|Beautiful Life video|
|'To live isn't about the number of years we spend on this planet, it's about the number of lives we change along the way.|
Little girl AngelFor so many years I've merely blended in.Little girl Angel by Christianonfire7
When the crowd dwindled did I even become noticed,
Just over seen and pushed aside.
Worse off than a stray runt in the wilderness.
To a point that I could die tomorrow,
And they would never care to search for me...
One shot, to find a relationship with a sister,
A chance for a bond that could grow and blossom so purely.
But was ripped and crushed from the roots too soon
Wasn't given that rich chance at life.
Instead, like an infinite child, was robbed too early on.
To a point that I could die tomorrow
and they would never care to search for me...
In a crowd of many I no longer blend in,
In their eyes I'm nothing, worthless, useless, the outcast.
I'm not like them, so they won't meet my gaze,
Or even care to know the truth behind this pain.
That I could die tomorrow, oh if I died tomorrow...
They would never, (could never) search for these remains....
Little girl Angel, surrounded by many,
Had no one to search,
No one to care,
When she sank
America, America, why?America,America, America, why? by Christianonfire7
Why have you forsaken?
From loyal cries and stances,
To bloody rages and cursed actions.
America, America where have you gone?
Your strength was once respected and honored,
Now you are mocked and betrayed,
By those that live within you.
America, America, what is happening?
You allow leaders to rule that rearrange your faith,
Why do you let 'One nation under God' change to
'We stand alone?'
America, America, why have you fallen?
Your people were so strong and noble,
Brave and willing to fight for freedom,
But now they scam ways to take each other's lives,
Like vultures circling around a dying soul.
America, America where has your love gone?
Once upon a time you stood for what was right,
You followed the Lord's command,
Sought out to bring the lost and dying to God,
But now you push the Christian aside,
Allowing a new religion to rein.
America, America, where is your freedom?
America, America, where is your love?
America, America, why have you abandoned me?
|Poetry of the past, 2010.|
I am a third generation Austinite on my mother's side.
A seventh generation Texan from my mother's side.
And a fifth/sixth generation Texan from my father's side.
So I'm a born and raised Austin Texan chick.
Take that y'all.
My Photography account
What I stand for you ask?
Pro-life www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdOCwd… :thumb292250045:
Pro-power of Christ's love.
Pro- following in Jesus steps.
Most important, don't misunderstand me for being
Sharing His love with others. Misunderstand that and you misunderstand me.
Any questions ask away, I won't bite.
My best and most dearest friends consist of
(My Surreal Express)
Friends worth calling friends.
Wanna read a bit more about my coming to dA and my art?
Here's a short interview I was honored to be apart of by 3wyl
Or are you interested in what others think about my art? Well than check out namenotrequired's News Article about my poetry
'Christianonfire7 is a lovely, kind hearted deviant with strong beliefs and a gallery filled with heart. Her poetry is beautiful and will bring the poet in you to the forefront; her photography is inventive and often catches a glimpse into a different world, a world we aren't all privy to. If one thing in her gallery doesn't inspire and awe you, keep looking--you're bound to find a reason to add Christianonfire7 to your watch list.'
-Written for her Review Competition features.'
DLD's I've gotten.
8-24-2010 DLD feature
The day dusk did not sleep
The day dusk did not sleep.
12-27-2012 DLD Feature
Pay it forward features by lacoterie
Pay it forward February 1st 2013
My sinI bow at His Throne,
Pay it forward March 4th 2013
These wordsI spit bullets and speak daggers.
Video of Gideon and me.
A sad tell.Sobs broke free
'...Put her down.'
Winter loveTwilight on the California beach,
the soft cry of seagulls fill the air.
Sand crabs dance beneath my feet,
as the low lure of the waves draw me in.
Hand gliding through the surf- flowing
with the strength of the deep- grasping
unto the tip of a feather.
That is when I remember you the most,
your frantic scream breaking me from my daydreams.
“Are you crazy lady? It is thirty degrees!”
Those words, they continue to run their course.
Stepping from the ocean, blackbird feather in hand,
I turn to look at you, to see that dumb founded gaze.
“You don’t know the half of it.” I laughed.
Winters are unlike summers, where
summers have flings, a couple months of
momentary kisses that never linger longer than
Winter however, brings less of a bitter sting.
or so I thought until you entered my life.
Your eyes were always in a bubble of adoration,
like a loyal dog gleaming up at his master.
You became my best friend, fingers entwined.
In time, we w
I don't think you realize how much you have changed in the past five years.
Let me take you back to the early summer of 08. You had everything you needed, you didn't want anything more (well maybe a pony, but you always wanted one of those.)
Your best friend was always just a paved street away, such a small defining line between true friendships. All it took was the desire to spend time with her and you could walk from your yard to hers in a matter of seconds. She was your best and truest friend. The first real friend you ever had, the first girl friend you could trust.
Don't worry dear your tears are safe with me; just let your mind go back to those joyous times. She was much like you, but still so very different. She was the edge of adventure that you never had before, and you two blended so beautifully. All things beautiful must first go through the fire. 08 isn't far enough, not when it really began in the fall of 02.
October 20th 2002. That was
Impossible LoveYou said it would work out- with a little patience,
then comforted me with those arms of steel.
I guess it was easy to believe your faith –in us-
But honestly I’m filled with too much doubt,
to ever see the possibility.
I hear the knock rasp against my oak wooden door. I swallow hard as I sat the coffee mug down and walk over to open it. I smile up at you in welcome. With all my complicated emotions I still can’t help but feel my heart skip a few beats.
“Hey baby.” Your words echo in the chamber of my heart, rattling it like a bird locked in a cage. Stepping into your out stretched arms I wrap mine around your neck and squeeze you tightly, bearing my face into your neck. “Hey” I whisper quietly against your ear before drawing back to lead you inside the room. Closing the door behind you I motion towards the kitchen.
“I just brewed some coffee.” The response of your growl sends a flicker of desire sparking inside me. I
Script BFAFADE IN:
INT. ON A HILLTOP IN THE MOUNTAINS - COLD NIGHT.
A forest of trees stretch on all sides of a steep grassy hill. The wind blows through the trees, echoing a whistle across the dark starry night. A lone owl hovers overhead a few seconds before disappearing into the thicket beyond the branches.
Sarah (16) stirs in the saddle of a large black sleet stallion horse. He neighs restlessly and paws at the ground but holds his position on the height of the hill, alert.
Suddenly a horse and rider trots forward from the shadowed trail until the moonlit sky brings them into light. The horse climbs effortlessly up the hill and halts next to the black steed.
"Took you long enough!"
"I had to baby sit Misty for my parents while they went out, I got here as soon as they returned."
Crystal (15) rests her hands on the horn of the saddle, her body leaning forward as she meets eyes with her friend.
"Are you ready for this adventure?"
Laughter escapes Sarah.
My mom just got an e-mail back from Donna Campbell's office saying that they will have a Senate Memorial Resolution and will fly a flag over the Capital in honor of my dad on Friday. My father, Craig Gandy, is sooo deeply loved and respected by people all around the world. And our position in Media the past five years has been such a blessing from God. Not only did I live life everyday with the man I love more than life itself, but it allowed him to be known by people all around. Thank You Lord for my papa... thank You Lord for allowing us to see just how deeply he is loved....
In honor of my papa I added an 'In Memory' and 'Acknowledgement' in my book 'Beyond the Field.' which is now on Createspace (also Amazon).
-Written July 9th 2014-
Today, July 9th 2014 at 3:27 my world crumbled… my heart split into tiny pieces… pieces that will never mend back together…. My papa, my father, my strength… passed from this earth to his everlasting home in Heaven…
It is hard to breathe…. I keep blinking back the tears praying to God that this is all just the worst nightmare imaginable. That my papa can’t really be gone….
He was doing so good, he was breathing on his own, starting to talk a little… saying so MANY times how he loves me how he needs us…. He did a great job with therapy today and even sat up in a chair for an hour to strengthen his lungs. He was doing so good he was being moved to intermediate ICU. The Nurses were taking out his pick-line and he (the nurses assume) had a massive heart attack. At least nine doctors and nurses tried to revive him for nearly Twenty minutes before they asked us into the room….
For two and a half hours my mom, Jon and I prayed for God to bring him back to life, that God still has plans for him. I climbed into bed with him and cradled myself into his still…lifeless chest… a chest that was always the biggest comfort to me every day of my life.
He taught me about love, about compassion, about respect. But most of all he taught me about the love of a Heavenly Father, because he was the best earthly father ever. There was never a time in my life where I EVER doubted his love for me.
He loved us all with everything he was, but his first love IS God and our Savior Jesus Christ. And as he always told us he is a Fido of God, that when he goes to Heaven he would sit at the foot of God waiting for a stroke from his Master. And that he would stretch out to receive every inch of that touch.
I keep thinking through the tears that I will wake up from this horrible nightmare… that I will open my eyes and he will be right here with opened arms so I can hug him… Two weeks ago yesterday was the last time I really hugged him, until cradling into his arms on that hospital bed….
I don’t know how I will live without him… not hearing his voice, or looking into his eyes, or feeling those arms around me…. Never to hear ‘I love you too’ ever again…. I can barely breathe….
It will never be okay again, not without my papa….
My mom got a call saying that my papa is a candidate for donating his eyes to help multiple people see again…. It is a hard choice but I know that if his eyes can bring vision to others, to shine God’s light through this gift to someone else. I know he would want it…. That in hope they can see a glimpse of Jesus the way my papa always has.
I will never be okay again… not without my father, not without my papa. The man who taught me so much about love and life. The man that loves God and his Savior so much that no matter what he always answered the call on his life…. (his assignment still isn’t over…my papa still has so much he has to do….)
God… please….bring him back…. Breathe life into him… the way Jesus raised Lazarus…. Raise my papa from the morgue.
In 1988 God promised my papa that ‘I showed you a piece of the Glory in the beginning, and now I am going to allow you to go through a period of testing, but the glory on the back end is more than you can ever imagine.’
We’ve tried to make sense of it, of why God called my papa right now… that he has soo much that hasn’t been done yet. Plans and companies that God gave him the vision for. His calling that wasn’t reached the way he always desired for the Glory of God.
Then tonight my mom walked over to me in the living room with tears in her eyes and said that my papa is meeting his first born child for the first time, a baby he had ripped from him at the age of nineteen when his girlfriend’s father forced her to get an abortion. And he is also meeting Jeremiah, my brother that was stillborn before I was born.
As I am writing this it has dawned on me perhaps part of the promise God gave my dad in 1988. The glory at the beginning wasn’t what he thought it was back in 1988, but it was the past five years of doing the Media Ministry with mom, Jon and I. There was nothing else that made him as proud as sharing Christ with the three people he loves most.
But the Glory on the back end is being welcomed into the gates of Heaven by his two children that have been waiting for him for 41 years and 24 years. That in this life he did life with Jon and I, serving God and showing people God’s love. But now he is at the feet of his Savior with Jeremiah and his other child, worshiping and praising and singing and dancing because of the unimaginable Glory. As on earth when I was six months old in my dad’s right arm and Jon at three years old in dad’s left arm, he lifted us to God. Love overwhelmed him. And God told him. ‘The way you love these two as a father is the way I, God, love my children. I just have three billion more children to love.’
Now, in Heaven he is lifting his other two kids to God, one on his right, one on his left. The love of a father overflowing him. Not just his love for his Firstborn and his love for Jeremiah Christopher Gandy.
But his love for us all.
His love for Jonathan Christian Gandy. His love for Jeffery Craig Gandy. His love for Jennifer Gandy-Gunsta. His love for Jason Gandy. His love for Christina Creek. His love for Lew Burnell. His love for Robert Burnell. His love for Brad Burnell. His love for Jennifer Burnell.
Above all else, his love for me, his joy, joy girl. His buff angel, the one being he always said my hugs were healing to him. (If that was sooo true… why couldn’t I heal him with my hugs? Why couldn’t my ‘healing hugs’ cure his Idiocy Pulmonary Cystic Fibrosis to begin with?)
He loved my babies, Peace, Star, Esther even the new Knight. But none he love(s) as much as Gideon. For the past five years Gideon brought him so much love, comfort, joy. The past two days I brought a picture of Gideon with me to the hospital and told him ‘Gideon loves you so much, and misses you.’ He smiled really big and replied. ‘I love that dog. I miss him.’ I have never seen anyone loved by a dog as much as Gideon loves his grandpa… (I wish there was a way I could explain everything to Gideon for him to understand…)
Joel Craig Gandy is a man greatly loved, not just by me but by everyone that knew him. He Is a man of faith, a man that puts God above everything else, and family trails right behind.
I’m proud and blessed beyond words to have had a father as amazing, loving and involved as my daddy. He often said that he failed us because he didn’t make lots of money and couldn’t provide in more areas. I would shake my head, often hug him and smile. Money never could have made us rich, what we had made us rich. Love. Doing life together, in nearly everything we did. Having him as a father has made me the riches girl in the world. (though right now I feel like the most broken girl in the world….)
I love you papa, from my first breath to my very last breath I will love you, I will cherish you and I will always continue to make you proud. I don’t know how I will get through this… cause today was the worst day of my life, and forever will be. July 9th 2014 3:27pm, will always be the day I forgot how to breath, the day my heart, once so full, ripped into pieces….
I LOVE YOU PAPA, I LOVE YOU PAPA, I LOVE YOU PAPA, I LOVE YOU PAPA, I LOVE YOU PAPA, I LOVE YOU PAPA, I LOVE YOU PAPA!
Soak in the presence of our Lord Papa.