Hi Sorry I haven't wrote in here in a while so I thought I would put in one of my old essays from last year. This one was one of my favorites to write. Because it is a special story to me. This is a true story from my early teens. I hope you will enjoy it.
The Light in My Darkness
It was raining again. "Looks like we will have to stay inside for the reunion," I said to myself. We (my family) had decided to have a game day for all the cousins, but because of the rain my Mom's whole family (42 people) would be crowded in the house. To escape the chaos, I chose to go read in the loft. Although it wasn't long before I started to draw instead.
Drawing had been my escape from a life of loneliness and discontentment in the last few years. I had started with stick figures, but recently had taken on drawing Anime style cartoons and enjoyed the challenge. During my childhood years, my brothers and I turned into Bayblade junkies, So naturally its characters became my first sketches, which led me into creating my own. But it was all an escape, a release from the reality that I had no friends. So I was left to my imagination and myself. I could talk to people just fine, but I could never connect with anyone. Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to be like my dad, so I did boy things like play sports, and do crazy things. The girls around me never understood me and, for that matter, I never understood them. I hung out with the boys, but was never accepted as one of them. Therefore, I always felt alone. I prayed and prayed to God that He would give me a friend: someone I could talk to, speak my mind, and just have a fun time with. But it didn't happen, and I was still alone. Even at the family reunion I felt like an outsider. I was a stranger to my OWN FAMILY! Through my sketches, my imagination became my constant companion. Thus, I found myself in the loft, alone, drawing again.
"Hey! What are you doing up here?" Someone said. I looked up to see my cousin, Kyo, (That is my nickname for him lol)scrutinizing me as he came up the last steps to the loft. Kyo and I are four months apart in age and grew up hanging out together at the reunions. But fro the past few years we hadn't been as close, so his presence startled me. "Ah, just drawing," I replied. "Oh, what are you drawing?" he asked. "Just cartoons," I answered. He came over and sat in front of me with his curious blue eyes. "Wow! Did you draw this?" he exclaimed as he picked up one of my Kingdom Hearts drawings. "It looks just like the real character!" Although pride welled up inside of me, I was speechless. Not knowing how to respond, I slightly bowed my head to cover my face with my hair and quietly uttered, "Yes." "Wow, your really good! What else do you draw?" he asked. I haded him the book I had recently been collecting my pictures in. He took it eagerly, his eyes drinking in every detail. I laughed; no one had ever been so immersed in my drawings before.
As he looked through each page, the happier I became. Here was someone who was truly admiring my pictures. The adults always said they looked good, but he was genuinely enjoying them. That was when I really wanted to draw better. Better, so I could see his happy face with eyes bulging and the shocked expression on his face. Unknowingly he had given me a purpose. Ever since that day, Every time I see him, I show him my newest pictures.
As the years have passed, we have enjoyed a growing friendship. Kyo is someone I can talk to about anything, speak my mind to, and just have a fun time with. Today he is my number one fan and best friend.
God really did answer my prayer, and it was worth every second of the wait. This has taught me to trust Him to give me what is best for me in His time. I have learned through this to be content and trust the source of true happiness. Kyo awakened me to that source within me, th Spirit of God: The Light in my darkness.
Then spoke Jesus...,"I am the light of the world:
he that follows me will not walk in darkness,
but will have the light of life." John 8:12
