Ressurection

It's kind of amazing how people have the power of resurrection.
That person you were, they have died.
And yet somehow, by the power of others, you find yourself staring at your old self, the person you were.
It's ugly.
And it hurts.
Has no one read a redemptive story? A "Christmas Carol" or even a "Harry Potter" (in reference to Severus Snape)?
Do we honestly believe people cannot change?
I'm done with this. I do not need to defend myself, I let God be my judge and I will be held accountable to Him.
Who am I now?
Come and see.

Lies, Lies, Lies.

Just in case anyone has any doubts....
I AFFIRM THE TRUTH OF SCRIPTURE! I AFFIRM IT'S VALIDITY AS THE WORD OF GOD!

I am not in a cult. Nor have I ever been. I do not believe that only I have truth and no one else does. Really?????????

I do not like chapel all the time. It happens. Not a big fan of some of the speakers, though not because I believe they have no truth.

Other people have truth, in fact a lot of people do. It's awesome because they are called our brothers and sisters in Christ.

Anything else you care to throw at me?

Life just got a whole lot more interesting.

I choose you.

Wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow

Will you walk this path with me?

Out there...

Freedom for:the captives, the blind, the deaf, the mute.

Truth blasted like a billion megawatt search light.

Bondage melts away like the winter months.

New life, His life, as you give Him yours.

Identities switch from that of a servant to a child.

Peace seeps into your soul.

Being in His presence as an end to itself.

Fellowship with the Almighty.

Intimacy eternally.

....just how radical do you want to get?

Randomness....sort of

People who hate valentines day = single people. Learn to love while being single.

Sing to Him, please. Or yell, or scream. Just make sure your heart is in it, otherwise it's shallow, weak and awkward.

I believe in the Holy Spirit and I believe you can be free from your sin, as is you do not need to struggle with it any longer.

I believe being a Christian begins with the cross, not ends with it.

Guilt is NOT a part of His plan, nor do I believe He uses it. I believe the word is "conviction".

Stop trying to relate and just let yourself be challenged.

Willingness and humbleness are KEY to any sort of spiritual growth.

Guys, tell a girl she is beautiful today, but make sure you explain your motivation.

Girls, let a guy tell you you're beautiful and know he is a brother.

Acoustic guitar is one of the most beautiful sounds to my ear, currently.

(that's all for now...inspiration has left me)

Lost

I believe I've lost myself
in You.
I can't quite tell where You
begin
and where I
end.
I've lost myself so deep in You.
It's so light here, no darkness, no burden.
And the pieces of me rest in the whole peace of You.
Seems so simple, now that I'm here.
I've lost myself so deep in You,
and I've no desire to return to where I
came from.
I don't think I ever will.
Return, that is.

Nothing Too Important

Things seem to be back on track, to quote a good friend. I don't think I've realized how far off track I was until I suddenly, quite unexpectedly, but graciously found myself back on track. Soothes the soul, you know?
Breathe Deeply. Inhale Slowly, and hold it for just a second longer than normal; slowly exhale and let your body relax. Rest, let Him love you the way He desires (and the way you desire, though you may not know it). Find solitude, find escape from all the noise, noise, noise, noise. Go and enjoy a walk alone. Appreciate the time in the shower when you're left with your thoughts and Him. He's always there, we just don't live life through that context. Just because we don't see Him or even necessarily feel Him doesn't mean He isn't there. So, we're never alone, are we? Ever. That can be quite a comforting thought, or one that invokes more conviction than we care to admit to. It's funny how that works out sometimes. Man, I do not like guilt. Let conviction rest on you, not guilt. Guilt keeps you still, right behind the tree branch, but he conviction opens your eyes to the fact that we are FREE to simply grab Jesus' hand and step over the branch. (the idea is that you're on a path and there's a big tree branch laying on the ground in front of you. Are you going to stare at the branch all day, lamenting about the fact that it's there, in front of you so long that you begin to question if you even know it's a branch or something else which throws you for an even bigger loop. Or will you simply let Jesus help you step OVER it and move on?) There's my analogy for the night.
P.S It's becoming increasingly more difficult to type on my laptop. For some reason (whether I'm actually causing it or my computer is malfunctioning) randomly, wherever the mouse is, that's where the cursor jumps to. Fortunately for this website, it asks me before I navigate to another page, though not all websites are like that. Writing long emails via Exchange or FB messaging has become a very tedious task.

Alluring

Different, not the same, exotic, unique, special.
Why are the different things so attractive? Why is the unknown so alluring? What is it about this thing we know so little about that makes us so curious? Why is there this innate sense of curiosity that demands us to ask questions, to examine, to obsess?
This seems a bit too existential for me, though it's definitely not what you think.
God, grant me peace. Allow me to continue on. Lead those into my path You would have me encounter. Do not allow me to be hindered by branches that can simply be stepped over. Be my breath.

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Greg and Lyndee are married. Finally. I think things are going to be changing a lot now. Not necessarily all because of them but it's part of it. And I think it will be a good change. I guess it just depends on who is changing and what that change is.
I don't know.
It's one of those bad days. It's bound to be when my day starts off like it did today. Not quite sure how to bounce back from it. And leaving and going somewhere with with someone won't help either which is exactly what I want to do. Ironic, huh?
Sometimes I feel like a wanton.

It's been too long...

It's February now, and I don't feel anyone really caught my profile picture on facebook. I thought it was very clever.
It's funny how life has it's seasons and quirks.
blah. Thought I was in the mood. I'm not