The Reality. The Turn. The Walk

I wasn’t always a child of God

O the filth of the places I’ve often trod

I thought I was an individual blade of grass

springing up from the scattered seed.

Then suddenly things stopped adding up and

quickly became a “don’t tell even if they ask” kind of policy.

It felt as though I was all alone on a stage

and no one would applaud

When all along I was in a cookie-cutter people group

growing up out of the sod.

Until one day I was invited to church by a lowly friend

I could have never imagined the hurt and the pain that would extend

from my heart to my soul and would later overflow

to the reality that what I loved in life was a sin.

I began to see all the wrong I had done

And that God had sent His only begotten son

To die for all my transgressions and iniquities

My eyes had been opened, a tear rolled down my face

Softly, in the distance, a knock rapped upon the last soft place

of my heart and I knew that I was on the edge

The time had come to bid farewell to a life I once made a pledge.

As I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior

Joy overwhelmed my thoughts to think that later

I would hear the sweet heavenly sound of the symphony

Declaring the majesty of God our Father.

‘Tis such a sweet, sweet sound to hear that it is finished

To know that nothing could ever make His Grace diminished

For I could never be worthy

But still, on that day, He heard me!

So now as I constantly read and pray,

I try to walk with Christ each and every day

And share the word with those who haven’t heard

of the Amazing Saving Grace of the Lord.

But Oh! the things that I have come to find.

Some of which just blow my mind-

Like that only this world is bound by time

Or that the Holy Trinity is three in one

While talking with Himself, He’s also the Son.

What about when God took out Adam’s rib

To make Eve, so thankful He did!

And though many will get into an altercation

over the prophecying book of Revelations.

When is it that we will fly and ascend,

beginning, middle or end of the Tribulation?

There’s no way to know so don’t hate

It really doesn’t matter

If you know without a doubt

where you will be in relation to the pearly gates,

In or Out?

But Christians I must warn you!

That one day you’ll be walking tall,

Completely without a clue

that you’re about to fall.

Pride does seem to get the best of us these days

Especially when people get in our way…

Maybe you should check yourself

Before you put that Bible back on the shelf.

For keeping ourselves within reality

is a tricky thing you see,

And we are only human and we do make mistakes

but luckily for us we can pull through by faith.

So if you came just to enjoy the show

I hope that your mind has been challenged to grow

and to know that Jesus Christ is the key

by grace through faith are we saved,

Glory Be!

An abyss of differences

Why is that that people can’t get by each others differences. Both young and old become rude and sometimes indignant at the simple fact that their skin is a different color from others, or most often that the other person’s skin isn’t the same as theirs- it sounds like the same, but believe me, those are two completely different mindsets. The constant racist comments, from both sides mind you, end up causing problems beyond the imagination. In all honestly, no, Caucasian people do not, for the most part, understand what it’s like to be in slavery- but at the same time the ones that you live with in today’s society didn’t partake in it either, and they can’t be held accountable for their ancestors actions, and even if they were then you would have to acknowledge the fact that somewhere in there a white person had to be an abolitionist to make it happen- some white dude had to sign some document enabling desegregation. And I am aware that it isn’t the whole of our darker counterparts just as it isn’t the whole of whites who say things that are inappropriate. (I’m going to say African American or black- if you become offended because you’re not from Africa or you feel its derogatory, I apologize but I’ll use whatever it is that you prefer when the group as a whole can make up their mind. I mean nothing in disrespect, I’m just tired on stepping on someones toes no matter what I use. It’s simply an associative term in my opinion). Moving on… Also, why is it okay for our youth- the youth not more than a generation or two away from those who actually, first-hand, fought for equal rights- finds humor in these racist comments that cause so much strife. Or why do they have to label an activity as strictly White or Mexican or Black. It’s true, blacks, as a culture, are good at sports (specifically those of contact) and dancing and singing. But not all of them are. Just as Hispanics are diligent workers. And that’s not a bad thing. They were raised, culturally, to be hard workers and to be proud of what they do- if more whites and blacks were like that, things would be a lot better- but not all Mexicans are like that either. And all I hear from other cultures/races is that the white people take over everything- and to be honest, they tend to do that- but there isn’t a whole lot of others to compete. And I understand that there are still people out there in Americia that are racist and act accordingly in their business and service and whatnot, and shouldn’t be. But those people aren’t holding your future in their hands- they just closed of that particular door way; Do you really think that God is going to make your life miserable just because of this one guy- God is not racist and if you say otherwise, I advise that you simply don’t speak around me- because that’s just nonsense. Now, from what I understand about 80-90% of the black community will be in an uproar if they were to read my brief comment here if nothing more than I’m a white girl having a say about the African American community. But for those who may read- I am a part of a joyous Christian sorority where I am part of the small 1% of Caucasian girls- the remaining ladies are black. And I love each and every single one of them to death- it must be a miracle that we all act like sisters- who would have ever imagined…

Busy

All my life I’ve been told to slow down a bit, to work with what I have in front of me, that I’ve got too much on my plate- but for some reason, it’s what I do. That’s not to say that I can’t change, because I am fully able to alter my lifestyle. The problem is that I tend to gravitate towards at least 50 million different groups or organizations or such ever semester that add up the hours of lost sleep. But it keeps me going. It keeps my schedule tight, if I stand still for too long, and I know that I have an extended period of time, more often than not I become lacking in productivity. Though I do get good use out of my movies in those times. Though the added stress of feeling like I don’t have time to eat or only getting gas because I’ll never make it to my next destination despite the fact that I don’t have the time to spare- yes that heightened anxiety of racing against time- that stress and I seem to have a good thing going. I can never end my day and say that I didn’t do at least something, though rarely do I get everything crossed off my list. But every year it seems that there is something else, small, but yet something more to pile onto the towering list of things to do. I realized the vast amount of ”responsibilities” when I made out my To Do List for this week alone, which adds up to over 110 things, all to be done by next Saturday. And I promise you, somehow they’ll get done, yet still I’ll get sleep and food and get to work on time, and go to all of my classes and what not. It’s literally a miracle. Sometimes it’s like God himself has frozen time- though it sounds a bit pompous of me to say that He did it for me to get my stuff done- but it really does. Maybe one day I’ll pass out from the simple fact that I’m not the energizer bunny and I can’t just keep on going, but until then, I think I’ll work with what I have for now (until something else comes up ;)) and pray that God helps me through things and shows me what it really is that He wants me to do, or not do. This all might sound a bit odd to you, or it might relate completely. Either way, thanks for reading .

Bonjour Monde, C’est Moi!

Hello all, considering this is my first blogging page and the reasons behind me not having one until now, I think I’ll keep this to what my blogs are all about. They are simply my opinions. Please remember this while you are reading them. I do not say things in an attempt to irritate, frustrate, or eradicate your views and/or beliefs. In the instance that you would disagree with me on any subject strongly enough that you feel like you must comment, please do, but with maturity and strictly for the sake of debate; my blog is not a place for vacuous arguments. Also, I would truly appreciate that your word choices were appropriate and not vulgar. Thanks all!  I’ll blog later.