Yawn
AYYYY
I'm soooo tired of being lazy. I was so active and remember doing 100 things in like 3 hours. Now I don't do crap. BLAH
Well, on saturday in the morning I go checked by the Holy Spirit. I was like WHOA! OK I'M SORRY I KNOW I SUCK! It was at 5 in the morning that my co-disciples, mentor and I were praying and praying and worshiping for like 2 hours. It was amazing. I mean yeah, I've had other discipleships but this one just topped it. Morning prayer is out of hand. I mean I cried and cried because I felt that daddy was telling me "Hey I'm here..yoohoo! I still love you, I just want your attention. Please come to me." That broke my heart. Like damn the creator of this world and his Son that died and resurrected is telling ME, an insignificant piece of thing, to PLEASE look at him. And he made it clear to me that it wasn't just me, it was as well to my sister disciples.
We can't forget where we came from and WHY and HOW we came to Jesus Christ. I came to him like a WRECK. Talking spiritually, I came to him face down to the floor eating from dirt. Crying out to him to save me from the life I was living. And for many years, knowing who He was, I ignored Him, and chose to live a stupid life. And yet he STILL took me in, knowing how many times I back stabbed him and spit on his face and not looking for him. He dusted the dirt of my face and caressed me. When I was depressed over STUPID junk, he took me and fulfilled me. My broken heart and wounds, yeah my savior came and healed it without leaving scars. And I love him. And he shall no longer take the back seat.
Thank you daddy, because you are the only thing that has been real to my life.
I'm soooo tired of being lazy. I was so active and remember doing 100 things in like 3 hours. Now I don't do crap. BLAH
Well, on saturday in the morning I go checked by the Holy Spirit. I was like WHOA! OK I'M SORRY I KNOW I SUCK! It was at 5 in the morning that my co-disciples, mentor and I were praying and praying and worshiping for like 2 hours. It was amazing. I mean yeah, I've had other discipleships but this one just topped it. Morning prayer is out of hand. I mean I cried and cried because I felt that daddy was telling me "Hey I'm here..yoohoo! I still love you, I just want your attention. Please come to me." That broke my heart. Like damn the creator of this world and his Son that died and resurrected is telling ME, an insignificant piece of thing, to PLEASE look at him. And he made it clear to me that it wasn't just me, it was as well to my sister disciples.
We can't forget where we came from and WHY and HOW we came to Jesus Christ. I came to him like a WRECK. Talking spiritually, I came to him face down to the floor eating from dirt. Crying out to him to save me from the life I was living. And for many years, knowing who He was, I ignored Him, and chose to live a stupid life. And yet he STILL took me in, knowing how many times I back stabbed him and spit on his face and not looking for him. He dusted the dirt of my face and caressed me. When I was depressed over STUPID junk, he took me and fulfilled me. My broken heart and wounds, yeah my savior came and healed it without leaving scars. And I love him. And he shall no longer take the back seat.
Thank you daddy, because you are the only thing that has been real to my life.