A Year of Change

I sit here typing on the new laptop that my dad bought for me. It is by no means "new", but it is working like a dream. I'm so happy right now. It's probably the reason I'm even writing this blog, but as I type I think it's best to update what exactly has been going on in my life this past semester.
I started my first semester of college at the University of Mary Hardin-Baylor. It's the most beautiful place I've been in quite a while, and it has nothing to do with the scenery. Okay, maybe a little bit... :) It's really a very beautiful campus. Anyway, back to the story.
I started my first week about the second week in August. I attended my university's welcome week. I met my welcome week mother and father, Justin French and Corbin Simmons. Along with "Ridiculous Ryan", "Bulumptuous Blake", and about 18 other wonderful people. We played a game where we paired a word that began with the first letter of our name and theirs are the only two I can remember. All through the week we adopted and recruited new family members. For the first time in my life I was actually accepted by the people around me. Even back at FBCA the first year wasn't so smooth. People didn't treat me badly, but they also didn't particularly go out of their way to ask me how I was doing. My new welcome week family actually cared about me. We were all in this new college experience together.
I'll never forget the first time I recognized the difference. It was about a week into school, and I was bored. I hadn't really met anyone in my dorm yet and I texted a few people asking them to come chill with me in the sub, our campus cafe. I texted them half-heartedly expected them to say "no, that's okay. I'm doing something else". You know one of those polite responses that people give you because they'd rather have nothing to do with you. What I got was the complete opposite. They all came. To them it probably didn't mean much to them to answer a texted message, but to someone who has been rejected even in small ways the majority of their life it meant a lot.
But I'm jumping ahead of myself a little bit. The whole point of welcome week and the subsequent "families" are to help new students acclimate to their new environment. The "parents" are to help give new freshman connections on campus to organizations, answer questions about different campus traditions, and help them meet people on campus. Throughout welcome week we play games, go to orientation, etc. If we have any questions we have our "parents" to help guide us. All the events lead up to the single most important event of the week, "Dubbing Ceremony". It's a campus tradition. All the new students, Freshman and Transfer, gather outside of Luther Memorial and we are presented with the definition of what it means to be a Crusader. My dad is a Couch Cru Captian, kinda a team of yell leaders, and he had a lot to say about that. "Crusader, never walks alone." was pretty much his anthem.
Well, what I haven't mentioned up to this point is that the whole 6-7 months leading up to this semester I was dreading coming to UMHB. I had my mind set on a college far off in Kentucky. I was sure that was were God wanted me to go. It was the first time I had "heard" what God wanted for my life, and I couldn't accept the fact I was wrong. I didn't want to go to UMHB, in fact a few years before when my high school went there for a State Choir competition, I sat out there on the Quad with my best friend on one of the swings looking around. I declared to her that "I will never come to school here. It's pretty, but I will never come to school here." When she asked me why I simply stated to her I didn't like it. After all this here I was at the dubbing ceremony for UMHB. The entire week I kept hearing everyone say, "You're here for a reason. There are no accidents. God brought you here for a reason."
Now, at the dubbing ceremony their words were echoing in my mind. They said when you were dubbed as a Crusader you were a Crusader Forever. Now, I'm not one to make promises lightly. I knew that if I was dubbed it would mean that I was staying at UMHB all four years of my college life. Maybe, that's not what it means to other people, but that's what it meant to me. In fact, the whole past year Iknew that I only wanted to attend one college. That's just my personality. I don't like "quitting", "giving up on things", or "Not finishing what I start". I abhor it. I played with the idea of going to UMHB for a semester and then transfering to my college in Kentucky, but as I sat in that dubbing ceremony chair I knew I wasn't going anywhere. I was fully prepared to walk away from that ceremony, if I didn't want to make that commitment. But as I sat there, I thought about all the things that had happened to get me to this point. God had brought UMHB out of the blue. I didn't go looking for this univeristy. Not only that God had paid for everything. I had made it to this University all on scholarship and grants from the Indian Reservation. I didn't have any debt, and here I was pouting about me being "right". Right then and there I decided I wasn't going to pout, fight, or be angry about me being here at UMHB. In fact I was going to find out what God had for me. He brought me this far it must be important. So I got up, was dubbed as a Crusader Forever and started with a whole new attitude. It wasn't one of those climatic events like in the movies, in fact, it would have been classified as "anti climatic". We didn't have fancy robes, or organized lines that would signify a ceremony. It was kinda like ordered chaos, but to me a was a defining moment. I remember walking back to my dorm that night I had a conversation with God. I promised Him I wasn't just going to sit back and wait for Him to bring me whatever He wanted for me. I wasn't going to be one of those people who said they "surrender" and then sit on their hands and never go looking for God's best. I told Him I was going to seek Him, and what He wanted for me here. I wasn't going to idle. I wasn't going to waste time. I was going to meet the people He wanted me to meet, and do what He wanted me to do.
So the next few months, that's exactly what I did, and I can't believe what I found. At UMHB they describe it as a "Home", at least its one of their goals. The pray and hope that all the faculty can become kind of your family away from home and the students will meet friends, brothers and sisters for a lifetime. I can tell you right now that is something I've always wanted. I could write a book about my first semester here. How when I trusted God He gave me everything I ever wanted. Some of the things that I thought i would never had. Things I had given up on years ago, God gave me. Things I forgot were my deepest desires He gave me. He has blessed me beyond belief this past semester, and not just in my life but in my families life. Things have changed so much. I can't even believe it. He changed the heart of my dad, and is healing my family He gave me a family here at UMHB. I have had sisters in the past. Two to be precise. Anastasia and Juji. Now I have more sisters and a miracle, BROTHERS! I love them more than I can possibly describe, and I trust them with my life. God gave me everything I didn't have the courage to ask for, and I'll never forget it. I've also grown so much in the past semester.
I am constantly filled with joy, love, and peace! Worry has not infected my heart once while I was there at UMHB. the only time it did was when I came back here to my house in Houston. I can't stop singing, I'm in love with my Savior, My God, My Daddy, My Friend. I've written songs. I've written poetry. I've done things I haven't done since I first met Him when I was four. I have returned to my first love. My heart is filled. Tis a beautiful thing. Also, I have fallen, I believe, in love with a wonderful man of God. I can't describe to you how it happened, and I can assure you that he has no idea. :) All I know is the only way I do is because of God. I never thought I could love a man. A broken sinful man, especially not a man like my father. After all these years especially the last two, it wasn't that I stopped loving my father I still love him. In fact I probably love him more. It was more like, I don't think I'd have the strength to love a man like him. More like, I wouldn't be enough to love a man with my father's type of past. I don't have the patience. I don't have the love in my heart that would help me love a man.
Then like an avalanche, love filled my heart for a man that I barely knew. In fact, when I finally admitted to myself that I loved him, the only thing I knew about him was that He was a man of God. But for me that was enough, because the love I had for him wasn't my own. It was the same with my best friend Anastasia. Before I met her I didn't think I could ever love someone enough to call them "best friend", and then a year later God brought her into my life in a very direct way. Now, nearly a year after I proclaimed to that same best friend, "I don't think I'll ever get married, because I don't think I could ever love a man that much or in that way. I can't see how I ever could?".
Well, I'm here to tell you I still don't know how I do, but somehow I do. I can only attribute it to God. He opened my heart to him, and I hope if it pleases the Lord to do so that He will open his heart to mine. Either way I am thankful, because I know now that I can love that deeply, perhaps even deeper than that.
After years of running away from Him, I have finally ran back to my Lord. He has brought me back to His side. I can hear His voice again. I'm not distracted by the world, or its lies. I am captivated by His love once more. He is all I see. I don't want anything else. I feel cherished like I was when I was little. I see myself how God sees me for the first time since I was a little girl. I see myself as his daughter, his princess. I see myself for what He has made me. I used the analogy of my name. It means "Pleasant". God gave me that name before I was born. HE gave me that name, and I believe it was for the moments when I believe I'm worthless. When I feel I am just a burden, or when my mistakes take me too far away to be saved. When I feel I am nothing but a disappointment. God gave me that name to remind me that I am fully pleasing, not by my own power, but because He has made me that way. God calls me "Pleasant" who am I to say I am other wise? lol. my last name also means "Flowers". I like to say that I am in full bloom. I really believe that. My time is come. My ministry full fledged what I was made to do has come. I think I might write that book, but not just about this last semester but about my life. Perhaps, one day I'll publish it. Perhaps not. All I know probably as long as I live I will never finish "talking" about all that He's done.
Psalm 40:5

"Oh Lord my God, you have performed many wonders for us. Your plans for us are too numerous to list. You have no equal. If I tried to recite all your wonderful deeds, I would never come to the end of them."

Oh Lord my God, you have performed many wonders for us. Your plans for us are too numerous to list. You have no equal. If I tried to recite all your wonderful deeds, I would never come to the end of them.

Family

So this past semester at college has been life altering. It's been amazing! I can't even begin to tell of all the things that have happened. I fell in love with my Lord again, and at the same time he brought a man into my life and filled my heart with love for him as well. God broke my heart for what is breaking His. My faith has been tested in ways that I never would have imagined. He has given me His strength. He has given me His words. He has changed me. Explicitly.
Love does not begin to cover it. My whole life I have been rejected by those who I desired so much to feel a part of. These people who call themselves Christians, who were supposed to be my brothers and sisters rejected me every day of my life, and now finally, when I thought that I would never see it God gave me what I never thought I'd have. He gave me something that I had given up on ever attaining. I was content with being alone, but HE...HE gave me that which I most desired, a family. He gave me not only sisters but brothers. Beautiful brothers who love me. Who are protective of me. Who pray for me. Who will for me to succeed and give me the encouragement I need to attain that which I seek. I've never had brothers. I've never had family. Even my own biological family rejected me. I decided that I am meant to be alone, but God showed me other wise.
Family. What a beautiful word. :') I'm a part of the family, and not just that I FEEL like I am. I am accepted. I am even loved for all the reasons people have hated me my entire life. Not only do they love me, but we are running this race together. Another thing I have always wanted. It's crazy. It's insane. It's unbelievable, but that's how God works.
"When nothing else could ever help, and I can't do this by myself. Love lifted me."
I love hymns. That one really means a lot. Words could never express.

Falling in Love

Oh! The Lord is so good! He revealed something amazing to me this past Thursday. He brought a man of God into my life who brought me a message that I've been needing to hear for quite some time. I wish I could tell you, but I just can't. It's to precious and wonderful to my heart for me to just display it online.
Know that it has been life altering. Know that I have been told the thing I've been needing to hear. And that this Man of God is beautiful. He goes with the Lord, and I am blessed to have met him.
I went to something called "worship on the quad", and there the Lord used him as his mouthpiece. He got eye to eye with me and told me things about myself that I had never told him. Some of the things I had never told anyone. So do not think that I have been mislead. I have been led in truth, and I know a lie when I see it.
Oh! How I wish I could write it, but I fear it is not yet its time. Maybe one day I'll post it, but as for now know that I go with God as a Woman of God. Ready and willing to bring the good news to all that don't know Him! =]
I have never felt so cherished in my life! <3 <3

Far away

Oh, Lord.
Why?
Why is it that you can feel so close one moment, and thousands of miles away the next. Can I really go that far so fast? How do I get side tracked? How do I lose sight? One moment I'm in your arms, and the next I'm searching blindly for You.
I'm here in this place that you have brought me. I am living and learning and loving, but I long to be in your presence. It's like I'm missing a part of myself when i feel far away from you. I know your there. I know your listening, and even while I wander around aimlessly you are already running to me, but I can't help but miss you.
You are here. You are in this room, and inside of me, but how can I feel so far away?

Joy comes in the Morning

Here I am with tears stains on my face, but they are not of anguish! NAY! They are of joy! The glorious joy that only God can give! Oh, how long the nights have been these last two years. I thought He had forgotten. I thought He hadn't heard. How can I question the wonderful Lord, He hears and He answers! He is beyond words! I cannot even speak.
Oh, the most beautiful thing these eyes have seen in so long has happened this wonderful morning!
For those of you who have read "Hold My Heart" my blog and my other blog about being kicked out, you will join me in my rejoicing.
For two years I have been at odds with my parents, because of our spiritual stagnancy. I have prayed so hard for so long for my parents these past two years of struggle. Today I had a wonderful conversation with my dad. He sat there across the table from me as I started a normal conversation with him. Then it turned. A glorious turn.
It went from talking about politics to the state of my mother in the morning, and then to her relationship with my dad. Now, I have already had a conversation with my mom about how she feels so I guess it was my dad's turn. I was so nervous, but the words came so smoothly. They were the things I had longed for so long to tell my parents, because they weren't my words. They were the truth of God that my parents had taught me since I was a small child. They are always telling me how to handle situations. Even now when they are struggling to maintain their spiritual walks they still manage to supply me with the guidance they can't seem to follow.
There is nothing as disheartening as seeing the problems your parents are holding on to, and do nothing about it. It's even harder to handle when the very thing they're struggling with is what you have been freed from.
I finally told my dad about how where they are at is where I was when I was in 6th grade lonely, depressed and suicidal. I was trying to handle it all on my own, but I couldn't. Even though Jesus was my Savior i wasn't leaving everything at the cross. It wasn't until He came for me that I finally gave everything to Him. He called me out, and I came running back. It was small steps over several years, but I eventually learned to let go of everything and give it to Him.
I hadn't known how far away I had strayed until I surveyed the time gone by.
Now here I am delivered from it all and I see my parents in the same situation I was in. I wanted to scream to them that God will deliver them too! That they don't have to be there anymore. They can be healed! Oh, I knew what they needed to hear, but I am their child it's not my place to tell them. I have to respect their authority.
The Lord, being so amazing and all knowing as He is, knew my concerns and led other people to help minister to my parents. I wasn't the only mouthpiece. It seems silly to concern myself with myself. God is God. He isn't limited to me! haha! Oh, how beautifully true that statement is. Oh! I want to sing. I want to dance with joy! I want to fall to my knees! I want to cry! The Lord is so amazing! Oh, I can't say enough about MY wonderful Lord.
When I had given up on my parents. When I thought there was no hope. When I couldn't see past that night's tears, He was moving. He was delivering. He was comforting. He was loving! how amazing He is!
I thought all that pain would be for nothing. That I had failed the Lord. But I say, "Do not become weary in doing good" because the Lord ALWAYS delivers! He has delivered. I have seen a small change in my dad. One that I had said before I would give anything to see, and behold my eyes have seen it! and I still can't believe it. How wonderful the Lord is! I have asked Him to show me how He moves, and now that I've seen it I still find it to amazing to believe! haha!
Oh, I am so happy i could sleep. The Lord is pulling my parents from the darkness just like He pulled me.
Love lifted me. When nothing else could ever help and I couldn't do this by myself. Love lifted me!

I LOVE YOU!

This story is not about me. It's about a close friend of mine.

HATE YOU!
*gasp*
I HATE YOU!
*tear*
I HATE YOU!

How could you do this to me?!
Why did you do this to me?!
I trusted you!
So explicitely,
I let you in
when no one else could touch me
you RUINED me!

I really shouldn't expect much from you...
You never changed.
No matter how hard I wished,
No matter how hard I cried,
No matter how hard I begged you to be different,
you never changed.

You sat their with your crooked little grin.
You called me a Baby.
I am a Baby.
Your Baby.
The one you decided to throw away.
I was supposed to be your precious daughter,
instead I became an orphan searching for a father.

You weren't the man I needed,
You were the man I wanted.
The man I loved with all my heart
without restraint
but now full of regret.

I waited for you for so long!
I stood on those front steps
WAITING for you!
Can't you see,
my little footprints marked by the rain.
I waited!

You were always just around the corner,
You were always on your way back to me.
I remember the day I realized you weren't coming back.
That you were NEVER coming back.

I told mama, no.
I called her a liar.
I told her I knew you were coming.
You wouldn't do this to me.
You wouldn't leave me all alone!
I was wrong.

It broke my fragile heart,
You were suppossed to show me how to love.
You were suppossed to protect me.
You were supposed to be my Daddy.
Even when a new man came into my life,
All I could see was you leaving me again!

There were nights when I could hear your car coming up the street,
and when things got tough I still hoped you would swoop in to save the day.
But you never came.
Even years after I let my anger wash over me,
and bitterness stained my soul.
Even after I let the hatred bath over me,
I still wanted you.

Then I remembered
I called out to you, and you never came.
I cried for you!
You didn't care!
You went off and made a new family,
And unlike me they got to share the love
I was unworthy of.

Even now as I think about it
It fills me with sorrow that
With every breathe my chest gets tighter,
my heart heavier!
No matter how much I try to hate you
It hurts me more than it could ever hurt you!

It hurts that you NEVER wanted me, but
I'm still that little girl waiting for you.
I'm still that little girl waiting in the pouring rain,
Watching your brake lights head off in the distance,
wishing,
hoping you'd come back this time.
Can't you see that I Love you!

I LOVE YOU!
How could you do this to me?
I love you...

My Story

This story is fiction.

"Everyone has a story to tell. What will you say?"
Recently I was purposed with this question. At the time a plethora of things went rolling through my head. Questions. Statements. Some made valid points others I decided to rebuke. (They were a long the lines of "Who would are?" and "Why does it matter?") All entirely unhelpful to actually answering the question.
My professor challenged all of us to sit down and write about a page of what our story would say. He gave us an hour in class to complete the assignment. The clock ticked and tocked the whole way through, and somehow I still couldn't find the words to say.
My story? What did that even mean? I was baffeled, at a loss for MY words to MY story. What did he want me to say?
As Iooked up from my thoughts and realized that there was only 15 minutes left, I decided not to write a mere summary of my life and its events. Instead I wrote this:
"MY STORY" by Penelope Morgan

"Of all the things I could write this topic should be the simplest. Who knows me better than me? I could entertain you with my witicisms and ponderings of a simpleton, challenge you with the truth or comfort you with the details of my personal pain. Of all the things I could say, this is the easiest. No matter what words leave my mouth or are formed by my pen, nothing shouts louder than the words my actions write.
I could spend an hour simply informing you of what I believe, who I am and what led me to these conclusions, but my story isn't written in ink. It can't be contained by the confides of paper. It isn't simply made of great events and special occasions.
My story is seen everyday with the every breathe, every glance, smile, tear, touch or gesture. The smallest parts ofme scream of the deepest parts of myself.
So again, I could spend an hour giving you useless facts about my life, but that's not my story. My life is, and you have a front row seat to my one woman show."

As I finished up my little essay I thought, "UGH! Why couldn't you simply answer the question?"
I turned in my paper with what I'm sure was a look of worry written on my face (pun intended). I could almost feel the "F" coming my way. I quietly slinked out of the classroom disappointed with myself.
I debated the next day about asking the professor to redo the assignment, but I decided that I should take what was given to me. I walked into class not very hopeful. I could see the stack of papers neatly positioned at the corner of the professor's desk taunting me.
I sat down in my usual seat and slid as far down as I possibly could prepared for the worst. The professor started as usual, right on time.
As I waited for him to pass out the papers something strange happened. Instead of handing out the first paper, he began to read it. As the words swirled to through the air, I realized he was reading MY paper. Didn't see that one coming.
After he finished he looked up at me from behind his reading glasses and said,
"This young woman chose not, like many of you did, to simply rattle off, as she puts it, "useless facts" about herself.
Although it was wonderful to learn about your many colorful personal lives and beliefs, she alone understood my original question. 'What will you say?' She took it one step further. She realized that no mere description could contain the depth of the impact her everyday actions have in the novel of her life. Like many good authors, she knows that she may be the author of her story, but it is her audience that will determine its meaning. Superb job Ms. Morgan".

Immortality

How beautiful life is,
Full of breath,
The heart beating rhythmically beneath the chest.
How quickly it can be stolen,
Life's melody interupted.

How marvelous its affect even after death.
For life goes on,
by the inspiration it left behind
Not in it's brief song.

My Dear John Letter

What's up world?
Nothing changed much?
or has everything changed?
You aren't exactly the most stable basis of morals or truths.
In fact, for most of my life I believed your lies.
And at first things went well.
I forgot all about the truths God had whispered
quietly into my young ears and heart
I decided that your loud bleating voice must be who I turned to.
So I filled myself with your pride,
with YOUR justice, and feel good attitude,
but you know what?
at the end of the day nothing had changed.
I was still empty.
I didn't hear it at the time,
but God was calling out to me.
I was so far away there were times His voice was just
a small echo reverberating through my mind.
I couldn't see it at the time,
but He was moving.
His hand was reaching out to me,
and I was the chasm seperating the two of us.

Just like the dark before the morning when everything is black
and all I could see was you,
skewing my view,
He was preparing a painting.

Just like the silence before the birds sing,
and all I could hear was your guilt driven shameful sorrow washing over me,
He was preparing a symphony.

And in that silence, that utter darkness
when I thought all was lost
and I was too far gone.
I felt His touch.
I heard His voice.
I saw His truth.

I had fought hard to forget,
that what I see is what I get.
His beauty,
His love,
All for me.
Paid at high cost
on that Blessed tree.

I had fought hard to forget,
that all my shame and all my regret,
All My Fear
All My Anger
All these jagged pieces
Are loved beyond belief.

That He loved me enough
To set me Free.

All this came flooding back to me.
And when I reached out for His hand,
It was there.
Not like YOU so many times before.
When i cried out to Him,
He took me into His arms.
He was everything I ever wanted.

So many nights I wished someone would love me unconditionally.
So many nights I wished someone could look past all my doubts and insecurities.
So many nights I wished someone like Him would come along.
I promised myself I would settle for ANYTHING similiar.
I wasted so much time running from Him,
when He was all I
needed
wanted.

So here I am, world, writing my Dear John letter to you.
Here are all your broken promises
and lies.
I don't want them any more.

Here are all your chains
I don't need them any more.

Here's the person you thought you could destroy.
Here's the person who tried so desperately to impress you.
Here's the insecruity, shame, rage, fear, doubt, and lies you gave to me.
I'm replacing them with confidence, honor, patience, and truth.
I am new.
and no matter what you do,
I have Him to Pull Me Through.

So Long World,
I found the best.

Realm of Possibilities

So, I’m coming to the end of my Senior year of high school, and I find myself feeling excited and extremely scared. Well, scared isn’t the correct word. I guess Anxious would be more exact. It’s like I’m at the precipice of complete freedom and ready to jump, but something is keeping me safe on the ground.

Which is cool and everything, I mean who wants to jump off a cliff and hit the ground, but maybe, just maybe I have a glider on my back and if i jump I could experience what it means to fly. Is it worth the jump?

Sometimes I want complete freedom. The freedom to make my own decisions, to live like I want to live, to go out and reach all my goals, but something keeps me back. it’s not the fear of the responsibilities like most adults think it is. I have no problem taking those on. I think it’s the fear of the unknown. No…

I guess it’s like that quote that everyone loves to put in movies. “Your biggest fear isn’t the fear of being inadequate, but that you are more powerful beyond measure.”

I’d say for that’s a big yes. Not to sound cocky, but I have been given many “gifts”. I’m talented in almost everything I do, so when people give me the advice of, “find something you love to do and go for it” doesn’t really help me. Cause, like any other normal human being you love to do what your good at.

Like, I’m not just “good” at things I excel at them. So, if I’m good in so many things what do I do? Yeah, I know, “Poor you, Miss I have more talent than I know what to do with. I feel really sorry for you.”

I know. I’ve heard it all before, but honestly I wish I knew which thing to pick. Because I enjoy doing all those things, but I don’t “love” any one of them.

My youth pastor asked us the other day, “When you think of one thing that is your thing, what is it? When other people look at you, what do they say is the thing you do?”

Well, depending on what other people know me for, they give me different answers. My parents say music. My friends say videos/film. Others say basketball. Teachers say writing.  People I meet say I’m really funny, like stand up comic funny. It just depends. So, where’s my place in this world? I’m good at so many things, it’s like if I wasn’t good at anything. I wouldn’t know where I’d stand.

I’m not wanting to lose my “gifts”, nor do I want to find the ONE thing I can do for the rest of my life. I want to know why I was given all these talents and gifts, and what God wants me to do with all of them. There has got to be a reason.

Recently I made the decision to follow after God in the form of missions. Now, I don’t know if that means becoming a Missionary that travels the world, or a missionary to the people I’m around. Either way, it was just a declaration of giving my life completely to God. Every day of my life. Every thought. Every action. EVERTHING.

It’s funny. Nothing has “changed” per say. i mean, I’m not in a new city. I’m not in a foreign country. I’m not even out of high school. so superficially it seems that nothing has changed, but with that one action EVERYTHING has changed.

I feel like I opened the door of my life to God, and He’s leading me toward the precipice and not given me a glider but wings.

So, why do I feel stuck? I don’t know. I guess it’s the final countdown. He’s letting me finish what I’ve started here in this house, in this school, in this state of mind, and He’s getting me ready to let go.

Let go of all my doubts, and worries. All my anxious thoughts, all of my cares and desires. Everything. So, He can give me everything I’ve ever wanted.

I don’t know if that means marriage, or graduating from college. I have no clue, but I’m sure whatever it turns out to be it’ll be beyond my wildest dreams.

I can imagine what my life will be like 5 years from now, but I don’t see the accomplishments or my personal victories. When I see “myself” 5 years from now, I don’t see ME. I see Him. I see Him in every aspect of my life. I see Him in my heart, mind, soul. I see Him in every word, action, smile. I see myself talking to Him about everything. All my wants and needs.  I see Him leading me to the Man I will marry. I see myself trusting Him even if I don’t ever get married. I see myself doing His work. I see myself dying for Him, happily joyously. I see myself seeing Him. That’s what I see.

It gets me excited. I want to jump now, but it’s not time. Not yet. It’s all in His good timing. I just have to be patient, and enjoy the ride of my lifetime.

The One I love

May he love you, oh Lord, today.

Anyone he meets may they see You in him.

Ready his spirit, oh Lord, against the evil one.

Keep him under your banner of protection, and let no one or thing bring him harm.

Everyday let him know you more.

With an able heart let him work after you.

In everything he does may it be to your glory.

Lead him in the right way and from evil.

Let him seek you in all that he does.

In anything that happens let him praise you.

All the day, may he depend on you.

May his family guard him and protect him throughout his day.

Send someone today to show him Your love.

Loneliness

What a despicable word! I live and breath by the power of an amazing Creator who despite everything Loves me, so how can I be lonely? I am never alone, truly alone because He is ALWAYS with me! So how do I feel this way?
Then again, it's not the typical I feel all alone in this world, I have no one loneliness. It's a deeper weirder loneliness. It's like I'm yearning for my "other half", my "husband". It's so odd. Really.
I'm not "lonely" when I'm with my friends, but there just seems to be something I don't know missing. But how can that be?
I HAVE the other half of me! The thing that makes me whole. Jesus! So how can I feel this way?
Well, I guess it's because eventhough I am whole, I'm not complete yet. As in my life is not complete yet. As in, I am MADE for someone. Ha! what a weird thought. I'm only 17, and I'm already yearning for the one who God has made me for. Maybe, it's just the fact that I'm being surrounded by such despair, and I'm feeling a little teenie bit weary.
HA! I had a moment this week, where I literally had a deja vu in reverse.
A year ago, I was in the shower pouring out my heart out to God, telling Him that I was tired of being the "weak" one. I was tired of being hated, and despised, weak and tired, and feeling useless as a friend. Then, this past week, on Sunday I found myself in the same exact place but the exact opposite. I almost told God that I was tired of being the "strong" one. I caught myself, chuckled and told God, "Wow! How can my heart change this fast Lord? I remember just last year I was complaining about being the "weak" one, and now I'm complaining about being the "strong" one. So, this is how fast my heart can change. This is how the Children of Israel did it. *chuckle*"
It was a sobering experience. So, instead of my silly childish response to everything that God has done through me this year I changed it to something that expressed my true desire, to have someone who I can be strong for and they can be strong for me too. Someone who I can "lean on" in sorts. Because I do have one amazing friend who is always there for me sometimes she doesn't really notice, and the other sister I have sometimes just doesn't know. I know I should be more open, but even I still harbor a fear of rejection. I can handle it in many places in my life, sports, relationships, life in general, but when it comes to pouring out my heart in worship or dealing with my raw emotions the only one I trust is God. I'm sure there is at least one person out there who i can just one day be able to break down and cry on their shoulder, but as for now God is the only shoulder I need.

True Fellowship!

So, it's been a little while since I've written on here. Mainly because school has just begun and volleyball has commenced taking up my computer time so I will now write on here on the weekends. That's when I'll write about whatever happened over the previous week or any particular strikes of inspiration.

I read a friend's blog yesterday and it moved me. The circumstances, well the happenstance of the music that was playing while I read it was absolutely miraculous. If you haven't checked out my friend Haley on Youtube go look her up. Type Haley&Delaney or the channel name thehaleyshaw. She's one of the most amzing people I have ever met. The particular song I'm talking about is called "Te amo". It's one of the best songs I've ever heard. It always moves me. Anyway I was reading my friend's blog, and as I read it I was moved almost to tears. Because the words I was reading corresponded to the heartfelt lyrics of the song, but the part that really got me was when my friend happened to mention me. She didn't say my name, but she mentioned a conversation that we had had. The realization was incredible. Here was my friend, my "dear friend" pouring out her heart in a blog about what the Lord has done for her, and she counted me as one of her many blessings. I can't help but be moved. In ways I haven't even imagined God has used me. Ways that I don't even recognize. He has used me even in all my state. God is AMAZING!!! It really is amazing the power of just loving someone in one converstion, in one word, in one hug (=]) in one moment. I thank god for putting me in her life, and hers in mine. For almost a year I went to my church, despite angry/disapproving parents, all alone, and then He gave me one of the best friends I've ever had. It's amazing. I almost can't remember going there without her. All the saddness, all the grief, all the pain, all the memories of the lonely hours all alone in that huge building or the tears I cried almost every week having to leave it without anyone to share my joy have all faded away. God gave me her to help me cope with all this parental drama, and to encourage me. AND boy is she an encouragement! She has helped to tear down the rest of my own "Berlin Walls" in my life. She has helped me (even if she can't believe it) to open up more to people. Maybe not in speech or in deed, but in relationships. She was the first person I didn't torture at the start of our friendship. My anger, my rage and all that other baggage was subsided when God put her in my life, and all with one phrase, "Hello, love!"
She may not say that anymore, but that one term of endearment disarmed me and her gentle loving spirit helped to mend things in my life that, even I (the over annalytical one who can figure out the deepest meanings of life and circumstance...hahaha!) until now hadn't realized.
She is an amazing person! God has brought her so far even just in the last 7 months. I can't even belive its only been that long since our friendship started to bloom. I can't imagine not standing side by side with her in the presence of the Almighty lifting our voices in songs of praise and worship! I can't!
I thank Him for every shy, intreverted (though, it is no longer!), hurting, aching, loving, compassionate, kind, gentle, incredibly human part of her because even with all her weaknesses and all of mine, even with all our wonderful God-given strengths, even with all our baggage from our broken or disfunctional families and all our doubts, worries, fears and sadness God has changed us! He has Loved us, and He will USE us! I know now, without a shadow of a doubt and I want to make it known to her and the world (because I don't think I've told her yet) that I love her and I would die for her! I love ya Jessica!
This 7 months of friendship has been some of the sweetest moments of my twisted traumatic wonderfully broken life, and i thank God for you!

x-week

So, the past 3 days at my church have been what's called X-week. It was amazing! I had such a great time! and not just the whole spending time with my friends. I loved just being with people who were worshiping God all at the same time. The energy was amazing! Usually, i feel like i'm on display during our worship, so i usually don't raise my hands. i don't want to attract attention to myself and take away from someone else's worship, but when I was there the past few days I felt like I was completely alone with God. I was surrounded by over a hundred people, but I felt completely alone with my Creator. It was a marvelous feeling. The intimacy, the closeness, the utter nakedness (not literally, that would be weird) of it all. It was like nothing I have ever experienced. It was absolutely miraculous. I felt completely free to pray, to sing, to clap, to dance, to raise my hands, to cry, to scream, to do anything that I needed to commune with my Father. Even after the worship was over the message was so powerful. It was about just being Still and knowing He is God. On Thursday after the first service on Wednesday, I found myself craving that closeness with God. I found small times throughout the day just to talk to Him, just to be like, "Hey, You're God! and You're Amazing! You give me breathe, you give me sight, legs to walk on, you make me whole."
What was even more interesting, I was sitting next to my best friends, and a guy who I wish could be a close friend, and It was like they weren't there, but we were somehow connected. Not just them, but all the believers in that room. I could feel the presence of God, just like when He spoke to me in that room just a little over a year and a half ago. The same intimacy. It was AMAZING! I hope all of you who read this feels the presence of God like that at least once in your life. If you do, You'll never want to be separate from Him ever again!

HOLD MY HEART

Alright so here is the long awaited publication of this onto this blog...just kidding no one cares if I post this. But it goes smack dab in the middle of my last post where I mention it. I wrote this a while back on my other blog, and it's extremely emotional for me. I can't even bring myself to read it again. If you wonder why I love tenth avenue north so much and you have a lot of spare time go ahead and read it. It's long and ugly, so be prepared.



A few weeks ago, I had one of the hardest moments of my life both emotionally and spiritually. I have had "worse" things happen to me in my life, but because this involved my parents and their anger towards me and my decision to join a new church, it grew to be one of the hardest nights of my life.

The day had started like any other. I was running around getting ready for school and running around trying to find my jersey for the basketball team pictures later on that day. My mother told me to tell my dad whether or not we had practice just in case the pictures run long. I didn't know that she had already told him our practice ended at 6.
I went about my day as normal until we got to practice. The rest of the girls didn't know if we had practice either, but after our pictures we learned we had practice until 5 because the junior high had a game. When our coach got to the gym he decided to hold us over until 6. No big deal, because that was what practice was supposed to end.
Well, I called my dad to let him know we just got out of practice. He got all upset cause he wasn't there yet, being stuck in traffic and all that drama. (My dad is a little melodramatic.) It just so happened that night was a Drama Production and I had really wanted to go. I asked him if I could, and he got really upset with me telling me that I should have told him before so that he would have to get up. I explained to him we weren't sure that we had practice or not, because we had pictures and that junior high had a game.
He went off on me. Calling me a liar, because my mother had already told him we had practice till 6. Yelling at me that I had known all day that we had practice, but didn't care enough to call and ask earlier. I kept telling him that I hadn't known. Picture days are always different and that with the junior high game we didn't have the gym. He kept insisting and screaming at me that I was lying. I was trying not to make a scene because I was on the phone, but I was on the verge of tears. How could keep telling me I was a liar? I was telling the truth and he wasn't listening. I should have known to stop talking. I was just digging me a deeper whole, but it was breaking my heart that he didn't believe me. He started bashing me. Telling me, "YOU'RE A LIAR!!! I KNOW HOW YOU TREAT YOUR MOTHER!! YOU MAY GET AWAY WITH LYING WITH HER, BUT NOT WITH ME." He kept on like that for what felt like a lifetime. Somehow, I can't even remember how, but he got so mad that he pulled me out of basketball. He literally, went to my coach and told me that I was no longer going to be a part of this team.
It took everything I could just to stay standing. My heart was broken and it was beginning to shatter. I walked into the bathroom before we left to wipe my eyes before the tears began to flow, and I prayed to the Lord. "Lord, I don't know why this is happening, but if you want me to go through this, then I'm going to need your help. There is no way I can make it through this night on my own."
My father was so angry, and I knew if I started crying it would only make things worse. What could I do? I just kept praying to the Lord for my father not to push the subject. Just let him cool off on the ride home, but that wasn't the Lord's plan. He was using that moment, that conversation to put to rest other things that had been weighing my heart down. I had to go through the fire before I could feel any peace. Let me tell you right now, the next few hours after I closed that car door changed my entire outlook. Everything I went through was worth it in the end because God moved. He moved my parents hearts. He was starting to open a door they had not realized had closed and I was his tool. Believe me it was hard, but I just kept thinking about that song I had prayed so many times.
"When the whole world turns against me,
and I'm all by myself,
and I can't hear You answer my cries for help.
I'll remember the suffering your Love put You through.
And I WILL go through the FIRE if You want me to."

Once I had gotten into the car my father continued with his argument. Asking me, "WHY??? WHY DO TREAT ME AND YOUR MOTHER THIS WAY?? HUH? WHY DO YOU TREAT US LIKE WE'RE STUPID? WHY DO YOU CONSTANTLY LIE TO US? WHY? JUST ANSWER ME THAT?"
All I could mutter was, "I'm not lying. I'm telling you the truth."
That threw him into a raged. He kept yelling and I curled up into a ball against the side of the door. I was to afraid of his anger to even look at him. The tears were flowing now.
I asked him, "Why don't you believe me?"
"Your mother already told me that you had practice till 6.
I said, "It's picture day. Picture days are always different."
"YOU KNOW I WOULD BELIEVE THAT IF YOUR MOTHER WOULDN'T HAVE TOLD ME ALREADY THAT YOU HAD PRACTICE TILL 6. YA SEE, THAT'S HOW I KNOW YOUR LYING! STOP LYING TO ME."
"I'm not."
I continued to explain, but my explanation had fallen on deaf ears. I knew I should have been quiet, but I was tired of him calling me a liar. I wasn't lying. I kept telling him the truth, but he wouldn't listen. When he hit the dashboard it took every single part of my Will to keep me in that car. We were still parked, and every cell in my body wanted to run.
He kept bashing other parts of my life.
"Why do you treat us like we're STUPID! DO YOU THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING?! HUH? CAUSE IF YOU DO, I PUT YOU OUT THERE ON THE STREETS where you can KNOW AND DO EVERYTHING ON YOUR OWN! IF THAT WHAT YOU WANT? CAUSE I HAVE NO PROBLEM DOING THAT! YOU THINK I NEED THIS KIND OF STRESS. Cause i don't. I can pull you out of this school, MAKE MY LIFE A WHOLE LOT EASIER."
I couldn't answer him. If I did I'd end up never seeing my parents ever again. I wanted to take him up on his offer to put me out on the streets. I'd do anything just to make him happy. If I was such a burden it would be better for me to go live on the street and die alone without hurting anybody else, but I had promised myself that I would never run away. Never. No matter how bad things got, I would stay and tough it out because I at least owed my parents that much, so I dismissed that thought quickly.
He continued to list off all my indiscretions. I knew he was right, and I stupidly said, "I know."
"YOU KNOW?"
"I MEAN...I MEAN YOU'RE RIGHT! I DO THOSE THINGS, AND I SHOULDN'T, " I scrambled to correct my wording his anger was boiling and I was stroking the flames.
Not to long after that my father and I were on the road. Heading home. I kept begging the Lord to let us make it home in one piece. I begged him to save one piece of my heart because I knew it was only going to get worse. I was weeping and my head hurt so bad. I could barely see and my chest hurt from crying.
My father looked at my deportment and snickered, "You sure got your act down pack. If I didn't already know any better I'd believe those tears were real, but ya see I'm smarter than that."
That one cold statement froze the pieces of my heart left. I couldn't believe he could ever say something like that. He didn't believe anything about me. He didn't know anything about me. He thought he did, but he didn't. I was, am different from who I was. How could he sit there and judge me on what I used to be. What I still struggled to overcome. The difference between who I was and who I am was that I cared. And the Evil Once was using who I had been to try and destroy what I was becoming. I felt a whole ripping inside of my chest.
My father brought up again who I had treated my mom. I knew he was right. I treated her horribly. With such disdain and disrespect. My heart hurt even worse now. Not for what my father had said necessarily, but because I knew it was true. I had tried to change that months before, but circumstance would influence my efforts. My mother was angry. Some of the things she had said to me before I knew weren't true, but they still hurt. Leaving little tears here and there in my heart, making it easier to shatter on this long ride home. They were horrible things. My mother had told me more than once before that "I was the reason people killed themselves, why innocent babies die at birth and why we have war in this country." All because of me.
I tried to tell him, I was trying, but he wouldn't listen. I tried to be gentle. Telling him that my mom had said and done things that caused me to react. I told him I knew that I shouldn't have reacted those ways, but I did.
He wouldn't have that. Me, accusing my mother of wrong-doing when it was so "clearly obvious that I was the reason she had said those things". I caused it all.
I had been through that statement before, and I knew it wasn't true. God had showed me that not everything can be caused by one person alone. It couldn't have all been me. I can't/don't hold that much power.
I held on to that truth for dear life. It was all I had, and the Lord had already given it to me, possibly for this moment. My father still wouldn't listen. So I told him some of the things my mother had said.
I had never seen my father that angry. He probably turned purple, but the road we were on was dark with no street lights, sparing me from his entire reaction.
He screamed, "THAT'S A BOLD FACE LIE! THAT'S A BOLD FACE LIE!" hitting the dash as hard as he could, literally yelling at the top of his lungs. With ever strike against the car and moved closer and closer to the door. I was scared. I was afraid he was going to hit me. I prayed to the Lord to help my father keep his promise to Him. (My father had promised to God that once he had gotten married and had kids, he would do what his father did. Beat his children. He vowed to never lay his had on any one of us.) I knew my father would never purposely hit me, but I know all to well what anger can do to a person. I used to be that angry. I prayed to the Lord to calm him so that he wouldn't do something that he would regret, because that alone would destroy him. If he ever let himself get to that place that would kill him before any earthly thing could touch him. I prayed hard for my father. I was tired of hurting my parents, and I didn't want to be the reason he lost control.
My father continued to scream, but he no longer hit the dash and I could tell he was becoming as weary as I was.
"YOUR MOTHER WOULD NEVER SAY ANYTHING LIKE THAT TO YOU! SHE LOVES YOU! SHE WOULD DIE FOR YOU...SHE ALMOST DID DIE FOR YOU!"
I couldn't believe he'd said that. If there was any part of my heart unbroken it was shattered with that statement. After the shock settled, and I realized he'd really said it. I knew how angry I had made him, and then I was angry. Not with him, but with myself. My father would not have normally said that and I couldn't believe he really had. New tears flowed. No longer tears of fear or anger, but of sorrow.
My father had really lost that much faith in me that he would stoop that low in order to hurt me enough that I would back down.
(You see, my mother had a hard labor with me. I almost killed her. Once I was born she started to bleed out, and she had to get a hysterectomy. I'm the reason she can't have anymore children, and that has always bothered me. It's the deepest possible hurt I have concerning my parents. If one thing would have gone wrong I wouldn't have had a mother, and my life would be completely different.)
We both remained silent the rest of the ride home. We were both exhausted, and I was hurt beyond repair (so I thought).
My mother happened to call, and I had thought it was over but my father explained to her that we all had some serious talking to do.

I was so tired. I went up into my room. I couldn't feel anything but pain. I prayed hard to the Lord. I cried my eyes out, but before I did anything else I put in a new CD my mother had bought me and it was in those lyrics I found my heart's song to the Lord and His response.
The first song I prayed hard was called "Hold My Heart":

"How long must I pray
Must I pray to you?
How long must I wait,
Must I wait for you?
How long till I see your face,
See you shining through?

I'm on my knees
Begging you to notice me.
I'm on my knees
Father will you turn to me.

ONE TEAR IN THE DRIVING RAIN
ONE VOICE IN A SEA OF PAIN
COULD THE MAKER OF THE STARS
HEAR THE SOUND OF MY BREAKING HEART
ONE LIFE, THAT'S ALL I AM
RIGHT NOW I CAN BARELY STAND
IF YOU'RE EVERYTHING YOU SAY YOU ARE
WOULD YOU COME CLOSE
AND HOLD MY HEART

I've been so afraid, afraid to close my eyes
So much can slip away before I say goodbye
But if there's no other way
I'm done asking why

I'M ON MY KNEES
BEGGING YOU TO TURN TO ME
I'M ON MY KNEES
FATHER WILL YOU RUN TO ME

ONE TEAR IN THE DRIVING RAIN
ONE VOICE IN A SEA OF PAIN
COULD THE MAKER OF THE STARS
HEAR THE SOUND OF MY BREAKING HEART
ONE LIFE, THAT'S ALL I AM
RIGHT NOW I CAN BARELY STAND
IF YOU'RE EVERYTHING YOU SAY YOU ARE
WOULD YOU COME CLOSE
AND HOLD MY HEART

So many questions without answers
Your promises remain
I can't see but I'll take my chances
To hear you call my name
To hear you call my name

ONE TEAR IN THE DRIVING RAIN
ONE VOICE IN A SEA OF PAIN
COULD THE MAKER OF THE STARS
HEAR THE SOUND OF MY BREAKING HEART
ONE LIFE, THAT'S ALL I AM
RIGHT NOW I CAN BARELY STAND
IF YOU'RE EVERYTHING YOU SAY YOU ARE
WOULD YOU COME CLOSE
AND HOLD MY HEART

HOLD MY HEART
WOULD YOU HOLD MY HEART
HOLD MY HEART?"

I cried and screamed and prayed this song at the top of my lungs. Over and over again I prayed that chorus. I was pouring my heart out to him, begging to hear me and calm my parents. To let them understand. In the midst of my praying I tried to believe what my father had told me. That I was a liar. I tried so hard to believe that what I was saying was a lie. That my mother never had really said those things that I made them up. That it really was my fault, but the Lord wouldn't let me. He kept whispering "It's the truth. Believe the truth."
Then the next song on the album played and the first part of it really gave me comfort.
It's called "Times"
"I know I need You
I need to love You
I'd love to see You but it's been so long

I long to feel You
I feel this need for You
I need to hear You
Is that so wrong?
(I was telling him how I felt with those lyrics. That I really did need his help, even through those trial. If he wanted me to go through them I'd need him right there.)

Now You pull me near You
When we're close I fear You
Still I'm afraid to tell You all that I've done

Are you done forgiving?
Can You look past my pretending?
I'm so tired of defending what I've become
What have I become?

But I hear you Say
MY LOVE IS OVER
IT'S UNDERNEATH
IT'S INSIDE
AND IN BETWEEN

The times you doubt me
And when you can't feel
The times you question
Is this for real?


The times that you're broken
The times that you mend
The times you hate me
And the times that you bend

MY LOVE IS OVER
IT'S UNDERNEATH
IT'S INSIDE
AND IN BETWEEN

The times that you're healing
And when your heart breaks
The times that you feel like you've fallen
from grace

The times that you're hurting
The times that you heal
The times you go hungry and are tempted to steal

In times of confusion
In chaos and pain
I'm there in your sorrow under the weight of your shame

I'm there in your heart-ache
I'm there through the storm
My love I will keep you by my power alone

I don't care where you've fallen or where you have been
I'll never forsake you
My love never ends
It never ends”

This song really helped me calm my spirit, and the next song that came on. Touched my heart, and when it was over I realized my heart that I thought was broken beyond repair was whole again.

IT's called "Beloved"
I like to call it "God's love song to us"

"Love of my Life
Look deep in My eyes
There you will find what you need

Give me your life
The lust and the lies
And the past your afraid I might see
You've been running away from me

YOU'RE MY BELOVED LOVER
I'M YOURS
DEATH SHALL NOT PART US
IT'S YOU I DIED FOR
FOR BETTER OR WORSE
FOREVER WE'LL BE
MY LOVE IT UNITES US AND IT BINDS YOU TO ME
IT'S A MYSTERY

Love of my Life
Look deep in my eyes
There you will find what you need

I'm the giver of life
I'll clothe you in white
My immaculate bride you will be
Come running home to me

YOU'RE MY BELOVED LOVER
I'M YOURS
DEATH SHALL NOT PART US
IT'S YOU I DIED FOR
FOR BETTER OR WORSE
FOREVER WE'LL BE
MY LOVE IT UNITES US AND IT BINDS YOU TO ME
IT'S A MYSTERY

You've been a mistress, my wife
Chasing lovers that won't satisfy
Won't you let me make you my bride
You will drink of my lips and you'll taste new life

YOU'RE MY BELOVED LOVER
I'M YOURS
DEATH SHALL NOT PART US
IT'S YOU I DIED FOR
FOR BETTER OR WORSE
FOREVER WE'LL BE
MY LOVE IT UNITES US AND IT BINDS YOU TO ME
IT'S A MYSTERY"

After I had poured my soul out to the Lord for what was an hour and a half, I turned to my Bible, and immediately I found this scripture.

PSALM 31:

"1 In you, O LORD, do I take refuge;
let me never be put to shame;
in your righteousness deliver me! 2Incline your ear to me;
rescue me speedily! Be a rock of refuge for me,
a strong fortress to save me!
3For you are my rock and my fortress;
and for your name’s sake you lead me and guide me; 4you take me out of the net they have hidden for me,
for you are my refuge. 5Into your hand I commit my spirit;
you have redeemed me, O LORD, faithful God.
6 I hate those who pay regard to worthless idols,
but I trust in the LORD. 7I will rejoice and be glad in your steadfast love,
because you have seen my affliction;
you have known the distress of my soul, 8and you have not delivered me into the hand of the enemy;
you have set my feet in a broad place.
9Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress;
my eye is wasted from grief;
my soul and my body also. 10For my life is spent with sorrow,
and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my iniquity,
and my bones waste away.
11Because of all my adversaries I have become a reproach,
especially to my neighbors, and an object of dread to my acquaintances;
those who see me in the street flee from me. 12I have been forgotten like one who is dead;
I have become like a broken vessel. 13For I hear the whispering of many—
terror on every side!— as they scheme together against me,
as they plot to take my life.
14But I trust in you, O LORD;
I say, "You are my God." 15My times are in your hand;
rescue me from the hand of my enemies and from my persecutors! 16 Make your face shine on your servant;
save me in your steadfast love! 17O LORD, let me not be put to shame,
for I call upon you; let the wicked be put to shame;
let them go silently to Sheol. 18Let the lying lips be mute,
which speak insolently against the righteous
in pride and contempt.
19Oh, how abundant is your goodness,
which you have stored up for those who fear you and worked for those who take refuge in you,
in the sight of the children of mankind! 20Inthe cover of your presence you hide them
from the plots of men; you store them in your shelter
from the strife of tongues.
21Blessed be the LORD,
for he has wondrously shown his steadfast love to me
when I was in a besieged city. 22I had said in my alarm,
"I am cut off from your sight."But you heard the voice of my pleas for mercy
when I cried to you for help.
23Love the LORD, all you his saints!
The LORD preserves the faithful
but abundantly repays the one who acts in pride. 24 Be strong, and let your heart take courage,
all you who wait for the LORD!”

After reading this I prayed one final time letting the Lord know that I knew he would be with me when I went to go talk to my parents, and that I would wait on him to "save me in his steadfast love" and help heal this hurt between me and my parents.
After praying, I put down my Bible and I let the music play. I started my homework and waited for my parents to call me. When my father came to knock on my door this one song just happened to be playing. It gave me hope and kinda made me laugh. Only God has this kinda timing.

"By Your side":

"Why are you striving these days?
Why are you trying to earn grace?
Why are you crying?
Let me lift up your face
Just don't turn away

Why are you looking for love?
Tell me why are you still searching as if I'm not enough?
To where will you go child
Tell me where will you run?
To where will you run?

CAUSE I'LL BE BY YOUR SIDE WHEREVER YOU FALL
IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT WHEREVER YOU CALL
PLEASE DON'T FIGHT THESE HANDS THAT ARE HOLDING YOU
MY HANDS ARE HOLDING YOU"

No one out there can hear those lyrics as you go to face the storm and not take heart.

The next following moments were the most miraculous moments of my 16 years. My father was no longer angry. My mother and father had talked for the 2 hours I was in my room. The Lord had moved mountains. I was in awe of God and his power. As we sat there we began to talk. My parents apologized to me for not believing me and for the things they had said. I apologized for my end because I was a major contributor to the trouble. I couldn't help but feel joy on the inside. My heart felt like it was stitched up and already beginning the process of healing. God could have completely taken that hurting feeling away, but I think he wanted me to remember that feeling so that it would inspire me to change my ways. To remind me of what he had done and what he could do.

When my father apologized for calling me a liar, it was like my heart opened inside my chest. I felt it bursting inside. I was so happy and overjoyed. He had faith in me again, and I was determined to keep it. I never wanted my father to ever lose that much faith in me again.
“The long night was over and gone. I thought once this dark would last for so long, but I feel the sunlight on my face. [He] has brought me to this place. Jesus, You found me. Through the long night and you set me free.” (Barlow Girl)

The next day I still bore the effects on my face. My face was pale from the stress, my eyes were swollen and tired from the crying my head still ached, but on my face I wore a smile. The Lord had restored my parent’s and mine relationship. I had more joy in my heart then I had had in a really long time, and I’m proud to say that it has continued to this day and will. I may get angry. I may get sad, but I will always have this to remember when God was good to me, and how good he will remain.

Our God is an Awesome God. He is wonderful and powerful. He will protect his children, and he is worth following. He has done more for me than most people may see in a lifetime, and I have my life to thank him with. It’s all I have in this work, but for him it’s enough.

Tears & Fears vs. Confessions&Questions

Okay, so a little over a year ago I joined the church to which I am now a member and attending. I did it because I felt the Lord calling me, and I couldn't ignore him any longer. I did so to the chagrin of my parents, but so you get the whole picture let me start from the beginning.

A few months prior to my decision one of the most catastrophic moments of my life happened. Something that had eaten me from the inside out for almost 10 years of my life could no longer be hidden. I sat in a crowded auditorium with all the other students of my school, listening to a guest speaker. It was revival week at my school, and although i hadn't expected I'd be one of the revived, God grabbed hold of me and didn't let go. The speaker had been invited to speak for 3 days, and being the last day I was looking forward to a normal schedule and back to normal school life. But in the midst of his final sermon it was like everything I had suppressed for so long was being ripped from my grasp. Then began the inner struggle that I had never felt before. I could literally feel the spiritual battle raging inside. I was the battlefield. The Lord was fighting for me, and He was not backing down. I kept trying to suppress it, to force it all back down.
"I couldn't do it here. Not here. What would they think of me?" Those were the first few thoughts I had as the battle begun, but they seemed irrelevant as God began to slowly beat the enemy down. The Lord kept calling,kept forcing the evil one out. God was working on me. He was removing the blemish I had bore for so long. I kept fighting the Truth, I kept trying to ignore it, but everytime I did the truth just kept coming back. I had hidden it so long I couldn't back out now. Every fear I had ever felt about this matter came soaring to the surface, but somehow in the midst of this horrendus struggle I was no longer afraid of them. My heart was changing and I didn't even know it. God was opening up my heart, allowing me to fall into His open arms.
In the middle of this battle, the minister continued his sermon and everything he was saying to me just echoed everything God was saying to me. It hurt. Oh, my goodness it hurt so bad. I felt as if my heart would rip from my chest. I was so grieved. I felt like it was beaten. I was disgusted with myself, with the truth I was so sorry, so enveloped in guilt. I could barely breathe and the tears flowed even though no one around me had noticed. They were ingulfed in the message and were completely oblivious to the spiritual battle raging inside of me.
I kept telling myself it just wasn't true. It couldn't be true, not me. It didn't happen to me. It's just something I made up. It didn't really happen! It couldn't have! But with every denial I knew deep down I was lieing to myself, then God ask me a question. It was THE question, the now or never question.
He asked me, "Is this worth the pain? I can take it away. Either you can come to me now, or go back to the misery and agony that you once were in."
In my heart and my mind I knew whatever my answer was would be forever. This had been the farthest this ugly truth had every managed to surface, and I knew if I put it back down I would never let it come back up again. I was given a choice and a chance in the moment to finally be free from it. To allow God to be with me even if all my fears came true. To allow him to carry me through and be with him again. I didn't know what to do...I sat there in all my state with a choice before me. I sat there, and I began to decide.
I held my hands folded infront of me in my lap, and then the speaker asked us all a question. If we were willing to stand for God, in every aspect of our lives. As he went on in his explanation, it felt like the final stab at my heart was complete. I'm not sure if it was for good or bad, but that one shock awoke me. It pressed upon me the importance of my decison. I began to weep. In front of everyone. I was so incredibly broken, and I didn't care if anyone else saw. I was so incredibly broken. I silently prayed without realizing it, but if this moment of vulnerability could be used to glorify the Lord then so be it! The speaker kept asking us. He kept repeating the question, and he said I don't want you to stand for the person next to you or for your friends or even because your known to be the "goody two-shoes". No! This is between you and God, and I don't want you to stand unless you absolutely mean it.
The speaker's question and God's question to me were infused. I heard God ask me, "Will you stand for me and allow me to make you into who I want you to be, or will you stay seated and defeated?" I began to argue with myself saying, if you do this you have to tell your parents. It's one or the other. If you keep it to yourself you stay seated and no one ever knows, but IF YOU STAND you have to tell them! It was now or never. I was crying so hard, but I don't think my best friend who was sitting next to me had quite noticed. With every second that passed it felt like a life time. My entire body was screaming to stand to finally let this all be done with, but my heart and my mind continued to wrestle. People around me began to notice me crying, but I didn't care. I kept telling myself I won't stand for them! I WON'T STAND FOR THEM! IF I DO IT WILL BE FOR ME!!! With every second I wished for him to be done with this question so I wouldn't have to stand, but then He said, "If you want to do this and stand for God every day and in every part of your life, stand for Him NOW!"
There was an awkward pause, and everyone began looking around to see who would stand. My group of friends are the "goody two-shoes" and everyone expected us to stand. My friend Anastasia, a boy named Logan, and few others stood one by one. People all over the auditorium began to notice my tears. It was the moment now or never. As my friends looked back and noticed my tears, she beckoned me to stand, but I remember she looked so sad, and she said, "Naomi" with her motioning hand, but I didn't look her. I was making my decision. I said to myself, "If I stand it's not for her. If I stand it will be for the LORD!"
I don't know how long it took me to make my decision, but I remember it felt like I was standing at the edge of a cliff, and I jumped!
When I stood, in that one glorious moment it felt like my heart had burst with joy! I cried bitterly happy tears. I couldn't talk, and I stood with the whole world watching. It was a wonderful moment and it felt like an important turning point in my life. I was completely different than the pathetic miserable defeated person I was literally just 1 second ago. I was standing for the Lord, and all the questions I had were gone. I had stood, and I prepared myself for what I had to tell my parents that night.

Since that moment God has not only called me to him, but has filled me with a glorious joy that defies description, and a strength that has brought me through the worst days and nights of my life.

A few weeks after this incredible moment of deliverance in my life, I was invited to a thing called "Breaking Free" at what is now my church. I had been invited for a few years, but I never had a chance to go. I aske my mom at short notice, but somehow we made it work and even though I showed up late my mom was really supportive. A little over a month, even before that wonderful moment, I had been looking for a church, and I had even thought about this one. But upon going to it one night I absolutely despised it and gave it possible the worst review ever, and now I can't believe I felt that way. Anyway, as the weeked went on I enjoyed the worship and the sermons, but again the last sermon by a man named Chris Brooks really spoke to me. He said if you hear the voice of God calling you listen to it and obey. Don't wait! Don't ask for your friends permission, don't wait on your parents, don't try to make yourself ready for him, don't delay! ANSWER HIM! He is calling you! The more time I spent with these people the more I felt called to join this church, and believe me it wasn't me who just thought oh I think I'll join cause I like these people, because as I said earlier I didn't really like them. It just seemed the more time I was around them, it felt like God was calling me to make this my church home. Like He had prepared me to come here.
The whole theme of the weekend was "Recalled"! Everything was lining up, God had definetly set things in motion exactly how He did whenever He sent me to my school. It was amazing! I knew that this was what He wanted to do, but when my mom picked me up after the weekend was over and I told her, "I think God wants me to join the church", she made up all these excuses about her being to tired during the week and how would I get there on wednesdays...etc. It felt like a knife had been stuck in my chest, because all I could think was, "This is my spiritual well-being my eternity here, and all you can say is your to tired to bring me?" I was beyond hurt, but I knew it would be hard for her and I accepted what she said. I had every intention of listening to what she said. After a few hours of rest, she took me back to the church for breaking free recap. It's a time when we can get up there and share our stories. I met this one woman on the way in to the little session, and she asked me about my weekend and how I liked it. She asked me if I was joining the church, and now that I think about it, it was a very odd question to ask, because others were asking if we were members or if we were here with someone not if we were joining the church, anyhoo. I told her that I had thought about it, but I didn't think so. I don't remember what she said, but it was very sweet sounding. I sat next to the girls I had met that weekend, and as the last spot was offered to the audience the girl next to me Kylee elbowed me to go tell some of the stories I had joked about all weekend. I asked her three times if she wanted me to do it, and she said yes. So I got up and took the mike and did it. I was so nervous I was shaking, but I went up there with a huge smile on my face and told the stories and everyone laughed. I think one more "act" went up and shared their stories, and then we all went into the big worship center for Sunday night worship and sermon. At the end the pastor thanked all of us who attended and simply stated that during the invitation if we wanted to make this our church home to come and do so, and that we'd be happy to have you. Suddenly, I felt that calling again, and eventhough I knew what my mother had told me I couldn't say no to the Lord. I walked up with trembling hands and joined the church. I don't remember if it was that woman I talked to or someone else, but I remember when they took me to the new members room where they took my picture and put me in their database and took all my information. All I could think was how am I going to explain this to my father. I thought he'd be the one to have a long explanation with and I thought my mom would be supportive because I had talked to her about it.
After all this was complete and J.J. came and said hi and welcomed me to the youth (he's the youth minister), as I was leaving the woman I had met earlier said she was so happy to see me join the church and that after she saw me on stage she had told J.J. that "We need her in this church". I hugged her and smiled and laughed, and walked back into that service as it was ending. I was so happy although my compadres weren't jumping for joy like I was at the time. I kept thinking how am I going to explain this to my dad. I don't remember all that happened between getting my stuff and meeting my ride outside, but I do remember feeling a little anxious as my DAD drove up and not my mother.
I got into the car and immediately blurted out that I'd joined the church. Surprisingly enough he was really supporitive, proud infact. He said he was glad that I had come to this decision on my own and that he knew that one day I would have to decide for myself to follow the Lord, but he kinda wished I had said something to him before hand. He was pretty chill about it, and I thought oh thank goodness I'm home free. All I have to do is tell my mom and I "knew" she'd be happy for me.
So you can imagine my surprise when I got home and told her her reaction wasn't joy or even contemplative. She was OUTRAGED! I've never seen her that furious and that passionate about something in my entire life.
I told her, "I joined the church".
She looked at me with a wild crazy look in her eye with almost rage, and said, "No you didn't! You can't".
I looked at her confused.
"Yes, I did....what do you mean I can't"?
"You can't, because your a member at calvary (my old church). You can't just leave. You have to ask for your membership to be transfered and you have to have recommendations....etc."
She went on for a while, and I was in complete shock! I had no idea all the politics involved in moving churches. Like some you churches requir like a recomendation, and a written paper on what kind of member you are and records of your baptism and if they don't have it you have to be baptized again, and others can reject your membership. It doesn't make sense. Since when does my spiritual nourishment come with restrictions?
I was so heart broken. My mom refused to believe it. She kept telling me," No your not a member! We have to give our consent. Your underage!" and all sort of stuff like that.
I told her, "They took my picture got my info and now I am a member."
She told me to go to my room, and when she called me down to supper she wouldn't even look at me.
You'd think my own mom would at least talk to me. My dad was okay with it, and I had expected her to understand and even be happy for me, and I was completely blindsided by this intense hatred. After I told them about the weekend they BOTH got mad at me for what Chris Brooks said. I remember they were mad at me, and then we just didn't talk about it anymore. I couldn't even ask my mom about taking me. I didn't go that first week. I had to ask about specific times and when everything was over and all sorts of stuff before she even thought about letting me. Week after week I had to wait after school before church started all alone just to be able to go. I couldn't be picked up cause my dad had work, and my mom didn't get off early enough to take me home to change. So I brought clothes and changed every wednesday. I hid out in the bathroom because technically the extended care couldn't let me out without someone signing me out. So I snuck away during the transition between study hall and extended care. I was so happy to be going to spend time with the Lord that I didn't even care how long I had to stay. The way my church works we have Bible study at 6:00pm to 6:30pm and then Lift(worship and service) from 7:00-8:05pm. For almost 3 months I was only allowed to go to Bible study, and I kept begging my mother to let me go to Lift. My old church only went to 7:30, so she wasn't exactly excited about it.
I remember every week I would be so happy so joyous walking out of church and as soon as I saw my mom she would yell at me about everything! She was so angry! Every week I would cry, and her anger didn't just last one night, no it lasted the end of the week. She would laugh she wouldn't smile or do anything happy when she saw me. It would take me 3 days to get her to talk to me instead of yelling at me, and by the time I did I had to bring up going to church again. It literally took me 2 days every week to convince her to let me go. So that's 5 days a week where she was just constantly mad. I was so sad and miserable when I was around her, but every week I'd still ask her because that one half hour with that fellowship was worth all that pain and loneliness. Eventhough I was spiritually starving week in and week out and eventhough it took a lot of strength out of me to get to and from that spiritual meal I still fought for it. My mother finally allowed me to go to Lift near the end of the school year, but the summer was coming. Although I was happy to be out of school, i was getting weary. I was tired of being spiritually whipped every week, and I'm sad to say I didn't press the issue in the summer. Eventhough I had the worst day of my life at that point on my 16th birthday. My father shoved me. I had "mouthed off" and he shoved me. I was so scared when he did that and my mom didn't even care. I remember when I walked out of the computer room crying she looked at me like I deserved it. I went upstairs and cried my eyes out. I didn't eat for a few days, and I was so sad. (but a few weeks later my friend faith threw me a Surprise Birthday Party and it was the best day of my life so far. I was so happy to see them, and to feel their love for me. No one had ever done anything like that for me before, and it couldn't have come at a better time.)
The "abuse" from my mom continued over the weeks, and I'm sad to say I didn't take it well. I started becoming "rebelious" in my parents eyes. The hardest day of my life(in that point of my life) came when I "lied" to my dad. I'll post that story. I can't relive it again. It's called "HOLD MY HEART". It'll be the next post.
After that was relenquished by the wondorous power of God, my life continued. My mom wasn't as mad with me. She still hated me going, but she wasn't as mean about it. I could actually go to church and not go to bed that night crying. I started asking her to let me go to church on Sunday. I couldn't believe it had almost been a year since my turning point. She let me go after a lot of begging. I only got to go to sunday school, but it was worth it. I didn't go for a few weeks after that, but then I started going on a regular basis. In the middle of basketball season, the worst night of my life to this date occurred. Three of the hardest days of my life happened in the course of the same year. They were even worse than the day I tried to commit scuicide or the days I can't even speak of. That's how monumental this day was in my life, and my parents don't even know it.
It was the day my father kicked me out of the house. I remember his exact words..."GET OUT OF MY HOUSE I'M THROUGH WITH YOU! I'M DONE! PACK YOUR THINGS CAUSE YOU AIN'T EVER COMING BACK!"
He kept repeating I'm through with you, I'm through with you. All because he woke we up out of a dead sleep, and told me to get ready we're going to grandma's and I answered him with I have pre-cal homework. I was just trying to let him know I had homework, and I had to yell because he was making so much noise. I remember pleading my case, because of the strange events surrounding the weekend. Usually I do all of my homework on Friday, but we had a late game that night, and then my mom took me to the reservation to pick up some checks, which is over two hours away, and then we visited her family up there. So I didn't have time that Friday or Saturday, and I had planned on doing it on Sunday, but my grandma lives over 4 hours away and I had a LOT of pre-cal to do. I remember after I explained to him I asked him, "can i stay?"
It was dead silent. I could hear the tv down stairs he was so quiet, and then that's when he exploded.
He said, "You have defied me for the LAST TIME. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!! I'M THROUGH WITH YOU!!! I'M DONE!!! GET OUT!!! PACK YOUR THINGS AND GET OUT!!!"...and he continued like that for what seemed like forever. I couldn't breathe, it felt like my heart had skipped a beat. It was like everything stopped. Then I heard the most horrible blood curdling ear peircing wail, right after I heard my father say "I'M DONE!!" It took me a few moments to realize it was me. I was screaming my head off and my lungs out, tears flowed like a literal waterfall down my face, but I felt nothing. My body was responding, but it was like I was on the outside looking in. It was the wreirdest experience of my life. As my wails finally calmed down to horrible sobs, I grabbed my cell phone and texted my friend Anastasia and my youth minister J.J. It was a Sunday in the middle of the afternoon, and both probably hadn't been expecting anything like this. I remember typing to both of them, "My dad just kicked me out I don't know what to do...what do I do?"
My heart was shattered and my hands trembled as i typed. Anastasia, texted me and said, "Your not kidding are you?"
and J.J. asked if I had a place to stay, and what I was doing. I was so scared. I got a small orange bag that read "corner child care", and filled it with my journal, a picture of my basketball team, a medal I had gotten for "best shooter" at a basketbal camp, some female toiletrees I had in my room and my Bible, and I faced the door. I was ready to leave my room and face the horrible fight raging between my parents down stairs. Their screams were so loud, and I remeber thing and praying to the Lord in my room, "I don't want them anymore! They're yours! I don't want them!" I walked down stairs hoping my parents didn't noticed, and I remember wished that they had gone into their bedroom so I could slip away without them noticing. I went into the bathroom and got my toothpaste and toothbrush, deodorant and prepared for the hardest walk of my life to the door. I remember as I was packing in my room and even then how what had been mine just a few minutes before was no longer mine. I remember having to decided in one moment what was important and what was irrelevant. The most precious thing I owned was my Bible and the necklace my Coach had given me that read "Courage". I clutched it now, as I prepared to leave, and i left the hallway with my head down and began to walk towards my parents fighting in the kitchen. My father looked at me as my mom yelled back at him to not do this. I felt so weak and bruised standing in front of them. I just wanted to leave. I felt unwanted and I didn't want to be there. My mom said, "Look at your daughter". I don't remember what my father said, but it was something along the lines of "what daughter? she doesn't treat me like her father...".I walked by him as I tried to leave and he yelled something like, "She wouldn't leave if she didn't want to."
I turned back and said, "I'm leaving because you told me too".
He gave me some crap about I don't really want you to leave, baby. I wanted to vomit when he said that. I was disgusted with my mother too, because they were so incredibly two-faced, and eventhough everything they were so oblivious to doing to me over the last year I didn't want to destroy their marraige. I didn't want to leave, but I couldn't be their burden anymore. I had told the Lord in my room, "You said, you'd never leave me nor forsake me, and that I shouldn't worry because you'd provide food and clothing and everything I'd need. Well, I'm getting ready to collect and i'm going to need a LOT of help to get through this, but I know you'll be there."
As I stood infront of my parents and slowly made my way to the door, i just wanted to get out of this place and into the fresh air. I got as far as the front door, and opened it when my mom shut it in my face and said,"your not leaving. I'm not letting you do this. (to my father) you'll regret it later."
I pushed and shoved my mom out of the way, but she's a lot stronger than she looks and I knew if she didn't want me to leave I wasn't getting past her. I was so broken I could barely stand, and my eyes were drenched in tears that I could barely see. I felt like I was dying, like I had lost my parents. Like everything I had every known was dead and I just wanted to get out! I didn't want to be where I wasn't wanted, but my mother sat me and my father down and made us talk. He wouldn't listen to me, just kept going on with the I love you and don't want you to go, but whatever...
I told him if he didn't want me to go why did he tell me to leave? If he loved me and didn't want me to go why did he say he was through with me? He made up something about it was tough love and he was trying to wake me up, but I told him all it did was put fears into my head and heart that had plagued me all of my life. Everytime he got mad I thought he'd kick me out.
We continued to argue and debate different points, and he still wouldn't listen. My mom told him, "You're not listening to our daughter. We have a daughter in pain and she's trying to cry out for help and your not listening."
He said, "So your taking her side? Your my wife..."
I got up. I couldn't be the reason they broke up! I couldn't screw that up too. I had to leave, but my mom pleaded with my dad as she stood in my way. She sat me back down, and I started debating with my father again. How much he meant to me, that I couldn't be the reason they broke up. That I had prayed harder about that than anything else in my life. I would leave before I saw that happen, before I was the reason. I poured out my heart telling him, that I had made a promise a long time ago to NEVER run away because they deserved more than that. That I had vowed to God that I would never try and kill myself again. I told my dad without him I'd probably be dead, and it was then he finally listened. i had broken my father, and now he stood before me weeping. I couldn't believe it. I had felt through the whole argument that I was right, and I hated it. I had brought my father to his knees just by telling him the truth about how much he impacts my life. He hugged me and left me to go to his room. I went upstairs and put my things down, and my mom cooked lunched. I didn't see my father the rest of the day, and I stayed in my room for most of it.
It was over. But eventhough I never made it out the door everything changed. For the rest of the week I was numb. I couldn't feel anything. I laughed. I smiled. But I couldn't feel anything. I had cried so hard that my face bore the signs for almost three days. I went about the days carrying the weight of what had happened, and I dreaded the coming weekend alone with my parents. But as God would have it, that weekend was Breaking Free, and after the best game I've ever played i Beamount my mother drove me to Breaking Free. I met my friend Jessica and we went to the girl's house to enjoy the activities together, and that weekend as God would have it I met someone who helped to change my life and he doesn't even know it. I had seen him that first night...and again the next day. I had a funny little mix up with his name, and after the weekend I added him on facebook. As I always do I surf through the people-I-add's profiles. I saw the pictures of his huge family and him having the time of their lives. I remember when I saw them, how I felt. It was a bittersweet mixture of emotions, because I wanted that and I was sad that I didn't. That moment I saw him with his family I made a decision to be determined to work for that with my family that I wouldn't give up on them. That if I was ever kicked out again I wouldn't leave because my family deserved that much. I was determined to strive for that! He helped to change my life just by adding me on facebook, and I don't think he has any idea how much he means to me. I care about him deeply because of that moment oddly enough, and I have become quite protective of him. He is such a great person, that I found my admiration for him was overflowing in every converstation I had for almost two months. Now I feel incredibly silly for all of that, but he still means a great deal to me, and he kinda marks another turning point in my life. How weird/special is that?
Wouldn't it be amazing to be someone's turning point in life just for knowing them? Anyway...the weeks after being kicked out were hard. I even wrote an incredibly long poem called, "Is it wrong to year for heaven Lord?" on my way to basketball practice, although it was oral and I don't remember most of it. I was completley changed in that one moment. It made me realize that this world is NOT my home, and I have never felt at home here ever since. I constantly yearn for heaven, and it made me realize also how short life is. I'm 17 and I feel like i've wasted so much time. I want to fulfill my calling and love God with everything I do, and I can't thank him enough for what he's done for me my whole life and even this past year. I've never felt closer to him, and I don't think i've loved him this much ever! He is my all, my everything, my A to Z, and I hope you know him too!
The song, "Bring the Rain" is kinda my favorite song to sing during worship! It's so amazing, and I love the Lord so much.

Anyway, the whole point of this blog was to ask you to pray for me because tonight I'm going to talk to my mother about some stuff about her hatred of my church and to tell her how serious I am about following the Lord, and that I want her support. I know the price that comes with following him. It means giving my life to him. My hopes, my dreams, my family, my wants and desires, my fears, and that's what I want, but i realize that my hopes and dreams are not my own. that my parents have wanted things like that for me my whole life. So as you can imagine it's not going to be easy.

Anyway, I challenged you to Write a blog about what God has done for you. Good or bad. Trials or Triumphs. It's a wonderful thing to think about what God has done for you even if it's as small as getting a cheese dip jar open. God answers prayers no matter how small!

Beloved

I heard this song on one of the hardest days of my life. (I mentioned it before, but I haven't yet posted it.) I just wanted to share with you how special this song is to us as Christians. The Bible calls us His Bride, and this song is what I love to call the "Divine Love Song".

"Love of my Life,
Look Deep in my Eyes,
There you will find what you need.
Give me Your Life,
The Lust and The Lies
And the past you're afraid I might see
You've been running away from me

YOU'RE MY BELOVED LOVER
I'M YOURS
DEATH SHALL NOT PART US
IT'S YOU I DIED FOR
FOR BETTER OR WORSE
FOREVER WE'LL BE
MY LOVE IT UNITES US AND IT BINDS YOU TO ME
IT'S A MYSTERY

Love of my life
Look deep in my eyes
There you will find what you need

I'm the giver of life
I'll clothe you in white
My immaculate bride you will be
Come running home to me

YOU'RE MY BELOVED LOVER
I'M YOURS
DEATH SHALL NOT PART US
IT'S YOU I DIED FOR
FOR BETTER OR WORSE
FOREVER WE'LL BE MY LOVE IT UNITES US AND BINDS YOU TO ME
IT'S A MYSTERY

You've been a mistress, my wife
Chasing lovers that won't satisfy
Won't you let me make you my bride
You will drink of my lips and you'll taste new life

YOU'RE MY BELOVED LOVER
I'M YOURS
DEATH SHALL NOT PART US
IT'S YOU I DIED FOR
FOR BETTER OR WORSE FOREVER WE'LL BE
MY LOVE IT UNITES US AND IT BINDS YOU TO ME
IT'S A MYSTERY"

This song is by the band called Tenth Avenue North, and it really means a lot to me, because it one of the darkest moments of my young life it reminded me how much God loves me. I hope you hear the song, and are touched by the lyrics.

Sin

It get's on you and you can't get out. It's sticky and slimy, but somehow you keep coming back. It pulls, tugs, whispers, entices, seduces and destroys. It looks harmless. Just a little. It looks good. A little more. Before you know it your in it's tight grasp gasping for breath, but it continues to squeeze. You don't realize your choking, suffocating until it's to late. It has it's hold, and it won't give in. You look up. You see something, but before you can decipher what it is, your deadly captor blinds you. There you are, struggling, blind and dieing. When you finally realize what's going on you cry out for help. You cry out for anything and anyone, and then before you stands an blinding light. Suddenly, you aren't in the arms of the captor but the one who sets the captives free. You stand before him, and you look down at your body that was once writhing in unbelievable agony. It's perfect, spotless, smooth and sweet. Your free.