Discouraged Histórias

Growing up as a pastor's kid I saw the church hoppers, the Sunday morning only group, and the ones who were only faithful when everything was going great. I was privileged to see behind the scenes of the struggle to save those who just didn't really care if they were saved until something bad transpired in their lives. But it is a different era now. Even those who grew up on the pews are slipping away into the darkness. Have we grown weary of church as we know it? Is the cost of serving God just too much? Has the casual society become too integrated with the church to where we no longer really feel the spirit anymore? We will explore these ideas and more and hopefully help restore your faith once more in the power of a living God in this book by the pastor, evangelist, and author, Nathaniel Austin. May God Bless You!

Everyone's story is different, some just end faster than others. All Rights Reserved ©

Greetings, this book includes random 3 a.m. thoughts converted into stories. All the chapters may contain different stories. I hope reading this won't be a waste of your time. Enjoy.

I'm debating on whether I should try to write another story EDIT: I'M WRITING ANOTHER STORY NOOT NOOT. Also I'm just gonna use this book to rant out all my feelings and stuff

Please Don't judge me. Don't mock My cover. I've been blown apart By the stares of many Broadcasting my every move. They don't know me. They don't know me. They don't know me. Please take me out of this body Please take me out of this pit. I've been shattered and torn But in my heart, remains your thrown. Take my body Take my soul What I've given You Will never forget. Just take me away now With the streams Still on my face. The beauty they behold Is as vast as the sky above me. So please burry my dust Under a tree. Please remember me, Don't forget me My mistakes are not valid, I'm prettier than they. They caused too much heart ache There are flowers in the dirt... But now theres none left for me. Just dust. I'm only dust. The grime isn't permanent. Please take me away To the top of the hill Where I can rest My weary feet My torn mind Wind blown hair And deep sunken eyes - Deep as the sea.

★彡[ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴏʀɴ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴜɴꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ,ꜱᴀɴ ꜰʀᴀɴꜱɪꜱᴄᴏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇꜱ. ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴ 15, ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇʟʟꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ.]彡★

to the lonely

((Keep your own bad vibes out of your cornflakes))

All in the title.

A difficult life starting at a young age learning how to live and just wants to be happy about herself and feels the peace that some people have. And still learning on how to be happy.

You can be rich, you can be beautiful, but in the inside how do you feel? What's on your mind? I'll tell you what's on my mind .... Ryder Daniels. The most famous football player of Worships High. Everyone worships him, and bows down to his feet,but not me. Reagan Richards, daughter of King Richards and Charlotte Richards, they own some of the biggest industry's in the world. Ryder Daniels, son of Jonathan Daniels and Mallory Daniels, CEOs of Daniels industry's partly owned by the Richards What do you think will happen when Reagan realizes she is still in love with Ryder. Will she let them live in the future or keep looking back at the past.

A snapshot of emotions.

Hello my Warrior, I was thinking about you today my dear. Here is my gift to you. A collection of short letters just for you. ________________________________ A/N: These are all original. Please ask before you copy my letters. Thank you :) I encourage you to make your own letters of encouragement using your own words. Feel free to tell me. I would love to read them :)

Some poetry about my struggles and insecurities

A poem-piece based on struggles, worries, anxiety and fears. Related more to us than Tony Stark. We all have such times...times when we have no hope. I just tried to express one.