I know that one day I will die.
I also know that I have a mission, a purpose here on earth.
I’m not going to die until God is ready for me to die. He knows the time and the place. Why would I want to go on living after I have completed whatever I am here to complete?
When it’s time for me to die, it will not be like leaving life behind, but rather like coming home, to the life I’ve never known but always loved and wanted.
Honestly, I’m kinda excited about it. And not at all in the morbid death-loving kind of way. Instead, in the “I can’t wait to finally be home!” sort of way.
:D
Jun 08, 2007, 11:21PM PDT | 0 comments
The situation is kinda sad, but completely unsolvable. It takes two people to discuss something, and her idea of discussion is punishing me.
So no discussion.
Where is forgiveness when the hurt inflicted is continuous and makes no sense and invades every orifice of your life?
This is the absolute one and only source of hate in my life, and I want to leave it behind!
Jun 08, 2007, 11:15PM PDT | 1 cheer | 0 comments
1)God
The world always seems to have some sort of glow or joy to it. Everything that happens is a new adventure, a new challenge, a new prayer, and a new relief. Nothing can keep me down for long, because God made me to praise him! I cannot describe what God has done for me, but I can tell you that he is the reason my smile never fails, the reason I love and forgive without hesitation, and the reason I have so much to give without asking for anything back.
How can I help you to know this joy? It is consuming and radiating and utterly cleansing. I am in love with it, in love with life. And that makes me eternally happy!
Jun 08, 2007, 11:12PM PDT | 1 cheer | 0 comments
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