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Bethia Maria


I’m a musician who loves chocolate, school work, and hanging out with family and friends. I read too much, write to little, and create worlds in my head. I’m passionate about life, and love sharing my joy with others through music and writing.

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As a writer, there are a number of quotes that keep me grounded and remind me of why I'm here. Enjoy :)

A Word is dead,
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
~ Emily Dickinson

So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God. ~ 1 Corinthians 10:31

Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you. ~ A.A. Milne

The secret is Christ in me, not in a different set of circumstances. ~ Elizabeth Elliot

I don’t know which is more discouraging, literature or chickens. ~ E. B. White

Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are. ~ John Dryden

Ten Things I Know To Be True

April 16, 2018


Ten Things I Know To Be True

Life is complex,
It's a swirling galaxy of thoughts and emotions,
ever changing, ever the same…
it sparkles with ideas,
facts and fictions flare across its mysterious frontier.
It shines with gladness, sadness,
and everything in-between.

Listen! Fear is destructive.
It takes me, unmakes me,
warps me beyond recognition.
It buries confidence, smothers with shame,
strangles surety, security.
It is the sword at the throat of courage,
challenging bravery day after wearisome day.
I stand paralyzed,
dread holds me hypnotized,
I flee traumatized.
This is not good!
Trust me, there must be something stronger.

And sometimes, I don’t need a hug,
I can’t candle the touch,
it’s all too much,
but oh, how I could use some hope.
It’s another thing to hold, true,
but look, it makes the black sky turn blue!
I’m still stuck in this place,
but grace makes it easier to breath.

People are wonderful!
Kind, caring, sparing, daring, sharing,
Except… that they are people,
which means problems.
Each has a fear of their own.
There’s a price for each vice,
And it’s hard to live in a world messed up by sin.

I can work too hard.
then quickly crashing.
Rinse and repeat.
then slowly breaking.
This is my life.
The fear of failure — why does it always come back to fear?
— searching for perfection that is never quite there.

It’s hard to relax!
My mind is spinning,
tired of winning,
but I sit here grinning
‘cause I know how tough losing actually is.
To some it’s tradition,
to others a life-long mission.
Stopping work to work on relaxing,
is a cruel paradox,
because relaxation isn’t easy!

Only two things exist within panic:
One fear and one truth.
Senior or youth, the fear’s the same:
what if it’s not alright.
Rationality has nothing to do with it,
anxiety immobilizes,
a staggering hit,
It leaves me breathless, shaking,
dazed and amazed.
It’s terror,
an error,
a black hole, sucking every other thought,
a swirling mass of nothing but fear.
And tell me it’s not hard to find the truth within all that!
But the truth is there, a hidden prayer,
if I dare to dig that deep:
God’s in control, and it’s okay.
Dismay slips away.

Peace is shy,
a butterfly,
chased through the garden, over the yard,
A grasp, a dive, a grip,
but still it slips, swish,
just out of reach.
It’s only when I lie limp on the lawn,
Sun warm on my hair, eyes half closed,
that it alights,
A gift, so elusive,
yet here it lands,
right in my hands,
when I sought it least.

God is always constant.
What with fear growing,
this upriver rowing,
never quite knowing what’s to come,
it is good to have a God
from whom fear flees,
who shaped each stream,
who holds the future and the past,
and only needs to be asked, "will you lead?"
God’s in control, and it’s okay.
Dismay slips away.

They're few things so good as laughter!
I cradle the mirth close 'till fear slows,
it throws anxiety away,
and my voice knowns how the tune goes.
Everyone should have an Isaac,
A child born of laughter,
A God-promise for the future,
an assurance that He’s here before and after.
So, despite the fear of failure, — why does it always come back to fear?
— I laugh with the knowing that God’s in control.
Laughing long,
loosening the loss,
learning to let go.
This is joy!


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