Lies i’ve heard today that sounded too true to argue:
You’re a piece of shit.
You are a waste of space.
What good are you?
Your dreams aren’t attainable.
God’s not on your side.
You’re a foolish child with no capability for responsibility.
Truths today that I must cling to:
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 of my weakness, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
God values what he’s bought. Jesus paid a great price because I am of great value (for some reason…) to him.
Triumph and Disaster are only impostors. I will never fully triumph and graduate life until i am taken home to Heaven, and there is no true disaster that can befall me because i’m in the winning army.
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!
I’m gonna do some skate shows with Uriel, my buddy from my skate team at the festival!
It’s free for non christians, and admission for believers is whatever you can afford… CAN YOU BEAT THAT?
I have lots on my mind:
Bridget, (and any other FEMALES that breathe for that matter) HERE’s the link for the lyrics to a song that blew me away the other day. I’m an advocate for Purity, Prudence, and Holiness, and The Cross Movement’s own Ambassador wrote a song called “Body Talk” that talks all about the way girls dress and what they should be doing. It’s great. Download it off itunes if you can. Support the man. Here’s their description: “If there is one sin that is prominent in Hip-Hop it is immorality. Guys are usually reprimanded for their role in this, but this song addresses the ladies and their contributions to this vice. The song cautions them to consider how their abuse of freedom of expression can lead to the down fall of men who do not want to view them as sex objects. It is a light slap on the wrist for the promiscuous woman and an exhortation to females in general to remain pure and modest—role models for the current and future generations.”
Another thing on my mind is this: God is Gunnin for ya! He is seeking you out and tryin to trap you in his wonderous love.
I’ve entered the Way Of the Warriors Contest. Wayofthewarriors.com
I listened to this sermon (CLICK THE RED BUTTON FOOLS) the other day and right about half way through i realized that my pursuit of God, or lack thereof is detestable to me.
Three days ago, i got to bed hours earlier than i’ve gone in maybe a year. After an hour of laying there super comfy, I tossed and turned and really started to get frustrated cause i was tired, it was warm enough, and my mind just wouldn’t shut off. It just wouldn’t. SO i grabbed my spiritual broom and thumped the handle on the ceiling in prayer… “Lord! Would-gya turn it down!? I gotta skate early tomorrow. Thanks…” Needless to say, God isn’t some police officer i can just tattle to when somethings aggrivating me, and after listening to Paul’s sermon I recognized the emptiness and irreverance amidst my request. I used to go off alone somewhere and just hang in the silence and listen and talk to God. I’d stare at creation and find God’s creativity and beauty. I’d drop everything then drop to my knees and seek him when i felt the spirit knockin’. I had the windows rolled down, and the breeze of his voice rushing all around me. But now it’s as though i have all the windows rolled up and sunglasses on and i’m driving straight into the sunlight at sunup with a dirty windshield. It’s painful, frustrating, more difficult than it should be. I swerve and there’s a danger with my presence on the road.I DON’T WANT TO BE THE PARROT I’VE BEEN; REPEATING FORMULAS WITHOUT KNOWING THAT THEY’VE WORKED IN MY OWN LIFE… YOU KNOW?ROLL DOWN THE WINDOWs, LET HIM FLOOD THIS VEHICLE AND WIPE THE GRIME AWAY!
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