i gotta say, things once hated or distrusted have such a powerful impact once you give it a second chance. the impact is like BOOOM rather than a "yay" that you get when u do something u knew u would like.
i gotta say.. im a little bit frustrated with the way things are at times. and certain situations could be changed by a little bit of feet stomping and speaking up. and at times i dont know why good things have to be taken away because they are not bad things. then i read something so true...
"When God alters a man by regeneration, the characteristic of the life to begin with is that it is maimed. There are a hundred and one things you dare not do, things that to you and in the eyes of the world that knows you are as your right hand and your eye, and the unspiritual person says- Whatever is wrong in that? How absurd you are! There never has been a saint yet who did not have to live a maimed life to start with. But it is better to enter into life maimed and lovely in God's sight than to be lovely in man's sight and lame in God's. In the beginning Jesus Christ by His Spirit has to check you from doing a great many things that may be perfectly right for everyone else but not right for you. See that you do not use your limitations to criticize someone else.
It is a maimed life to begin with, but in v. 48 Jesus gives the picture of a perfectly full-orbed life- 'Ye shall be perfect, as your heavenly Father is perfect"
Oswald Chambers
how amazing is that! and it is so true.. esp because i really am just "entering" this life... since im like a tadpole christian.
this past month... and esp these past 2 weeks have been such precious gifts from above (tho everyday really is).. but anyway... picture worthy moments were spent with my lovely family... so i should really update... once i motivate myself to update my fb picture stuff. or perhaps ill just put it here. but seems its more fun when shared with more.
'Let others speak of her shame I speak of my own.'
O Germany, pale mother! How soiled you are As you sit among the peoples. You flaunt yourself Among the besmirched.
The poorest of your sons Lies struck down. When his hunger was great. Your other sons Raised their hands against him. This is notorious.
With their hands thus raised, Raised against their brother, They march insolently around you And laugh in your face. This is well known.
In your house Lies are roared aloud. But the truth Must be silent. Is it so?
Why do the oppressors praise you everywhere, The oppressed accuse you? The plundered Point to you with their fingers, but The plunderer praises the system That was invented in your house!
Whereupon everyone sees you Hiding the hem of your mantle which is bloody With the blood Of your best sons.
Hearing the harangues which echo from your house, men laugh. But whoever sees you reaches for a knife As at the approach of a robber.
O Germany, pale mother! How have your sons arrayed you That you sit among the peoples A thing of scorn and fear!
