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5/09/2005 10:03:00 AM|||Heather|||
I love Strongbad. Heh.
And I love "Hello" for being able to take window shots AND screen shots.

Anyway. I can't be here too long because I have about five hours to teach myself the Russian language before my final at 3:30. Exciting. 'Cept not. Meh.

No parachutes or safety nets here
one foot on the water to face these fears
I'm comin out strong like I can't be wrong
I said ay, I won't fall in the middle
...Mat Kearney

Wow. Those lyrics, man. Am I REALLY all-in for Jesus? Do I have the faith of a child? To step out onto the water, trusting Him to not let me drown? I don't know. I'd like to think so. I'd like to say that in my rough times (the death of my Daddy, the transition to college [I don't deal with change well], the knowledge and progression of Mommy's disease, my own disorder, you know, the usual... heh) I was strong, that I trusted Jesus to replenish my Hope and my Peace. But did I? Did I really? No, I don't think I did. Not all the time. And that made the situation that much worse. I am now, I'm clinging to Him for my very existence (otherwise, I'm sad to say, I would have checked out of this world long ago- and THAT my friends, is a scary thought), and this leaves me with a question- why did I ever NOT cling to Him? Why did I try to convince myself that I could do it on my own? Why did I do that to myself?
|||111565099004711600|||with a kiss to the abyss and watch the ripples return...
Comments:
Well, I guess you could look at those moments where you lost track of the great JC as your greatest moments of learning? Like, those moments and experiences in which you kinda put your faith on the back burner are the ones that you look back on and think "wow, I can't believe I did THAT or even thought of doing THIS." But then you see that maybe you went through that experience without even realizing that Jesus was actually there with you, and He's the reason why you are still here and able to consciously think back and wonder why you lost track/went off the right path. Also, I feel you gain some of your greatest strength in your darkest moments, or shortly thereafter when you decide to cling back to Him. The lessons you learn in life from various experiences can also help you relate better to other people at times, and sometimes help them out if they're going through the same thing, which is a good reason why I think everything happens for a reason. In addition, God gave us free will for a reason. He watches us kinda slip away, but His love always keeps you coming back and asking "why did I think I could do this alone?"

Hopefully I didn't bunny-trail/unicorn-hop too far from the point I was trying to make.
 
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