Take all those selfish wants and change them into God-sized needs!

God is my problem solver, not my fear dissolver.

Intimidation is a strange thing. You either brave it out, or hide it in a hole.

Right now I’m worried about what “society” would think of me. Not only that, but I’ve become my worst nightmare.

How I love God’s seeming spontaneity!

God has put this dream inside of me. I wish I were worthy enough to fulfill this dream, fortunately, hopefully, my unworthiness will not keep me from receiving this gift. Despite what does or does not happen my prayer is that God will bless me with His will for my life to be fulfilled with my honor. I praise God for what he’s already done through me.

Once all is well, after I have suffered forevermore here on this dreadful place we call earth without him.

We spend so much time dreaming of what’s to come here on earth, but little time on what would happen if we were to die at that instant.

Earth isn’t enough for me; I want God more than anything. I’m ready to meet him and talk to him and see my home in heaven.

I realize how selfish I am through other’s people’s ways of living.

Unfortunately, a lot of time we focus on the concrete we have when the abstract things are most important.

If you were to ask me who I am as a person two years ago, I would have given a definite answer, but now that I am almost an adult, I am beginning to question everything. Does God really want me to go to ETBU with my intended major? Or was it my decision?

our anger tends to be put out on people that aren’t near victims of the reasoning behind their bitterness.

Too often with me the bad outweighs the good on a scale of memories. Satan wants me to think that is how it is meant to be, but it doesn’t have to be that way. All I’m saying is, I want to be able to look beyond the bad things people see in me.

So many people are concerned about how they appear, that they become fake.

Our desire for acceptance seems to overrule our genuineness.

Many of us become “well rounded” so that we can feel part of the crowd. But, is there a such thing as being too ‘round?’ So round, you don’t know where it all ends? When all you can do is continue being fake when you know you’ve gone too far. To round, to where you eventually forget whom you truly were in the first place. A Christian, someone with morals and values. Don’t ruin your witness, or someone else’s witness for your own selfish pleasure. Because I’m sick of it.