Sharing is caring, so I care to share my life with you.
Not all at once, small doses will suffice. If I give you it all at once you'll get greedy and want more. Is it human nature to want more of a good thing? Can we not just settle in having a little taste, a little nibble?
No.
We want it all right there and then.
Good things come in small packages? Or is it good things come to those who wait?
Either way, just know I want to share my life with you. You don't have to deserve it -- when my heart is ready, it'll wonder in your direction. Until then, enjoy the sweetness of my words and rejoice in the joy of anticipation. This small good thing will come to you when you wait.
Tuesday 27 August 2013
Monday 26 August 2013
Why Do You Stay?
When I hear sermons or read the bible its difficult to know that you're talking to me... I mean why should I expect great things when I haven't put much effort into seeking you in the first place?
Grace-
You looked down on me and gave me things I didn't deserve.
Side by side you walked with me, and every time I was in church I paid more attention to the messages on my phone than the messages you were trying to give me. So when it came time to pray, I shut my eyes tight and assumed the position of the pretender- pretending like I was praying when all our conversations consisted of was "Our Heavenly Father" and "Amen", and even those were for the people around me and not really you. But what I don't understand is that you stuck even closer, and somewhere along the line I began to lean on you.
Now the prospect of you not being with me is something I don't like to think about. See my deepest fear is not that I am inadequate, though it does come in top 5, but that I let so much time slip away in this world that I slip off the path we were walking along together, thinking "ohhh but I have enough time to get back, and You know I love You anyway". Failing to recognise that though You agape'd me, I felayo'd You and even when I was adopted into the family of Christ I storge'd the body whilst I kept my eyes out for eross because I never really understood the word love in the first place. Agape love, felayo love, storge love, eross love, none of the names make a difference- when you're just trying to fill a void.
See I acknowledge my faults, and my weakness make me stronger, but if I'm never going be serious about this relationship then why do you stay?
Because you are precious and honoured in my sight. I created your in most being, I knit you together in your mothers womb. I summoned you by name and you are mine. Nothing you ever do can separate you from the love that I have for you.
Grace-
You looked down on me and gave me things I didn't deserve.
Side by side you walked with me, and every time I was in church I paid more attention to the messages on my phone than the messages you were trying to give me. So when it came time to pray, I shut my eyes tight and assumed the position of the pretender- pretending like I was praying when all our conversations consisted of was "Our Heavenly Father" and "Amen", and even those were for the people around me and not really you. But what I don't understand is that you stuck even closer, and somewhere along the line I began to lean on you.
Now the prospect of you not being with me is something I don't like to think about. See my deepest fear is not that I am inadequate, though it does come in top 5, but that I let so much time slip away in this world that I slip off the path we were walking along together, thinking "ohhh but I have enough time to get back, and You know I love You anyway". Failing to recognise that though You agape'd me, I felayo'd You and even when I was adopted into the family of Christ I storge'd the body whilst I kept my eyes out for eross because I never really understood the word love in the first place. Agape love, felayo love, storge love, eross love, none of the names make a difference- when you're just trying to fill a void.
See I acknowledge my faults, and my weakness make me stronger, but if I'm never going be serious about this relationship then why do you stay?
Because you are precious and honoured in my sight. I created your in most being, I knit you together in your mothers womb. I summoned you by name and you are mine. Nothing you ever do can separate you from the love that I have for you.
Beauty
It seems that over time the initial depiction of beauty has become distorted as women try to cONToRT their bodies to fit this worlds view. Falling to the astigmatism of the media as they choose a different size each season and deem it beautiful, failing to see that the outcome will never be on our side.
But when did the outward appearance become so important anyway, when its our personality should that sustain anything that we wish to hold in future. I mean I saw 3 beautiful young ladies today, looked like they were on their way back from church, but dressed like they were doing the walk of shame from a night out, and my soul began to cry out, to the olders. You're the role models of the young ladies of the future. If you dress down how can young ladies look up to you, if you turn around you'll see future generations lining up behind you. And as you turn back to face your reflection, is what you're reflecting a depiction of what you're expecting to see in youngers as they grow up? We should be clothed in so much strength and dignity that men would struggle to undress us with their eyes, and with the way we carry ourselves, men would struggle to defile us with their minds. Soon we would realise that the beauty we posses is found in the eyes of the Most High beholder, then man would know that the only way he would get to hold her is by confessing and being Christ-like, but that's a different topic. See the point is that charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting. It should not come from outward adornment or be merely external but rather should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight.
What better person to give you your worth than your creator?
So I decide to pull the plug on societies description and plug into what God says about me.
But when did the outward appearance become so important anyway, when its our personality should that sustain anything that we wish to hold in future. I mean I saw 3 beautiful young ladies today, looked like they were on their way back from church, but dressed like they were doing the walk of shame from a night out, and my soul began to cry out, to the olders. You're the role models of the young ladies of the future. If you dress down how can young ladies look up to you, if you turn around you'll see future generations lining up behind you. And as you turn back to face your reflection, is what you're reflecting a depiction of what you're expecting to see in youngers as they grow up? We should be clothed in so much strength and dignity that men would struggle to undress us with their eyes, and with the way we carry ourselves, men would struggle to defile us with their minds. Soon we would realise that the beauty we posses is found in the eyes of the Most High beholder, then man would know that the only way he would get to hold her is by confessing and being Christ-like, but that's a different topic. See the point is that charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting. It should not come from outward adornment or be merely external but rather should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight.
What better person to give you your worth than your creator?
So I decide to pull the plug on societies description and plug into what God says about me.
Misfit
I'm an undeniably unashamed misfit, in that I was formed to fit into His will and not this district.
And though society tells me the only way I can fit into this world is by dismissing my beliefs, conforming to the status quo, and compressing my time with God to merely 1 day a week, I chose to be a misfit.
A person whose behaviour or attitude sets them apart from others; for before I was born He set me apart knowing the plans He has for my life.
His overwhelming love raptured my heart and my life was placed steadfast in my Heavenly Fathers hands. He filled the missing pieces of my soul with his unwavering compassion and understanding, whilst clearing up all misunderstandings with the world I once was a part of that I belonged to them.
See the only way that I could be free from that world is by the shedding of the perfect blood of Jesus Christ. The most unselfish act known to mankind as He lay His life for those who simply cast him aside. And as He rose again and ascended to intercede at the Fathers right side for me, I was too busy trying to complete my puzzling life with incomplete pieces of others around me. And if that wasn't enough I was part of that people that had accepted our Grooms proposal but whilst He was smiling down on His bride - had already signed a prenupt.
Failing to submit to His will was something I was guilty of, but by adopting His innocence and drowning myself in the incense created by this new aflame fire burning inside me, I live to smell good in his presence. Passionately burying myself daily in his word and feasting on the bread that would one day be regurgitated and used to feed the empty of those who needed it, I live my life now and forever more as a misfit.
And though society tells me the only way I can fit into this world is by dismissing my beliefs, conforming to the status quo, and compressing my time with God to merely 1 day a week, I chose to be a misfit.
A person whose behaviour or attitude sets them apart from others; for before I was born He set me apart knowing the plans He has for my life.
His overwhelming love raptured my heart and my life was placed steadfast in my Heavenly Fathers hands. He filled the missing pieces of my soul with his unwavering compassion and understanding, whilst clearing up all misunderstandings with the world I once was a part of that I belonged to them.
See the only way that I could be free from that world is by the shedding of the perfect blood of Jesus Christ. The most unselfish act known to mankind as He lay His life for those who simply cast him aside. And as He rose again and ascended to intercede at the Fathers right side for me, I was too busy trying to complete my puzzling life with incomplete pieces of others around me. And if that wasn't enough I was part of that people that had accepted our Grooms proposal but whilst He was smiling down on His bride - had already signed a prenupt.
Failing to submit to His will was something I was guilty of, but by adopting His innocence and drowning myself in the incense created by this new aflame fire burning inside me, I live to smell good in his presence. Passionately burying myself daily in his word and feasting on the bread that would one day be regurgitated and used to feed the empty of those who needed it, I live my life now and forever more as a misfit.
Beautiful Mind
I like your mind. I like the way your mind thinks. I like your type of mind. Its free. Able to say what you want when you want without thinking about the way the world around you would respond. But that's also the problem with your type of mind. You don't think about the way what comes out of your mind hurts me, or hurts others. You don't think about the way your mind will make her mind a dark and lonely place to be. You don't think about how your mind could make her mind build that wall for future minds, for a future her and him. But still, I like your mind.
Then there's your mind, forced to think about her mind, scared because of the way her lips might react to the way your mind thought or the way your feet walked. Your mind keeps thinking about his mind. Keeps thinking about how you were safe in your own mind to just be free in what you thought. You wanted to share your mind with her, but the second you wanted to share your mind with hers it grew into something else, something ugly, something farthest from the pure idea you had in your mind in the first place. Isn't it funny how minds think. How minds affect lives. How the things we make our minds think, grow into something else because we think too much. We put too much emphasis on other peoples minds, other peoples lives. You should just mind your own.
Have you seen her beautiful mind. I haven't seen it in a while mind you. Have you seen what's become of it? From where I'm standing its her own worst enemy, from where I'm standing her mind has ruined everything good and innocent about your motives. When? Why? Till when? With who? There just questions but her mind doesn't accept the answers, her mind isn't open to the idea of you having an innocent mind, an innocent motive, because of his mind. You know, the mind before you, the mind who made her mind be her worst enemy, the mind who took away the freedom she had to make her own decisions without second guessing herself. The mind who built the wall, so that no mind, could come in, including yours. The mind that didn't care about what her mind would think when he filled his mind with thoughts of the mind next door. The mind that took her beautiful mind. But I'm just a mind right, so I should just mind my own.
Then there's your mind, forced to think about her mind, scared because of the way her lips might react to the way your mind thought or the way your feet walked. Your mind keeps thinking about his mind. Keeps thinking about how you were safe in your own mind to just be free in what you thought. You wanted to share your mind with her, but the second you wanted to share your mind with hers it grew into something else, something ugly, something farthest from the pure idea you had in your mind in the first place. Isn't it funny how minds think. How minds affect lives. How the things we make our minds think, grow into something else because we think too much. We put too much emphasis on other peoples minds, other peoples lives. You should just mind your own.
Have you seen her beautiful mind. I haven't seen it in a while mind you. Have you seen what's become of it? From where I'm standing its her own worst enemy, from where I'm standing her mind has ruined everything good and innocent about your motives. When? Why? Till when? With who? There just questions but her mind doesn't accept the answers, her mind isn't open to the idea of you having an innocent mind, an innocent motive, because of his mind. You know, the mind before you, the mind who made her mind be her worst enemy, the mind who took away the freedom she had to make her own decisions without second guessing herself. The mind who built the wall, so that no mind, could come in, including yours. The mind that didn't care about what her mind would think when he filled his mind with thoughts of the mind next door. The mind that took her beautiful mind. But I'm just a mind right, so I should just mind my own.
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