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| if they do... Merry Christmas <3 | | |
| the most exciting thing that has happened to me is my new emo-fied haircut. the end. | | |
| Please, this Christmas, do not forget the reason for the season!
It may seem corny, but please read the lyrics to one of the songs by the band that changed my life and outlook on it. Think about what Christmas really means...not just to the world, but..to you.
I Celebrate the Day by Relient K
And with this Christmas wish is missed
The point I could convey
If only I could find the words to say
To let You know how much You’ve touched my life
Because here is where You’re finding me
In the exact same place as New Year’s eve
And from a lack of my persistency
We’re less than half as close as I want to be
And the first time that You opened Your eyes
Did You realize that You would be my Savior
And the first breath that left Your lips
Did You know that it would change this world forever
And the first time that You opened Your eyes
Did You realize that You would be my Savior
And the first breath that left Your lips
Did You know that it would change this world forever
And so this Christmas I’ll compare
The things I felt in prior years
To what this midnight made so clear
That You have come to meet me here
To look back and think that
This baby would one day save me
In the hope that what You did
That you were born so I might live
To look back and think that
This baby would one day save me
And the first time that You opened Your eyes
Did You realize that You would be my Savior
And the first breath that left Your lips
Did You know that it would change this world forever
And the first time that You opened Your eyes
Did You realize that You would be my Savior
And the first breath that left Your lips
Did You know that it would change this world forever
And I, I celebrate the day
That You were born to die
So I could one day pray for You to save my life
Pray for You to save my life
Pray for You to save my life.
Luke 2:9-14
And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.
And the angel said unto them, "Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.
And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger."
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men."
that is what Christmas is all about. | | |
| I'm writing in here for the first time in a while to say something I want to but I can't. Today's sermon at church really moved me, yet made me ashamed at the life I've been leading. Everywhere I turn, I'm messing. up, doing something wrong, being in the way. That's just always how it has been. My dad wants to watch TV instead of talk to me. The kids in the hallway at school pretend I am another pile of bricks blocking their way. I am tired of not being noticed and of feeling unappreciated. I'm tired. Literally, in the very sense of the word tired, that is what I am. I have two jobs that are very demanding and time consuming, have school work that I always think I'm going to fail, have to take care of this house or it won't be done or I'll get yelled at for not doing anything, have to pay for my own things. I was thrust into this awkwardness of adulthood and I want to get out or I want to get in. I cannot be in both for very much longer. My parents have always sent mixed messages about who I am and who I should be and what I should believe. I'm sick of them. I want something more, something better than what there is now. I have to be made for something better. If I wasn't, I don't know how long I can stand being in this place I am. | | |
| Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Although this poem was originally written about the Holocaust during World War II, I thought it was appropriate for such a time as this.
In memory of those who lived and died on September 11, 2001.
We love you and are grateful that you shared the earth with us. | | |
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