Snow Storm

The snow had been blowing against the window all night. The blowing and whooshing of the wind blew against the window keeping me awake. How much snow would I need to shovel in the morning? The barn was only a short distance away from the back door but I knew it was going to be a long job to just get to the barns corner.

Finally I woke and saw the snow was more than a snow storm, we had slept through a heavy blizzard. The depths of the snow and the drifts were almost impassable. There was no way I could dig the first shovel full of snow. I did not know how I was going to get out of the door.

Then my mom suggested I jump out the window and start shoveling from there. I am not sure this sounded fun or not. Finally I got up the nerve. I opened the window and felt the cool air rushing in the room. I slammed the window down again. I was not ready for this. I needed more clothes, another scarf, heavier mittens, something.

Now mom began putting more pressure on me. I could not wait any longer, it was time to make a dent in the snow. I needed to get to the barn before dark. I opened the window. Again the wind was bitter cold on my face. I swung my feet out and sat on the window sill for only a moment. With my eyes closed tight I jumped. The fall wasn't very far, only the snow rose above my head after the fall. I looked up and saw the sky around the hole in the snow. This was deep snow. I stood up and the snow came to my chest. This was going to be a long day.

The Doors Were Closed

I had walked by the church every morning for the last 2 years and every morning the doors were wide open. They seemed to be inviting people to stop. They seemed to be saying, "I love you and always will." ...... But this morning and the last few mornings the doors were closed. Who closed the doors of the church? Why had they not been opened all week? Curiosity was getting the better of me, but I did not want to ask anyone. I had not gone to church for years. After finishing school I had been enlightened and did not feel that there was anything to the church thing.

But now that the doors were closed. It was almost like a hope had been shattered. I realized I really wanted to go back to the truths of my youth..sometime. I realized that there was an ache in my heart a cry that was pounding out of my very chest. "Don't close me out! I really do want God" Everyday I pass the church and the doors are closed the pounding gets louder and harder to bear.

I never get up early on Sunday morning. I never go out but today, I need to take a walk. Today I just want to enjoy the spring air. Why am I turning down this street I wonder. It must be habit from my daily rituals. Why am I slowing down, It is just the church building I pass it every day. My mind is now running I want to know...Are the doors opened today? Will they open the doors on Sunday? Will they open the doors for me?

Kimber's Thoughts

Once upon a time there lived one lady and little girl. The lady was 46 and the little girl was 8. There names were Denise and Kimber. Denise made a blog and Kimber had a website with American Girls on it. She doesn't get to play on it because her mom doesn't let her play on the internet. She does get to play her e-pet. Her Dad had to work second shift probably till December third. She had three girls and one of them was dating. The one who was dating got married and they all lived happily ever after. The end