My Deaths

In every path you choose
Your life, you'll loose

May it be towards self
life, you now place on the shelf

But be it towards Christ
In your death you gain life

These roads are side by side
one is narrow, one is wide

Make the time now, the time to choose
Give up your life, so death you'll lose.

My Door

"I'd rather be hated for who I am, rather than loved for who I am not." - Kurt Cobain

For those of you who don't know who that is, he was the 'leader' of the band "Nirvana". He ended up blowing his brains out after their first album, which hit number one spots on many radio stations.

Statistically speaking, the majority of psychologists have serious issues themselves that they work out with shrinks, doctors and meds.

My old bible study leader was an amazing speaker. Someone who was driven by the Holy Spirit and loved the Lord with all her heart. She knew her scripture because she knew her Lord.
She suffered heavy depression and dealt with it on a regular basis. That didn't make her any less of a great teacher.

Sometimes lessons that make us our strongest must first make us our weakest.

David - A great King of Isreal; Today we would call him a sexual offender.

Job - A light for everyone to have faith; Today the world would accept him as someone who doesn't deal with their problems and in need of psychological help.

Moses - A leader chosen by God; Today the world would criticize his stutter and tell him he should write a self help book instead.

Sarah - God told her she would have a baby, even at her old age she kept the faith in His promises; Today the world would tell her to give up, it's physically impossible. Then they would marvel at the "medical breakthrough" of her having a child and then make sure she had people who would take care of their child after their "soon to be" deaths from age.

We know God wouldn't give them a child unless he prepared them to be able to raise him right.


What this world says is not helpful, God makes perfect. Beautiful. "Don't let anyone bring you down because you are young"
I (not adding to the Word) say don't let anyone bring you down, EVER. God doesn't use us like we are, we suck. Pieces of filth. It is only after we give up our weaknesses to Him does He send us on missions. Missions to save lives, rescue people from this dying world.

If you love Jesus, you are born twice and die once.
If you don't, you are born once...and die twice.

I don't even know where I'm going with this, I think because of recent events taking place, being as weak as I am right now, I just need to write this down to assure myself that God is working amazing things in me and my friends.
It's truth. Even if I'm being a little hysterical. I know His promises never fail.

My Storm

Hannah sits beside me, Rachel's melodious voice bounces off the empty walls, my new friend Alex attempts to make the Marte's tv produce sound. It's already a fun night.

Today was a long and muggy day. After I was able to block out the sounds of bugs buzzing by my ears, the day became almost...peaceful. A great time for thought. Peaceful pastime . Tranquil treaty. Captivating conciliation.

There was a rather tempestuous storm last night. It was quite suprising. I left walgreens after buying ragu spaghetti sauce for my already made spaghetti. The wind seemed to be picking up I noticed but didn't pay attention to. While I eating my dinner, weather reports would come on about an approaching storm. Still not taking too much notice to the oncoming shower, I continued my peaceful dinner. Then a branch broke off a tree in my backyard. I realized how real the storm was and thought back on the weather reports and how much purple there was over my little section of San Antonio.
I quickly ran outside and watched as the midnight blue clouds rolled in, on and seemingly over my house. Lightning struck closer and closer towards my house as my face began to be pelted with over thirty mile an hour winds. A green and yellow glow was seen within the trees not half a mile from my house. A power generator blew. I quickly ran inside to check my lights and of course, power was out. It was great. The torrential rain started to beat my house as if my humble abode somehow wronged the approaching storm. A clash of the titans in the heavens would do this storm justice, and just like that, it was over. A pure fresh smell fill the air as I stepped out into what looked like a battle, just barely finished, amongst Ents. The sky seemed... cleaner. Though there was damage to my neighborhood, everything was at ease. The warmth of the air and the coolness of the breeze was a feeling unlike any other.

A lot of times our Christian walk can take on this same face, only spiritually. Storms can roll into our lives unexpectedly, we can marvel at how powerful it really is, take cover, weather it and when it's over... Peace. A storm passed always leaves what it just destroyed pure. We can get so caught up in the storm and not even notice how peaceful and pure everything around us now is. I'd like to say that I take this thought to heart after every "storm" or "battle" in my life, but I don't. I thank God that I was able to witness all of this and for the time at work to ponder on such events. I know I grow, just from what God has already made. Cool.

Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?
-Rose Kennedy