coincidental, it's monumental, a song with words called instrumental...
this is a serious post.
i'm not even going to capitalize because it's so serious.
i'm so soul sick. everytime i go to mexico for a mission trip, i change. i take back a piece of the family with me, and i still remember them today. but this year? i dunno. something was different.
i don't want you to think bad of me.
i consider myself a religious person. but after that 'summer high' that everybody gets from church camps, vbs, etc., i usually drift. and by drift, i mean i just go about my way, eventually forgetting to depend on God. i feel like i've been putting up a face, a face that wasn't really telling the truth.
yes, i'm still a christian.
just not a good one. God grabbed my heart on this trip and still hasn't let go. and i'm not 100% comfortable with it. i am so sick of this lifestyle of wishy-washyness. don't get me wrong. i don't go out and drink and party and do ecstasy until i'm in the er. but i also don't pray a whole lot, or read my bible regularly.
you're probably thinking i'm a snob.
maybe you're right.
i need some help. hopefully i'll realize just how God is trying to use me. i hope so. this feeling of desperation is no bueno.
will you still love me?
i'm not even going to capitalize because it's so serious.
i'm so soul sick. everytime i go to mexico for a mission trip, i change. i take back a piece of the family with me, and i still remember them today. but this year? i dunno. something was different.
i don't want you to think bad of me.
i consider myself a religious person. but after that 'summer high' that everybody gets from church camps, vbs, etc., i usually drift. and by drift, i mean i just go about my way, eventually forgetting to depend on God. i feel like i've been putting up a face, a face that wasn't really telling the truth.
yes, i'm still a christian.
just not a good one. God grabbed my heart on this trip and still hasn't let go. and i'm not 100% comfortable with it. i am so sick of this lifestyle of wishy-washyness. don't get me wrong. i don't go out and drink and party and do ecstasy until i'm in the er. but i also don't pray a whole lot, or read my bible regularly.
you're probably thinking i'm a snob.
maybe you're right.
i need some help. hopefully i'll realize just how God is trying to use me. i hope so. this feeling of desperation is no bueno.
will you still love me?