when I'm sad

^ a picture I took of some very pretty pink flowers. bright colors make me feel happier when I'm sad.

Hi. I...um...wrote something. I just had to. I am not very happy at the moment. Life is not going very well. And writing is my comforter. I'd love it if you prayed for me, though. 

Here's the writing piece that is full of wrongly phrased sentences and randomness. Hope you enjoy it, and maybe find it worth reading in the end.

When I’m sad, not just the sad type of sad, but the deep, aching type of sad, I try to focus on the good, happy things that have happened, that still will happen. The days where the sunshine was hot, the skies were blue and a cool breeze lifted my hair. The rainy days where inside the house was warm, when I sipped tea as I watched the raindrops gathering on the window. The days when we were all together, and everywhere I went I heard someone I loved laughing.  The days when new things were learned and the days were we had silly talks and we ended up on the floor laughing so hard it hurt. The people who talked to me like I was important, the people who held my gaze with sparkling eyes knowing we were thinking the same thing. The ocean waves that I sat on the warm sand and watched; wild, free, and beautiful. The stories that were told around a fire, underneath a sky that sparkled with starlight. The walks through long golden grass that had droplets of dew on their tips to an orchard that dripped with gorgeous sunrise light streams. The road trips with music playing loud and beautiful scenery passing by so fast, so fast. The sunsets that gave the world a majestic touch, as we played on the veranda and laughed at each other. The photos we took of our silly faces together that meant nothing but meant so much. The imaginary games that were played at that house when we were young – that house that was home, that house were we crept onto the roof while our older siblings weren’t watching and lay on our backs in the sunlight. The cottage that was covered in ivy and roses and grapes, the cottage that holds so many of my childhood memories. The dancing underneath the fruit trees. The swinging down from trees. The times when I was afraid and upset and sad, when He held me and I was okay again. The times when I fell asleep in a warm bed, and slipped into the dream world I still hold so dearly.

Those are the things that comfort me when I am sad. Things I’ve decided to love, and things I couldn't help but love.

"It is better to have loved and lost, than to not have loved at all."

"These times are hard, but they will pass."

This was not well written. This was not planned. This is full of writing mistakes and so on. But this is what poured out of me today…and thank you for reading.