- Nov 28, 2018
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- United States
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- Christian
- Marital Status
- Single
Is everything ok?, Yeah, why?
“I really didn’t think much of it, after all it was quite normal for me to give such a vague response. “
Alright if you ever need anything just let me know.
“Back to this!?, again?,. Any kind of attempt that I make eventually fails. I am well aware that nothing will last forever. Well, physically speaking nothing lasts forever. I along with the rest of the world have been taught different. They say everything has an ‘Expiration date, an End, a Service life, Death.’ A length of time that is to be determined by many factors. Animate or inanimate seems like the best way to divide these, yet there have been lives lived much less than that of a car. The process in which this ‘thing’ was made can’t be the line. Although many inanimate objects are made to be the same or similar to a competitor. Two people can have same life styles, backgrounds, even traits. Still the two have no clue when life will end. An end to which we see as ‘The Beginning’. The start of a new life, to be born?, or to move on?. The end one ‘thing’ is what’s thought to be important. The worth of ones life determined by its end. I see the world around me, alive breathing, yearning to keep the cycle going as long as it can. Something deeper calls beyond the noise, my sight , my sense blocked. With no way of knowing where it’s calling from. Every attempt is surly followed by my failure. Failures that cut deep into my life. My family, my friends, my own mind. Cutting away, the pages that tell my story. Only to reveal the true monster inside, the freak!! Condemnation??, fighting all my life. I’ve been taught to trust. Belief in a higher power. God. The one who created man, in turn creating everything man has made. Making the decision to give his only son’s life for the salvation of Man. WE!, have faith salvation is everyone. Still life goes on. People dying, babies born in a world that is more alive than a virus destroying the life of one. A world moving across a vast empty space with its own family. Not knowing but living, doing what it must because it must. Renewing its surface with what we see as destruction. Our lives threatened, damaged by the life of our planet. Made to shelter and keep the creation of God, this earth moving as it should. Passing on seasons, giving each life a chance to live to breath and eventually a chance to die. The only way to describe this end, the grief of ones child burying their parents. A bond broken with an empty response, silence in everything you grew to love and hate with love. There has never there been a time in my life where my faith in God and the salvation of man be tested. A life living only to be condemned into darkness. Saved from death, and exiled. Impossible as it seems, for God nothing is impossible. ‘Worship, praise, believe, and connect’ actions to be made and made in vain? My sin will drag me to hell, my knowledge will give me peace in knowing He IS there. Accepting a life in darkness is what lies before me.’To save to ones I hold dear’ until it’s said. ‘Salvation is individual’. God’s son came to die for our sins so that we may not. In turn making my salvation the most selfish act I can ever commit. ‘Renounce your God so that they may believe’. Impossible seems like an impossibility. What was once true is now a lie and what was once a lie is now a life. Still life moves on in such a way that this known fact, a thought lingering around our life. Taught to confess our sins, I take action. ‘Action’s of sexually immorality, lying, stealing, deceitful manipulation’ amount the least of these Rape, molestation’ I have single handedly created my life. ‘A child with no knowledge of this life beyond the noise, my sight, and senses’. Still life moves on, as if I never made those actions. Hurting anything around I walk in agony. Sin free becomes apparent. A life made to glorify God. Light shining from a single focal point. ‘SINNER’. Is my name among others, I have been marked. Different than others. Marked none the less.
“I really didn’t think much of it, after all it was quite normal for me to give such a vague response. “
Alright if you ever need anything just let me know.
“Back to this!?, again?,. Any kind of attempt that I make eventually fails. I am well aware that nothing will last forever. Well, physically speaking nothing lasts forever. I along with the rest of the world have been taught different. They say everything has an ‘Expiration date, an End, a Service life, Death.’ A length of time that is to be determined by many factors. Animate or inanimate seems like the best way to divide these, yet there have been lives lived much less than that of a car. The process in which this ‘thing’ was made can’t be the line. Although many inanimate objects are made to be the same or similar to a competitor. Two people can have same life styles, backgrounds, even traits. Still the two have no clue when life will end. An end to which we see as ‘The Beginning’. The start of a new life, to be born?, or to move on?. The end one ‘thing’ is what’s thought to be important. The worth of ones life determined by its end. I see the world around me, alive breathing, yearning to keep the cycle going as long as it can. Something deeper calls beyond the noise, my sight , my sense blocked. With no way of knowing where it’s calling from. Every attempt is surly followed by my failure. Failures that cut deep into my life. My family, my friends, my own mind. Cutting away, the pages that tell my story. Only to reveal the true monster inside, the freak!! Condemnation??, fighting all my life. I’ve been taught to trust. Belief in a higher power. God. The one who created man, in turn creating everything man has made. Making the decision to give his only son’s life for the salvation of Man. WE!, have faith salvation is everyone. Still life goes on. People dying, babies born in a world that is more alive than a virus destroying the life of one. A world moving across a vast empty space with its own family. Not knowing but living, doing what it must because it must. Renewing its surface with what we see as destruction. Our lives threatened, damaged by the life of our planet. Made to shelter and keep the creation of God, this earth moving as it should. Passing on seasons, giving each life a chance to live to breath and eventually a chance to die. The only way to describe this end, the grief of ones child burying their parents. A bond broken with an empty response, silence in everything you grew to love and hate with love. There has never there been a time in my life where my faith in God and the salvation of man be tested. A life living only to be condemned into darkness. Saved from death, and exiled. Impossible as it seems, for God nothing is impossible. ‘Worship, praise, believe, and connect’ actions to be made and made in vain? My sin will drag me to hell, my knowledge will give me peace in knowing He IS there. Accepting a life in darkness is what lies before me.’To save to ones I hold dear’ until it’s said. ‘Salvation is individual’. God’s son came to die for our sins so that we may not. In turn making my salvation the most selfish act I can ever commit. ‘Renounce your God so that they may believe’. Impossible seems like an impossibility. What was once true is now a lie and what was once a lie is now a life. Still life moves on in such a way that this known fact, a thought lingering around our life. Taught to confess our sins, I take action. ‘Action’s of sexually immorality, lying, stealing, deceitful manipulation’ amount the least of these Rape, molestation’ I have single handedly created my life. ‘A child with no knowledge of this life beyond the noise, my sight, and senses’. Still life moves on, as if I never made those actions. Hurting anything around I walk in agony. Sin free becomes apparent. A life made to glorify God. Light shining from a single focal point. ‘SINNER’. Is my name among others, I have been marked. Different than others. Marked none the less.
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