This poem was inspired by the ones in Haiti and all around the world, and even right next door or in our classrooms and workplaces who are calling out for help right now. God calls us to love Him, and love others. We cannot be self-absorbed and we can't keep turning away. There are real needs all around us, and I know that we have the means to meet a lot of those needs. So please, everyone, do everything you can, pray, donate, go on missions, or just be a friend, to someone you know who's in need right now. We are called to love others. So let's love each other, let's reach out, and see people the way God sees us, and share love and compassion and mercy and grace.
A song by a woman who really knows what this means:
http://www.jillpearsonmusic.com/music-34.html
Thanks, Jill. You're such an incredible example and artist for so many people, and I am really inspired by your heart for Christ and for others, and how you use your amazing gifts to help others. Thank you.
We walk this earth
In this priveleged place
And we forget
There are others.
There are those in pain everyday,
Who don't have what we have,
Who can't afford this selfishness,
This bitterness.
There are those who are struggling to survive,
There are those who are in pain,
Those who survive natural disaster,
Those who are barely making it,
From disasters inside and out.
These are the ones screaming out,
For our help,
For us to reach out,
Not to turn away.
Not to look away,
Not to deny
Their needs
Their pain.
We are self-absorbed,
And we keep making it all about us,
We focus on us,
And this is not the way it should be.
The poor, the sick, the victims,
The survivors, the hurting,
Are screaming out for us.
Even in silence, we should hear them.
God hears their cries,
He calls us.
They're calling to us,
We were meant to love Him,
And we were meant to love others.
Don't turn away,
Don't close your eyes,
To the pain,
Though it hurts even to see it,
We must see it.
We must understand,
Before we can truly love those
Who need Him,
Who need us.
We are called to love.
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Showing posts with label God is there for us. Show all posts
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Some sort of poemishvent thing. (a test for myself)
Identity
These days I wonder
Where did my heart go?
Where did my empathy go?
Where did my faith go?
When did this attitude of selfishness, coarseness come from?
When did I turn into this person?
When did my caring die?
When did every thought turn into me?
Where did my selflessness go?
When did I become this person?
When did I start to make excuses?
When did I start apologizing just to make me seem better?
When did I turn into this person?
Where did my heart go?
When did I become the kind of person I'd like to hit?
When did I get so violent?
When did I get so coarse and cruel?
When did I get so ignorant?
When did I lose it?
When did I stop caring?
When did I become all about me?
When did I drain my friendships of substance?
When did my fiction become more important than real life?
When did I stop caring?
When did I become this person?
How could I start a new year as this person?
How could I think about those things?
How come God still forgives me?
Still wants me, still loves me?
How could anyone if they really knew every thought within me?
How is it possible?
Somehow, it is,
He tells me
Somehow, God still loves me.
Somehow, the incredible people
He's placed in my life
Still love me.
Somehow.
God knows me, all of me, and still loves me.
Love you. Loves all of us.
No matter what.
All I know,
Is that my life must be realigned,
Maybe it will be painful,
But my life must be changed.
My dreams, my goals, my passions,
Should all be His.
All of me.
I won't be missing,
I won't be someone I don't know, someone I'd love to hate,
Anymore.
Because of His love, and His grace.
These days I wonder
Where did my heart go?
Where did my empathy go?
Where did my faith go?
When did this attitude of selfishness, coarseness come from?
When did I turn into this person?
When did my caring die?
When did every thought turn into me?
Where did my selflessness go?
When did I become this person?
When did I start to make excuses?
When did I start apologizing just to make me seem better?
When did I turn into this person?
Where did my heart go?
When did I become the kind of person I'd like to hit?
When did I get so violent?
When did I get so coarse and cruel?
When did I get so ignorant?
When did I lose it?
When did I stop caring?
When did I become all about me?
When did I drain my friendships of substance?
When did my fiction become more important than real life?
When did I stop caring?
When did I become this person?
How could I start a new year as this person?
How could I think about those things?
How come God still forgives me?
Still wants me, still loves me?
How could anyone if they really knew every thought within me?
How is it possible?
Somehow, it is,
He tells me
Somehow, God still loves me.
Somehow, the incredible people
He's placed in my life
Still love me.
Somehow.
God knows me, all of me, and still loves me.
Love you. Loves all of us.
No matter what.
All I know,
Is that my life must be realigned,
Maybe it will be painful,
But my life must be changed.
My dreams, my goals, my passions,
Should all be His.
All of me.
I won't be missing,
I won't be someone I don't know, someone I'd love to hate,
Anymore.
Because of His love, and His grace.
Monday, September 29, 2008
A series of ridiculously long poetry/let-out-emotional-stuffs-poems
Mood rings would go insane
Emotions, do they change?
Remembering bad times
Like sixth grade
An absorbent sponge of emotional OCD
Obssessive kid with wants for emo
Scarred by what seemed like rejection
Over an obssessive, stalker-like crush
A year before
Oh, self-pity has no benefits
Misery has no joy
You never wanna feel like that
It's pointless, a waste of time
So why spend a while thinking it over?
Mulling it over
On your mind?
Wondering how and why...
Why not drop the past and run?
When do the 'psychological anylasis' techniques run dry?
Why not face the future, keep on moving
Then make everything behind you seem like blood and dust?
Tears, tears, cried
7 seconds that the devil almost took my mind
I ran downstairs and picked up my Day-By-Day Children's Bible
The girl knew to read the Bible with a purpose
The verse she found out of a random opening
It was about loving others, serving others
And the treasures in Heavan she would receive
Oh gosh, she knew
She wouldn't waste her time with selfishness like that
But mulling it over, over a year
Keeping it silent
Away from the parents
Talked to the guidance counselor everyday after lunch
By choice of course, the only person she knew who would do that
Read the stories in the Chicken Soup books over and over
Teen and Girl's editions
Cutting and anorexia and bullimia they recovered from
Diary entries of self-deprecating words
Superheaddesk to her now
Why is she thinking of it all again?!
No, no, she won't let it return
Her friends need her help most
Her own problems shouldn't even resurface
Shouldn't even HAVE a surface
What is the purpose of this poem?
Of this blog?
Self-pity, is it again? Someone else's attention?
Why doubt herself like this?
ARGH, she doesn't want the attention...
The shrink shouldn't have problems
Now, she knows she should turn to the Lord
She needs to keep on praying, and not to listen to the lies
She needs to stop her doubting, and not give into those lies!
Society says otherwise, everywhere she turns!
Online debates tell her no and no and no, and the people
Why do they all not believe in Truth?
Love is supposed to go to everyone
"Love the person, not the sin."
And that is what she tries to do
Strives to do
"Speak the Truth, no matter what."
And that's what she strives to do
But the frustration is eating at her again
And the lies are so much easier
Sinful heart wants its ways to be satisfied
But she can't let it happen
She cries out again and again to the Lord
And He's there
The verse they tell her again and again
The one He speaks to her
"Be still and know that I am God."
Be still, be still, be still...
Brain works on overtime
Hearts are confused
Exchange worry for prayer
Give it up, and don't hold onto what you were supposed to let go
Lay your burdens on Him.
But why does she hold on again and again?!
Time to blast Flyleaf
"You are the Truth,
Outscreaming these lies
You are the Truth
Saving my life"
Put your burdens on Him... like the skit in Sunday school class...
No, no more of these thoughts
Let it all go to Him.
---
Ahem. Second poem thing now. (a series of smaller poems associated into one... big poem-thing...)
-----------
Painfully listening to them speak
About their lives
And then they won't speak
When you think they need it
Seperate patient from friend
They need a listening ear
She's probably busy
Does she need to talk?
I'm not entirely sure.
And then another
Struggling, so much, internally
Not knowing the Truth spiritually
All I can do is keep on praying.
If I'm supposed to speak the Truth,
100% of the time...
I should stop being so intimidated?
Is that the word?
Don't let her own thoughts matter
In telling her what is True.
Do not hesitate to say The Bible is all facts.
Do not hesitate.
Let the Holy Spirit speak to her, like they've all told you is right.
If she does not accept, let it go...
It's all their choice...
You can't change a person's mind.
Don't ever bring up that topic again
In that room.
You saw her flinch when you said the word, mentioned the 'sucky' debate
You and your other friend did online.
Don't ever say that word again.
Even though you didn't mention it directly
Even though it was about those you felt unjust bitterness toward
Due to their bashing of the Truth, of the Bible, of God Himself,
Though you spoke your words because they wouldn't face it in that debate
Don't mention abortion again.
Don't say the word around her.
Is that wrong, to think this way?
To not want to remind of her the pain?
Don't ever say that word again, not around her?
Change your opinions?
Should you?
No... a human life, is a life,
But...
Just don't say it again...
Soft-spoken, shy, desperate?
What does she want in her life?
Self-esteem issues...
But is she a little selfISH?
Who am I to think that way?
When I can be the same...
She quit going to her youth group...
I should've tried to talk to her more about that...
Rather than let myself brush the subject,
To listen to the rest of her crush-story...
Right as she needed to hang up.
-------------
Endy Poem-thing-maybe?
(references 'The Shrink' poem)
Yes, the shrink really sucks at her 'job'
A lot
Not only sometimes
Speak up, she needs to
But sometimes she talks too much...
Balance, she's tried to learn
And she's still got a ways to go
But she plans to keep on going
Keep on praying
Keep on loving
Because that's what she's here for.
--------------------------------------
*breathes*
That feels much better. I love you guys. :) God Bless. :)
Emotions, do they change?
Remembering bad times
Like sixth grade
An absorbent sponge of emotional OCD
Obssessive kid with wants for emo
Scarred by what seemed like rejection
Over an obssessive, stalker-like crush
A year before
Oh, self-pity has no benefits
Misery has no joy
You never wanna feel like that
It's pointless, a waste of time
So why spend a while thinking it over?
Mulling it over
On your mind?
Wondering how and why...
Why not drop the past and run?
When do the 'psychological anylasis' techniques run dry?
Why not face the future, keep on moving
Then make everything behind you seem like blood and dust?
Tears, tears, cried
7 seconds that the devil almost took my mind
I ran downstairs and picked up my Day-By-Day Children's Bible
The girl knew to read the Bible with a purpose
The verse she found out of a random opening
It was about loving others, serving others
And the treasures in Heavan she would receive
Oh gosh, she knew
She wouldn't waste her time with selfishness like that
But mulling it over, over a year
Keeping it silent
Away from the parents
Talked to the guidance counselor everyday after lunch
By choice of course, the only person she knew who would do that
Read the stories in the Chicken Soup books over and over
Teen and Girl's editions
Cutting and anorexia and bullimia they recovered from
Diary entries of self-deprecating words
Superheaddesk to her now
Why is she thinking of it all again?!
No, no, she won't let it return
Her friends need her help most
Her own problems shouldn't even resurface
Shouldn't even HAVE a surface
What is the purpose of this poem?
Of this blog?
Self-pity, is it again? Someone else's attention?
Why doubt herself like this?
ARGH, she doesn't want the attention...
The shrink shouldn't have problems
Now, she knows she should turn to the Lord
She needs to keep on praying, and not to listen to the lies
She needs to stop her doubting, and not give into those lies!
Society says otherwise, everywhere she turns!
Online debates tell her no and no and no, and the people
Why do they all not believe in Truth?
Love is supposed to go to everyone
"Love the person, not the sin."
And that is what she tries to do
Strives to do
"Speak the Truth, no matter what."
And that's what she strives to do
But the frustration is eating at her again
And the lies are so much easier
Sinful heart wants its ways to be satisfied
But she can't let it happen
She cries out again and again to the Lord
And He's there
The verse they tell her again and again
The one He speaks to her
"Be still and know that I am God."
Be still, be still, be still...
Brain works on overtime
Hearts are confused
Exchange worry for prayer
Give it up, and don't hold onto what you were supposed to let go
Lay your burdens on Him.
But why does she hold on again and again?!
Time to blast Flyleaf
"You are the Truth,
Outscreaming these lies
You are the Truth
Saving my life"
Put your burdens on Him... like the skit in Sunday school class...
No, no more of these thoughts
Let it all go to Him.
---
Ahem. Second poem thing now. (a series of smaller poems associated into one... big poem-thing...)
-----------
Painfully listening to them speak
About their lives
And then they won't speak
When you think they need it
Seperate patient from friend
They need a listening ear
She's probably busy
Does she need to talk?
I'm not entirely sure.
And then another
Struggling, so much, internally
Not knowing the Truth spiritually
All I can do is keep on praying.
If I'm supposed to speak the Truth,
100% of the time...
I should stop being so intimidated?
Is that the word?
Don't let her own thoughts matter
In telling her what is True.
Do not hesitate to say The Bible is all facts.
Do not hesitate.
Let the Holy Spirit speak to her, like they've all told you is right.
If she does not accept, let it go...
It's all their choice...
You can't change a person's mind.
Don't ever bring up that topic again
In that room.
You saw her flinch when you said the word, mentioned the 'sucky' debate
You and your other friend did online.
Don't ever say that word again.
Even though you didn't mention it directly
Even though it was about those you felt unjust bitterness toward
Due to their bashing of the Truth, of the Bible, of God Himself,
Though you spoke your words because they wouldn't face it in that debate
Don't mention abortion again.
Don't say the word around her.
Is that wrong, to think this way?
To not want to remind of her the pain?
Don't ever say that word again, not around her?
Change your opinions?
Should you?
No... a human life, is a life,
But...
Just don't say it again...
Soft-spoken, shy, desperate?
What does she want in her life?
Self-esteem issues...
But is she a little selfISH?
Who am I to think that way?
When I can be the same...
She quit going to her youth group...
I should've tried to talk to her more about that...
Rather than let myself brush the subject,
To listen to the rest of her crush-story...
Right as she needed to hang up.
-------------
Endy Poem-thing-maybe?
(references 'The Shrink' poem)
Yes, the shrink really sucks at her 'job'
A lot
Not only sometimes
Speak up, she needs to
But sometimes she talks too much...
Balance, she's tried to learn
And she's still got a ways to go
But she plans to keep on going
Keep on praying
Keep on loving
Because that's what she's here for.
--------------------------------------
*breathes*
That feels much better. I love you guys. :) God Bless. :)
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Rant about this morning and a whole bunch of other stuff (slightly story style)
*yawn*
Today started out with my brother and my dad heading out to do work together so my mom and I could hang out and get my haircut for the Breaking Dawn release party tommorrow.
And then there was a tornado/EXTREMELY severe thunderstorm warning...
So yeah, I freaked out a bit.
The house never felt so empty and eerie before...
But I kept on praying to the Lord, and my dad called, and we were all good... and they had to cancel plans, however. For my dad's work and all that, reschedule appointments. (He's an adjuster for an insurance company... tons of property damage a few hours, and maybe even a few minutes, away from our house in Minnesota... but he works up north most of the time, so yeah, hours.)
Anyway, he called again. And my little bro and my dad were driving home... of course, my dad kept trying to freak me out by saying: "We're going through some tunnel clouds! OOH! We just got lifted up two feet and brought back to the pavement!"
Yeah. That's great, Dad. Just great.
Anyway, they got home. And I got a mocha iced coffee from 'McDonald's Cafe'. Which, I have to admit, even if you guys don't agree, tasted pretty good.
*sigh*
So then I walked through the rain to get a DVD. The river looks awesome today. The town of ours is so small... so darn, dang, small... but it used to be smaller. I mean, we NEVER had this many cars parked on mainstreet a few years ago, unless it was for some big event. Cars keep driving down, pulling out. Almost running people over...
Ugh. I miss that, sometimes... just the quiet little town. But we are a quiet little town, regardless. Our population has just gone up a bit.
And it's definitely gonna get bigger as soon as they start this plan they have out. It's horrible. There's this place where all these elk are? This elk farm-type-place? Well, they're gonna turn it into a HUGE business place, with this bio-research place. It's gonna suck. This part of town where I'm at, will be the 'old' part of town. And there will be people SWARMING here. Like the city nearby.
This place is gonna be a city.
It's like an extension of the city nearby. (Alright, no one's allowed to stalk me. (or my friends) IF YOU DO I WILL... erm... CALL THE POLICE! Yeah... that... anyway...), Rochester. A large of amount of people who live there, that I know, have parents that work at either IBM or the Mayo Clinic, as a nurse, a technology person, all that.
This is gonna turn into that.
I mean, it sounds great, but the nature... poor elk get to be put in little 'meadow-like' areas spread across the lovely suburbian community they're attempting to create here, with great jobs, and stuff like that. Sure, it's great. The city's expanding, yey!
But the animals are gonna be observed like they're in a zoo. Not that it's any better at the farm right now. But it's like the Indians, taking their land, and doing what WE want with it... I mean, they're animals, but it's still pretty sad to me.
And what's gonna happen when ALL small towns cease to exist?! I'm gonna hate coming here twenty years from now, with tourists and people filling up our streets... do we humans HAVE to just have more and more and more? I mean, why expand?! This place is perfectly fine... I love it the way it is/was. But nature's gonna decline, and small towns will keep growing, until they're a part of another city's metropolis.
*sigh*
Anyway, continuing with this morning...
I got 27 Dresse again. I haven't watched it yet, because Read It and Weep (the Disney Channel Original Movie) was on. And... to be honest, I think I'm an in-the-closet-DCOM-lover. Except for the Cheetah Girls, and when they got rid of Raven... EVEEL PEOPLE. *glares*
Anyway, Read It and Weep is a great movie to me. I mean, it just has a lot of great stuff in it... and it should have had a soundtrack, even though it wasn't particularly a musical. I liked it though. I really wanna know what the song is when Jamie is getting ready for the dance... *headdesk*
Anyway, I'ma keep ranting now...
That kiss. The one between Jamie and Connor in Read it and Weep.
That was what I thought MY first kiss would be... when I watched that movie, I absolutely thought of that. I remembered writing so much and class, how much I could relate to that movie back then. Now I see it through different eyes, but it's still the same. You can't lose yourself like that, pretend to be something you're not, and hurt people... but in the end, you've just gotta get back and learn who you really are, what's right, what's wrong. And it's great to have amazing friends who will always stick by your side, no matter what.
Anyway...
I didn't get the Connor and Jamie kiss, even though it was silently embedded in my head. I didn't think of that at all on that darn, stupid, freaking ski lift...
Oh well. I still won't forget mine. :) Who could?
Anyway...
(I've been saying that a lot lately...)
I really need to get back to my faith. *sigh* I was skimming my teen study Bible (from about 1990-something) again today, and I really need to focus. So bad... *sigh*
I don't wanna stray away...
I was reading one of my mom's devotionals in her 'Our Daily Bread' booklet, and it said "It's not how LONG you live, but HOW you live your life..." and stuff like that, for one of the dates... *sigh* And I gotta live for God, and stop trying to live for myself.
Today started out with my brother and my dad heading out to do work together so my mom and I could hang out and get my haircut for the Breaking Dawn release party tommorrow.
And then there was a tornado/EXTREMELY severe thunderstorm warning...
So yeah, I freaked out a bit.
The house never felt so empty and eerie before...
But I kept on praying to the Lord, and my dad called, and we were all good... and they had to cancel plans, however. For my dad's work and all that, reschedule appointments. (He's an adjuster for an insurance company... tons of property damage a few hours, and maybe even a few minutes, away from our house in Minnesota... but he works up north most of the time, so yeah, hours.)
Anyway, he called again. And my little bro and my dad were driving home... of course, my dad kept trying to freak me out by saying: "We're going through some tunnel clouds! OOH! We just got lifted up two feet and brought back to the pavement!"
Yeah. That's great, Dad. Just great.
Anyway, they got home. And I got a mocha iced coffee from 'McDonald's Cafe'. Which, I have to admit, even if you guys don't agree, tasted pretty good.
*sigh*
So then I walked through the rain to get a DVD. The river looks awesome today. The town of ours is so small... so darn, dang, small... but it used to be smaller. I mean, we NEVER had this many cars parked on mainstreet a few years ago, unless it was for some big event. Cars keep driving down, pulling out. Almost running people over...
Ugh. I miss that, sometimes... just the quiet little town. But we are a quiet little town, regardless. Our population has just gone up a bit.
And it's definitely gonna get bigger as soon as they start this plan they have out. It's horrible. There's this place where all these elk are? This elk farm-type-place? Well, they're gonna turn it into a HUGE business place, with this bio-research place. It's gonna suck. This part of town where I'm at, will be the 'old' part of town. And there will be people SWARMING here. Like the city nearby.
This place is gonna be a city.
It's like an extension of the city nearby. (Alright, no one's allowed to stalk me. (or my friends) IF YOU DO I WILL... erm... CALL THE POLICE! Yeah... that... anyway...), Rochester. A large of amount of people who live there, that I know, have parents that work at either IBM or the Mayo Clinic, as a nurse, a technology person, all that.
This is gonna turn into that.
I mean, it sounds great, but the nature... poor elk get to be put in little 'meadow-like' areas spread across the lovely suburbian community they're attempting to create here, with great jobs, and stuff like that. Sure, it's great. The city's expanding, yey!
But the animals are gonna be observed like they're in a zoo. Not that it's any better at the farm right now. But it's like the Indians, taking their land, and doing what WE want with it... I mean, they're animals, but it's still pretty sad to me.
And what's gonna happen when ALL small towns cease to exist?! I'm gonna hate coming here twenty years from now, with tourists and people filling up our streets... do we humans HAVE to just have more and more and more? I mean, why expand?! This place is perfectly fine... I love it the way it is/was. But nature's gonna decline, and small towns will keep growing, until they're a part of another city's metropolis.
*sigh*
Anyway, continuing with this morning...
I got 27 Dresse again. I haven't watched it yet, because Read It and Weep (the Disney Channel Original Movie) was on. And... to be honest, I think I'm an in-the-closet-DCOM-lover. Except for the Cheetah Girls, and when they got rid of Raven... EVEEL PEOPLE. *glares*
Anyway, Read It and Weep is a great movie to me. I mean, it just has a lot of great stuff in it... and it should have had a soundtrack, even though it wasn't particularly a musical. I liked it though. I really wanna know what the song is when Jamie is getting ready for the dance... *headdesk*
Anyway, I'ma keep ranting now...
That kiss. The one between Jamie and Connor in Read it and Weep.
That was what I thought MY first kiss would be... when I watched that movie, I absolutely thought of that. I remembered writing so much and class, how much I could relate to that movie back then. Now I see it through different eyes, but it's still the same. You can't lose yourself like that, pretend to be something you're not, and hurt people... but in the end, you've just gotta get back and learn who you really are, what's right, what's wrong. And it's great to have amazing friends who will always stick by your side, no matter what.
Anyway...
I didn't get the Connor and Jamie kiss, even though it was silently embedded in my head. I didn't think of that at all on that darn, stupid, freaking ski lift...
Oh well. I still won't forget mine. :) Who could?
Anyway...
(I've been saying that a lot lately...)
I really need to get back to my faith. *sigh* I was skimming my teen study Bible (from about 1990-something) again today, and I really need to focus. So bad... *sigh*
I don't wanna stray away...
I was reading one of my mom's devotionals in her 'Our Daily Bread' booklet, and it said "It's not how LONG you live, but HOW you live your life..." and stuff like that, for one of the dates... *sigh* And I gotta live for God, and stop trying to live for myself.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Gahhhh meehhh neehhh rawrr aaaaagghhhh errrgh. *headdesk*(rant/angst/item/thing?)
Earlier tonight I declared that it was emospazzing night! Hooray! You know, the night when I emotionally beat myself up for being stupid toward other people, and not knowing how to handle things... I feel like I've stepped back one hundred steps from my empathy and sensitivity toward people... I feel horribly guilty for not calling people who probably needed someone to talk to. For not caring as much as I should. For dismissing things that people did that needed to be addressed. For not being a supportive friend...
Well, I WAS just feeling better, but my happiness level went down a bit from pointing out negative things... dam_, erm... dang... you pessimism...
Anyway, I am feeling okay now. Because I can darkly poke fun at my own problems, which means I have issues right now. *headdeskheaddeskheaddesk*
Lord, forgive me.
One of the Sam's was telling me about how great reading the Bible was. And I was AMAZED by how he'd changed again, just from reading the Bible. I am so glad he's doing so well right now... his faith is incredible. I admire him.
I was truly amazed. God really works in our lives... So much. I've gotta let him in...
Even when I'm misunderstood, or when I'm doing anything wrong... and when I don't know what to do for people. I want to take those 100 steps forward again... even though it's probably going to take some work, if I don't focus. I just know that God is always there no matter what... So I'm going to have to give it all to him.
Well, I WAS just feeling better, but my happiness level went down a bit from pointing out negative things... dam_, erm... dang... you pessimism...
Anyway, I am feeling okay now. Because I can darkly poke fun at my own problems, which means I have issues right now. *headdeskheaddeskheaddesk*
Lord, forgive me.
One of the Sam's was telling me about how great reading the Bible was. And I was AMAZED by how he'd changed again, just from reading the Bible. I am so glad he's doing so well right now... his faith is incredible. I admire him.
I was truly amazed. God really works in our lives... So much. I've gotta let him in...
Even when I'm misunderstood, or when I'm doing anything wrong... and when I don't know what to do for people. I want to take those 100 steps forward again... even though it's probably going to take some work, if I don't focus. I just know that God is always there no matter what... So I'm going to have to give it all to him.
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