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I'm not as religious
as my mom thinks I am.
She teaches other kids
about our shared faith
every Sunday, with me in tow.
It's not that I don't believe
in the gods that she does.
God is supposed to
guide you and inspire you,
and teach, protect, and love you.
So I implore you:
find God in the halls of an art gallery
or in the crashing waves at the beach.
Find God at the bottom of a bottle
or on the top of a skyscraper,
the middle of a forest,
in the words of scholars
or in the cells of life itself.
Call it what you want,
but find God
in everyone
and everything.
Another day to come,
A battle new,
within your head,
To rip u apart,
Get ready with your swords,
to slay the demons again!
It's  that point of time again when thoughts take shape of demons.
we all know what goes on inside
a broken heart
like that parched lonely plant
craving for a drop of rain
do not go by the picture they present
to the eyes that see
a form that exists and will survive,
is crying out for help inside
try to listen or it will die
don't leave, don't leave oh passerby
feel, touch and heal
a broken heart
troubled families behind closed doors
before they **** themselves
and you'll wonder
what worries gnawed at the people that seemed fine
don't leave, don't leave oh passerby
pause and look for a while
the universe is your family
help and heal
these gaping wounds..
and hence you shall heal yourself.
here begins real love—
longing for you to love God
more than you love me
"We love, because He first loved us."
~ 1 John 4:19

~~~
Jesus entrusts
the most luscious of
blessings and the rarest of
secrets to the most desperate and
thirsty of souls, for He delights to place
the loveliest of wings on the lowliest of worms
"You make known to me the path of life;
    You will fill me with joy in Your presence,
    with eternal pleasures at Your right hand."
~ Psalm 16:11

"'Blessed are the poor in spirit,
   for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."'
~ Matthew 5:3

~~~
Alone and afraid.
Broken and lost.
She falls on her face
in the dust.
And then she hears His Voice.
Calling.
Calling to her.
To come and rest.
To come and trust.
She lifts up her eyes from the dust.
She whispers His name, "Jesus."
He comes to her in the dark.
He speaks to her out of a burning bush.
She wrestles with Him each night in the dark...
"I will not let You go until You bless me."
Every anchor has been removed,
that He may be the only One left.
She clings to Him in the dark.
She lets Him hold her in the storm.
Alone and afraid.
Broken and lost.
She journeys through the wilderness.
She stops fighting the wilderness.
She lifts up her face from the dust.
Her eyes behold Him,
and He holds her in His love.
In the wilderness.

Then...
He takes hold of her right hand
and says to her: "Fear not."
He journeys with her through her
wilderness.
To the other side.
Where there is a land flowing with milk and honey.
But first,
she must journey through this wilderness.
Until at last.
She has learned.
To trust.
Inspired by a dear friend's writings and encouragement.
Hatred becomes Love.
War becomes Peace.
Sorrow becomes Joy.
Despair becomes Hope.
Loss becomes Gain.
Death becomes Life.
For He is the One who trumps everything.
And turns it all around.
For His ways are not like the ways of man.
All that is evil.
All that is sorrow.
Is turned around for good.
When I turn to Him.
For He is the One who trumps everything.
And turns it all around.
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