Gender: Female
Status: Single
Age: 20
Sign: Leo
State: Arkansas
Country: US
Signup Date: 4/21/2007
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October 18, 2009 - Sunday
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There's a verse in the Bible I discovered just recently. " Then you will call upon Me and go and pray to Me; and I will listen to you. "And you will seek me and find me, when you search Me with all your heart." Jeremiah 29:12,13 (NKJV) I often open my Bible and read this verse. There's just something about it that speaks truth. God is never distant. I can bring anything to Him with knowing He will listen. And within time, answer me back in whatever way He chooses to. Lately, I've been looking about. I know people who I use to be good friends with. But over time, and with the influences of the world, have changed. And I don't mean in a good way. Its expected for people who call themselves Christian, to be just like everybody else. You will not be the good Christian girl or boy for long. It doesn't last. Its expected of you. You have to give in sooner or later. If you haven't lost your virginity by the time your sixteen, something is wrong with you. Are you gay? Are you mental? And for those who do have sex, you better use protection. Its the right thing to do, and if you get pregnate, thats okay too. Its normal. Its expected of you. And if it hasn't happened yet, it will happen sooner or later. If you haven't tried liquior, then you haven't lived. You have to get high. Its a part of everyday living. Its just what you do. And if not, you're stupid and you are not a man or a good friend. You think you're better than everybody else. Its expected of you. And if it hasn't happened yet, it will happen sooner or later. If you refuse to steal a look into the girls locker room, your manhood just went down the drain. Meat inbetween your teeth is what equals a male. Its the same definition. You're supose to be horny. Womens butts were meant to be slapped by a guys hand. They love it. The pressure gets tough. You have to give in. It will happen sooner or later. If girls do not allow guys to touch their butts, then they will never recieve love. Any attention is a must have. Or you will never fit in. Its what you have to do to survive. You have to give it. It will happen sooner or later.
I hate that I am expected to become a zombie. I'm supose to become what the world wants me to become. Any sign of rebellion is a no no. And it seems for those who do rebel, don't stay that way very long. Its not expected to make a difference. You have to conform, or become an outcast.
I've already been labeled as an outcast just because I choose to value my faith. Maybe I haven't become a zombie because I was homeschooled and kept away from the everyday pressure's and temptations. Maybe its because my parents taught me from the Bible and not from an evolution study book. Or maybe, its because I made a choice.
Yes, I made a choice when I was thirteen. Again, a thirteen year old is not expected to last in the everyday world of being a Christian. Its not new for a teenager to depart from their beliefs and tackle the world with their own hands...so they think. But after that one choice, leads to another choice. Then that choice, led to another. And then another, and another. Its amazing how God makes things happen. But a great deal of things that do happen in our lives happen because we chose to make it happen. One part of God's love is that he has given us the free will to choose anything and everything we want. If I choose to do wrong, I am also choosing to suffer the consequences of that wrong. If I choose to cuss, I am also choosing to ruin my image as a pleasent person. If I choose to not give my life to God, I am also choosing my eternal destination to hell. One choice, always leads to another.
Because it is so hard to rebel against the expectations of this world, it makes it even harder to try to live as God wants us to live. I remember when I went tubing in Harpers Ferry, WV over the summer with one of my groups, this man who was driving us to the river was constantly saying how this generation is stupid, this generation thinks this or that. This generation doesn't know squat. His comments offended me greatly. Because I do not want to be like that. Yet, I feel out-numbered. Because again, I am expected to give in sooner or later. Its like the current is way stronger than the rocks that stand in its way. How are you supose to survive?
I asked myself this countless times. I really felt that I could not be who I needed to be unless I had friends. I felt I needed people. I needed support. But I didn't have none. I didn't have somebody to help make a defense, as it says in Ecc. 4:9"..two are better than one." The problem was that I was relying on people who would someday let me down, to stand up for me. I was expecting temporary stength. Yet, still no one. It hurts standing alone. Its something I have had to do my whole seven years of being a Christian.
Where was God? Why didn't He hear me? Why didn't He come to my rescue? The fact was that He already did. I don't have to wait, or travel, or do good and better things to get a visit from God. He's already there. He's always ready to open up His arms. But it was I who wasn't running to Him, resting in Him, allowing Him to shelter me through the hard times of not getting the message of the circumstance. Oh sure, I'd cry out to God, "Why is this happening to me?! Why does it have to hurt?!" and not recieve any answer. But I truely was not pouring out my heart to God. I truely did once I said, "God, show yourself in this. Let me rest in You." It was then, I truely sought after God. And always, God would show Himself to me.
I'm always hearing about making the change. But I never actually see it. There is nothing wrong with not having a boyfriend at thirteen. There is nothing wrong with dressing modest. There is nothing wrong with mirroring the most righteous Man who still lives today; Jesus Christ. Who cares what other people think? Why do I have to be like everybody else to be complete, to be happy? Its not something you just do. From the day you were born God has a plan and He is working to get that plan fullfilled. But how can He when we won't let Him, when we won't let Him have our full heart and our lives? This is not just normal church talk its the truth. You cannot make truth what you want it to be and expect it to be right. There is a right, and wrong. You choose one or the other. You cannot go half way. You cannot do both. I challenge you, make your choice. You were made for greater things. Its not worth settling for the second best in life when God has instore the very best you could ever have. You don't have to settle for the worlds expectations. You want to be better, then be better.
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September 16, 2009 - Wednesday
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Lately, God has been working in my life. I don't know how to describe it really. I just know that lately I have been lacking in certian area's that He has brought to my attention. Sometimes it makes me feel uncomfortable, because its conviction. But I know that God never means to hurt me. But it hurts because it is sin. And that means, He wants to do something about it.
The past two days God has been doing just that. You might find this common since I dicuss it so much. But it has been in the area of being that lady in waiting. I have been in the waiting period since I knew the term dating existed. Yes I have had trouble with being content and single at the same time. I have grown as a single, and God will continue doing so with me until He says I am ready to read my love story that He is still in the process of writing. In the mean time, I am His student and He is teaching me about what it means to be a woman of God, as well as my role and character of being a wife. So from this, I feel led to share a small testimony to you as an encouragement because God has a huge plan for each little girls life.
I wear a purity ring on my wedding band finger. The reason I chose to wear this ring on this finger is for many reasons. The most common, of course, is to symbolize saving my virginity for marraige. Yes, I am doing that. I have never slept with anyone before. I still have this gift that I plan to give to my husband on my wedding night. But thats not the only reason why I wear this ring. I am saving more than my body. I am also saving my emotions, my journey, my past, my loves and desires for him alone. Very few people know my life. Not many know the road I have been on. Its not something I talk about. Because that is a big part of my heart, that I only want one man to have.
I have never dated. I don't see anything wrong with dating now as an adult (that is if there are two good Christians who will do dating the right way!), but as a teenager I was against it. At thirteen I felt the desire enter my heart to one day be a wife. Most thirteen year olds are not thinking about marriage. They are thinking about just being called a couple, or to tell their friends they have a boyfriend. I was once like that. Until I gave my heart to Jesus. And then I saw how foolish it was to think like other girls did. I wanted to be a wife, not just a girlfriend. Not to say I didn't struggle with wanting to be in a relationship. Really I did. I wanted a boyfriend so bad because I was using that to define me. But God did something I cannot describe. And once again, He too custody of my heart. And it started from there. As a teenager, I allowed God to teach me. Teenage years are some of the best, and worst years of a persons life. I didn't want them to go to waste by putting my focus on a guy, as hard as it was not to do just that. I devoted my time to God. I allowed Him to transform my thinking and my heart. It was some of the hardest stuff I had to go through, but I look back now and see that giving up my dream of being a wife was something I had to do. Sometimes I would give it to God then take it back again without realizing I was doing so. Only to once again surrender it to Him over and over until I got to the place where I saw He needed to be my number one in my life period. I read books to help me see who I was supose to be as a woman. I studied the Bible and studied about what Gods Word said marriage was supose to be. I focused on what type of guy I should look for in a relationship, such as characteristics and moral views. Because I didn't want to be with a bozo. I focused on God growing me and me getting closer and closer to Him through His Word. God has been preparing me to be a wife. I understand the needs of a man, and instead of groaning and making fun of a mans needs and why he needs them, I have grown to appreciate them. As well, I desire to meet those needs. I desire to be his help mate.
I have never kissed a man. I have virgin lips and I'm quite proud of it. My first kiss is for my husband on our wedding day.
Last but not least, I have never said the three words, " I love you." These three words are often said with no meaning. Anybody can say those words. When I say those words one day, I want to also be saying, "Yes. I am ready to commit to you. I am ready to be yours. Yes, I love you." I will not say these three words until I am engaged to whoever God has chosen for me. Because I want to show that I want to commit first if it be God's will. "I Love You" are words to be taken seriously. And I take them very seriously.
I'm not telling you this to show I am perfect. It hasn't been easy to be able to say all that I said above. It has taken all my teenage years to say what I have just said. I have had doubts, and I have been heart brokened before. I have been scarred and hurt. I have been desperate for attention and companionship. I have been in many levels of discontentment. But what I'm trying to say is, when I finally let God be my Prince Charming, is when I finally began to grow and feel the peace about being single. I still want to get married. I still want to know what its like to be in love with somebody. But God is still preparing me for that. He wants all of me. He wants my time. I see now I am not a girl anymore, but a woman. Because I allowed God to have His way with my heart, which belongs to Him. He has my very best in mind. He will not let me down. And He wants to make dreams come true.
I have high standards. When I've shared them with people, often they roll their eyes at me because there can't possibly be any men out there who can meet those qualities. The reason why that is, is because very few men will even try. I won't settle for second best, which is what the world has to offer. Instead, I'm settling for Gods very best, which I know He is making me to be.
Qualities I want in a Future Mate **************************..******** Spirit Controled Christian Phillipians 4:8 Ephesians 5:18
Jesus is No. 1 in his life, not just an ornament Mark 12:30
Broken; understands how to rely totally upon Jesus Phillipians 4:13 Proverbs 3:3-6
Ministry-minded; wherever he is, he is available 1 Corinthians 4:2
Motivator; man of vision, concerned about lost souls Romans 10:14
Sensitive spirit; in tune to the needs of others Galatians 6:2-5
Understands the awesome responsibility of a husband to his wife Ephesians 5:25-31
Humble enough to be a disciple (teachable) and able to disciple others Matthew 28:19-20
Man of prayer; he knows the key to success in his private time with God Colossians 4:2 2 Thessalonians 5:17, 18
I know many think this is quite stupid, and I will never marry this way. But my purpose in life isn't to get married. My life has already started. And I want to live it God's way, not mine. I don't want to end up hurt like so many people have already because they have chosen not to give their hearts and love story over to God. I have learned from their mistakes. I want a life that is pleasing to God and His will. And I hope this will encourage you to do the same. No matter what you have done in your life and what holds in your past, God is ready to start something great inside of you. Don't ignore it any longer. For He has been ready from the beginning, and is excited to show you that He wants to make dreams come true.
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September 9, 2009 - Wednesday
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Why does know one care about what? Its pushed on commercials that we need to keep the planet clean by going "green." We need to care about taking care of our earth so say the important people and if you don't then something is wrong with you apparently. We're supose to care for animals and report people who abuse them so the animal can live a better a life. We are to care enough to say no to gun crime, date rape, killing each other with drugs and getting high. We are supose to not drink and drive (actually, don't drink period and you'd be a better person for it!) and are supose to be responsible for our actions. I could go on, couldn't I? I'm sure you can name a few other things that I have yet to hear that you particularly care about. There is nothing wrong with putting effort into the things above. I think its great, except for those who go to extreme about being "green" which I think is a lame way to put things. But thats just my opinion. However yes we should be keeping God's Green Planet looking healthy. You know, I always wondered why I am so different. The things I care about the most are things you never knew it even existed. Or for the fact, what could be my reason to care about the causes I currently support on facebook. For starters, I care about porn stars. Hmm. Who would have thought? Who in their right mind would actually reach out to show love to a porn star? You tell me. Would you if the opportunity showed itself? I support XXXChurch and The Pink Cross, as well as Hookers For Jesus for all they do for the men and women who suffer in the porn biz. They go to THE porn shows themselves and pass out Bibles and talk to the porn starts and share the love of Jesus Christ to them. I can't begin to tell you how many of those men and woman find Jesus and leave the industry to live for God instead of, well, what do porn starts get out of the biz? MONEY! This is something I push pretty big. Its something I cannot deny. Because without it, everything else has absolutely NO value. I value my salvation, and the souls of this world. You know, at a very young age I knew people were always watching somebody. Because I was THAT somebody watching a guy I use to go to church with before I found Jesus. I was disappointed, left confused, and was heart broken at the life I watched before my eyes. A young guy, claiming to be a "Christian" yet he was nothing of the sort. Who cares about this soul? I DO! Its about time we stop sitting in the church pews and walk out the church doors with a mission. We are a chosen generation, God has chosen us! Whats its going to take to get people to understand that?! We have a calling from God Himself, who has a purpose for each and every soul that is breathing Gods air! How dare we live this life as if God means nothing to us! Because without Christ, we are nothing and I do not care what anybody else has to say about that because you cannot give a good come back to that one. And don't say " You Mom " either cause God is better. I don't know why so many people in this world allow their friends, their boyfriends, girlfriends, work, porn, or whatever the excuse is to define who they are as people. But I can tell you this now. My identity is in Christ, and in Jesus Christ alone. Nothing can change that, and neither can anybody take what God has given me away, which is my life. The eternal life that God has given me through His Son which I will one day meet when I die! We are all going to die one of these days, a physical death. But not all of us, will die a spiritual death. My pastor has discussed this a thousand times already and people still don't get the message or they believe it can never, EVER happen to them. Or give the same excuse everybody else has been giving since the beginning..." I have all the time in the world to give my life to Jesus." I'm sorry, but this life is not your own. Yes, you breath air. But it is not yours. If my God cares enough about you to give you a heart beat then you should care enough about the witness you show in everyday life. Be ready to stand up and give a defense for the faith that you oh so claim to have! You think this is easy? No, its the most difficult thing a person can do. Its the hardest thing I've ever had to do. And man, it hurts standing in this world alone. I bet God can count the amount of tears I shed on my once white pillow about how lonely and heart broken I was. But one thing I know is that it was worth it! I'm dead serious. Start caring about your witness. Your example. Your testimony! Don't you care about where your lost friends are going when they die? Do something about it. Don't be afraid because God has chosen you for great things. You are the light. You are the voice. God is ready to put YOU into action if you will lay down yourself, pick up your cross, and follow Him! ( Matt. 16: 24 ) You can't bargin with God about what you want out of life. Cause once you face the judgement seat of God, what you had or did on this earth will not matter anymore. Because where ever it is you spend eternity, you cannot bring it with you. For you entered this world with nothing, so you will leave it with nothing. I want to challenge you. Don't let this world tell you who you are supose to be! Thinking what this world has to offer to satisfy your thirst will only dig you a hole deeper into bad soil. Deny it all you want. But one day you will see that this world was not meant for eternal things. It never has, and never will be. And all this crap about living life to the fullest? Thats Bull. You live it for Christ, or you live for nothing at all. Then you are living life to the fullest. Unless you are alive in Jesus you will never be happy, neither will this world support you because they simple cannot fit into their minds that there is something better out there. This is Satans domain. Don't give into its cause. Care about the things that really matter. Your witness! Yes yes care about breast cancer and heart disease because it really is sad that people do have these diseases and they need all the support they can get. But put Jesus Christ in front of it first. Everything starts with Him, and it all ends with Him. If you really want to know who God is...then get to know Him yourself. He is not just somebody who is almighty above who gave his Son to die and blah blah blah. If you want to know something is real, experience His love for what it really is. No, don't just say you believe it because your parents told you to or that its what Christians do. Get into it to understand it. Because just knowing or doing enough to get by with life ain't gonna cut it. In fact, you are boring if that is what you do. Who wants to be dull their whole lives? You can try and try again to find somebody else to fill in the void in your life and push Jesus out the door. But how many broken hearts will it take for this world to realize that its not going to make you feel any better? Please, I challenge you. Its worth showing your true colors before God. So that He can heal the brokenness that the lies of this world has told you to believe in. I care enough about you to write this as 12: 15 am in the morning. Who in their right mind does that? Well, I guess me. God has a plan for your life. Why not try something new? Why not let your thirst be quenched to where you will never be thirsty again? "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was the beginning with God. All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made. ( you know this means you too right? ) In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it. And the Word became flesh, and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth." John 1: 1-5, 14 NASB
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September 4, 2009 - Friday
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Once upon a time, there was a girl born with really tight lungs. Her mother said everybody in the hospital knew she was born because of her amazingly loud cry of her first breath of life. A little girl who didn't mind playing in the dirt in her Sunday dress. She could careless about what others thought about her appearence. She loved chasing boys around the playground. She deeply loved her long thick fingernails which were used to dig into the arms of her brother as a weapon when she couldn't stand being near him any longer. She soon got to the age where dresses were no longer hanging in her closet. She replaced her Barbie dolls with army men and made mudd pies in the back yard. Her dolls were used as bombs when playing War in her bedroom. She didn't like being around other girls because they hated dirt. Dirt was the girls best friend back then. Then one day at her home church, she notices something silky pink hanging on the coak rack at the front door. She touches it, and wraps the soft scarf around her neck. She decides to play with it by flying it through the air to watch it fall to the ground. She touches it once more, bringing it against her cheek. For a little while, this girl felt extremely beautiful. And she liked it. This little girl's name was Erin. I can still picture that pink scarf. Everytime when I was at church, I would always take it off the coat rack and play with it. I had no idea who it belonged to. But I pretended that it was mine. And when I would leave church I'd simply place it back on the rack where it came from. This is quite unusual to read for some. Because I was very much a tomboy growing up. And admiting to something like this would have killed me. Just to remind everyone, I still very much to this day with a strong desire hate the color pink! I believe I was about nine years old playing with that pink scarf. Back in the day where love and weird body changes did not exist. Not a care in the world. Yet, at this particular moment, I felt beautiful. Of course I was not AT ALL beautiful. I was skinnier than your mom was before you were born. I never combed my hair so it was quite in a knot very often but I could careless. I'd wear clothes that my cat shed her hair on in public. The thought of putting on deorderant was against my nature. I was the opposite of female. But apparently, a touch of it came out of me with that pink scarf for me to feel like I was in God's way of saying, a real girl! Why did God make us females obsessed about our appearence, I have no clue. I really wish He didn't cause it would make life more easier. But if He did not then we wouldn't be called female would we? I have finally gotten to appreciate it. But more with that later. There are so many girls in todays world who are crying from the bottom of their hearts, "Am I really beautiful?!" I did this on a daily basis back in the teenage drama stage. But it was more than just drama or something every girl has to go through, being stupid because she can't help it. At church there was this "young lady" I will have to call her because she was older than me but not yet eighteen. Everybody loved this person. And when I say everybody, I mean EVERYBODY! She was perfect. Her clothes were perfect. She had a figure. She had the perfect hair and not one single zit on her face unlike mine was. I was even more shocked when I would hear boys my age comment on how beautiful she was. I wasn't supose to care what they thought. I had it in me to live for myself. But I did not like it that they were thriving over her sweet looks and not mine. Gosh, I didn't even have a figure at this point in my life and I wasn't happy about it! So I stuck to wearing tight dresses, hoping to show off a little of what I had, if that was anything. I wore a pound of make-up on my face, the whole works, to cover everything up. I did my best to do my hair in some way that looked fancy and better than hers. I was made up alright. And every Sunday morning I would walk through those church doors, and not one single person would tell me I was beautiful. I would leave with disappointment. There is something in each of us that tells us we want to be beautiful. We want to be noticed. We want to be accepted. We don't want to be tossed to the side. But how often are we, that we end up on the floor just wondering why we have to be where we are right now? I can still look back at all those days when I would stare at myself in the mirror and felt like tearing that mirror to sheds because of the image I saw staring back at me. I hated me. I use to think only young teenagers went through this stage, because its a dramatic time a girl is going through rough changes of discovering just who she is and what she can do. But I have found out its not just for girls at certian ages. Its for everyone. I was once shopping with my mom at Target for an Easter Dress when I was eighteen. I wanted something that nobody else would wear, but that would stand out and look good on me. I remember before reaching Target, my mom and I stopped to eat at a small cafe. I remember seeing two young teenage girls enter the room. Smiling, laughing, looking all pretty in their clothes. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. They were absolutely beautiful, and described what it means to be feminine. I couldn't help but compare myself to those two girls. And I felt hurt inside. When going into the dressing room to try outfits on, I could not find one thing that was beautiful other than something immodest. Then my mom brings in an outfit. " This would look cute on you! Try it on." I did. Looking at myself in the mirror, I said silently to myself," I don't want to look cute. I want to look beautiful!" I sat on the little chair in that small room and cried. If you read the paragraph above, you're probobly thinking, " How can she see that about herself? She is beautiful!" I'm sorry, but I have to disagree. I have never seen myself as somebody who was beautiful. I've heard guys complain as to why each girl thinks they are ugly. Well boys, you don't know what we know nor have you walked where we have walked. Neither do you know how something causes us to feel as we do. But I will admit sometimes we do get too caught up in our feelings and allow them to define who we are as people. So, here I was. Longing to be called beautiful by somebody. I was crying out for it but nobody heard me. Thats being female for ya. Let me get to the point by saying I was incredibly stupid for believing I was never beautiful or worth anything. I'll get to this later. Looking back at my teenage life, why did I allow words to define me? Three simple little words to define me, that would only last a second. What idiot does that?! I did! I wasn't one to dig my head deep into magazines and wish I was one of the woman in them. I eventually stopped wearing all that make-up and went to church bare. I went back to my tomboy-ish clothing and wore black any chance I got. I began to hide myself from the world, just hoping that somebody would love me for who I was instead of what I looked like. But that day never came. For most of my teenage life, I walked about waiting for the day I would feel good about myself. I was deeply hurt. I can't tell you how many times I have written in diary after diary how much I hated myself. I had to look like the world to be told I was beautiful, but I knew better than to do that. I wasn't going to cave into the ways other people said I had to be just to hear three words. Yet, it seemed to me, that was the only way I was going to ever get there. Today I am twenty years old. And looking back at all this now, I can say I was a real fool. You know why? Because I was commiting a great sin. I was allowing other people and the world define who I was, when they didn't even know who I was to begin with. People refuse to get real with God. By this, I mean acknowledging that God is real and gave life to each person on this earth. You've heard all your life in church, from your parents, and your Sunday School teachers, and in the churchy song, "Jesus loves you!" But you fail to see it as being real. Its only something you say you believe in. Its only what you are supose to believe. You are going through the motions of being a Christian. Yeah, I knew Jesus loved me. But I wanted other loves too. Jesus loving me was something I use to say back to people, "Yes I know He loves me but I really want to be in love with a guy!" Ha. I am not at all giving God the credit as to who I am as a human being. I just gave the impression that I am only living on this earth for myself, to see what I could get out of it and the only reason why I was a Christian was to beg for the things I wanted and to be my highway ticket to Heaven when I died. In another way of putting things, God meant nothing to me. How many of us today are tossing God to the side and focusing on ourselves to survive in this world? Have you yet discovered that the things you once put your heart into, eventually faded away? How about old relationships through out high school? Remember how we use to believe that person was made for us? The love would never end, oh what a marvouls feeling to be in love! Now where are you? Where is that other person? We look back and see now that it was just a waste of time we could have put forth to something else. A time in our lives we can never take back. And to some, its a deep regret because they didn't see it before. How does this have anything to do with all I typed above? It has everything to do with it. I was simply putting God, the God who created me!, on the shelf. I was telling God, "You made a mistake and have failed to meet my needs. So I'm going to meet my needs myself!" Heh, did I meet my own needs or what!? Nope. I only gathered misery and felt sorry for myself. I failed to see God as who He was. I did not fear Him! Can you image how much I hurt Jesus by telling Him that He wasn't good enough for me? How can He NOT be good enough for me? What man in this world would put spikes in His wrist for me? Do you know how many pounds of blood Jesus shed on the day He died for the world? Do you know how weak He was? And to hold His own body up for as long as He did on the cross is a complete miracle! This world will never die for me. This world will never sacrifce everything just for my happiness. No. This world cannot define me, because My God has given me life and that is something nobody can take away from me. When I finally let go of my wants, my dreams, I discovered just how beautiful I really was. I didn't have to become an adult to become beautiful. I already was the whole time. Because now, my God defines me. Girls, if you really want to get married one of these days to a good Christian guy who is really what he says he is, then let him see how much God defines you. That is what he wants to see when in search for his bride. It doesn't matter what you have done in your past or what background you come from. All that matters is where your heart lays. Lay it in God's hands where it belongs. I began to appreciate being female. Because it is a part of the image of God. I am so happy that I am apart of a great mystery. I know who I am. I know what I believe. I know who defines me. That is what makes me beautiful.
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August 21, 2009 - Friday
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Sorry if I bore you with my life story sometimes. Its your choice to read about it. Its one of the ways I share whats going on in my heart. So here it goes.
I don't have friends. You are thinking, "Yeah right. How can a person not have friends." You think I'm breathing too much into it, and that its just not possible. Why would I say I don't have friends if I didn't mean it? I don't say it to make people feel sorry for me. Its the truth. When somebody ask, "Why don't you go out with friends since you feel so lonely all the time?" I be honest and say, "I don't have friends."
I hated my childhood. School was the hardest for me because I was piked on. My hair was more red then it is now back then. And people would make fun of me. Guys would laugh at how skinny I was and boney. I was practically a nerd at one point in my life and I was made fun for that too. Not just that, but I was probobly the only girl in my classroom who's parents didn't run off to the local Baton Rouge casino to play games. As well, I never watched Titanic when it came out on video and I didn't know anything about secular music. I didn't have anything in common with girls my age. Plus, I wasn't a pretty girl.
Things generally change when you get older. Yes, its true. I was no longer made fun of anymore for my appearence. But I was made fun of for my faith.
Going to church were probobly some of the most horrorific times in my life. Because I was hurt. I was in a youth group who I absolutely loved, but they didn't love me back. At times I was holding my world in. At other times I was literly screaming at them, "WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME!" I was in pain and nobody cared about me! I was yelling, wanting somebody to listen to me, to hug me and say that I was loved for who I was and nothing would change that. Its not like I chose not to have friends. They chose not to have me.
I am nothing more than somebody you know. You might see me on the street or in the store. You might say a few kind words to me, and that be it. I am nothing more to you than somebody you once knew or just know for the time being. You don't know how much that hurts me. I want to be of importance. I want to be special. I hate talking on the phone, but I wish somebody would call me up just to hear how I was doing. I wish somebody would take the time out of their day to write me a letter or even send an email if they have to, just to keep in contact with me. I wish somebody would take the time out of their day to drive to my house to visit with me, to take me out to dinner, to see a movie just to show that they care about me, that I am worth it! I don't like having to beg for it! You think I want to be typing this right now? This is something I never share with anybody!
I have been feeling this emotion all day. And I am sick of it. I was literly crying today and just asking God why? Why must I be alone like this? Why do I not matter? I opened my Bible to Ecclesiastes 4: 9- 12, where it says, "Two are better than one. Because they have a good reward for their labor. For if they fall, one will lift up his companion. But woe to him who is alone when he falls, For he has no one to help him up. Again, if two lie down together, they will keep warm; But how can one be warm alone? Though one may be overpowered by another, two can withstand him. And a threefold cord is not quickly broken." NKJV For a long time I would never let anybody to see inside my life. Because I was afraid I would be hurt again. But then I finally let myself go, and I want people in my life. But why is it that the Bible says that two are better than one, yet I am all alone?! Why is it when I am in need of help, no one is there to pick me back up? I was crying to God, "Why does Your Word say this, yet I am still all alone?!"
I tossed my Bible to the side. Then picked it back up again. I opened my Bible and read whatever it was on the page. It was Proverbs 3:3, "Let not mercy and truth forsake you; Blind them around your neck, Write them on the tablet of your heart, And so find favor and high esteem In the sight of God and man." NKJV Don't ask why, I felt a little calmer reading this verse. I took my left wrist, and with my index finger and my thumb on my right hand, I pinched my wrist as hard as I could until I felt I couldn't pinch it no more. A small line was left on both sides of my wrist, where I imagined a spiked nail being driven into my skin. My wrist felt sore and hurt. And it was like God telling me, that this was something that he did for me.
I have always felt that I didn't mean anything to anyone. And it took a lot to write what I wrote above. But I can tell you this now, that I mean something to God. For Him to allow the world, including me, drive large nails into His Son's wrist and feet, just for me to breathe today, I mean something to God! This is truth that I have been brought up on my whole life, but often forget. Thats what it means in Proverbs 3, blind mercy and truth around your neck, write them in your heart. Thats something I sometimes fail to do and forget. "And this is the testimony; that God has given us eternal life, and this life is in His Son. These things I have written to you who believe in the name of the Son of God, that you may know that you have eternal life, and that you may continue to believe in the name of the Son of God." 1 John 5:11,13. NKJV
I tell you this. I mean something to God. There is nothing that can change that. You can't change it. I can't change it! And if this is not real in your life, then you have got to be the most miserable person in this world. Only when you turn your focus off yourself and to God will you find your true identity which is in Christ, and in Jesus Christ alone! I ofetn, and I mean very often, feel that nobody in this world will ever care about me. I still wish I had somebody who could lift me up just like Ecc 4: 9. But I don't. I still don't get God sometimes. But I know that I mean something to Him even when He is silent in my life.
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May 4, 2009 - Monday
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Our rainy season is still going on strong. The only time I love the rain is when I get to play in it without my mother knowing. If she knew, she'd literly chew me out, kill me, then bring me back to life to write about it. So with it being about two weeks of non-stop cloudy days and rainy hits, the days have become very dull and boring for me. Days like this gives me a lot of time to think. I believe thinking all the time is not healthy. I'd rather be doing. So when its raining and you have nothing to do you think anyway. For starters, I think back to ten years ago when I first moved here and how ugly looking I was from my big glasses, to matted hair that sometimes contained food ( being I hardly ever combed my hair to begin with ). Times were hard. I remember how I use to be and how I felt about the situations and circumstances that were taking place. Even though all of that was ten years ago, I still remember not understanding and the pain I felt. I couldn't help but allow myself to cry about it. Thankfully today, it did not rain. YAYers. But the sun is still hiding behind all the clouds. But at least I got a chance to get out of the house. I was going on my run through a trail we made in the woods. I grabed my MP3 player from my dresser drawer and found myself singing a song to myself, which started, "How long will I precieve no answer..." I switched on my MP3 player and I thought this was so weird. It was that song that started playing on my player after singing that first sentence. I was like, "Hey, what a coincidence." The chorus to this song is unforgettable. And it seemed absolutely perfect to what I have been going through the past couple of months. Mind if I share? "I believe in the sun, even when its not shining." It seems like the rain will never end. But I know better. We can always count that the sun will shine again. We know that summer is right around the corner. It won't be long before we will wish it would rain again. I found myself looking up at the sky when listening to this sentence. The sun isn't out. Its ugly outside and wet. Sometimes this feels very much like my life. Going back in time when I first moved here, me and the sun were complete strangers to each other. I found myself crying every single day because of what was going on. Crying myself to sleep. It was never ending because there was so much I couldn't understand. I was terribly broken apart by my confusion. I didn't know who to believe, or if I should believe anyone period. Many times I see in my life and in my past when the sun refuses to shine. I look back and see how hard it was. Too weak to fight. Too weak to run. I wondered where God was hiding. Here I was, an innocent eleven year old, too young to understand and becoming too curious with things I should have never touched. Why wouldn't the sun shine on me to give me hope? "I believe in love, even when I don't feel it." Almost everybody I know has had at least one time in their life where they felt very unloved. Most of the time, thats how I felt. To when I was very little in pre-school to even now, I do experience the feeling that nobody loves me. We were all taught Jesus Loves Me when we were little wee things. But sometimes believing the truth of that song doesn't cut it, does it? When you are called worthless for most of your life, you really feel worthless. When somebody tells you you're going to become a whore because you have red hair, its easy to believe. This was my life growing up. No friends whatsoever. I was hated and I began to hate myself. And when I would have a friend, they were only there for the time they were to be. Mission trips; only your friend for that week and I would never hear from them again. I don't see the point of asking for emails and phone numbers anymore. They never talk to me anyways. Church camp. Same thing. Even sometimes I felt God didn't love me. Through my depression, I woke up alone believing this is how I was meant to live. A worthless human being which has no value and no potiental to succeed in life because I was born stupid. Stupid was a very common word. I use to hear it being said to me. We will believe the sun will shine when the rain goes away. But why can we not believe the sun will rise again when we feel trapped in darkness? We will believe the words our parents say when they love us. But why can we not believe the words Jesus speaks when He said, He loves us?" ( Hebrews 13:5) "I believe in God, even when He is silent." Don't you just love true honesty? Don't you want people to be dead honest with you? OK, I guess I will. I have been mad at God before. Whoever is THAT honest to say they have been mad at God before is a true man (woman) to his word. How many times have I prayed and prayed for answers to something and never getting them, who knows. The number is countless. People seem to get mad when they don't get. And I was sure one of them. I'm sure God had His reasons for not answering certian prayer request. I thought it was because He didn't like me very much. I gotta tell you, I was a bad kid. No seriously, I was a BAD bad kid. I loved making mean faces at people who would glance at me. I was so proud. I could be a bully if I wanted to be. A really skinny bully that is. : ] My parents jumped on me most of my childhood. I didn't learn too easy. I look back now and laugh at myself. But my mom says she can't. I know I'm still young and near being 20 years of age. My life is just beginning. So what could there be possibly in life that I have expereinced something horrible or tragic? Times just aren't the same anymore. I was 14 when I first entered depression. Not knowing the symptons. I felt suicidal. I hurt myself. I was desperate for attention, DYING for some company and a friend ( a boy would have been nicer to have. :] ). I was fighting a forbidden battle against my body, heart and mind. I was a wreck in the making and where was God when I needed Him? We will believe it when our boyfriends say they will always be there for us. But what will we do once they are no longer there? The inspiration to this song was a story about a writing on the wall at a consintration camp. Second it was a quote in a book. But then when doing some research, people found out that a male prisoner who was being held there, who was innocent, who would never see his homeland and family ever again, wrote these words on his prison wall, "I believe in the sun, even when its not shining. I believe in love, even when I don't feel it. I believe in God, even when He is silent." Who of all of us in the world, could write such a thing. This man was in prison. Probobly experienced torture. Left alone. Nobody was there to love him. Nobody was there for him to snuggle near with to keep warm. Nobody cared if he lived or died. Yet this man knew where his value came from. He knew where he was going when he died. He knew that since he lost everything he had ever known, that he still had the greatist gift of all. And that is Jesus Christ. Would we do the same as this man did if it was us who was in his place? We are to say to the storm, the cloudy rainy days of our lives, that our God is bigger than our problems. Our God is bigger than life itself. Things will not go our own way. We will be hurt. We will be brokened down. But when we discover our worth is found in Jesus alone, only then will we survive the battles and challenges sin throws in our direction. You cannot find that satisfaction in romance, work, money, gambling, or family. We have to step up. We must take that step of faith and Fully Rely On God! Kill the crap about how if God loved you then this pain wouldn't have happened. Where does that get you, into more trouble? Pain is in the world because the world has turned away from God. Pain is in the world because of sin. Jesus never said it would be easy. Just as Jesus embraced the cross to die for us so are we to embrace our own to live for Him. Why carry a burden when you don't have to? Why never give your life to Jesus for the sake of temporary self-pleasure? Why gain your possessions on earth when you will loose your soul? ( Matthew 16: 24-26 )
Seeking Gods will through the storm, is what strengthens us for the road ahead. Seeking God. Seeking Him Alone.
I Believe In Love Written By: Barlow Girl Album: How Can We Be Silent? Copyright 2007 Word Music LLC, Barlow Family Music ( ASCAP ) barlowgirl.com The Persecuted Church
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April 18, 2009 - Saturday
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Everybody has a day or time that speaks out to them the most. Maybe for some its a grand vacation. Or for another graduating college. I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to share my special day that changed my whole life. I was laying in my bed last night, thinking about this special night. Remembering all the details of what happened on this night. Little things that you wouldn't normally remember about something...unless it mean that much to you. We were in the church bus. I remember all who was there. Scott Pevehouse, our youth pastor. Rachel Muller, Rebekah MIlcroy, Michael Bowman, my brother, Reese Lovell, Craig Spencer, and another guy that I don't know his name. I never knew his name and never saw him again after this night. Scott was taking us to see a Heaven and Hell house drama at a church in Benton. He said he wanted us as a youth group to have our own, and wanted to see if we would be inspired to come up with one by seeing this particular drama. I remember what I was wearing that night. I had a plain orange long sleeve shirt, black pants and play shoes. The necklace I wore was my great grandmothers that was a golden circle and had a red bird in the center. I didn't have contacts back then. And my hair was parted down the middle. We took a break at a truck stop where Rachel got me to try my first Cappachino, which burnt my tongue very badly. I even remember the floor of the van was so hott that the souls of my shoes started to melt.
I remember waiting in line at the church for nearly an hour. I'm guessing it was about 7ish something in the evening. We all had to sign a visitors card and only had one pencil. So it took time for us to fill out all the information. And when we finally got in the place, we still had to wait in line for almost another hour. Then they took us to a sitting area where we were told that in a few moments we would be entering the drama with another group of young teenagers. I remember the man telling us about what we were about to enter, and reminding us that the drama all the way through was about 45 minutes if everything were to run smoothly. Our turn finally came. We walked up some stairs before entering the first room. The halls were dark. And we were walking on something like black trash bags. The whole purpose was for us not to be able to see anything. The first room we stood on an incline. And we were looking down at a car crash scene. There were three bodies laying around this car. Smoke was everywhere. The drama before us was about seeing these lives are no longer. They are dead. The parametics were looking over the young students and discussing what happened to each other. We were then led out of the room. Back in the hall, we still couldn't see anything. I didn't know where we were going. It would all be quite, then we would hear a man scream and jump on somebody and then everybody would start screaming! When we could see a little light, I saw tall men in black clokes, with painted faces. They had yellow eyes and didn't say a word to nobody. They didn't even look at you. But every once in a while, they would jump at you. Everybody knew who they were supose to be; demons. The next several rooms held almost the same scenes. Each room representing hell. You could hear people crying for help, piercing in flaming pain. The rooms were always dark, and you couldn't see much. The drama before us constist of two demons with high voices. There were several people in this room, representing dead souls. Each one had their story as to why they thought they would be in Heaven. One admitted to being a drinker, a gambler, and a murderer. One admitted to being in prison. One woman admitted to being addicted to drugs and ended up abanonding her children for her adiction. One mother was watching a television screen. She was watching her family living on earth. All her life she knew who God was. She knew that the only way to heaven is through Jesus. But she never made that commitment. Instead she chose to live her life. So as she watched this tv screen, she prayed hoping that God would send somebody to her family to warn them about hell. But it did nothing. She suddenly saw that her daughter was out of the picture. She cried and yelled, "Where is my daughter!?" And a few seconds later she heard her daughters screams. She looked up and saw that her daughter was being thrown into flames. She yelled to her mother, "Mom why didn't you tell me about Jesus!?" And they both cried. There was one more scene. It was about a woman. She claimed to have been raised in church her whole life. She was in church everytime the doors were opened. She taught Sunday School. She taught VBS. She did nursery duty. She sang in the choir service. She read her Bible every single day and prayed to God. But not once did she recieve Jesus as her personal Savior. And she asked the demons, "Why am I here? I was a Christian!" The demons said the same thing to every person in that room. They spoke the truth. They spoke of what the Bible said. " There is nothing you can do to get yourself into Heaven. Because you never repented of your sins and asked Jesus into your heart, you have been cast into the never ending flames." These demons quoted Scripture. They mocked them and admitted how many lies they have thrown at these souls when they were still alive. And they told all of us the same thing. I knew what hell was. But now I really knew God meant business. There were a few more rooms like this that we were led into. To us girls it was getting scary. I remember Rachel grabing my hand because she was scared too. I remember later all three of us held hands for a while, afraid we might loose each other in the darkness.
At the end of the walkway stood an angel, who was holding a candle. She was an older lady with blonde hair, and of course she was short like most women (no offense). She told us that she would take us through a journey back to earth. She then led us to a room, where we recognized the three teens we saw at the car crash, meaning this story must have happened before the crash. The three teens were talking. One boy claimed to not care about God. One was in question, and trying to earn his way to heaven. And a young boy, who admitted he knew where he was going when he died. And was sharing with these two teens about Christ, but they rejected it. We were then led into a second room, where a girl who was a Christian was friends with another girl who wasn't. The girl was telling her friend that she was going to a party. And the Christian girl told her to have a good time. A guy walked up to her and asked her why she let her friend go to the party. The girl said, "I don't want her to think I'm a moron. I mean, she's my friend. I don't want to loose her. Besides, I don't know how I can talk about Jesus to her." " Aren't you concerned about her soul, where she will spend eternity at? She needs to know." "Yeah, but I can't do that. I'm scared to." We later saw that girl who went to the party, was also in the car crash scene. She didn't survive and she died. This was hitting me pretty hard. It was hard to not be effected by the story. To not feel something inside of you trying to give you a message. The very last room we entered in, was apparently the churches sanctuary where we saw angels and bright lights and a pearly gate. This was Heaven. Jesus appeared. His hands held the nailed scars. We saw the cross. We saw His blood. We knelt at the alter. And one by one souls were entering Heaven, and Jesus was welcoming each one with a hug. And he spoke of what He had done for our sins. I was crying at this point. We watched as the boy who died in the car crash entered Heaven. He really did know where he was going. And Jesus welcomed him with open arms. The drama was over. We were then led into a large tent with lots of chairs. There a pastor talked through what we had just seen. He quoted the Scriptures and talked to us about what Jesus did on the cross for our punishment. I remember him leading us in prayer, and asking anybody who would like to recieve Jesus as their Savior to repeat the sinners prayer. I didn't say the prayer he led. Instead I said my own. That night right there in that big tent I accepted Jesus into my heart. Immediantly I felt a huge load lifted off my shoulders. I felt so light and free! I was crying majorly because at first I saw how guilty and ugly I was. But now I was crying with joy, because I knew that I would somebody spend eternity with Jesus. I put my arm around Rachel as we walked out of the church. We all hanged around the sidewalk and thats when I told her I had just gotten saved. She gave me an enormous hug and didn't let me go for a long time. Living never felt so good before. It was after midnight when we finally left the church. Come to find out, the guy who I have no clue what his name was, was also saved that night. I remember that we were all starving and there were only two fast food places open. Taco Bell and Wendy's. So we drove back and forth to each drive through window about four times ordering food and then forgetting to order something else, or somebody changing their minds over what they had ordered and decided they wanted to try something else. We became friends with the employee's afterwards. Rachel gave me her chocolate flurry from Wendy's. "Happy Birthday." She told me. We didn't get home until three in the morning. I just wanted to share with everyone what I went through. There was a story that was leading me to this place before hand that I did not share. Simply because thats a whole nothing story thats part of my testimony. But sharing my testimony wasn't the point of this blog. The point of this blog was to show you the night Jesus spoke to me and how He did that. I remember this night more than any other day in my life. The details are little things that I know nobody who went that night remembers today. But I do because it was my night to meet Jesus. It was my day to live. People are so scared of experiences like these, because they don't know what will happen or what it consist of. But this kind of experience is not something to fear. For if you do, you have allowed Satan to enter in. Because fear is a sin, it is not of God. If we can earn our way to Heaven, then Jesus dying for our sin was done in vain. It counted for nothing. If there are so many roads to Heaven, then Jesus came to earth for nothing. The difference between Religion and Christianity is that Religion is man-made, mans way of getting to heaven. No religion in this country is there a relationship with their god. While with Christians it is not based on what man created, but on God's Word. Its a relationship with no rituals or symbolic principles. Its based on having a personal relationship with Jesus Christ Himself. The people in this drama thought the worlds views about their life. "I don't need God. I'm a good person. I never killed anybody. I hope I'm going to Heaven." It doesn't matter if you've never done anything as bad as sexually harrasing somebody. We are all born into sin. That sin is what put Jesus on the cross in the first place. Because we could not pay the cost of it. It should have been us who died that day! Would you want to die for the world? Of course you wouldn't. This world is not worth it. But because Jesus is unconditional love PERIOD, He saw this world was worth it. A lie I told many years ago, put Him on that cross. The glitter ring I stole from Walmart when I was five, put Jesus on that cross. There is none righteous, no not one. We can't live on our own way of thinking that will get us into Heaven. This is something you do now. Don't just take my word for it. Do the research yourself. Get a Bible and compare it to what other religions teach and preach. You will see a dramatic difference. People also forget that the Bible was the very first book ever written in this world. Inspired by God, which gives us more reason to believe that it speaks the truth. And its truth was not meant to harm us, it was meant to save us. The reason we may feel uncomfortable about it is because Satan doesn't want us to believe it. Conviction sets in and we fight. But fighting doesn't get you closer to Heaven. There is only one road to Heaven. And again, do your research about the truth. I'm just telling you that what happened to me is real. Because I am not the same person that I use to be. I have been born again, and my life is not my own. From letting Jesus live in me, I have become more like Him. " Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old is gone, the new has come. " 2 Corinthians 5:17. Thats what it means to be saved. Your old self is being cast away. You are cleansed by Jesus' blood and made pure, white as snow. And you are transformed into a new human being. Your decisions aren't the same. Your desire's and wants change. You began to understand that life in Heaven is worth more than life itself. And you have the peace to know that when you die, you will spend eternity with the Man who died for you. Jesus is so much more than Bible Stories, church activities, and kiddie songs. Jesus is real. And when my time comes for me to leave, I know where I am going. I hope to see you there. October 30, 2002, almost near midnight - The day my life was born.
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April 2, 2009 - Thursday
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COMMITMENT: Following Jesus....Taken from the Womens Study Bible: Second Edition NKJV.
"Following Jesus" is the definition of "commitment." Commitment demands a choice. Jesus wasted no time getting to the heart of commitment: Either the disciples would be committed to Him to deny their own desires, or they would be determind to go their own ways and deny Him (Matt 10: 32-37). The choice to commit is the same for all believers, either we deny ourselves or deny Him; either we go His way, or we pursue our way. Talk about Christ would be meaningless without the walk with Him. The disciples were to take up their crosses. Carrying the cross beam was a public declaration of Rome's authority. Jesus challenged them to put themselves voluntarily under God's authority, doing His will His way. Commitment demands action; it cannot be divorced from responsibility. It extends beyond our relationship to the heavenly Father to other areas of life. Ruth's words of commitment to Naomi did not speak as loudly as did her actions. She left her family and homeland to return with Naomi to Bethlehem (Ruth 1: 16, 17). Commitment definitely limits choices because it is exclusive. For example, in a commitment to marriage, God's plan is for one woman and one man to commit to each other exclusively and permanently (Matt 19: 5, 6). Jesus demonstrated in the Garden of Gethsemane that the Father's will always takes precedence over His. The next day, He picked up His Cross, demonstrating that He would do the Father's will the Father's way. Commitment builds up faith and develops character. It is spiritual discipline (Prov. 16:3). It is a lifetime venture, requiring time, work, and determination (Matt 16:24).
If there are two words that defines the average Christian, they are "NO COMMITMENT!" We all know that as a fact. You didn't have to think about it, search for it on google, or go talk to the President about it. I seriously hope you won't consider doing that last part because you really won't get the right answer. I hear the word "commitment" in church all the time. But rarely do I see the definition ever expressed. To tell the truth, I think Christians are afraid of that word. Like, its a curse or something or the fact that they have to give up something thats so so precious to them. Sure. I can understand. Some guy or girl has walked into your life and they make you the better person, make you feel so happy, and they have a certian way of filling in the void in your life. Sure. I can almost understand that part. The part I can't grasp at is the part when they walk out of your life, which is going to happen sooner or later. Either they get tired of you, or they die. Now what? I'm not wanting to down relationships. I want to get married just as much as the next person someday. But are we willing to give God our future spouses completely instead of keeping them all to ourselves? When I see people in relationships, ( and its not just their talk. You can look at a person and see who is really in the center of that relationship) I see and hear a lot of "ME, ME, ME!" It makes me want to puke. I never see that couple in church. I see them making out on each other all the time though. Some people just like dating because they get something out of it, and it just makes you feel good. Another thing that makes me want to puke. Living for the here and now, not living for the long run. Yeah. If you see this, come along and we will puke together on this one. OK, not only do I see no commitment in todays dating generation, but average Christians actually do believe they are commitmed. For example, they go to church on Sunday Mornings...that is if there isn't something else going on like watching Football on ESPN or Jeff Gordon winning another race. Other excuses for not attending Sunday School are; they don't like the teacher because she caught the kid texting during the lesson. They get mad at the preacher because for a small little reason while he was preaching he made them feel "convicted." And nobody likes to feel that. Thats scary! Get out of there and run for the hills folks! Don't forget to say hi to Grandma for me while you're at it since she lives up that way. I'm pretty sure that some people who just read that paragraph are frowning at me right now and probobly won't even acknowledge I exist anymore. Fine with me. It won't me be you will have to answer to. Its God you will someday answer to. I'll admit I'm not perfect. There have been times when I would hold something that prevented me from wanting to go to church. I use to hold in my version of the perfect love story to myself because I didn't trust God enough to write it for me. Like if I gave my whole heart to Him he would make me marry some skinny guy with no backbone whatsoever. He would refuse to work out at the gym and have no abs on his stomach or anything else physically attractive glued to him. As well, what if he was a farmer or some insurance saleman or something? Thats boring! And what if his body make-up was so powerfull that I ended up having six kids because the birth control pill couldn't keep up? I thought about all this stuff. I decided God didn't know what He was doing. Lets talk about dreams. Since I was thirteen my dream and desire was to be a rockstar in a punk rock/metal band of some sort. I always got upset when I would hear someone my age who managed to get into the music industry. Like, Krystal Meyers who was sixteen when she released her first cd, the same age I was at the time. Um, God hello? Why have You opened doors for her and not for me? I'm just as good! I decided God loved her more than me. Humph. Figures. And then the time came when the "older" sibling got the opportunities to do stuff with other people and I had to sit at home and mope. My brother always had contact with some big hunter or fisherman someplace in the State and he always, ALWAYS, got to tag along with him. Or he had friends from church who would go to the Bass Pro. Shop and invite him to go along with them and stay in Missouri for a couple of days. He got what he wanted. I stayed home and cried my eyes out cause no girl at my church wanted to start a rock band. They wanted to go on dates and look pretty. Wimps. I'm glad I didn't turn out that desperate. So I guess by reading a little about me, you can easily see I wasn't happy when what I thought should happen, didn't happen. Yeah I was pretty sick of the way God was making me live. "Its Your fault You're not making me happy! Now get to work!" Reading over that last sentence makes me laugh at myself. Its so easy to tell that when many people decided that giving Jesus their life might be worth it, they expect to get some good toys in return because God loves them. "God loves me so this means now I'm going to UCLA and I will meet the man of my dreams and we will live on a private island in the Bahamas!" Sorry I sound so sarcastic. But its not like people don't think this way. I know many people who think this way! So being sarcastic about it makes me feel so sorry for them. Plus its kinda funny. :p There are a lot of people who have had it better than I had. This time I'm talking about Christians. There are Christians who are profound missionaries. Christians who are in the best rock/metal bands of all time. Christians who got their opportunity to go to college and Christians like Joshua Harris ( who wrote the best non-dating book ever, " I Kissed Dating Good-bye ") and Eric Ludy ( who has such an awesome testimony! ) who God brought into their lives wonderful women who together now serve in ministry, and they got married in the end and they ended up getting THE Love Story of all time; one that God wrote for them and it turned out better than any chick flick movie. Sometimes I would think this is so unbelievable. I think God has overlooked me or something. Apparently so! Cause Jen Ledger who is the new drummer for SKILLET is the exact same age as me and she gets to tour with THEM! This would be the time to faint and play dead. I still remmeber when all that I typed above was once living in my heart. I was mad. Well, wouldn't you be angry if you were me? Unless you are me and you enjoy being lazy like that. Poor pitiful you. But beside that, I was very upset. I mean, wasn't I good enough for all of what other people were getting? I think only the COMMITED Christians can see where I was going wrong with all of this. And you got it right: I was trying to make my dreams become God's dreams. You remember the passage I typed at the beginning of this? If you don't, go ahead and read it again. Just don't forget to come back to this very spot so you won't miss out on anything. Sometimes people tend to think they know what it means to deny themselves and pick up their cross. Oh sure, like, OK I gave my life to Jesus and now he lives in me. Yep I got it made. Of course I do! But people seriously don't seem to understand that there is a price to pay, which we know Jesus did for us already. But how can we truely live a happy successful life if we don't let God have any say so in it? What does it really mean to deny yourself before God and pick up your cross? Its more than making a cross out of two wooden beams, glueing it together, then placing it on your back and walking up the road a few miles. When denying yourself before Christ, you are saying that you're life is no longer yours. Your body, your dreams, your spouse, your job, your car, your last slice of pizza, you dog, your everything does not belong to you. You are literly giving up everything that you held so close to you including your family. You're giving up your college dream, your love story, your whole entire heart and you are making the commitment to follow the lifestyle that Jesus lived on this planet. Thats a lot to give up! You are totally reliving another life outside your own. The choices you once made are now the choices God would make. People are not willing to make that commitment. And thats when you have the right to call them the Average Christian. How many people do you know who follow this verse? "...If anyone desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow Me." Matthew 16: 24. Wake up people, it is so much more than waking up early on a Sunday Morning and going to church. It is so MUCH MORE THAN THAT! Why is it so easy to keep your word to call your boyfriend at seven in the evening but not keep your word when telling God you are going to read your Bible? You already read above all the stuff I wanted and thought should be mine. If you have already forgotten it you might as well exit out of your browser because obviously you don't care and never want to. You I feel sorry for because its you who are missing out on what it means to live. "For what profits is it to a man if he gains the whole world, and loses his soul?" Matthew 16: 26. What would be the point of me getting my way with my life when I'm gonna die someday anyways? It will all end then and very quickly it would be forgotten about. Look, there is nothing wrong with having big dreams like the ones I have. God has given us all dreams for a reason. They inspire us and strive us to accomplish them. But they are nothing unless they are God's. Giving everything to Jesus isn't a bad thing. Sure you will have to wait probobly. I'm still waiting for doors to open so I can start a punk rock/ metal band. But since I've given that dream to God, it doesn't mean that much to me as it once did. I'm okay if it doesn't happen. Because my fullfillment is found in Jesus. And wherever He puts me, I'll be okay with that. I am satisfied, and I found peace about waiting on God's timing. But you know, the more you wait, the more you find God to be somebody who is sacred. And how sacred His power and His will is. This is what commitment is. Following after Jesus' footsteps before your very own. God can never move or do anything unless you let Him. And He wants to! I have proof! See see-----> " But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special peolpe, that you may proclaim the praises of His marvelous light." 1 Peter 2:9 NKJV. Now does that sound like a God who only sits on a high chair and points at people who do wrong all day? Thats a freaky thought. Good thing it ain't true or I'd be dead by now. Remember who you are living for. Mirror Him already! You think you're a commited person? Compare your heart to what the Bible says. Then ask yourself that question.
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March 26, 2009 - Thursday
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How do we love? Love is the topic among most of this generation. There are so many acts of love, and we all desire that love. There are many times that love isn't shown. Instead its replaced with anger, lust, and disrespect. Love is so complicated don't you think? But what this world doesn't know, is that we have the answer. Love is not at all complicated. We all remember as young teenagers how we had our little so called crushes, and we were so sure it was love. I didn't realize who I was becoming, because I felt I wasn't recieving love at home. I wanted the worlds love, because I saw everybody had it. All girls need boys in their life, I would often hear. My dad wasn't there for me, so I believed this lie. When the day came when I gave my heart to Christ, love came into me. It wasn't the worlds view of love. Because the world doesn't want to give its life for me. It only wanted to give a little something to satisfy me for a short period of time. I use to believe, "It would be better to love for a time, than to not love at all." I've seen that quote so many times on the internet. And I know drama queens who take it to heart. But why is it worth having a temporary love, than to not love at all? Some people think if they can get just a little, its enough. I am ashamed to say that I was one to settle for second best. Its too hard to fight for the first love, so why try, when you don't even have to fight the battle, when you can just take the worlds invitation which requires no fighting at all. I can't say that about Jesus. Because Jesus fought for me. He didn't work out at the gym to prepare Himself physically. He didn't take special classes to give Him more knowledge. But there was one thing He did. He walked in my shoes. He became like me. He had flesh, a mind, a heart and spirit. If His arm was cut from a branch, He would bleed and feel the sting. He was perfect, yet felt as I felt. Six and a half years ago, I never thought I would be where I am at today. Back then God wasn't always first. I wanted a boy, that was my top priority. Here I am today, and my Jesus is so sacred to me, that men are farther down the list. For once I know what its like to be in love with Jesus. Why are so many Christians just the opposite? It bothers me to know I have friends who are throwing their lives away, and they know the truth, yet do not care. I am saddened by this. It litlerly breaks me. But I have seen a change. For when I get to witness people accepted the Lord at church on Sunday Mornings, I start to get emotional. I have never been that way before. I'm so happy to see that people have found the Love. There are many definitons of love. But there is only one that I believe to be true. Love is a choice to give to somebody who constantly rejects it, spits in your face, and tears you down. You see my Jesus fought for me. He went through a battle I have never been in, the day He took my beatings. He allowed me to whip away at His skin and reveal His bones and ribs. He was so weak, but He kept fighting. He was prepared to face my death for me, because He had already walked in my shoes, seen through my eyes, and felt my pain. Years ago, I would not speak of my Jesus like this. Thats because He didn't mean that much to me then. I wanted to live my life. It was all about me. And for many, its still like that today. But God has not given up on me. And til this day, Jesus is still fighting for me. I have seen Fireproof. Its such a brilliant story about Marriage. And for the first time, I saw what love really is. We have our own idea's and how we would want love to feel like. But you will never know love, until you know The Love. You will never understand love, until you understand The Love. You will never know how to show love, until you know how to show the love Jesus showed us. To those who mock us, who cuss at us, who throw rocks at us, who hate us, who desire to kill us. We can only do one thing, and that is love them. Because Jesus died for them too, and continue's to fight for them. You may ask, "How can I love somebody who has hurt me, who has done these things to me?" Aren't you forgetting, that they are doing the same thing to Jesus, yet He still fights for them every day? When you understand Jesus, you will be able to show His love in His way, and its all a choice. For when we ask for it, Jesus will give us the desire to show love, even when they constantly reject it. It makes so much more sense to me now. I shouldn't be here and neither should you. Who are we who take in the worlds lie's. We both know, that we will end up alone in the end. And for some, it takes harder to accept the truth. The truth was never meant to hurt us, but to direct us to the right path. Admiting your wrong is not a bad thing. It shows how imperfect we are and that we cannot whatsoever live without Jesus. Please accept this. Jesus is sacred. Its not something you accept at a point in your life, then lock it up in your closet. Then when it gets cold, you get it out to warm you up. Jesus is not a coat. Jesus is the skin. He is fighting for you. He is fighting for me. Thats why He is so sacred to me. "Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one's life for his friends." John 15:13
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February 26, 2009 - Thursday
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Current mood:  accomplished
Category: Religion and Philosophy
Church Camp 2007. It was after the worship service that evening. I remember it was on a Wednesday night exactly. Because during the invitation I was able to witness a girl being transformed by the power of Jesus before my eyes. I was so inspired by the situation that was happening before me that after the service was over I went to my cabin, pulled out a notebook, and began to write down my thoughts (which later turned into a song). But God had a lot more instore that night for me to see. As I was writing, there were a lot of people walking passed my cabin who were chatting, eating snacks, or munching on the watermelon we were giving out to everybody. I was able to fade them into the background as I finished writing. But something caught my attention. Something spoke to me dearly. I looked up from my notebook and saw a really skinny girl who I would say was about eleven or twelve years of age. She yelled out for everybody to hear, "JESUS SAVED ME! JESUS SAVED ME!" Of course everybody heard her, but nobody really seemed to jump up and say, "I am so happy for you!" More likely they were walking around her. The more I watched her, the more I started to notice her appearence. I saw she had long brown hair, and it looked as if she hadn't brushed it in a while. I looked at her clothes. Her light blue plain shirt had a hole at the bottom of it, and it looked dirty. Her pants weren't at all fashionable. And her shoe's looked worned out. Yet this girl who from your first impression, seems to own nothing of great worth, was overjoyed about Jesus coming into her life! She was walking passed my cabin and locked her eyes with mine, "Hey, Jesus saved me!" She said to me running. I was so happy for this girl. We hugged each other, and I told her as she walked on, "Hey, I'll see you in Heaven." She said a happy OK and waved to me good-bye. I never saw her again the rest of that week. That moment reminds me so much of when I was first saved. I was thirteen and at a Heaven and Hell House drama never thinking that I would leave that church with a new heart and a desire to please God. I was like that girl. I wanted to tell the world what Jesus had done to me. I may have known all along about Jesus, but for the first time, I experienced it for myself. I think that event at church camp will always be a memory worth thinking about for the rest of my life. I don't know many people today who claim to be Christians who still show the joy they felt when they were first saved. Actually, most Christians today look like everybody else, a.k.a. the world. When I go to church every Sunday, there are the usual people that I notice more than others. I don't know exactly why that is. I guess its because I want to watch them. There are a lot of teens who I know text during church, who don't pay attention to the service, who don't appear as if they want to be there, yet claim to have Jesus in their heart. When I see those people, it shows who they really are. They don't have the desire to know Jesus. They'd rather be with friends, or hang out with their boyfriend or girlfriend, or they are there just to say they went. I have a question for this group of people. Are you ashamed of the faith of which you believe? There are some people who only show up on Sunday Mornings. No Sunday school, no commitment. I don't understand why they don't want to be commited. I mean if you can be commited to sport games why can't you be commited to going to church? I have a question for this group of people. Are you ashamed of the faith of which you believe? I know people who see nothing wrong with abortion. Who see nothing wrong with homosexuality. I am not saying that free will among individuals shouldn't be, but why do we want to encourage and support sin? Does this mean that since they have the right to abort their baby, then I have the right to steal something and it be alright? You wouldn't support me of my choice, because you know stealing is wrong. Yet then why do you support the choice of gay marriage (Genesis 2:22-25, 1Corinthians 6:9-10) but you won't support my choice to steal? What makes stealing more wrong that allowing a gay man become a deacon? Many Christians see nothing wrong with it. I have a question for this group of people. Are you ashamed of the faith of which you believe? It looks as if I have divided people into groups. Well duh, thats exactly what I have done. You might not like it, but thats how it is. Because really as Christians we are in groups. Not that we should be, its that we choose to be. We are pretty much divided among the church because we choose to be. A church is supose to be one, a whole, the body of Christ. Yet some people just don't want to be a whole part. And its all because of one thing...apparently....somebody is ashamed of the faith which is in them. I have been to church with a lot of different people. We are all at different area's in our walk with Christ. Some are more mature than others, but thats not the problem. The problem is we have too many people who are babies and very few people who are adults. There are people who will wrap their brain around the Bible and make it say what they want it to say...to give them the right to do as they please. People will take the Bible out of content and change the whole entire message of what it claims. And its not just unbelievers doing this. Its mostly Christians. I remember at Winter Jam this year, I believe Tony Nolan stood up after the break and told us the story about the girl he had just met five minutes before. He said to the crowd, "This girl came to my table. She listened to the message of God's Word. She had claimed to be a lesbian. But she recieved Jesus into her life, and she is changed. She has given her life to Christ and no longer lives the lifestyle she was living, but took up her cross and is now following Jesus!" And the crowd roared all around. It was a moving story to hear. Another life was changed, transformed. Do all believers care? I know during some concerts that I go to, there are people who are happy to hear a story about somebody being changed by God. Yet then I see others who are sitting down flirting with the people around them, or texting somebody, or simply not paying attention. Do they not care? Are they ashamed of the faith which lives in them? There is a story that deeply moved me that I read in one of the Jesus Freaks books. I don't remember the place or time, but I remember that a group of people were having a secert church service. And when the communist found out, they raided the house. They held all the church members at gun point and said to each one, "Spit on the Bible, or die with a bullet in your head." A man walked near the Bible, with tears in his eyes, he spit on the Bible. They let him go free. Next a woman. She also spit on the Bible. They also let her go free. Then came an eight year old girl. Nobody knows what her name was, but what she did proved she wasn't ashamed. She held the Bible in her hands and whiped away the spit. "Oh God, look what they have done to your Word." she cried outloud. A guard loaded his gun, and he shot her in the head. Can you answer this question; was this eight year old girl ashamed of the faith of which was in her heart? I really want to know. No, I really really want to know. What do you believe? Does anybody know what they believe? Who you are on the inside is what will show on the outside. Who are you really? Will you know who you were when you enter the Judgement seat for God to play back to you? Anybody can say, Jesus is the Son of God. Anybody can say Jesus died on the cross. Anybody can say that. But who is living it? Who is really living it? All the artist who entertained us at Winter Jam cannot be the only ones living for God can they? Why do we see the movement at a concert but not in our own church? Why is this generation silent! Are you ashamed? You must be to allow such a thing as gay marriage to be okay. You are ashamed to believe that its impossible for abortion to be murder, when you know very well what the Bible speaks on the matter of both these topics. You must be ashamed because you party all night and try to go to church the next morning to keep your reputation. You must be ashamed when you leave home and go to school and talk and curse God like everybody else. You are ashamed of the gospel of Christ when you conform to the ways of the world, SO YOU CAN HAVE FRIENDS! You are ashamed! Church is another social thing. You go because you know you are supose to. Not because you want to. Its a chore, nothing really happens at church. For all we know you are wasting two hours of your morning hearing the word of God being preached in the pulpit. Look inside yourself and see something is not right here! If you are the same way as you were before you became saved, then you are in deeper trouble than a child playing with a sex offender. We need to be as that eight year old girl who would not spit on the Bible. We need to live it. Not just speak it when the time feels right where you won't be made fun of. You live it now or become like everybody else, completely wasted. Everybody is wasted. And thats why the gospel is here in the first place. How can we be silent, when the fire burns inside us?( Million Voices, written by Barlow Girl) God has callen this generation for a purpose, and you'd be a fool to not accept the calling He has given us. To be the witness to this dying world. If you won't step up to the call, God will get somebody else. You will miss out on the blessings He has instore. God has big dreams for everybody. You just have to let yours go before you can experience His eternal plan for your life. This world is not our home. We are not living for ourselves. We are to not support sin but to stand against it when its being thrust upon us. The world accepts it. Why do we have to be apart of it?! This isn't a matter of opinion, but its the truth. And for those who don't want to listen to it, are convicted by the truth because they know its the truth. How many times must we read it before we apply it..." For God SO loved the world that He gave his only begotten Son..." Even the muslims know the most popular verse in the Bible. Yet we know it and take advantage of its powerful message. To so many its just words, and not a reality. I really want to know. Are you ashamed? Are you ashamed to open your Bible and find the answers for yourself, but instead go to the world and seek their opinions? The world vs. the Bible. Which came first!? "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." 1 John 1:1 The Bible is the truth. The world is an opinion. Don't you want the answer right now? So, can you answer my question? If you are not ashamed, that means you live the truth everyday, right? "For whoever is ashamed of Me and My words in this adulterous and sinful generation, the Son of Man will also be ashamed of him when He comes in the glory of His father with the holy angels." Mark 8:38, NASB "For I am not ashamed of the gospel, for it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who believes..." Romans 1:16, NASB " Therefore do not be ashamed of the testimony of our Lord or of me (Paul) His prisoner, but join with me in suffereing for the gospel according to the power of God," 1 Timothy 1: 8, NASB "But whoever denies Me before men, I will also deny him before My Father who is in heaven." Matthew 10:33, NASB
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