Im not lazy and im not a procrastinator by nature, Im just afraid that if I am rejected one more time I may explode like an explosive in an incinerator. History has caused my will to fail like a college drop out, now I make excuses just for me to cop out. Tomorrow I say… tomorrow we go on an adventure! Yet tomorrow never comes, saying tomorrow has the same effect as when the father says ‘not now son’. It hurts and it steals valuable time. It creates a false promise that tomorrow will be devine.
24 hours is our daily present, a gift from our maker in heaven. So lets work out an average here… 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, 104 days as week ends along with Easter and Christmas and extra holiday days from work or school. 8 hours average sleep, 8 hours work 5 days a week, 8 hours spare. Yet lets add in 1 hour for travelling here and there along with another hour for eating including prepare. 6 hours left on this daily average. Of course there is TV time for soap lovers, showers to take and all these small added things. Our life is packed like a lunch box. So many things, so what do we do? We make use of time wisely. If you travel everyday on a bus or train, you can study on the journey and fill up your brain. If you pray, you don’t need to be in a specific place at a specific time, if you pray to Jesus then prayer can always be in our hearts and mind. You don’t need to wait for a stage to encourage someone or say something good, start where you are in your neighbourhood. Time is what you make of it, so make time count. Do today what you would do tomorrow, then when this day is done… it will be you giving a victory shout!
We don’t have to be robbed by yesterdays missed opportunities. Too much time looking in the rear view mirrow will cause us to miss todays victories. So look forwards and make every second worthwhile… this is the day the Lord has made, rejoice and smile
All we can say is that for those grieving right now we pray! May God comfort you this moment and help wipe your tears away. For God comforts those who mourn, he alone can help carry the burden for us all. The cross speaks out love, and this love speaks out to you.. May God catch every tear and be there… may he be there for you!
The mirrow does not lie; but our perception of our own reflection does.
We look into it and cry… why oh why? Can’t I be like that girl or that guy?
Not staisfied, craving for something better or to be someone else.
This endless misery reflected because of a false inspection of our self.
Not realising the uniqueness of our human identity, creating chasms within our hearts and feeling empty.
We fill up the emptiness with lies and hope to be satisfied. Feeling powerless to control this endless endeavour as if our hands are tied.
We strive for a perfection that is not possible to achieve, comparing our reflection to super models in magazines.
Do you not realize that you are already a masterpiece? God made you with a smile on his face, but you don’t want to believe.
You expect perfection to be a face without wrinkles and a body that’s in shape. It’s good to be in shape but it is fake to believe that you are only a masterpiece because you get to that stage.
Do you know why we are a masterpiece? Because we have the hall marks of our creator. We have been stamped with approval, this approval has the power to heal anything that has bruised you.
Next time you look in the mirror and you are hurting, you tell that beautiful person.. ‘I’m not worthless… I have purpose… I am a masterpiece of my creator.. then you say to yourself with a smile.. See you later!’
Get up my weary soul, wake up from your slumber! Tomorrows thoughts can wait, today is more than enough to take. Wake up before the sun arises, pray before todays surprises. Prepare your self before the thunder!
The Eagle catches the wind and sails the sky; the same as a boat catches the wind and sails the oceans. The wind is the force that drives success for the Eagle and the boat; the trust they had was in another force to keep them both afloat.
My soul, you are weary and tired because you are trying to do it all yourself. The God you trust in awaits to give you power; but your trust is in someone else. You are basing your success on the approval of man, you think that success is just having the attitude ‘I can’.
Oh it’s more than that.. more than just self belief. It’s believing that God has the best in store for you even when you feel lost at sea. When the hedge around your heart seems too high and too steep, its then that you need trust that God gives strength to the weak.
It’s hard to keep going when progress seems slow, believe me I know! And I have toiled and pressed on with a weary soul. Yet success has changed meaning in this heart of mine, if today I didn’t quit and I still have faith, then I’m doing just fine!
So my soul hold on… don’t threat when others are given stages while your shedding tears in your room. God sees it all, his reward awaits you. Whether in this life or the next.. holding on to Christ will be what shapes you.
Success.. is not giving up on doing what’s right… It is to refuse to be corrupted by the devils schemes of night.
Hold on to the light! Hold on to the light! Because soon… very soon… God will lift you up on high!
Hope deferred makes the heart sick, where is it? Where is it?.. I have searched but with no merit. Why are longings in my heart if they are not being fulfilled? I have dug deep into the depths of knowledge, I have cried out to God and been honest. This process of self death makes me feel like I’m slowly being killed. Being on the operating table of a holy God means I must trust in the surgeons skills. If God was a psycho then my fear would cause me to run, but because he is the surgeon I can trust his will to be done. Does this make it easier? No, its a painful experience, but I need these splints to be removed for me to walk better spiritually. Otherwise I would stumble and not be restored, I need God to operate on my life..if he didn’t then I would be set up to fall. We moan when faced with a trial, as if its God against us because he thinks we are vile, well smile because that’s not the case, trials develop character they will never go to waste.
The surgeon knows what he’s doing, you may be thinking what the heck God! Why is it only me struggling, why is Joe bloggs so blessed when I’m struggling to get back up again? I have had enough, it’s too tough my soul is rough and I feel like giving up! That is when faith grows, in the circumstance of the unknown, when your at the red sea and you feel alone and intimidated by the way ahead. This is when you need the faith to believe every word God has said.
‘I love you my child, I am the good shepherd, I will provide, I will make a way because I am the way, I will not hide, you will see ny glory and make history with me, you are free and those that I set free are free indeed’.
Yes, those that the son sets free are free indeed!
Your not abandoned in your inner turmoil, God is planting his seeds and preparing the soil. Time has caused you to beleive that God has left you at the altar, you gave yourself as an offering yet feel God has forgot you. You scream on the inside and think others receive blessings but not you. Blinded by multiple failures and reasoning with the mind, you compare yourself to others saying why are they always fine? But you don’t see what’s on the inside, you cannot judge another persons heart or test success in God by time. You are being pruned, cut back so the fruit you once bore will be even greater. You are being purified by the universe creator. Now if God can keeps the universe in such law and order, why do you struggle to believe he can keep your life the same? You think that your life is a mess because you experience pain? Labor is painful, but the joy aftetwards far outweighs this. Yes, this is the experience of pregnancy before new born babies. Labor is 9 months and the child is for life, let God do his work for a while and watch how he makes everything right! No one else can walk the path God has laid out for you, your good works have been prepared in advance, so keep on pushing through! Pruning is necessary for growth, no one likes the shears of the gardner cutting back for fruit to grow. Let God do his work, let him multiply your fruitfulness, don’t threat just because others succeed while they are still in their youthfulness. Love, joy, peace, patience, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness and self control. Let these fruits become the maker of your soul. Let it go so you can grow, in due time God will reap a harvest through you!
If today was my last day… I would make sure you knew how much I loved you. I would not hold back compliments because of my own pride; I would not hide, I would do all I can to end the day right.
If today was my last day… I would want you to remember my smile, I would look at you asif it was the first time; I would make every effort to make every second count, I would have this last day all worked out.
If today was my last day… I would make that phone call; I would say I’m sorry that I hurt you. Family is not meant to be filled with strife and anger, I want to know that when I go me and you forgave each other, isn’t this better? Father, mother, sister and brother?
If today was my last day… I would ask God to forgive my sins; I would make sure that tomorrow I would be with him. I would pray for my loved ones, that they may be strengthened and given peace, I would pray they would know love, and for hearts to be set free.
What if today was my last day?.. I wouldn’t have known it when I woke up this morning, I would have carried on as normal without any warning. It has been said live everyday like the last because one day it will be, so today I want to make life count. I want to know that when I finish this day I have no reasons to doubt… no reasons to doubt that I accomplished all that I could be…a blessing to all I could, so that when I rest… I can rest in peace.
Quiet.. my heart! Listen for just one moment, take a hyperthetical seat, this may take a few beats. You can’t keep going on like this.. you’ve been trampled on and now your stuck in the abyss…wake up from your slumber! Get out of this pit of despair. It hurts I know, when you are taken for granted, yes my heart.. it hurts. It could be worse.. you could have gave up first. You’re a fighter though, there are more beats left in you, your willingness will overcome. You feel used and abused because you want to love, but love is vulnerable because it means you get close to people. You will always be hurt if you aim to love, but this is good! Pain is a sign that your awake, and for the worlds sake… don’t let hatred become your fate! If the world hates you then that’s up to them, but not you my heart, because you can’t be filled with hate and remain Gods friend. I say it again.. you can’t be filled with hate and remain Gods friend! So keep beating, keep seeking and never be fleeting. The world needs real deep as the ocean mountain peak love, superficial warn and torn half hearted devoted love is not enough. So hang in there heart, keep pumping and bringing life! Let what’s good into your perimeters and never let hatred suffice.
Your words dwell within my ears like a beautiful euphony; my heart beats in a synchronised symphony in collaboration with your love for me. I remind myself of all you have done for me, in times of difficulty, I’m so grateful for the time you take to listen to me.
Just listening reveals somebody who’s caring, a heart that is set apart from despairing. This is what I desire, a character that prefers truth from the liar. A love that has not been diluted into a weak potion that makes the heart polluted. Instead the test of time has strengthened loves commitment, always reaches its destination like a royal cargos shipment.
Yes… marinated love! Soaking up the good tastes of Heaven, all that is good delivered in a holy present. Wrapped up in purity and focused like the hubble telescope, a love that notices even me.. I’m just one in 7 billion, yet your love still takes note and sees.
Can you show me how to love like you do? After all; you are the way, the life and the truth. The way to our father in heaven is through you. This is my longing, that I would marinate in love everlasting, for this season of my life, this is all I am asking.
Image – google images – love heart
I have this voice that nobody seems to listen to. Its not easy in the mind of an overthinker, just like its not easy for the life of a heavy drinker. We find mechanisms to cope; some write, some drink and some smoke. What should I say? And would you listen if I said it? Or would what I speak be like an old book, you tell me that you have read it. How can overthinking be a gift and a curse at the same time? How come what I say is not always the same as what’s on my mind?
Being lonely in the middle of a crowd, one hundred minds joined together yet not one of them is speaking out loud. All gazing at the phone in hand, the only interaction is when people move to sit down. There is the odd eye contact, but only a glimpse and then it’s back to watsapp. Forget watsap… whats happening? I look around and become insecure like my mind is under attack again. What if I shouted now with all these people around? I bet that would get attention, but no I choose to silence my mouth and write it all down…Welcome to the underground!
I use technology for my expressive thinking, I figure this is much better for me than excessive drinking. Yet while I stare at my phone I sense reality slip from my grasp, speaking to people on the phone is good..but this gives conversation a mask. Looking into eyes and speaking face to face, this is the way to speak that will never go to waste.
Yet we all have coping mechamisms, I’m using mine right now. Writing what I see and feel helps me let my emotions out. Thats my coping mechanism, I see no harm if it can do some good, I would rather choose this than the drink, sex and drugs. Well thats my way of coping, whats yours? We all have potential within us, we just need to open our minds doors.
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