4/15/10

One Voice

To the children who never get a voice.

To the ones that will never be someone.

To the lives un-lived because of choice.


To the unloved,

                the mistakes,

                         no goods.

       Let my people go.



To the faces no one sees.

To the laughs never heard.

To the hands never held.


To the unwanted,

                the abandoned,

                         forsaken.

       Let my people go.



To the chances never given.

To the dreams never dreamed.

To the stories untold.


       Let my people go.




LET MY PEOPLE GO

>_>

I hate the way people make me feel.
I hate the way I let them affect me.
I hate the way their words sneak in.
The door is closed
…please don’t come in.
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ya know, its amazing how just a few bad responses can bring me down. Sometimes it seems like I could get 100 people to love me and tell me how awesome I am; then I’ll receive one negative comment… my heart just breaks.
I brush off praises like their nothing…
yet ridicule goes straight to the heart.




Insecurities… gotta love them.

Gotta put my heart in check.
…Seek my confidence from God.
Emotions suck.



“don’t let anybody but God tell you what you’re worth. that’s too much power to give anyone. if people can label you, they can limit you.”-unknown

3/19/10

Stars

So last night I was watching the stars with this girl that I mentor.
After some silence of watching these two planes crossing overhead, I said something to the effect of:
“Aren’t planes amazing? Each one is holding a lot of people. And each person has their destination. Some for good, and some for bad. And we have no idea of anything about even one them.
Yet here they are… crossing through our lives.”

After saying that I just sat there in amazement. I was thinking about the people that happen to come into our lives, that we don’t even know. even If it's just for a split second that we are staring up at an airplane passing by.

Dawn of War

   Wake up o warrior.
   The light of dawn is coming.
   The darkest hour is ending.

   Take now your armor.
   Wield your sword.
   Prepare your voice.

   The regime is forming.
   Arise from your slumber.

   You have been chosen for such a time as this.
   Beloved generation, RISE UP!.
   Take hold of the truth.

   Wipe the sleep from your eyes.
       Come together
            Stand.
                Unite.






[Romans 13:11-14]

Scabs

So I was doing my devo the other day and I really liked it.
So I'm posting it... (not literally word for word cause that's copyright. So imma spice it up a bit)


Attend to YOUR Scabs
Luke 4:23 NASB "Physician heal yourself"

Did you know that in Old Testament times priests could not serve in the temple if he had a wound? I'm talking about scabs and bleeding sores [Levitucus 21:20].

Weird huh? Seriously? Are we talking like blood gushing wounds after being attacked by a freak squirrel? Or a skinned knee, paper cut, bruises, blisters...etc? ANYTHING! Why? Cause when you have a Scab, you're not your best.

You're afraid to get close to other people because you're scared that they are going to bump into you, knocking off your band-aid (protective cover).
You're not fully attentive to everything cause your pain is draining you.

Scabs are ugly, and you don't want to talk about, or let anyone see your scab cause you're afraid someone is going to reject you, or even pick at.


So, this is what you do:
You hide it.
You wear a mask-
         You end up living a double life which causes you to become insecure
           and controlling.
You hide your "scab"-
         so you can act like everything is peachy....
            While on the inside you know your "scab" is sucking all your               attention and making you paranoid about it.


The most deceitful thing about your "scab" is that you're so tied up helping others and working for God that you don't think that you have the time to stop and take care of yourself.
So in the mean time all you do is cover it up.
Everyone knows that a scab that isn't taken care of will crack open and bleed.
PHYSICIAN HEAL YOURSELF!

This doesn't mean that people with "issues" can't do things for the Kingdom. Someone has to be broken before they know how to fix the situation. Other people might think they know how to, but unless you've lived through it, no one fully understands the hold your "scab" has on you.

First, you need to take time to be healed.
Jesus said that when the blind lead the blind they both fall into a pit [Matthew 15:14]. It's not easy to talk about overcoming when you're living in defeat yourself. It's not easy giving emotional healing to others when you're still battling unsettled issues of your own past. When you're still dealing with your own "scab" it's harder for you to give comfort, and to help others conquer their problems with the same kind of intensity and faith as if you had already worked through the problem.[2Corinthians 1:4].


Is it wrong to have a wounded heart? No. However, it is wrong not to deal with it.

Spend some time with God. Ask him to heal your scabs.

And remember, the more we walk through, the more we are able to help others walk through the same situations. We're never alone. And we go through things for a reason.
You can't take someone somewhere you've never been.




my devo is "the word for today" and its like 2008 edition. ah hah idk why?

The Great

She was finally there
   Here it was, Judgment Day.
She wasn't sure how the day had come so fast.
   Mixed feelings consumed her mind.
          Heaven or Hell?
Her mind kept pondering...
   Happiness, when she thought of the great "I Am."
   Sadness, when she thought of those past dirty deeds.
          Good or Bad?
There they were again,
   Those questions.
Had she acted as a servant?
Or was she selfish?

                    The line to judgment moves forward.

She becomes anxious,
   her fear grips every thought.

                    another step in the line.

Her palms grow sweaty
Her heart begins to pound.
   Tears of sorrow and helplessness
        begin to fall down her once rosy cheeks.


"I could have been better!"
   She screams this out loud.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!, I'm so sorry..".


But it's too late now
   and she knew it.

                    She is now first in line.

The great book is opened before her.
   She tries looking for her name.
        but she can't find it.
She falls to her knees.
   and begins to weep.



Suddenly, a voice speaks
   "Do not cry my child."
                    The great hand turns the page.
   "Once you asked for love,
        and I gave it to you,
        just as you loved me.
   You also asked for salvation,
        so I wrote your name
        on this page here
        ...I remember."

Raging Inside

Jealousy is a bitter beast.
Placid inside it waits to feast
upon my heart, emotions, my peace.
Devouring thoughts it creates assumptions.
Corrupting my mind,
it’s hard to function.

Oh jealousy where is your root?
The place where you started,
the beginning of your fruit?




Remember: love is not jealous. Be love.

Perservere.

Persevere.
We need to adopt the attitude of this:

“we are determined to win.
We’ll fight them until hell freezes over,
and if we have to,
we’ll fight them on ice!”
-unknown


it’s only after we persevere through our trials; that we are truly rewarded.

Motivation

I have come to the realization that my problem lies within motivation.



                              To feel alone, but knowing you’re not, is a

                                                dark battle inside the heart and spirit.






The insecurities of these unSUREities are overwhelming.






                                                                                           …i need you