clean ser
yo tengo gozo ... in mi corazon. Porque Cristo me salvo.
How is it that when I set out to clean my room, it ends up being more disorganized and messy than what it was originally? because I stop. I read. I enjoy. I reminisce.
Seeing Beatrice tonight made me want to do that. I had forgotten that I was his back-up plan. I had forgotten when he fell in the back room ... I had forgotten about the Tbells ...
In my endeavor to organize my room, I came across many letters, many chats, many keepsakes. I remembered something so important:
"I believe with all my heart that what I think is very true and very real. God is real, and if there really isn't such a faith or relationship with Him, if there were no Abraham and Moses and Paul and Jesus, and all the things the Bible says about them- then I just want to think that it's true. Just let me think it. It IS real to me. Perhaps my faith is my reality, because without it, I cannot think. There are three things that last forever. One of them is faith. If I want to last, I have to have faith in THE LORD ... because without Him, I can do nothing with myself."
Then emerged a chat with Barry. It got me thinking ... really hard. He said He'd lean on me for a while. He was chasing, searching ... I remember. I remember the joy I felt. BUT THAT WASN'T it. I didn't fight. I let it drift away. I don't want to do that anymore.
There is too much at stake.
I can't put it into words.
Carrbo is right, Mexico is training grounds.
I will bring the good news BACK.
Back to the hearts of the ones whom have lost it.
How is it that when I set out to clean my room, it ends up being more disorganized and messy than what it was originally? because I stop. I read. I enjoy. I reminisce.
Seeing Beatrice tonight made me want to do that. I had forgotten that I was his back-up plan. I had forgotten when he fell in the back room ... I had forgotten about the Tbells ...
In my endeavor to organize my room, I came across many letters, many chats, many keepsakes. I remembered something so important:
"I believe with all my heart that what I think is very true and very real. God is real, and if there really isn't such a faith or relationship with Him, if there were no Abraham and Moses and Paul and Jesus, and all the things the Bible says about them- then I just want to think that it's true. Just let me think it. It IS real to me. Perhaps my faith is my reality, because without it, I cannot think. There are three things that last forever. One of them is faith. If I want to last, I have to have faith in THE LORD ... because without Him, I can do nothing with myself."
Then emerged a chat with Barry. It got me thinking ... really hard. He said He'd lean on me for a while. He was chasing, searching ... I remember. I remember the joy I felt. BUT THAT WASN'T it. I didn't fight. I let it drift away. I don't want to do that anymore.
There is too much at stake.
I can't put it into words.
Carrbo is right, Mexico is training grounds.
I will bring the good news BACK.
Back to the hearts of the ones whom have lost it.