Soo... Here I am wanting to say something profound and poetic about how I feel at the deepest levels of my heart... Here I am wanting to convey the emotions that float around my life at this particular point in my life... Here I am.... Wanting to say.. God, yea your right, this is tough, this is a little on the painful side, but ya know all these random quotes that float through my head about your awesome love, all these random verses about you loving me deeply seem to be quiting the darken shadows that randomly walk through my heart... I love that you do that... I love that when I just whisper your name it seems like a warm blanket right now... Well, i havent said it today so i guess I will... you rock...

Thanks G....

Goodnight world

Thought of the day... Although everyone I know thinks I am a cocky little dude I think I am quite the opposite... But as I think about it, the mask that I wear to lead people away from who I really am (its a defense dont hate me for it) is cocky... So to sum that up my mask is cocky... Not who I really am but it is the who I am choosing to be. choosing to wear a mask allows you to avoid being who you really are... but do you choose a who that is close to you or one that is far away... I have gifts that God gave me... Gifts that I am supposed to use for good at some point in my life, and who the heck do I think I am by not honoring those gifts that I was given by my father and not share them with the world... Dont ever be afraid to show who you are... You never know, someone in your life could be in your life to see that mask come down... They could be waiting and waiting just for a glimpse of who you are... Always be real... Dont be fake... Yea the Bible actually says to people dont be fake, how awesome is that... But that comes from a guy who has always worn a mask to protect himself... In all realaity what it did was clip my wings... Ok mental note, another thing I will be working on here... Being me... I will stand up, I will speak, I will walk because I know that God gave me something and dang it im gonna use it.

My thoughts for this evening G... I am scared out of my mind about praying to you in front of everyone at youth next week. I know I am a public speaker and all but this is different than speaking. This is me, sharing my heart for you in front of other people... Not so assuring. I don't know if it scares me to think that they might not like my ideas, that they might not like my thoughts or where I stand, I don't know if its just a random uncomfortableness or if I'm just dramatic... But sure enough when i think about doing it in front of anyone its pretty terrifying. But none the less I had a thought the other day when I was talking to P. Frank.... I said that I knew with out a doubt from times that have passed when I get up there you give me the shakes to get me going and the strength to get me through. I think when I said that a feeling of amazement washed over me. No matter what you seem to always give me the strength to push through. I have not always been right there with the thank you or the you rock but deep down I always tipped my heart to you... You really do know how to give me what I need right when I need it. I wonder if that timing is to give me a sense of satisfaction while giving you the glory and praise for a job well done... I wonder if its a lesson every time to learn to lean on you... To go as far as I can go and not worry about the extra little step because I know you will be there... I wonder if you just rock that way and there really doesn't need to be an explanation... I think I like all three put together there... yea... Well lets just say you rock and leave it at that... I think I could go on and on tonight but I wont... See you in my dreams... OH YEA, thanks for the towels... I really did need them!!!

So all week this week I have been telling myself that I need to go get some small towels for work. Every morning during an event I have to wipe off the seats of the golf carts because there is always dew on them.. Every morning I have to randomly find a shirt or some type of napkin so I can wipe EIGHT carts down so you don't get soaked while driving them. I went to walmart, forgot to get towels, I went to lowes, forgot to get towels, I went to publix, forgot to get towels, I EVEN WEN TO MY HOUSE.... AND forgot to get towels. So for a week I have been saying over and over I need some freaking towels. Wouldnt you know it, God decided to make my day just a little better by having the girl at Smokin Jims insist I take some towels when I ordered some take out.... Gods great... with the big and with the small... Hes great through it all... (I know I know, I just had to rhyme...)

Running outside as he throws his phone on his bed... The rain drops from the crying sky slide down his face as he steps out into the night... He looks in his hands hoping to find some sort of comfort, some soft of truth. He looks around trying to find something that he is looking for without knowing what it is. He sees a ladder against the side of his house as he runs to it. He starts to climb up gripping his hands on the shingles that cover the roof. He pulls himself up and starts to stumble to the highest point. His feet plant and his toes grip the edges of the siding and his hands throw themselves to the air. He starts to tremble as he screams to the sky. God, he cries, where are you... Where did you go. His voice trembles as his heart starts to cry out. Oh God, I trust you with my whole heart, I trust your path and your direction but this rocky road hurts... He slides down to his knees starting to sob... He screams to the sky... Where am I supposed to go, what am I supposed to do. His limp body starts to lean forward without him noticing and as his eyes open he can see that he is starting to slide off... as his body leans forward and his balance gives in he feels a grip on his shoulder pulling him back... He feels arms sliding around his body and a voice whispering in his ear... He starts to sob a cry deeper than he had ever felt before in his life as the voice repeats in his ear, I have always been here.... I have always been right here... Trust in me through this hurt and I will hold you close, I will hold you tight for I am right here... and always have been

Here's a message that will bring you chills.

Have you ever felt the urge to pray for someone and Then just put it on a list and said, 'I'll pray for them later'?

Or has anyone ever called you and said,
'I need you to pray for me, I have this need?'

Read the following story that was sent to me and may it change the way that you may think about prayer and also the way you pray. You will be blessed by this.....

A missionary on furlough told this true story while visiting his home church in Michigan .

'While serving at a small field hospital in Africa , every two weeks I traveled by bicycle through the jungle to a nearby city for supplies. This was a journey of two days and required camping overnight at the halfway point.

On one of these journeys, I arrived in the city where I planned to collect money from a bank, purchase medicine, and supplies, and then begin my two-day journey back to the field hospital.

Upon arrival in the city, I observed two men fighting, one of whom had been seriously injured. I treated him for his injuries and at the same time talked to him about the Lord.

I then traveled two days, camping overnight, and arrived home without incident.....

Two weeks later I repeated my journey.
Upon arriving in the city, I was approached by the young man I had treated.
He told me that he had known I carried
Money and medicines.
He said, 'Some friends and I followed you in to the jungle, Knowing you would camp overnight. We planned to kill you and take your money and drugs. But just as we were about to move into your camp, We saw that you were surrounded by 26 armed guards.

At this, I laughed and said that I was
certainly all alone in that jungle campsite..
The young man pressed the point, however, and said,
'No, sir, I was not the only person to see the guards, my friends also saw them, and we all counted them.
It was because of those guards that
We were afraid and left you alone'

At this point in the sermon, one of the men in the congregation jumped to his feet and interrupted the missionary and asked if he could tell him the exact day this happened. The missionary told the congregation the date, and the man who interrupted told him this story:

'On the night of your incident in Africa ,
it was morning here and I was preparing to go play golf. I was about to putt when I felt the urge to pray for you.
In fact, the urging of the Lord was so strong, I called men in this church to meet with me here in the sanctuary to pray for you.

Would all of those men who met with me on that day stand up?' The men who had met together to pray that day stood up.. The missionary wasn't concerned with whom they were, He was too busy counting how many men he saw.

There were 26.

This story is an incredible example of how the Spirit of the Lord moves in behalf of those who love Him. If you ever feel such prodding to pray, go along with it, you don't know what it can mean to that person.

Nothing is ever hurt by prayer except the gates of hell. I encourage you to forward this to as many people as you know. If we all take it to heart, we can turn this world toward God once again.
As the above true story clearly illustrates,
'With God all things are possible'.

More importantly, how God hears and
Answers the prayers of the faithful.

After you read this, please pass it on and
Give God thanks for the beautiful gift of your faith, for the powerful gift of prayer, and for the many miracles He works in your own daily life. And then pass it on.
Who says God does not move on the earth today?

I asked the Lord to bless you as I prayed for you today.
To guide you and protect you as you go along your way.
His love is always with you, His promises are true, and when we give Him our cares you know
He will see us through.
So when the road you're traveling on seems difficult at best,
Just remember I'm here praying,
And God will do the rest.

Pass this on to those whom you want God to bless

How do you describe a feeling as small as a sigh... Something that everyone hears, something that everyone can feel when they hear, something that everyone understands without needing any words. That feeling when your body reaches its most tense point, where your body's muscles all contract and everything feels tight. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and your lips close shut, your lungs start to take in more and more air feeling as if they are going to explode and then all at once like a train releasing steam your airways open and you let slide out this small steady flow of air. Your lungs depleting and your chest caving in as it feels like with every inch of the air you release you are releasing every bad memory, every stressful feeling. Your body tingling gently as you take your first breath all over again, your fingers feeling lighter than every and your eyes slowly slide open and you look at what scene you thought you just blew away. And you sit there wondering how you could take a deep breath and right before the sigh you could just stay in that feeling... Everything melting away, everything feeling as if the world for just that brief moment floated over everything