Ill be on your side forevermore!

Dear Friends, 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V22ahe9xzC4

I promise, 

Alex Trost

The story I wish all FHE groups knew!

Dear Lauren,

The end of winter 2010 semester was a nightmare. Basically my group of friends turned wacky and started making up stuff, spreading rumors, and treating me really poorly. It got to the point that I felt like a stranger in my own apartment and was in many ways totally exiled from my very close group of friends. With no other friends to turn too I befriended a group of people that had very low morals and considered themselves misfits. I felt like I fit in well, based on my current standing with my other friends.

 As time went by I found myself becoming comfortable around these people. I let them smoke and drink around me and tried to make them feel that I wasn’t judging them. Luckily, I realized that I was being poisoned. No matter how good my intentions, I was getting sucked down right along with them.

 The night I realized this I couldn’t sleep and so I decided to kneel in prayer. I asked for some very specific blessings. One very specific thing that I asked for was a good FHE group. I specifically remember saying, "Father please put me in a group with Lauren Brower." I just knew that we would be good friends and that being your friend could strengthen me.

 When we were, to my surprise, put in the same group, I kept thinking how much God really loved me. We all became such good friends and I was able to have the strength to ditch those rebel friends. For me you were a tender mercy from God.

Thank You,

Alex Trost

she'll say yes.....

Dear Katie, 

Don't cry! These words were never easier for me to say, or for her to second guess. 

Miserable at best,

Alex

Palmovka

Dear Memories of the Czech,

Beautiful streets-

Yet not as if it didn’t exist

A much heavier gloom lingered in the out reach

Beautiful streets turned dreary with the stench of man

A place for them who didn’t know home

And for those searching for something of necessity

The mist of grunge welcomes not the clean white shirt

A place where man’s search for silver ends

And where sadness puts on like a coat in bitterness 

Lost in the looking and finding in substance alone

Only the brave will talk to him in affliction

For Grace sufficient is the same for all

Dreary streets-

Turned beautiful with endless strides of love

 

Common is so common when in the eyes of pride

And dirty gets you dirty when treated for its Crown

Perhaps in colored glass the problem seems so different

And only as pertains to you does the problem stay with them

 

Dreary eyes-

Yet not as if it didn’t exist

A lighter air still lingers in the grasp of one’s own hands

Dreary eyes turned beautiful through the hope from somewhere else

 Home turns to a matter of ambition

And peace reaches even the most tranquil moments

Dirt is washed with the Grace foretold

Beauty is not the suit and tie but the experience

Lost in the looking and finding in Hope

For Grace sufficient is the same for all

Dreary eyes-

Turned beautiful with endless strides of love.

S Laskou,

Starsi Trost