On Hope.

what that means is people who live on hope have faith to move on.


What does "some Think Holding On Makes You Strong, But Sometimes Its Letting Go" mean?
Basically It means Most people live in their past, But they have to learn to let go and move forward.


now enjoy this song




Am I at the point of no improvement?
What of the death I still dwell in?
I try to excel, but I feel no movement.
Can I be free of this unreleasable sin?

[Chorus:]
Never underestimate my Jesus.
You're telling me that there's no hope.
I'm telling you you're wrong.

Never underestimate my Jesus
When the world around you crumbles
He will be strong, He will be strong

I throw up my hands
"Oh, the impossibilities"
Frustrated and tired
Where do I go from here?
Now I'm searching for the confidence I've lost so willingly
Overcoming these obstacles is overcoming my fear

[Chorus]

I think I can't, I think I can't
But I think you can, I think you can
I think I can't, I think I can't
But I think you can, I think you can
Gather my insufficiencies and
place them in your hands, place them in your hands, place them in your hands

"Why not."
"Please."
These are what we say more than we should. We choose to live on wants and needs.

Do you feel? Do you cry? Are you scared? Are you broken? Are you Bruised? Can you hear the weight of the world falling down? My answer to my own question is, yes I feel, yes I cry, yes I'm bruised and yes I hear. SO YOU WANT TO CHANGE THE WORLD, But can't do it alone? Why can't we stop and listen and watch the way we could impact the world, the way we could save millions from dying inside. Share your story. Share Jesus. IMPACT the WORLD. People say you don't have a voice. that your to young to impact someone. You're not good enough. Well THEY'RE WRONG. For instance I'm a 12 year old guitar playing, screamo listening homeschooled girl. I have a rocky hair cut and I wear skinnies (skinny jeans). But does that mean I can't impact someone? NOPE, you're reading this aren't you? No matter how old or young you are.. you have a story.

You have a dream.

Share it.

I'm thinking about other things I heard about today
All this week and tomorrow
And how these hands can create some better things for bettering
but you see for now I got my own things
I can't help it
I got too many issues I own
So I cannot help I'm afraid, yeah
But keep on preaching, preaching and heal the world
Lip service makes us look great

Do you feel
The weight of the world singing sorrow
Or to you is it just not real
Cause you got your own things
Yeah we all have our things I guess

I guess my mind wanders off
from time to time
Sometimes I convince myself
that all is fine in the world
It's not mine
Why should I
have to try
to fix things I didn't create or contrive

Do you feel
The weight of the world singing sorrow
Or to you is it just not real
Cause you got your own things
Yeah we all have so many things

Have the habits
Had you
Has it been for long
Can you feel the souls behind what's going on

Do you feel
The weight of the world singing sorrow
Or to you is it just not real
Cause you got your own things
Yeah we all have our things

Do you feel
The weight of the world singing sorrow
Or to you is it just not real
Cause you got your things
Yeah we all so many things
And I can't get past these things

You look down from heaven
And melt me with your gaze
Then you come down from heaven
And wrap me in your wings

And it makes me feel loved again
So close in your arms
And it makes me feel home again
So close to your heart

So close to your heart, God
So close to your heart, God
So close to your heart
So close to your heart, God

Come draw me into You

So close to your heart, God
Hear I am, God
Draw me into You

My best friend Anna and I recently went to a play at our church youth group, it was great! At the end the pastor told a story of how is brother's wife died from brain cancer. I was not expecting that so it hit me hard. Anna was sitting next to me during that story and she gave me a big hug and asked me if I was ok. Whats the point of this Easton? The point is that God will give you friends that are better than others. You will find "friends" that are jealous "friends", that are controlling and then you will find "friends" that will stab you in the back, but in the end the one friend that gave you a hug and was there for you till the end will be the friend that "will never let you fall".




LOVE,
Easton