Madison Sanders Writes

Do you believe? Do you see what I see? Despite the condition of this world, I believe in purity. I believe in truth. I believe in goodness. Do you? Have you become so jaded, The life has been drained out of you? Do you believe in a world of opportunity, Do you think that it is as it should be? I don't think the world sees what I see. I see wholeness.  I see life. Sprouting every direction, amidst all the lies. Some said we would never unite, Always be separated, I believe that can change. I hear one voice. I hear a roar. Some won't be silenced, Some come out of the cloud of shame. I applaud you, Look at the courage you've gained. I believe in miracles, I know all things are possible. I believe in giving, And doing what's right, I believe in a love so deep, It could split the world open wide. If we could only come together, If we could only.... see. Looking past the outside, then we could t

Why wait to do something? Why wait to be great? Take a step of faith. Do something you've never done, Go into the unknown. There's a realm of impossibilities, I dare you to stray from reality. Quiet yourself, Drown out the noise. Instead of dreaming about change, be it! Why do you want to do that? I raised you to be better than that! Who do you think you are? What do you think you can accomplish? What is that exactly? What do you mean? Stop with the questions. Many times, they are just a hinderance. You can be great now! In case you don't already know, you ARE great now! The potential in you is just lying dormant. Don't wait for someone else to do it. Don't wait for someone else to speak it. Don't wait for someone else to make it. Inspire. Motivate. Challenge. These are words of action. I'm not qualified. I'm not talkative. I don't know the right people. I'm not from the

I hear Your whisper, I need to find my refuge in You. I don't know what the next step is, So many twists and turns, My head spins And then I remember You are faithful, You change not, You carry me when I can't find the strength to rise. Hear my cry, I need you now. I need your help. Rescue me from myself. Thoughts bombard my mind. What will I do? Where will I turn? In the stillness, I am reminded of your promises. You haven't failed me yet. You've always provided. I choose to trust You. I don't have to know the answer Just have know that You do. You have my best interests at heart. I will follow You. Lead me, Lord. Reveal Your truths. I want to know You in all of Your glory. I want to know the depths of your love. I surrender. I surrender to Your voice. I will obey. I will lay down my life once again. I give You all of me.

© Tammy Sanders Why is it so hard to smile? I've seen young women with a permanent frown. What battle are you fighting? Do you feel as if you are going to drown? I guess I just wonder what happened to happiness. Has life sucked all of your joy? Is life really so bad that you can't look people in the eye? Again, I ask, why is it so hard to smile? What happened to her I wonder? What stories would she tell? In her youth, she was jubilant Expectant of things to come, Were dreams dashed? Did she run? Then, life got heavy. A husband lost his job,  A friend moved away. The woman became silent, A shell of herself, Only doing what was necessary,  Nothing more, nothing less. It wasn't a conscious decision, It just sort of happened, Her legs dragged and posture drooped And then one day, her smile left. She steeled herself against the storm, Ignoring the questions and prying eyes, She carried on, she would pa

Airplane window © olemexico via freeimages.com This is a poem about observing things around you. As I looked out at the sky, I saw it A fiery orange sunset lighting up the night. I observed it for about twenty minutes Cars sped by, But my eyes were fixed on the show in the sky. Lilac covered some parts, And a dusty blue mottled the top. Looking to my right, I couldn't help but notice a dividing line. This sight wasn't covered in crimson and purples, It was dark and quite mysterious. The dividing line between the two sides Was also the connector. The dark purple line that contrasted against the orange  Blended into to the bluish gray hue It didn't bid a welcoming hello. Instead, it left me searching amid the black trees Peeking out behind the branches It was quite a scene. It reminded me of two people One hot and the other cold Showy and bold. Quiet. Reserved, Dark. But often, there is a connecting

Today I took a large donation to Greenville Memorial Hospital and the Ronald McDonald House of the Carolinas. Longtime readers will remember me mentioning them in my About Me posts. This is where everything began, so I was honored to be able to give back to them today. Without God and the help of knowledgeable doctors and nurses, my brother and I would not be alive today. This was also another way of saying thank you to Dr. Griffin and all of those involved in my care after my surgeries related to cerebral palsy.  A local school gave generously. I was able to buy lots of nice journals for the teens at Greenville Memorial. I also want to thank my grandmother and Aunt Gwen for giving money so I could buy journals. My mom and I had a lot of fun shopping for them! Several other companies agreed to donate. Each one is listed below.   Studio Oh! sent some of their journals. These were perfect for teens because of their compact size. The pages inside had colorful drawings

I saw you cry You didn't do it often  You were strength personified. Looking from the outside, people thought we had the perfect life Playing and laughing No one saw the misery No one saw that you couldn't break free. You tried to break the chains But each time, they pulled you back Held you tighter Choking your joy Silencing your voice You wondered should you even try anymore? Day after day, you hid the shame Grocery shopping, cooking dinner You knew the routine But inside, your heart was shattered With every word, every fight Pieces of you broke more What choice do I have? Will I survive? Am I really strong enough? I wanna get away from here Start fresh Leave all the chaos behind What is holding me here? A covenant? Who am I kidding? It takes two to make things work. I have to break free Lies, curses I feel as if I am going to burst. Nothing I do is good enough If I utter one word, life takes a

If you wonder why I smile Puzzled as to why I laugh Confused about the source of my joy And why I never look back You are the reason None compare to you You are my confidant, I am found in You I once was lost Couldn't find my way Jaded by life,  Questioning everything Down on my luck With nowhere to turn Had to quit hiding And face life head on You are the reason for my strength With you, I can do anything Go anywhere You are my light It comes from within Every day gets a little brighter I didn't know that was possible You make me desire more Pressing past my feelings And all I thought was right I need You You make everything beautiful No more doubt No more fear You are the reason I live

My nephew, Mason, had brought a tape measure for me to strap up a big truck. This is the conversation that followed. "Now let it go so it can snap back." As I let it go, it didn't snap back. "I don't think this one will snap back," I said. "You have to just feed it back in like this." Mason said, "I can do it." I let go and let him do it. He started pushing it back in. "There you go!" I said. "No, don't talk! Du(You) make me lose the power to do it." "Okay," I said. He came into my room wearing a hat my brother had gotten several years ago at Mardi Gras. It is covered gold, yellow, and purple glitter with a green feather on the top. Earlier today he said, "Ding!" while holding the big gold ball that's attached to the green feather. "Why is the bell not dinging," he asked. "Because it's not really a bell." Wearing the hat again, he s