Owwww!
Romans 6:23
"For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Jesus Christ, our Lord."
In my Bible, the word gift is also described as free. It makes a good point. The gift of salvation is free. We just have to take it. God is holding it out to us, but until we take the gift and use it, we will go to hell. Everyone deserves hell. But God loves us so much that He sent His Son to die for us, so that we could have a chance to be with our Lord and Savior in heaven. Heaven and hell are always going to be there. You automatically get hell, but you have to CHOOSE heaven. For myself, it is a great feeling to know that I AM going to heaven when I die. It just gives you reassuring and warm fuzzy feeling. I'm going to see my Savior some day. And let me tell you, I can't wait. With all of the perversion going on in this world, I would love to get outa here. I told my mom the other day that I used to be scared to go to heaven when I was little. But now, the world has just gotten so dirty and wrong and immoral that I can't think of a better place to be. Worshiping and praising His name forever. Wow...
Hey, I actually got up on time today. I fought the urge to go back to sleep, which I haven't been sucessful with the past couple days. Research Paper, due tomorrow, so you won't hear anymore of it. Thank goodness. I'm happy too. I had an eye appointment today. My right eye is really messed up and has gotten worse. My left one isn't too bad, but still needs to be updated. I got new contacts. The kind that you can leave in for 30 days... straight! Like, sleep in them and everything. I still have them in right now, which with my other pair, was never going to happen. I feel like I just put them in. These help oxygen get to your eyes. It's pretty cool. Tonight's the first trial of if they work or not. I'm hoping they do. It's gonna be so cool waking up for once and being able to see everything clear the minute I open my eyes. Not such a big deal to you people with perfect sight, but you should not take advantage of it. Be glad. I always wished I could have glasses when I was little; now I dread it. Grr. I seem to wish bad things on myself. I wanted a broken arm too, and the next week... I got one. Yea, brilliant.
NHS orientation tonight. I'm kinda nervous about the whole thing. I don't know why. But I didn't wanna have anything to do with it before, but now that I think about it, I kinda wanna do it. Not to look good on my college application, but for myself. I don't exactly have the "servant" reputation, but I think that I could really surprise myself and be good at it. It would be a great start. I'm not gonna be crushed if I don't make it, but it would be pretty awesome. March 10, work day at 6:45 AM!!!!!! Unbelieveable. That means I have to wake up even EARLIER than I normally do. And normally is pretty early. I guess you have to do what you have to do.
I have come to a conclusion: After you get done doing hard exercise, it feels so good. However, while you're doing it, you just wanna die and quit. Me and Ashley talked about this on the way home. Volleyball doesn't take much outa you, so we were both pretty outa shape. I need this tho. It feels so good to sweat like I did the past couple days, knowing that I am working myself. All in all, it's hard to tell yourself that it is good when you are in pain and can hardly breath. And for that matter, after you're done exercising, you get so tight and hurt so bad that it's still hard to think it was good. I think I need a chiropractor. My hips are still hurting...
You know you're tired and need sleep when your eyes burn from holding them open...
G'nite!
"For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Jesus Christ, our Lord."
In my Bible, the word gift is also described as free. It makes a good point. The gift of salvation is free. We just have to take it. God is holding it out to us, but until we take the gift and use it, we will go to hell. Everyone deserves hell. But God loves us so much that He sent His Son to die for us, so that we could have a chance to be with our Lord and Savior in heaven. Heaven and hell are always going to be there. You automatically get hell, but you have to CHOOSE heaven. For myself, it is a great feeling to know that I AM going to heaven when I die. It just gives you reassuring and warm fuzzy feeling. I'm going to see my Savior some day. And let me tell you, I can't wait. With all of the perversion going on in this world, I would love to get outa here. I told my mom the other day that I used to be scared to go to heaven when I was little. But now, the world has just gotten so dirty and wrong and immoral that I can't think of a better place to be. Worshiping and praising His name forever. Wow...
Hey, I actually got up on time today. I fought the urge to go back to sleep, which I haven't been sucessful with the past couple days. Research Paper, due tomorrow, so you won't hear anymore of it. Thank goodness. I'm happy too. I had an eye appointment today. My right eye is really messed up and has gotten worse. My left one isn't too bad, but still needs to be updated. I got new contacts. The kind that you can leave in for 30 days... straight! Like, sleep in them and everything. I still have them in right now, which with my other pair, was never going to happen. I feel like I just put them in. These help oxygen get to your eyes. It's pretty cool. Tonight's the first trial of if they work or not. I'm hoping they do. It's gonna be so cool waking up for once and being able to see everything clear the minute I open my eyes. Not such a big deal to you people with perfect sight, but you should not take advantage of it. Be glad. I always wished I could have glasses when I was little; now I dread it. Grr. I seem to wish bad things on myself. I wanted a broken arm too, and the next week... I got one. Yea, brilliant.
NHS orientation tonight. I'm kinda nervous about the whole thing. I don't know why. But I didn't wanna have anything to do with it before, but now that I think about it, I kinda wanna do it. Not to look good on my college application, but for myself. I don't exactly have the "servant" reputation, but I think that I could really surprise myself and be good at it. It would be a great start. I'm not gonna be crushed if I don't make it, but it would be pretty awesome. March 10, work day at 6:45 AM!!!!!! Unbelieveable. That means I have to wake up even EARLIER than I normally do. And normally is pretty early. I guess you have to do what you have to do.
I have come to a conclusion: After you get done doing hard exercise, it feels so good. However, while you're doing it, you just wanna die and quit. Me and Ashley talked about this on the way home. Volleyball doesn't take much outa you, so we were both pretty outa shape. I need this tho. It feels so good to sweat like I did the past couple days, knowing that I am working myself. All in all, it's hard to tell yourself that it is good when you are in pain and can hardly breath. And for that matter, after you're done exercising, you get so tight and hurt so bad that it's still hard to think it was good. I think I need a chiropractor. My hips are still hurting...
You know you're tired and need sleep when your eyes burn from holding them open...
G'nite!