I just started listening to a song, and it kept saying that God is enough for us. We don't need to fill that emptiness in our hearts that God fills with worldly materials, alcohol, drugs, sex outside of marriage, or anything else that gets in His way. In the end, He and where you stand in Him are all that matters.
God has been working in my life so much lately. Although at times, it's been frustrating, it's going to be totally worth it, I know. He has drawn me more to Him with every passing day, and I've never felt this strong of a presence from Him before. It's exciting, exhilarating, unfathomable.
It can also be a bit frightening. I don't know what He's going to do in my life, so it's kind of like I'm living on the edge. Not that I mind at all. Haha. But it's been heavy on my mind and heart lately to be a missionary to a foreign country, and everytime I think of it, my mind always goes to France. And it's pretty scary religious wise over there. But hey, wherever He needs me, I'll go. No questions asked.
Anyway. He has sent so many blessings my way. In the disguise of financial help for my parents, new friends that have helped me so much on my Walk, *winkwink*, my sister being healed of a non-curable disease (Thank you God!), and the little things. For a while, I was basking in His light so much, I was wondering how I deserved any of it.
But of course, in every beautifully painted picture, there are flaws. Like the whole fiasco at school this week. But I know that He only dished that out to me because He knew I could handle it. And He's preparing me for something in my future that deals with disappointment. And I did handle it. Maybe not exactly the way He would've liked it, but I'm past it.
So many frightening things have happened in my area in the past half-year. First we had a doctor murdered across our tiny town, then 5 people killed by a psycho family member, then we had a fight break out in a courthouse the next county over about a death sentance, and a woman was kidnapped a couple months back by her ex-fiance. AND the shooting on the steps of the capitol in Austin. The devil is screwing with our area lately, and I don't like it. All I can do is pray I guess.
I should probably stop ranting and go read my Bible. I just had a lot of this on my heart, and I thought this was a good place to let it out. :)
2 Corinthians 12:9
"But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me."
Friday, January 29, 2010
Prince Charming
In these days of mine,Prince Charmings are always in the movies
Seranading us Cinderellas,
Promising secrets that real life boys could never keep
They always sacrifice their lives for their beloved
And swear revenge on the villians,
Sweeping us up onto their horse, and riding off into the sunset
Too bad reality isn't as sweet as that, where the men force us to fight our own battles
And we must sit alone, singing love songs in our heads,
Wishing that Prince would step out of the screen,
And kiss our hand and whisper,
"You're not alone, my dear."
Seranading us Cinderellas,
Promising secrets that real life boys could never keep
They always sacrifice their lives for their beloved
And swear revenge on the villians,
Sweeping us up onto their horse, and riding off into the sunset
Too bad reality isn't as sweet as that, where the men force us to fight our own battles
And we must sit alone, singing love songs in our heads,
Wishing that Prince would step out of the screen,
And kiss our hand and whisper,
"You're not alone, my dear."
The Lonely Heart
When the days are long, and hours hard
Life seems to take away the joy of itself.
So sometimes when my thoughts reach an end, I don't know what to do, what to say, what to pray.
For who shall ever know but God Himself?
Except in those dark, deep depths of my heart,
Where love is minor, honor is great, laughs are strained, and greetings are late.
Yet sometimes during those gloomy times, the Lord lifts me up with the beauty of His work, by the Carpenter's hands.
Life seems to take away the joy of itself.
So sometimes when my thoughts reach an end, I don't know what to do, what to say, what to pray.
For who shall ever know but God Himself?
Except in those dark, deep depths of my heart,
Where love is minor, honor is great, laughs are strained, and greetings are late.
Yet sometimes during those gloomy times, the Lord lifts me up with the beauty of His work, by the Carpenter's hands.
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