I am sitting here typing dis in a text message in Westfield. Sometimes I wonder if its all worth it in the end? After all the wars after all the painful sickness and diseases, after all the broken families, broken hearts, broken friendships, what does it all bind down to? The joy of saying i lived? Or the joy of saying i felt? or maybe its the joy of saying i worked my arse Off at this company, at this church, at this marriage or ive gone out there and spread the gospel and there still is so much unbelief in the world and how could I ever have believed that I could have change so many lives by living my life as a witness for Christ Jesus? or maybe its just a process of keeping busy with Gods work whilst waiting for heaven. What are we waiting for? Our death? Or Jesus return on a cloud? See, this is how I see it, I see it as an opportunity to grow, an opportunity to love the one thing God made beautiful, ourselves, the one thing that God chose to save ie us, the one thing that God sent his son to die for. I have to learn to love me and even if I go out and evangelize and be a witness work at a ministry, I must never stop loving me because I am the temple of the holy spirit and Christ died and rose again for me, Christ shed his blood for me. This isnt my permanent destination, this isnt home. This is a place for me to learn to love what God made ie me and creation as well as learning the God loves me enough to make me and all things good and to be able to trust that God truly loves me for without faith it is impossible to please God but so easy to please the man who says live for yourself, be selfish you only got one life to live and you have to do what you want to do its not avout what I want, its always been about the everlasting Father and theres nothing anyone can do about it.
Posted on: Sat, 02 Aug 2014 13:17:51 +0000