| "The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread." -mother teresa
I have been blessed with love. Because I have, I need to be a light to others. To give people (everyone) love. Lately, I've been mentally taking notes to see if I gossip about people. And frankly, it usually happens in class, with classmates. Some one will start talking about someone and I agree with them, or chirp in and say some witty comment. What has gotten into me?!?! I hate gossip with a passion. Looking back, I feel sorry for the people who are ridiculed. I am convicted. Forgive me Lord. Ive been trying to say something positive about people when a friend says something. But sometimes my flesh is too weak at that moment that I sin. Likewise, I do not like people talking about me, so why in the hell should I ever judge/make fun of another? I don't ever want to think it is fine. cuz it isnt.
My spirit is so willing, but my flesh is so weak.
I want to love the unloved. Help me to open my heart to the unloved and not care what the majority thinks. |
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| Why do I focus on worldy matters, when eternity is just a blink away? Eternity. Sooo soon, and yet, like one ritually zoned in on how many hours a day there is, I forget why I was placed here. Forget.
Allie let me listen to Misty Edwards speech from when she was at the honor academy. I was sitting in the car, while Allie went inside Marsh to buy chicken. Recorded on the CD, Misty's voice peirced my thoughts like a double-edged sword. I am only here for but a quick smile from my grandma. She said, "Choose to love."
I must choose to love.
I want to love. Be sacrificial for the sake of humankind. Make myself less so that others are above me, like Misty said.
Make myself less. Die to self.
I need a daily reminder of this.
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| C.S. Lewis was right when he said that grief feels like fear, because it does. |
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| 4 months- this is the longest time I've gone without writing a post. I have nothing important to say other than the fact that God has been leading me to this verse lately. My soul is unrested. "Be at rest once more, O my soul; for the Lord has been good to you." Psalm 116:7 |
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| Thank you Lord for such an amazing semester, and healing me with so many things.
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