"Pray without ceasing." 1 Thessalonians 5:17
After a terrible breakup and realizing how alone I truly was here in Louisiana, I turned towards God for the first time in a long time. I started reading my scriptures and praying on an almost daily basis.
Well, a couple weeks ago, I made a deal with God. I'm not going to get into details because that part's not that important. The important thing is, God kept up his end of the deal. I can't say that I have ever really felt like my own prayers had been answered, but this time they were. So far, I've kept up my end of the deal. It isn't easy, but I figured God showed me how much He loves me, the least I could do was show Him how much I love Him.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Just simply lost...
I seem to find myself in a state of confusion more often then not. I don't know where I'm going, not really sure where I'm coming from. I'm just simply trying to make it through life right now. It's a crazy, hectic and messed up world I love in, but I'm going to try really hard to make the best of it.
Several years ago, I befriended an amazing woman named Celeste. One of the first things we ever did as friends was celebrate my 22nd birthday together. She gave me a journal. If I'm not mistaken, she writes in journals often, or at least used to. I tried, over and over again. But I just couldn't seem to stay focused long enough to write out the happenings in my life. Though, when it comes to journaling, I tend to still think of it as those "Dear Diary..." moments from when I was a teenager. At the age of 26, I realize journaling isn't necessarily about writing what happened to you during your day, but about writing your feelings and prayers and things like that. Still, it's rough for me to do that.
I've decided to do a personal blog instead. True, it won't be as personal and intimate as the little notebook that I would keep to myself and hide under my mattress, but I figure it's a good way to start. Whether anyone reads it or not, is up to them. At least I'm getting out my feelings, right?
Several years ago, I befriended an amazing woman named Celeste. One of the first things we ever did as friends was celebrate my 22nd birthday together. She gave me a journal. If I'm not mistaken, she writes in journals often, or at least used to. I tried, over and over again. But I just couldn't seem to stay focused long enough to write out the happenings in my life. Though, when it comes to journaling, I tend to still think of it as those "Dear Diary..." moments from when I was a teenager. At the age of 26, I realize journaling isn't necessarily about writing what happened to you during your day, but about writing your feelings and prayers and things like that. Still, it's rough for me to do that.
I've decided to do a personal blog instead. True, it won't be as personal and intimate as the little notebook that I would keep to myself and hide under my mattress, but I figure it's a good way to start. Whether anyone reads it or not, is up to them. At least I'm getting out my feelings, right?
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