Andy Warhol. (:

I never thought I would love a picture of an animal as much as I love this one. Its a picture by Andy Warhol. One of my favorite artists of all time. (: I love this Zebra. I believe that it gives a new color to Zebras. Making them more fun. What I love about Andy Warhol is that he had such originality that it was insane. (: He was called the "Prince of Pop Art". This man was Homosexual. Now It seems that one of the major problems in today’s society is the struggle with loving homosexual people. Believe it or not, the group that shows the most rejection towards homosexuals is the Christians. If you asked a Christian what they thought about homosexuality you might get discussed answers. But in all reality they are just people like you and me; trying to deal with every day sin and work through problems like anyone else. We all are just trying to find the truth and how each person finds it is different. They are only moving through life the best that they know how to. Why must they be treated differently? They deserve to be treated like people. Just because people are bisexual does not give us the right to treat them horribly. Take a look at this story:

“Hello. I'm 16. I live in Baku. I'm gay, I like boys. My parents hate me because of it. They think that I'm abnormal. Every day boys kick and beat me, like a little girl. It's so difficult to live here. Everywhere you should hide the orientation. Because of it here you can even die. And if you are gay, you haven't got any rights except prostitution.”

Why should someone have to die because they are gay? It does not make any sense. Why can’t we just love them for who they are? It’s gotten so bad that people are even afraid to admit that they are homosexual. Is that what it has come to? They are hiding who they truly are in order not to be judged or prosecuted. They are still people. They should have the same rights and permissions that we do. Sexual orientation means nothing when you are friends and I don’t believe it should matter in any other situation.

What about how God views the homosexual people? God does not hate gays. He hates the sin but not the person. How could He? He created us. He is always willing to help.
Another point I want to look at is that homosexual’s need acceptance. This is the most difficult aspect that we face. We don’t know what is going on inside their heads. One popular reason for “being gay” is a family dysfunction. But I do believe that homosexual people experience a lack of acceptance. I believe this is why they group together rather than mix.

`We, as Christians, can act like spiritual jerks. We have a fountain of life inside of us and we chose not to share it with them. This action is selfish. We may be uncomfortable but I believe that God puts us in their lives to help them and influence them.
I believe we should follow the example set down by our father. We should love everyone. No matter if they are gay, ill, homeless, or of different races or religions. We need to learn to love these people and accept them for who they really are. God still loves them and we should too. The cause of being gay is suffering brought on to a person as a child. I believe that it can be cured with just the right amount of love and a good example to guide them back on to the right path.


Thanks for reading,
Kirstie.

Joshy ish a Kollage Stoodent!

My dearest brother is leaving for College. As you may imagine this made me very sad because him and I are very close. So I wanted to write something for him. This, unlike my other posts is not written out. So I'm just gonna type and try to say what I feel. So here is goes:

Josh is now all grown up, he's moving on.
From middle school, high, and mowing the lawn.
As I hold his graduation rope I realize that it represents three years of your life.
For four years I've watched you grow and strive.
The most important years of growth from a boy to a man.
You will succeed in anything you do, I know you can.
To me you weren't just a brother.
I'm not sure of the word friend, hero or other.
But if there is one thing I know its that I will always love you.
No mater how mean you are or what you do. (:
Good luck, may God guide you.
And may your friends always be true.


I love you Josh. Never give up. I won't give up on you.

Always and forever,
Kirste.

Feelings Hidden in Between the Lines of Paper.

Hello everyone. Here is something that I wrote as well last night.
I hope the you enjoy it. Seeing as I wrote it in a strange sort of mood forgive me if its sad. :P
Here it is:

Feelings Hidden in Between the Lines of Paper

Dearest paper and pen.
You are my closest friend.
You keep my secrets and my heart can pour out to you, freely.
You hide my feelings in the folds of your notebook.
Away from the world.
You let them think that I am fine.
You and only you know my real pain.
You can not operate without me. You need me.
And this is why I come to you often.
When they hurt me, you are the first to know.
You do not judge me or turn away when I share my true feelings.
You are the only one that knows all of my secrets.
I love that about you.
You do not gossip or share it with my family.
You can not run and tell your husband.
But you still can not hold me when I cry.
You can not dry my tears, only catch them.
You can not sing me to sleep.
You can not think of me lovingly.
You have no feelings for me.
But, dearest paper and pen, there is one thing that you are best at.
Better than any person that I know.
And that something is, being there for me.
You are always there for me.
Even at two in the morning when I cry under the blanket of night.

-The more.

P.S. Thanks for reading.
Kirstie.

The Words and Meditation of My Heart...

Hello everyone. (:
I wrote something last night and I hope that it touches you as you continue to read it. Its about forgiveness and words.
I do believe that these two things are very important. :D
So here it is:

The Words and Meditation of My Heart

Words. They don't mean anything to people.
I would be wasting my time writing just a single word.
But the right words can create all kinds of emotions.
They can create fear, depression, and even happiness.
But the words that I write. Do you understand them?
I mean every last one with all my heart.
If I didn't I wouldn't bother writing them.
Words on their own mean nothing but when they group together they can change the world.
So, this made me think.
If one person could change a small amount of something than a group of people can do anything with the right amount of effort.
Now one person with GOD'S help has the power to cast out demons, move mountains, and part seas.
But we, as people, do not always say the right things.
We use our words to cut people down and hurt them even if we do not mean to.
But why do we struggle to forgive?
We hurt GOD so much but yet he does not hesitate to forgive us.
Why can we not do the same?
We are so quick to hold grudges against one another.
We should follow our Father's example.
We must learn from him. He is the most experienced being alive.
He should guide our words as well as our steps and minds.

Thanks for reading. :D

Always moving forward,
Kirstie. (:

The Moon

Hey everyone! I wrote this last night and thought I would share it. :D
Its an essay sort of thing. :P
So here it goes. I call it "The Moon."


The Moon:

The moon's light is pure and beautiful.
But each and every morning it must leave.
What does it leave behind? Only a faded memory.
I grasp on to it ever so tightly but it soon may be forgotten.
At night, when the sun hides its face, I whisper my pain to the moon.
It listens and is willing to smile upon me.
Unlike the people in life, no matter how much I mess up the smile will never fade from its face.
If only the moon could talk back and comfort me.
As tears roll down my face I try to understand why.
My tears fall on the city streets.
I look upon the people. They do not see.
They do not stop to see the beauty of the moon.
If they could see it like I see it we would all be in a state of comatose.
Most people refer to the stars as diamonds, I see the moon as the eye of God shining on a desolate world.
A light in the darkest of times, used to guide the people.
A sure sign of hope that more light is coming.
In the morning.



Thanks for reading. (:
Kirstie.