Who could see your heart and resist you? The rich blood that flows there is more pure than can be found in such a wretched place as this.
This morning felt horrible. It's so hard for me to understand why people do what they do. I can't bring myself to condemn or judge or even be truly upset about it, but somewhere I know that if I wasn't being held by THE One, True God...it would hurt, to the utmost.
I wish I could show them, to stand before them broken, and show them how God has mended me and improved me. Life isn't a bed of roses and everyone makes mistakes and has skeletons in their back pockets, but judgment is a little harsh coming from those who've known you for so long.
A friend once told me...humanity is no excuse for our sins, but it's all we have. [AM]
They confuse me...I'm not sure I understand why all of this happens or where it comes from. I don't see how they see. Is that bad? Am I merely a 'teenager who will grow out of it' or is this really me?
Four letters of the twenty-six that make up the English alphabet, each of which is abused.
I know no four letters who, together, are as abused as these.
And, oh, how many four-letter words there are in our society today.
Ask Scattegories which asks you for one depending on the bright side of the die.
A simple sentence that can stand on its own.
A peaceful, yet urgent command. Forceful, yet a whisper.
Pristine and articulate.
As simple as "go" or "come"
How can we stand idly by and ignore such an urgent and powerful command?