Has your heart ever whisperd something to you... Has your soul ever given you a gentle touch. Have you ever felt something so soft that everything in your life quickly fades away... Have you ever felt those soft things but in reality they feel as if the entire universe is screaming at the same time. The voice getting louder and louder until you cannot hear anything other than that particular sound. Have you ever tried to ignore those things and feel as if your heart is going to burst at the seams. I feel as if this tiny whisper inside of my heart is going to drown out everything else in my life.

happiness will do things to you. it will make you worry about things that aren't even there. it will make you find problems to worry about just from the thought of losing that happiness. you will become consumed with worrying about losing a happiness that you start rocking the boat even when you don't need to. and after it's all said and done you find yourself writing a blog about worrying for worries sake.

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What do you do when its to hard... what is the right thing to do when you feel as if you cant do it anymore... What do you say to yourself when your fingers start slipping and the tears in your eyes are starting slide down your face... You cry not becuase of the fact that your falling, but more so the fact that you cant hold on. How dare you sit there and whine how you cant hold on any longer... That the simple little tasks that god has given you are just a little much. How dare you sit there and say that you cant do it any longer. God, I dont know what to say to you other than help. I dont know what to say more than I need you. I can sit down and tell you that my life is empty and I need your love. I need you to hold me close. I can say those things and still the enemy keeps breaking through the doors, keeps tearing down my walls. When do you come in... When do you help... Am I not asking at the right time, am I not listening when I should be... please tell me what I need to be doing, please tell me the right way so I can move on from this season in my life where my mind, my eyes, my heart is controlled by something that will blaken my heart... Show me what to do, take my hands, take my heart, make me yours...

Will I fall, Will I follow or will I fall. Does life ever seem to come down to something as simple as good or bad. Seasons of my life have proven to be strong, seasons of my life have also proven to be weak, but inside of those seasons you cannot assume that the strength will be all seasons long, or the weakness to be an everyday thing. Here I stand hoping that my seasons will remain strong even if the strength has failed a time or two. Extreme changes usually mean extreme.... This is all BS, something happens in your life and you try your hardest to make some poetic attempt to make sense of it all. Some journal, some blog, some pray, and some talk to friends about the moments that are taking their breath away. We sit and wait for some grand entrance of a feeling hoping that even if we screw up the poetic justice at the end of the day will revile itself by justifying why you just did what you did, or how you can become stronger because of the slip you have just made. I screw up in my life, I wont deny it, i screw up knowing that what I am about to do is so screwy that even I should be able to look at it with strenght and say no. Dear God, how was i supposed to know other than the fact that you told me so that I would be tested in ways that I had never before expected. But yet in the end I have always expected which pit I should fall in. This IS STILL BS. GOD, I am sorry, I am sorry for the crap that happens, more importantly I am sorry for the crap that I do, the crap that I know you don't appreciate and I know that I am not honoring you with my life. Here I am, all BS aside. I have fallen and I have failed. Save me now, because the path that you have put me on feels so right. Help me to follow this road... Help me.... Help me

Could you look down on me and ask me to do the thing that you know will stretch my strengths. Could you look me in the eye and ask me to run further than I have ever run knowing that I will loose my breath. Could you look at me and ask me to be more than I have ever been to only show me more than I have ever seen. Could you be looking at me right now asking me to be more than I am to show me the life that you have made for me. Shall I stand here, shall I run and hide, shall I follow your light, shall I follow....

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Being a Christian is not being perfect.... but accepting that you're not.

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