These bibles

Since when did it become okay to make everybody else a part of our own self misery? Have we not acknowledged that our guilt has nearly been self inflicted. Of course, this world deserves to be angry at, but not at the expense of those who are at work to change it. Who are you to take away their hunger for love in all languages? After all, aren't we suppose to be brothers and sisters of our neighbors. For I have never seen it written to "feed thee, after though has judged thee." These "scriptures" are only found in the bibles that we write for our own understanding. It is the only way the world can comprehend why one would purposely hurt another knowing how it would feel if they themselves were hurt. Without these bibles, we cannot avenge our happiness through anger and revenge. We live only for a moment of pleasure, and then we are back to asking God why? If only we had one true Bible...If only we acknowledged one true Judge.

Who will They Be

From the flutters I feel from inside with every sudden movement, to the nausea and headaches I get ever so often, I wonder who this little person will be. We spend our days and nights praying that they will be nurses, doctors and lawyers, and become so impatient when the Lord tells us  to "Wait and see." We see a young man sentenced to life in prison, and begin to plan the molding of our children's lives. Will our molding force them to be "successful" men and women, or will too much clay get them into stripping and drugs or to become abusive men who drink alcohol and beat their wives? So heavy is this burden we carry, we want to do right in so many ways. How hard is it to see pass a child's innocence, when that child has far outgrown their juvenile days. Yet, we were all there once, so it should be clear to see, that their is always hope in wondering who this little person will be.

Nights Like This

Some of the nights are becoming long. I'm finding myself back in that place again. My mind running constant. I have lost touch with where I'm suppose to be. My relationship with God is shaken, but never  lost or forgotten. New is not always exciting as many may make it out to be. However, regardless of how I feel, I am expected to adapt and overcome. But Aren't we all? Is it even possible? I mean, who defines exactly what we should overcome. Why aren't we equipped with the exact tools that are needed to overcome these life challenges. I wonder if it is possible to survive without ever adapting. Perhaps all I want to do is overcome. Another long night to think....to cry....to face these unknowns.

Me vs. world

 This world has chased me back into my shell, it seems that me and it don't know each other that well. I guess I should have known, since sunshines and endless rainbows have been long outgrown. Resting at
night, in hopes that I will awake being less afraid. Then who will the children have to lean to, if the God in me has started to fade. Working toward the common purpose, often leading us away from God's will, and causing us to lose focus. No wonder this world has me all shook up, trapped and scared, for the fear of man has made me ill prepared. For the enemy's most powerful weapon is time, and because I am a warrior of Christ, I refuse to allow him to have any more of mine.