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I will live to proclaim Your name to anyone. I'll let the whole world know, That you're Holy
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You Are An INFJ
The Protector

You live your life with integrity, originality, vision, and creativity.
Independent and stubborn, you rarely stray from your vision - no matter what it is.
You are an excellent listener, with almost infinite patience.
You have complex, deep feelings, and you take great care to express them.

You would make a great photographer, alternative medicine guru, or teacher.

1월 21일

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Logo There are:
3
people with my name
in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?

1월 1일

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I just hope you havent forgot how much love i have for you.

and i know He doesn't ever forget.

but i feel like i have to prove it.

i will prove it, it may take awhile. 

I do not  want to dissapoint you again.<3

12월 27일

If love...

If love was a door, I've slammed it in your face.
Ran out to the balcony, and jumped to the ground.
I've sponged the place in gasoline, before igniting the foundation,
And burning it to ashes.

If love was a plane, then I've flown it to the highest point,
But then let it come crashing down to the earth.
Fasten your seatbelts, we're going down. we're going down now.

If love was a child, then I've scolded him to no end.
He's been filled with nothing inside, until the day when bullets
Filled the emptiness inside him, from his own gun, from his own hands.

Love become the pill that stopped his shakes, he's never crossed a man's face so hard.
Love became the pill that put him under, He's never scratched a man's heart so deep.

If love was born to die, then I've buried it six feet under.
If you take the one, and minus him bye two,
You got the end of the world, before it's even begun.
Although I've killed his heart, 
You can revive him with your own two hands

12월 25일

The Girl Who Sowed Her Own Sorrow

If you were me, you would be standin' in the rain
Taking the world on to forget about the pain
They say mistakes are just hard lessons to be learned
I think mistakes have given loneliness you've earned

I say your failures are just blessings in disguise
Just like the "blessings" you disguised with little lies
You took the world on with no strength in which to stand
Oh I can't help but open arms for you to land
It won't be pretty, so my dearest turn your eyes
This is the kind of fall you take for staking lies

You are the queen of charming empty hearts like mine
Taking the blame for breaking every heart you've worn
You ask if emptiness is all you'll ever feel
I believe, it's your will 
The Girl Who Sowed Her Own Sorrow

Simple Words

    When everything else is broken and breaking and confusing... prayer becomes even more important. Praying for an hour, once so difficult, becomes the most important hour of the day. Talking to God, once so abstract, becomes the place of deepest honesty and peace, knowing that I never have to explain to Him how I am feeling, or what is happening... He already knows. Yet He is willing to listen. This is love.

    With this in mind, I have found myself unintentionally meditating on Psalm 139...

                O LORD, thou hast searched me, and known me.
                    Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising,
                        thou understandest my thought afar off.
                    Thou compassest my path and my lying down,
                        and art acquainted with all my ways.
                    For there is not a word in my tongue,
                        but, lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether.
   
                 Whither shall I go from thy spirit?
                        or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
                    If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there:
                        if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.
                    If I take the wings of the morning,
                        and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
                    Even there shall thy hand lead me,
                        and thy right hand shall hold me.

                If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me;
                        even the night shall be light about me.
                    Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee;
                         but the night shineth as the day: t
                    he darkness and the light are both alike to thee.

   
I was reading John 13 this morning, and came across a remarkable conversation between Jesus and Peter. This is at least the third time I've read through John this year alone, but today one verse in particular struck me as Jesus speaking to me personally...

                Then cometh he to Simon Peter: and Peter saith unto him,
                        "Lord, dost thou wash my feet?"
                                                             (John 13:6)

   
Sometimes the King James makes it difficult for us to visualize these as real conversations between real people. I think if this were in modern English, me talking to Jesus, it would sound more like:

                What the heck do You think You're doing?

   
It's a question that often comes to mind when I look at my life, and the lives of the people very close to me. I have utter faith in God's goodness and faithfulness, but often I simply cannot make any sense of what's going on. I don't understand why, if this is where I'm supposed to be, if this is what I'm supposed to be doing, why I feel this way. I don't understand what I'm suppoed to do, or where I'm suppoed to go next, and I ask "God, what are you doing?"
   
    Jesus response to me is the same as it was to Peter...

                   Jesus answered and said unto him,
                        "What I do thou knowest not now;
                                but thou shalt know hereafter."

                                                                (John 13:7)

   
This morning, sitting on the edge of my bed, reading this passage right before breakfast, I felt Jesus say to me, so incredibly clearly, it was almost like I heard it...

                        "What I am doing, you don't understand now.
                                You cannot perceive it.
                          But a time is coming when you will know"
                                   
Until then, it is very hard. And so I pray...