I'll hold you dear, near. and close to my heart because. I do.
love. you. make my heart skip a beat. every time I look.
at. you. gently stir my deepest emotions.
I'll cry till rest, best. be going because I won't.
forget. you. 'll shine through my window. every sunrise. I look.
at. you. lovingly bring out the best in me.
For. ever. wonder. why things are. the way they are?
I won't. no more. doubting.
To the moon.
---- so apparently people didn't get this... the "." means that you can start the sentence over from that point and it will still make sense (at least most of it will)
example "I love. you. are crazy" would include "i love you" "you are crazy".. capishe?
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Stranger than fiction
So this movie, let me just begin by saying that it is not like anything I've ever seen.
I found myself walking out of the theater feeling good about myself and about everything that's been going on around me.
It's a simple movie, "quiet" as someone in some random forum described it to be. It is quite, but touching on so many levels.
First of all, this is the most bizarre and unusual movie I've ever seen. It truly is stranger than fiction.
There's this moment in the movie, that I'm sure was very different for all of us experiencing the film, where you just get pulled in.
I could hardly breathe when the story was unfolding.
It's a clean movie... not clean as in "rated G"... more like when you go into a restaurant and there's no smoking allowed, so the air is nice and clean and when you leave you don't reek of cigarettes smoke. Yes, clean like that. Fresh.
It was so fresh it was almost overwhelming. It's about living and enjoying and I'm not really sure what, but boy was it nice to see something like that after so many cliched movies.
I highly recommend it to anyone who wants to enjoy the process of life happening.
I found myself walking out of the theater feeling good about myself and about everything that's been going on around me.
It's a simple movie, "quiet" as someone in some random forum described it to be. It is quite, but touching on so many levels.
First of all, this is the most bizarre and unusual movie I've ever seen. It truly is stranger than fiction.
There's this moment in the movie, that I'm sure was very different for all of us experiencing the film, where you just get pulled in.
I could hardly breathe when the story was unfolding.
It's a clean movie... not clean as in "rated G"... more like when you go into a restaurant and there's no smoking allowed, so the air is nice and clean and when you leave you don't reek of cigarettes smoke. Yes, clean like that. Fresh.
It was so fresh it was almost overwhelming. It's about living and enjoying and I'm not really sure what, but boy was it nice to see something like that after so many cliched movies.
I highly recommend it to anyone who wants to enjoy the process of life happening.
Mourning Saul and Jonathan's death
I've never been in love. Real "in" love. So basically that means that I should have never suffered from a broken heart.
Up until now, other than the obvious life afflictions, you know, like issues with your parents, childhood friends undone, failing a test that really mattered, whatever crap that might have happened... I never fully understood how it felt to be broken hearted.
I've only imagined two people, one of them real and the other fictional, to have gone through this particular pain. One of them, the last James Bond in the 007 movies, the other, someone I know.
Both of them were in love and through harsh realizations had to, quite literally, let go of that relationship. Just one person from the four involved in these two stories died. And yes, it is the one in the 007 movie. But now that I understand this... this heartbreak think... all four of them could have died and it still wouldn't have mattered.
Because it doesn't matter if you die on the outside (and this right here is the part where my "exaggerate everything" tendency kicks in) you feel like you've been beaten and trampled so bad on the inside that I guess it wouldn't matter to feel anything else. Like nothing, because you are dead.
But then again I believe that when I die I'll go to heaven, so that's bound to be much better than feeling broken hearted.
So anyways, this post is my attempt at expressing what I'm not really sure I should express. But today, I felt a bullet go through my heart and come back out again.
It was not love, the type of love you could or should imagine... the kind you are "in" (love)... but it was love. It is love... and it is broken. My heart is broken.
And I'm gonna feel that a bit often from now on, and boy does that suck.
But there is a time for mourning and a time for whatever goes after that. The tricky part is forgetting. Forgetting while you're sitting in church listening to the pastor preach... while you're about to step up and play... while you're finally driving home... while you see them and go about as if nothing happened and nothing will happen... while you make your best attempt at being strong... while you're in line waiting for your movie to start...
I'll embrace the mourning, at least for a little bit. But one thing is for certain, I'm not doing what James Bond did. I'm doing what the other someone did. This will make me stronger, not more guarded. This will make me more vulnerable and not close hearted. This will make me grow and not stay in the same place half of my lifetime. This will make me get closer to God instead of further away from everyone else.
I'm really sorry I can't be more specific with all of this. It's just... not wise to do so.
Up until now, other than the obvious life afflictions, you know, like issues with your parents, childhood friends undone, failing a test that really mattered, whatever crap that might have happened... I never fully understood how it felt to be broken hearted.
I've only imagined two people, one of them real and the other fictional, to have gone through this particular pain. One of them, the last James Bond in the 007 movies, the other, someone I know.
Both of them were in love and through harsh realizations had to, quite literally, let go of that relationship. Just one person from the four involved in these two stories died. And yes, it is the one in the 007 movie. But now that I understand this... this heartbreak think... all four of them could have died and it still wouldn't have mattered.
Because it doesn't matter if you die on the outside (and this right here is the part where my "exaggerate everything" tendency kicks in) you feel like you've been beaten and trampled so bad on the inside that I guess it wouldn't matter to feel anything else. Like nothing, because you are dead.
But then again I believe that when I die I'll go to heaven, so that's bound to be much better than feeling broken hearted.
So anyways, this post is my attempt at expressing what I'm not really sure I should express. But today, I felt a bullet go through my heart and come back out again.
It was not love, the type of love you could or should imagine... the kind you are "in" (love)... but it was love. It is love... and it is broken. My heart is broken.
And I'm gonna feel that a bit often from now on, and boy does that suck.
But there is a time for mourning and a time for whatever goes after that. The tricky part is forgetting. Forgetting while you're sitting in church listening to the pastor preach... while you're about to step up and play... while you're finally driving home... while you see them and go about as if nothing happened and nothing will happen... while you make your best attempt at being strong... while you're in line waiting for your movie to start...
I'll embrace the mourning, at least for a little bit. But one thing is for certain, I'm not doing what James Bond did. I'm doing what the other someone did. This will make me stronger, not more guarded. This will make me more vulnerable and not close hearted. This will make me grow and not stay in the same place half of my lifetime. This will make me get closer to God instead of further away from everyone else.
I'm really sorry I can't be more specific with all of this. It's just... not wise to do so.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
You can't heal a wound if you don't let Him tear out the scab. or something like that
"Saul and Jonathan were beloved and pleasant in their lives,
And in their death they were not divided;
They were swifter than eagles,
They were stronger than lions.
O daughters of Israel, weep over Saul,
Who clothed you in scarlet, with luxury;
Who put ornaments of gold on your apparel.
How the mighty have fallen in the midst of the battle!
Jonathan was slain in your high places.
I am distressed for you, my brother Jonathan;
You have been very pleasant to me;
Your love to me was wonderful,
Surpassing the love of women." 2 Samuel 1:23-26
The same day Saul died was the day Jonathan died. They were tied together even though they were not one same person. The same day I turned in my enemy, my heart had to be turned in also. Both die so He can live.
Goodbye Saul, you will not be missed. Goodbye Jonathan. I'm letting you go now.
And in their death they were not divided;
They were swifter than eagles,
They were stronger than lions.
O daughters of Israel, weep over Saul,
Who clothed you in scarlet, with luxury;
Who put ornaments of gold on your apparel.
How the mighty have fallen in the midst of the battle!
Jonathan was slain in your high places.
I am distressed for you, my brother Jonathan;
You have been very pleasant to me;
Your love to me was wonderful,
Surpassing the love of women." 2 Samuel 1:23-26
The same day Saul died was the day Jonathan died. They were tied together even though they were not one same person. The same day I turned in my enemy, my heart had to be turned in also. Both die so He can live.
Goodbye Saul, you will not be missed. Goodbye Jonathan. I'm letting you go now.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
sleepless in tampico
So I can't sleep, and it's been a while since I haven't been able to sleep quite like this. Because I'm not tired and I should be, being that last night I slept like 5 hours... probably more because I overslept, but it felt like five.
I've been trying really hard this past month to write something interesting, mind-shaking or even a bit inspiring. Boy has it been hard.
I don't want to rant because ranting is overrated now... I'm trying this new thing where I don't whine and I focus on the good side of things.
I don't have any deeper insight into my life right now... things are starting to build up again so I haven't any conclusions so far. But I'm getting there I guess.
There's some very good news in other aspects of my life and career, but I'm gonna hold on to that info until I'm rolling with it all and then I'll tell you all about it.
I debated with myself on not posting this entry, because it's so lame and all, but I will anyways.
Ohh, the spiderman trailer is awesome... and this coming from someone who HATES comicbook based movies... (I watch them anyways, but whatever) heh. I'll talk about it and what it means to me later.
I've been trying really hard this past month to write something interesting, mind-shaking or even a bit inspiring. Boy has it been hard.
I don't want to rant because ranting is overrated now... I'm trying this new thing where I don't whine and I focus on the good side of things.
I don't have any deeper insight into my life right now... things are starting to build up again so I haven't any conclusions so far. But I'm getting there I guess.
There's some very good news in other aspects of my life and career, but I'm gonna hold on to that info until I'm rolling with it all and then I'll tell you all about it.
I debated with myself on not posting this entry, because it's so lame and all, but I will anyways.
Ohh, the spiderman trailer is awesome... and this coming from someone who HATES comicbook based movies... (I watch them anyways, but whatever) heh. I'll talk about it and what it means to me later.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Thursday, March 8 2007
I've been thinking and thinking about making out of writing something serious in my life.
Most of you already know that apparently, I have this odd passion for the film industry... and yes, I do appreciate a good directed movie, I'm a sucker for an awesome soundtrack and scripts make or break a movie... but, here's a confession I haven't made to anyone yet. Not even my concience.
I think I don't like movies that much... I mean, not enough to make them. Or maybe I do, I just don't know. You see, I've been thinking, and while doing that realizing, that my love for the film industry is more of an acquired taste from a couple of friends I had a long time ago. And the thing is, once my mind began developing around it, wow, it just felt right. I've always wanted to do something creative, and the many times I've "directed" something for like class and stuff, I always had a blast doing so and felt right in my element... But still, thinking about making that my life dream... well, no. I just couldn't picture myself doing it all my life. Or maybe yes, I just don't know.
However, writing. That's something that's always been a passion of mine. For lack of organization and whatever, I stopped doing so for quite some time. But when I find myself before a computer or a new sheet in my very-vintage-harriet-the-spy-notebooks there's nowhere else I'd rather be.
I feel selfish sometimes, because I always write about me. So maybe next time I'll write about something else. Maybe a movie, a cd, a moment in time or in whatever.
I most likely wont' write here for like a month or so, so I just want to leave whoever reads this with one last thought for your day.
"This is the law of the house; Upon the top of the mountain the whole limit thereof round about shall be most holy. Behold, this is the law of the house." Ez 43:12
Figure it out. I'm doing so too.
Most of you already know that apparently, I have this odd passion for the film industry... and yes, I do appreciate a good directed movie, I'm a sucker for an awesome soundtrack and scripts make or break a movie... but, here's a confession I haven't made to anyone yet. Not even my concience.
I think I don't like movies that much... I mean, not enough to make them. Or maybe I do, I just don't know. You see, I've been thinking, and while doing that realizing, that my love for the film industry is more of an acquired taste from a couple of friends I had a long time ago. And the thing is, once my mind began developing around it, wow, it just felt right. I've always wanted to do something creative, and the many times I've "directed" something for like class and stuff, I always had a blast doing so and felt right in my element... But still, thinking about making that my life dream... well, no. I just couldn't picture myself doing it all my life. Or maybe yes, I just don't know.
However, writing. That's something that's always been a passion of mine. For lack of organization and whatever, I stopped doing so for quite some time. But when I find myself before a computer or a new sheet in my very-vintage-harriet-the-spy-notebooks there's nowhere else I'd rather be.
I feel selfish sometimes, because I always write about me. So maybe next time I'll write about something else. Maybe a movie, a cd, a moment in time or in whatever.
I most likely wont' write here for like a month or so, so I just want to leave whoever reads this with one last thought for your day.
"This is the law of the house; Upon the top of the mountain the whole limit thereof round about shall be most holy. Behold, this is the law of the house." Ez 43:12
Figure it out. I'm doing so too.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Shrimps
I had a terribly eye-opening day today... shocking, I guess I could call it like that. I tried to search for a word that truly fit my feeling, but I couldn't find it.
I went out with my mom and finally realized many things.
One
There's this particular moment, a time where you feel words and images, people and places, thoughts and feelings collide together and suddenly, you understand. "Revelation!" you're probably saying. No... we've just been deceived into believing revelation comes in the sweet moment of intellectually understanding.
You see, most of the time our "revelations" are just mere comprehensions of what we've heard or seen. Deeper into the reality of revelation, true revelation comes from intimacy.
Revelation comes from "knowing" God... the first time the term "knowing" is used in the Bible it's when Adam "knew" Eve... meaning that they were intimate with each other... and that intimacy, that "knowledge", is the same as real revelation. Out of that moment of knowledge and intimacy came life: fruit, if you may. Children... so when our great understandings and revelations come without fruit, measurable fruit, tangible fruit, then is it really revelation? No... for revelation comes from intimacy and true intimacy encapsulates knowledge, and true knowledge produces: children, fruit... life. If our "revelations" are not producing measurable fruit, then we need to ask ourselves if we're actually connecting our intellectual comprehensions with our spiritual realities. From the Book to our life... in that moment, that's when we reach revelation.
Two
I keep telling myself I don't know what I want. My dreams, I fear, are acquired aspirations. Stolen bits and pieces from all the people around me. I've become a puzzle piece and so far just left and right have matching pieces...
Trying to figure out what I want, bumping into the possibility of having dreams, of becoming something.
I tell myself not to do anything before "I know". Before "I know" EXACTLY what God wants for me and how to get there. So far, I thought that that way of thinking was fine... because I wasn't thinking it like that, it was more like "I don't want to mess up, show me Your way so I can walk in it and please You"...
mistake number one: believing I would be saved from "messing up"...
I will mess up, and I have deeply messed up in many ways. Jesus already knew that and He still wants me to try anyways.
It's easier like this: I don't let myself dream because I tell myself that in the end, if I chase my dream, God will make me choose between my dream and His. Obviously, I'd choose His (I think I would) and then I'd feel miserable for letting go everything I had worked so hard for.
But talking with wiser persons here and there... turns out I don't trust God.
mistake number two: thinking I was not going to mess up...
Who said anything about not messing up? I'm so infatuated with the idea of "being ok" and not messing up that I'm not doing anything anyways. I sit by my computer and wonder what the future will bring but I'm too afraid to face it.
It's time to mess up...
Three
Has to do with Two...
So now that I decided to risk it. Do it. Take a chance. Dream my dreams. Chase them all over the world...
Why do we keep insisting on believing in a God that WANTS you to suffer and loose your dreams for some lame dream He might have?
Don't we know that His plans are greater than ours? Don't we know that His ways are better than our ways? Don't we say that we believe that what's in His heart for us is always the best?
Then why do I think that once I do get to the "choose your or my dream" part of my life, "my dream" will be the best one and God's dream will only be a second rate thing?
Will that help me trust in Him a bit more? Let's hope so.
Four
People are amazing. Love is amazing. Vulnerability is amazing. Why don't we give it a try?
I went out with my mom and finally realized many things.
One
There's this particular moment, a time where you feel words and images, people and places, thoughts and feelings collide together and suddenly, you understand. "Revelation!" you're probably saying. No... we've just been deceived into believing revelation comes in the sweet moment of intellectually understanding.
You see, most of the time our "revelations" are just mere comprehensions of what we've heard or seen. Deeper into the reality of revelation, true revelation comes from intimacy.
Revelation comes from "knowing" God... the first time the term "knowing" is used in the Bible it's when Adam "knew" Eve... meaning that they were intimate with each other... and that intimacy, that "knowledge", is the same as real revelation. Out of that moment of knowledge and intimacy came life: fruit, if you may. Children... so when our great understandings and revelations come without fruit, measurable fruit, tangible fruit, then is it really revelation? No... for revelation comes from intimacy and true intimacy encapsulates knowledge, and true knowledge produces: children, fruit... life. If our "revelations" are not producing measurable fruit, then we need to ask ourselves if we're actually connecting our intellectual comprehensions with our spiritual realities. From the Book to our life... in that moment, that's when we reach revelation.
Two
I keep telling myself I don't know what I want. My dreams, I fear, are acquired aspirations. Stolen bits and pieces from all the people around me. I've become a puzzle piece and so far just left and right have matching pieces...
Trying to figure out what I want, bumping into the possibility of having dreams, of becoming something.
I tell myself not to do anything before "I know". Before "I know" EXACTLY what God wants for me and how to get there. So far, I thought that that way of thinking was fine... because I wasn't thinking it like that, it was more like "I don't want to mess up, show me Your way so I can walk in it and please You"...
mistake number one: believing I would be saved from "messing up"...
I will mess up, and I have deeply messed up in many ways. Jesus already knew that and He still wants me to try anyways.
It's easier like this: I don't let myself dream because I tell myself that in the end, if I chase my dream, God will make me choose between my dream and His. Obviously, I'd choose His (I think I would) and then I'd feel miserable for letting go everything I had worked so hard for.
But talking with wiser persons here and there... turns out I don't trust God.
mistake number two: thinking I was not going to mess up...
Who said anything about not messing up? I'm so infatuated with the idea of "being ok" and not messing up that I'm not doing anything anyways. I sit by my computer and wonder what the future will bring but I'm too afraid to face it.
It's time to mess up...
Three
Has to do with Two...
So now that I decided to risk it. Do it. Take a chance. Dream my dreams. Chase them all over the world...
Why do we keep insisting on believing in a God that WANTS you to suffer and loose your dreams for some lame dream He might have?
Don't we know that His plans are greater than ours? Don't we know that His ways are better than our ways? Don't we say that we believe that what's in His heart for us is always the best?
Then why do I think that once I do get to the "choose your or my dream" part of my life, "my dream" will be the best one and God's dream will only be a second rate thing?
Will that help me trust in Him a bit more? Let's hope so.
Four
People are amazing. Love is amazing. Vulnerability is amazing. Why don't we give it a try?
Friday, March 02, 2007
Do the chicken dance!
So I had this entry all planned out, half of it written and all, but then I thought it might be kind of confusing, so now I have to figure out what I want to talk about.
In all honesty, this past month has been one of the most intense months of all my short life. I remember praying to God, saying with all my heart, "show me my heart... open my eyes", and boy did He take it seriously. For dramatic purposes, although it is as real as I am writing it, He did open my eyes: I saw everything I've never wanted to see in my life. All the trash, all the concealed shards and cobwebs. All the demons... turns out my heart isn't as nice and clean as I liked to think it was.
So there I am, facing a mirror, and what I see is like nothing I've ever seen before. I look into my eyes and I see shades of gray that have never caught my gaze on previous occasions. But there it is. And God is truly shouting at me "Look. See. Hear. Understand." and all I do is run like a beheaded chicken trying to hide from an obvious truth, an impending fate...
It's time to choose. Time to decide where I want to head off to. Life or death.
It's like when God told Moses "I call heaven and earth as witnesses today against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing; therefore choose life, that... you... may live; that you may love the LORD your God, that you may obey His voice, and that you may cling to Him, for He is your life and the length of your days; and that you may dwell in the land which the LORD swore to your fathers..."
He called heaven and earth as witnesses... "Choose life" He says, with nothing but a desire to have me... and there I go again, beheaded chicken running in circles trying to get somewhere, unaware that most likely I won't go anywhere because, dude, I don't have a head.
And there I go again.
Let me be a bit clearer so you can understand what is going on.
As it turns out my heart is filled with violence and bitterness... Violence? Wow, that's a term I never thought I'd use to describe myself. But yes, world, now you know. I am violent. And not precisely the good "heaven taking violent", just plain ol' violent. And amongst other things, I want things to be done my way or the highway... but since I had been praying to God that I wanted Him to show me His ways, now He's all "My way or the highway" on me, which is good, really. I just have a hard time coming to terms with myself, realizing that all this time that I thought and believed that I was walking straight ahead all I was doing was the beheaded chicken dance: running everywhere, heading nowhere.
And now here I am, finally coming to terms with the fact that there are indeed scratches and bruises all over me. I'm not perfect, as I'd come to expect of myself. I fail miserably and am incapable of love. I am selfish and cold hearted. I am violent and controlling. I am envious and vindictive.
But as I lay on my bathroom floor, face down before my God, the secret of life unveiled inside me:
Yes, I am all those things. But whatever I am is covered by the fact that I am saved and I am His beloved.
- Oh come on! Are you kidding me?
- No, I'm not kidding. It is covered. All you have to do is believe.
- This can't be true. I mean, look at all I've done and though and said and broken.
- In those things, precisely, is where the power of my Love comes in. What good would perfecting love bring if you were able to perfect yourself on your own? I say to you repent and turn to Me. Obey to every Word that comes from My mouth... I will circumcise your heart so that you may love me with all your heart and soul...
This commandment which I command you today is not too mysterious for you, nor is it far off. It is not in heaven, that you should say, ‘Who will ascend into heaven for us and bring it to us, that we may hear it and do it?’ Nor is it beyond the sea, that you should say, ‘Who will go over the sea for us and bring it to us, that we may hear it and do it?’ But the Word is very near you, in your mouth and in your heart, that you may do it.
- *speechless*
Yes. That is the way it was intended to be. All I have to do, all you have to do, all we have to do is listen.
Obedience is in there too, right alongside faith and determination.
But amidst it all is where I find myself being held by His mercies and being softly caressed by the touch of His hand. And as I come to terms with myself I come to terms with the fact that He is the one who transforms me. So I guess all I have to do now is what I already know I have to do... the determining factor is seen the moment I decide to actually do what I know I have to do.
I'll do it... Lead on: This time I'm fighting.
In all honesty, this past month has been one of the most intense months of all my short life. I remember praying to God, saying with all my heart, "show me my heart... open my eyes", and boy did He take it seriously. For dramatic purposes, although it is as real as I am writing it, He did open my eyes: I saw everything I've never wanted to see in my life. All the trash, all the concealed shards and cobwebs. All the demons... turns out my heart isn't as nice and clean as I liked to think it was.
So there I am, facing a mirror, and what I see is like nothing I've ever seen before. I look into my eyes and I see shades of gray that have never caught my gaze on previous occasions. But there it is. And God is truly shouting at me "Look. See. Hear. Understand." and all I do is run like a beheaded chicken trying to hide from an obvious truth, an impending fate...
It's time to choose. Time to decide where I want to head off to. Life or death.
It's like when God told Moses "I call heaven and earth as witnesses today against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing; therefore choose life, that... you... may live; that you may love the LORD your God, that you may obey His voice, and that you may cling to Him, for He is your life and the length of your days; and that you may dwell in the land which the LORD swore to your fathers..."
He called heaven and earth as witnesses... "Choose life" He says, with nothing but a desire to have me... and there I go again, beheaded chicken running in circles trying to get somewhere, unaware that most likely I won't go anywhere because, dude, I don't have a head.
And there I go again.
Let me be a bit clearer so you can understand what is going on.
As it turns out my heart is filled with violence and bitterness... Violence? Wow, that's a term I never thought I'd use to describe myself. But yes, world, now you know. I am violent. And not precisely the good "heaven taking violent", just plain ol' violent. And amongst other things, I want things to be done my way or the highway... but since I had been praying to God that I wanted Him to show me His ways, now He's all "My way or the highway" on me, which is good, really. I just have a hard time coming to terms with myself, realizing that all this time that I thought and believed that I was walking straight ahead all I was doing was the beheaded chicken dance: running everywhere, heading nowhere.
And now here I am, finally coming to terms with the fact that there are indeed scratches and bruises all over me. I'm not perfect, as I'd come to expect of myself. I fail miserably and am incapable of love. I am selfish and cold hearted. I am violent and controlling. I am envious and vindictive.
But as I lay on my bathroom floor, face down before my God, the secret of life unveiled inside me:
Yes, I am all those things. But whatever I am is covered by the fact that I am saved and I am His beloved.
- Oh come on! Are you kidding me?
- No, I'm not kidding. It is covered. All you have to do is believe.
- This can't be true. I mean, look at all I've done and though and said and broken.
- In those things, precisely, is where the power of my Love comes in. What good would perfecting love bring if you were able to perfect yourself on your own? I say to you repent and turn to Me. Obey to every Word that comes from My mouth... I will circumcise your heart so that you may love me with all your heart and soul...
This commandment which I command you today is not too mysterious for you, nor is it far off. It is not in heaven, that you should say, ‘Who will ascend into heaven for us and bring it to us, that we may hear it and do it?’ Nor is it beyond the sea, that you should say, ‘Who will go over the sea for us and bring it to us, that we may hear it and do it?’ But the Word is very near you, in your mouth and in your heart, that you may do it.
- *speechless*
Yes. That is the way it was intended to be. All I have to do, all you have to do, all we have to do is listen.
Obedience is in there too, right alongside faith and determination.
But amidst it all is where I find myself being held by His mercies and being softly caressed by the touch of His hand. And as I come to terms with myself I come to terms with the fact that He is the one who transforms me. So I guess all I have to do now is what I already know I have to do... the determining factor is seen the moment I decide to actually do what I know I have to do.
I'll do it... Lead on: This time I'm fighting.
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