Be Careful

Be careful of  the girl dressed down 

because she doesn't believe she's worth a crown

Be careful of the girl with scars 

for she will do herself harm

Be careful of the girl with bruises on her neck and face, 

for she says it's from sports, but it's her father's belt and shoe lace

Be careful of the boy you laugh at in the locker room 

for his father has a gun, and he's going to use it soon

Be careful of the girl who limps, 

because her life is harder than your's

Be careful of the boy who's weird, 

because he'll soon own all your stores

Be careful of the words you say, 

for they bring life and death

Make sure that you always breathe 

a living breath

Hold your tongue unless you have 

something life giving to say

For it will be you, boy or girl 

receiving it one day




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Gift of Life

The gift of life is truly amazing. I know that you have probably heard this millions of times before, and some of you are probably annoyed by it. But I feel the need to bring what may be a different perspective onto it for some of you. 

Some of you do not view life as an amazing gift. Some of you do, but wish that your's had altercations. I wish my hair was straight. I wish my eyes were blue. I wish I was tall. I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish I could have kids. I wish I did not have homework. I wish someone liked me, and so on. These are things that run through people's minds everyday. For some of us this burden of a different life becomes too strong to handle, and we try to get rid of it. We slash our wrists. We hang ourselves. We shoot our brains. We drown ourselves. So on. You know the stories. You have heard of the kids who took their lives before they even knew what living was. You have heard of the troubled men and women who have given up. You have heard of it all. To some of you you cannot even fathom it. To some of you these stories ring too true to your own. What I want to say, even being someone who has struggled with this myself, taking away life is a terrible thing. Even if it is yours. 

Not all of us may believe in God. But most of us know that we are here for a reason. To some of you what I am about to say may have no significance to you. You may care less about what I have to say, but I ask that you read this anyway, and see if it makes a difference. 

I believe that we have a creator, and His name is God. The greatest thing that God has ever done for us is give us life. One night I laid in my bed, and began think of why I was even here. I began to question God, and why He put me here. I began to think that I should just quit. Give up on life, and take it away from myself. But then God spoke. 

I began to realize that life truly is, as I have already said, the best gift ever given to us. Imagine the best gift you have given, or could give, someone. The most extravagant gift that takes so much effort and time on your part to give to someone. Imagine the happiness and joy you gain from giving not only this gift, but so much of yourself with it. To some this is just a diamond ring accompanied by the words, "Will you marry me." To some it is more materialized as in a house or a car. Now granite I am going to simplify a much more complicated situation, but that is not to say that it does not make sense or ring true. 

Say I spend years saving up and preparing to buy a house for someone who needs it. This is no ordinary house. Not only did I put so much of myself into it, but this house is amazing. Stone on the walls, huge kitchen, huge rooms, everything ever wanted/needed. Basically a mansion. Even a pool with a walkway underneath to look up at those swimming. It is AMAZING. I want to keep it for myself, but instead I want to give it to someone very special. Maybe my parents, my sister, someone else in my family, or maybe even someone in need. So I do. Say my parents, just because mostly everyone can relate to that. I bring them to the house. I am excited. I have been preparing for this moment for years. They look at it. They love it. They begin to walk around, and experience it. Walking through each hallway with excitement. But then they begin to become a little less excited. The garage only fits three cars, but they have four. The hallway is painted red like the house of one of my mother's former boyfriends when she was younger, which brings back bad memories. The kitchen counters are a little different then the color they like. Eventually they turn to me and say that they do not want it anymore. How am I to react? What do you mean you do not want it? It's for you! It's fits you perfectly. The color of the counter is different because it brings out mom's eyes the way dad likes them. The garage only has three car doors because it allows mom to show off her car when she wants, but when it rains it can be switched with dad's minivan. The red hallway is filled with pictures of our family, which is to make mom realize what she has gotten for waiting for the right relationship as opposed to sticking with the former boyfriend. It is perfect. It is for you. It was meant for no one else but you. 

This is a little bit how God looks at us. Life is the biggest, most extravagant gift He has ever given to us. He meant it for us, and only us. It is perfect. It breaks His heart for us to think otherwise. And when we give it away it tears Him apart. A piece of Him dies with you. He invested Himself in you. He made you in His image. He spent a long time on creating you, not only nine months, but the years it took to line up anyone who ever had a part in the relationships of your elders that came together creating a lineage that lead to YOU. He has planned on you and the things you have done, and will do, for the entire existence of this earth. You have a place. He not only loves you with everything He has, but He wants you to accept and enjoy this gift, and most importantly, never give it away.




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Fears vs Dreams

Today I took the time to sit down and write out my fears and my dreams. It's something I have been wanting to do for a while but haven't really gotten myself to do it. It's a great exercise that allows you to vocalize (by writing it down) all of your fears and dreams. It's a form of motivation. A motivation to make sure none of my fears come true and all of my dreams do.

So here's my list....   What does your look like?

Fears:

That I will be a terrible mother.
I will miss my calling
I will give up on my dreams
My children won't know they're loved
Death
Heights
Loneliness
Being deserted
That I will cut myself again
No one will care about me
I will never find someone to love me
I will settle
I will become the person everyone wants to be as opposed to the person God wants me to be
I will give up on God
No Love

Dreams:

I will be a great mother
I fulfill my calling
Be involved with film
Have an impact on the world
Inspire someone
Raise a man out of my sons
Raise a woman proud of herself out of my daughters
I never settle
I find an amazing man for me and my children
Speak in conferences
Be confident
I will become the person God wants me to be
I will NEVER give up on God
Love




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I Had a Dream

So today I want to write to you about a dream I had. Do not worry the dream is just the spark of the writing I have today. Basically, within my dream I was performing a dance with a friend of mine at a social hangout event kind of thing. My friend and I rocked it. At the end my youth pastor's wife, Jacqueline, was there, and said to someone, "What a testimony, she came here because of dance, and now look at her." The dance was some sort of hip hop dance that spoke on struggling with sin. My friend, and amazing dancer, was playing the role of sin. As another one of our friends (no idea who) was above us, playing God. Later on in my dream my friend and I performed it on stage in front of my church. Then at the end the Pastor asked me to explain why we performed it. I told him, "I had a dream about us performing this dance," (the dream I with us performing at the social event) "and thought that we should actually do it. In my dream, Jacqueline told someone that it was a testimony about where I have come." Then I went on to say everything that I am about to tell you. Of course in my dream it was  very short, and hard to understand, because you rarely ever make sense in a dream. 

I told the audience of why my dance was a testimony.

Me coming to church all started with a dance crew at our church. A friend of mine told me about this dance crew at his church that was going to compete at "Teen Talent", and asked me to take him to their practices. "Teen Talent" is a competition where youth from churches go to perform many different talents, such as dancing, singing, instrumental, art, dramas, and so on... I agreed to do so because I loved dancing, and was interested in what they were going to do. When I got there I would usually watch them as they put together their dance. I would sometimes give them input on how they should do something. To them I probably was the creepy girl that just watched them dance. To me I loved watching them. Eventually I could not help, but want to dance to. So in the corner of the room, as they were dancing, I would perform dancing exercises that I learned a while ago. Eventually, a kid in the group, named Tyler, walked over and asked me to join their dance crew. Nothing was the same since. 

To everyone else in the crew, the thing was a disaster. We got to team talent and did a pretty bad job. The routine was awesome, but some of our dedication lacked. To me however, it was still the best thing to ever happen to me. I had so much love and heart for it that I was blind to the fact that we may not have done so well, and I still am. I constantly want to bring the crew back together, but no one else seems to be interested. I am always in situations within my life where my heart and dedication levels are above all the rest. With the dance I went home almost every night practicing my part of the routine. But this is true with others things, writing movies and books, making movies, sports, and so many other things...

Though to the world my heart is small, to me my heart is BIG. I have so much heart and passion for so many things. Growing up I had a lot of heart for softball! My Varsity year my couch sat me down before he made final decisions about that year's roster. He sat me down, and told me that I had to make a choice. He told me that I had a spot on the team, however if I was on the team I would be riding the bench the entire season. He said that he would understand if I chose not to be on the team. I looked at him and said, "None of that matters, I want to be on the team." I knew that team was great, and I was not about to miss out on anything. I thought for sure we were going to win states, but unfortunately we did not. That does not mean that I regret any second spent on that team. I still stick to my word by saying it was an amazing team, and I am so proud that I was a part of it. 

Just like with dance, in softball I always took my dedication home. Even in the recreational leagues. If we did not have practice I would go home and do my own three hour practice. One year I broke my ankle, but I still came to every game. I had too much heart for the sport to not want to be there. So many people always question me on the things I do. Why are you always 15 minutes early or more to things? Why do you care so much? Why do you think we are so good, when we've lost almost every game? Well my answer to the last one is I always see potential, not reality. But to the rest, I do not always have an answer. I just do it because I love to. Maybe it is a control thing. But it is also just because I love the things I do in such a way that I want to get there early, and put %120 into it. To those of you who have a relationship with God, Amen. I am going to talk to you in a second. To those of you who do not. Please message me. Talk to me. I want to tell you about how AMAZING your life can be! I won't flood you. I won't be scary. I just want to talk to you. I will only answer questions when asked. Meaning I am not going to regurgitate biblical lessons and verses at you, I just want to talk. I am not saying that with God you will find perfection, that is not true. Anyone who has ever told you that is lying. They are hypocrites. I am not saying that you should hate them for it. I am saying you should love them because they need it. They need to see what they are missing when they claim perfection. They are missing out on a true relationship. Because those who believe they are perfection are lacking a relationship with God. Because a relationship with God is built on our imperfection, our need for Him to help us. Those who are inside a church should be broken. That is why God is here. But please believe me. Though you will be broken, with God even brokeness is AMAZING, and the only way to understand that is to go through it. So please message me, talk to me. 

To those who have a relationship with God, these little things that I do. Being 15 minutes early or you are late. Giving %150 (notice how it always increases). Trying to always be smiling. All these things help God. On my softball team when we just lost and all of the girls are so angry they are going to look at me and wonder why I am smiling the way I am. When the girls go to practice, and realize I was there before the coach even got there. They are going to wonder about me. I am purposefully being different so that people wonder about me. But different in a a good way. Do not be creepy. That never gets people wanting to know more about me. But I am different, in a good way, so that people start asking questions, and when they do I can tell them that I have God on my side. I can tell them about He who makes me so different. So try your hardest everyday to be positively different. 

Then in my dream I went on to talk about my testimony. I told them about how my testimony is all about how God is present in your life, and caring about you before you even know who He is. I shared with them about how in my childhood (without going into too much detail) I suffered through a lot of things. Mainly abuse, in all sorts of ways. Physical, emotional, and sexual. I talked about a boy I knew that to me was like the brother I never had, and how he took advantage of that relationship with me.  I told them about how, even though it came close, he never took my virginity. I told them about how at the time all I could see was that I was so disgusting, so much a piece of dirt, that this man who destroyed me did not even want all of me. The thing is when you are so far in the darkness it is next to impossible to see any kind of light. At that time I could only see flaws within me. I could not see that it was not that I was flawed, but rather that God was looking after me, even then. Even when I knew nothing of Him. Then I discussed how I in reaction went on a tried so many ways of dealing with it. One of which I would lure guys in, mostly in a public situation where everyone could see. I would take them back so we were alone, make them think that we were going to do something. Tempt them, but then do nothing with them, I could never get myself to do anything. By that time I was strong so I was able to fight them off if they tried anything. But I would be lying if I said that some guys did not still do something. It was a risk I took. That is how I saw it. At the time I could only see that the something inside of me that stopped me from doing anything was just me playing them the way that many people had played me. What I see now is that it was God calling out to me, begging for me to stop. Begging me to keep myself pure. To turn to Him instead of all the things I turned to. I told the audience, "What is messed up is that I came to moments where I was so close to having my virginity stolen from me. From my best friend. From the guys I lured in that were ultimately stronger than me. From all of these people, and yet I have never been kissed." 

Then I addressed all of the women in the audience. 

Here is the thing. If a guy does not kiss you before he does anything else it is because he does not care about you or love you, no matter how much he says he does. This is not to say that just because a guy kisses you, he loves you. What I am saying though, is you need to see past all of the physical crap guys want you to do, because none of it means love to them. There is a saying, "Girls give sex to get love, Guys give love to get sex." Then I remember, I kind of went on a rampage. If they touch you knowing you do not want to be touched. They DO NOT love you. If they says things to you that seem controlling. THEY ARE! I don't want you wearing black because you look gothic. I don't want you hanging with those people they are un cool. I don't want you wearing make up, it attracts other guys. I don't want you hanging with other guys. Why do you hangout so much with your friends, and not me? These are not the words of someone who loves you. Jealously is not attractive. All of you girls out there do not settle for boys. Do not even settle for men. Do not settle. Find a guy who is worth having such an amazing women like you. When I say boys I do not mean boys in the way that puberty or whatever defines it. You can be 30, and still be a boy. Most of guys out there are still boys because that is the way society raises them.

This is why I always wanted to have a son. Because one day I want to raise a man, not a boy, a man. My son will hold doors for girls. My son will pay for meals. My son will be respectful. My son will dress well. My son will be humble. My son will know God. I saw something on Pinterest the other day that said, "Boys will be boys or so the say, but I'm raising my boy to be a man one day. Shouting is not nice and kicking hurts. Nobody likes their face in the dirt. So boys that fight, kick and shout will be boys that sit in TIME OUT!" I enjoy this so much because the "Boys will be boys" attitude is so much like society today. Society has come into a way of parenthood where it is less parenting and more accepting. Accepting that they have sex at age fourteen. Accepting that because of that they are now pregnant. Accepting that they can just get rid of the baby before or after birth. Accepting that they get into drugs. Accepting that they do not want to go to college, or get a job. Accepting that they are still boys and still girls. Accepting that they do not treat anyone nice. Accepting not parenting. Just saying things like "Boys will be boys". "They're going to have sex no matter what." "They're going to drink, so it might as well be in my house where I can watch over them." Have we given up that much on people today? So much that we cannot believe that boys can become men? That kids can sustain from having sex. That teenagers can choose not to drink. There are people like this that exist today. There are teenagers who choose not to drink! Believe it! There are people who wait til marriage before they have sex. There are men out there! They are all rare, not because that is the way of life, but because you made it that way! Girls who complain there are no good men out there, how many of you have brothers or even sons that are still boys? Raise them to be men, and one day good men will not be so rare. Start raising your children. Stop letting boys be boys. 

And girls stop letting boys take you, and break you. It does not have to be that way. If you keep giving in the boys will have no reason to become men. Why would they need to, when they can still be boys and get you. Give them a reason to start wanting to be a man. 

For me, I have never had a boyfriend. But I have been on a few dates. And I have been on the other end where there is no need for a date. But I woke up. I woke up to a better reality. A reality with a God. A reality where there are men, and I need to ask for them. I cannot ask for a man, and yet still settle for a boy. It will never happen that way. If you settle for boys, your man will never come. If I am on a date and the boy does not hold my door, strike one. If they do not at least offer to pay for my meal, even when they have no financial way of doing so, strike two. See for me I will pay for my own meal. I am not ashamed, but you have to give him the chance to be a man and offer. A great person named Gianna Jensen once said at a conference that we need to start letting our men be men. Stop trying to be men for them. Let them hold the door, let them pay for your meal. I hold doors for people, but that is my way of being polite. It is not to say that if a man came up to me and asked to hold the door I would say no. In fact sometimes I hold the door waiting to see if a man would do so. Often they fail the test. But I cannot hold that against them. So raise your boys to be men, and girls find a man, not a boy. 

I do not really have a great poetic way of ending this. This was just a rant based off of a dream. But I guess I can end it by being like Martin Luther King Jr. and saying, "I have a dream." I have a dream where parents will stop basing their parenting off of acceptance, and more off of holding their children to a higher standard. Believing in their children that they will meet that standard. I have a dream where boys become men, and girls wait for their men to come. I have a dream where people who struggle stop struggling, and realize there is a God waiting for them to find Him. Waiting to help them. Waiting to wrap them in His arms. I have a dream where I leave this world a better place.




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Going Under: Rising Back Up

All these monumental moments that all point to my next step/part of life are rolling in like waves that crash on the ocean's shore. I completed my first year of college. It has been a year since I graduated. My younger friends, not all of them, but the ones that I have grown up with trying to mentor or set an example for, realizing that I failed miserably when I was younger, but trying to make up for it as I grow older, are graduating. Did you catch all of that? How is it that these kids that have been like babies to me  my entire life, even if they are just a year younger, are receiving their diplomas and moving away from home? How did they get there? How did I even get there? My friends that are attending the same school I am transferring to are graduated, and for some reason it makes the fact that I am about to move hours away so real. My pastor and his wife are beginning to pack away their things. Moments that I thought would never come have come and gone like they were never there. Days that use to go by like years now go by like seconds. Years turned into months, months turned into weeks, weeks turned into days, days turned into hours, hours turned into minutes, and minutes turned into seconds so that now years seem to just be seconds. Seconds that are fleeting away. Where has time gone? Where is it going? This is all happening so fast that the waves seem to be taking me under. Is it weird to say I like it though? Is it weird to say that feeling of being taken under kind of excites me, and makes me want to learn what is waiting under there for me. I am really going to miss this place, but I am excited to see what is waiting for me. It is like I know that I am about to be ripped under. I know that it is about to get hard, and difficult, and devastating. I know that I am going to feel like I am being taken under. That I am drowning. That I will never come back up. But I know there is something waiting for me when I go under. And I am going to rise again. And when I do I will rise up stronger than ever before. I cannot wait. I am terrified, but I cannot wait. I may feel like I am drowning, but I will not. I am just going to fall under for a few moments in time, and rise back up like never before! 



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Our God is Greater

"Our God is Greater" is a song that I think I can say most Christians are aware of. I said it in that way because I often forget that the things I am most familiar with are not always the same things others are most familiar with. For instance, the song, "How He Loves" means a great deal to me. Often I think it means a great deal to everyone, but not everyone has the same experiences I do. The song means so much to me because my youth group's drama team performed an amazing human video to it that saved and changed my life. Anyways, the song, "Our God is Greater" is well known. The song says, "Our God is greater. Our God is stronger. Our God is higher than any other. Our God is healer. Awesome in power, Our God. Our God." I used to sing this with my arms outstretched just praising God, not knowing what this song would soon mean to me. Now the song brings me to tears for it has taken a whole new meaning.

Right now I am not very stable. My life has kind of gone into turmoil, not visibly but internally. I am suffering from things that I cannot even understand or wrap my mind around. This in return has made it very difficult to talk to anyone about it, even more difficult than before. Whenever anyone tries to get me to talk I shut down or try to change the subject even if all they asked was how I was doing. I am fighting an internal battle, and that in itself is making it worse. So I want to encourage those of you out there who are like me to talk to someone! I mean this with complete sincerity! I may not know how to save myself, but for some reason I still can and still know how to save others. That is what is keeping me going. I may no longer know how to pray for myself, but I still know how to pray for others. So I must still have faith. I must still have a reason to be here. I cannot leave and leave behind everyone here who needs my help. There is a God listening. What hurts the most is I know He's calling for me. He wants me to pray for myself, but for some reason I cannot. I can speak the words, but my heart is not within them. But when I pray for others my heart is there. I still believe in others. I still believe in God's ability to move and do amazing things, but in other people's lives. It is not that I do not see Him moving in my own, for I do. I see Him doing many things. I do not understand why, but He does. He is responding to my prayers even if I am not. I just cannot get my heart to go along with my words. So please let me save you! Hear me out! Speak to someone! Do not be like me! For even I know that I am wrong.

I keep dwindling further and further down until I fear that I will not be here. To some of you this may be confusing. Good. I do not want you to understand the exact meaning of that statement, but just understand it generally. The only thing keeping me going now is God. This does not exclude people. In fact I rely on people. God shows up through people. So think twice before you exclude the one who is dwindling. You mean more to them now than ever before. If you desert them it may appear to them that God has deserted them. And believing God has deserted you, even though He never will, can spell trouble, trouble noone could even fathom. All that keeps me going now is fear of Hell and knowledge of God's plans. I know God has plans to prosper me. I know there is light. I know I will conquer this, WITH GOD, if I can just hold on.

So this song has a whole new meaning to me. I am no longer solely praising God, but believing and praying whole-heartedly. My God is GREATER than any evil or circumstance. My God is STRONGER than my will and my thoughts. My God is HIGHER than any other, and will always prevail! My God is HEALER, and He will heal me inside and out! He is awesome in POWER! With Him, and with Him alone, will I make it through. I may have lost myself a little, but if I stop fighting to come back, if I give up completely on God, I am done. In all senses of the word, I am gone. OUR GOD IS GREATER! I believe it! If I did not, I would not be here.



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Skating By

Do you ever find yourself trying to see how far God will take you? Now I do not mean in the sense of, "Let me see how long God will actually be there for me?" or "I want to see how far God will raise me up." Because God will always be there for you, and God will never stop raising you up. What I mean is do you ever coast by in life praying prayers for Him to mend your mistakes, or make up for your laziness? "God I know that I did not study, but I really need to pass this class so that I can go on and do great things for you. Please forgive me and bless this test so that I get a good grade." "God I know I need a job right now, but I cannot find time. I want to spend my time honoring you with sharing your word with people on the streets, and reading my bible. I have no time for a job. So could you please help me out and find me a way to get money for food tonight?" Prayers like those. I have no doubt in my mind that God will help you. He has helped me in times like this. God will never let you down. That is a promise I can make, and keep forever. You have my word. However, I wonder how many times we let Him down? How many times do we find ourselves not studying becuase we know that when we pray to God to "bless the test" He will answer? How many times do we not go out and look for a job, because we know that when we ask God to do so He will provide? How many times do we coast on by, letting God have our back, when we do not do anything but let Him down? He will always be there for you, but why be so undeserving? We will never truly deserve God's love. That is a fact. But that should NEVER stop us from trying. So, God will help you in school, does this mean you should not study? No. Just because God is helping you does not mean He approves. Think about it. Think about everytime anyone has ever let you down. Anytime you had a project at school and the one kid who did not put in any effort, but still recieves the "A" the rest of the group deserved. Think about the kid next to you in class who cheats off your work. He still gets the same grade you do, but without all the work. Think about every time you have been let down. Now think about how many times you are doing that to God. Think about how many times you bring Him to tears because you will not put in the work.

Mark Batterson writes, "And isn't it just a little ironic that the Israelites were complaining about one miracle while asking for another one? Their capacity for complaing was simply astounding, and we scoff at the Israelites for grumbling about a meal of manna that was miraculously delievered to their doorsteps every day, but don't we do the same thing?" - Mark Batterson (Circle Maker)

How do you expect God to trust you with those big things if you do not even put the work in to conquer the little things? How can you expect God to give you the amazing miracles you want and demand when you will not stop taking the little miracles for granted?

If someone cheated off of you in class and skated by off of your work you would be upset. You would see that, though they got the same grades, it was because of you, and they were ungrateful. They just relied on you. They knew that you would always be there, and they could always cheat off of you. Then one day they came up to you with a proposition. Their family just discovered some incredible debt, and they may have to sell their house. Their mom is a single mom, works three jobs, and they have three other siblings. You know that he needs help. You can see that. Your family is rather wealthy, and can afford to lend a helping hand. He asks you to do so. He promises that if you allow him ,he will work hard for you, lawn work, house work, any work you need in order to earn money. How are you to trust that he will work hard? How are you to trust that he will come through for you? He cannot even do simple work in his classroom, how is he going to have the determination to move mountains for you? I cannot imagine how God thinks, but if I had some insight I would say this is how He looks at me. I feel like He has some major things in store for me. However, if I slack off, if I coast by in life, and do not start getting my act together how is He to trust that I will have my act together when he needs to count on me? How is He to not think that I will not just coast on by thinking that He will take care of it. Yes, God can take care of it. As my pastor simply put it, "God does not need us." However, as he also explained, God may not need us, but He chose to use us. So, therefore in the huge world-changing ways that God plans to use us, He cannot count on someone who wants to just coast on by thinking, "Oh well, God will take care of it for me."

It does not surprise me that some people think this way. Afterall, God is our father. How many times have you come to a predicament where you thought, "Whatever, my parents can take care of it." You get in a small accident in your car, and create a minor dent. "Whatever, my parents can fix it." You get asked to go to the movies. "Sure, I'll just get money from my parents"And so on. This is how some of us treat our father in heaven as well. However, our father in heaven told us one very important thing, "Honor thy mother and father." If you ask me, treating your parents as a back up plan is not honoring them at all. So why do we do it? Most importantly why do we do it to God? That is not honoring Him at all. Yet, we expect Him to pull through. And yet, He still does pull thorugh. Even if we do not deserve it. That is the power of the Lord. However, just because that is the power in the Lord, does not mean we should take advantage.

Stop taking advantage of God. Show Him that you are meant for the calling He has planned for you. Start putting forth the effort. Stop praying for Him to make up for your laziness, and start acting so that there is nothing for Him to make up for. Start striving to deserve His love.


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