What is beauty? Truth is, I don't know. I don't think anyone does. Oh, sure, everyone has an idea of beauty - but it's just an idea. The designer will tell you that beauty is all in structure, patterns, and in creating the new. A model claims that it's found in your walk, your face. An actress - your name, or your voice. Really?
We are so superficial! We don't even know it! Every morning, I get up, and head straight to the bathroom. Shower. Hair. Make-up. Outfit. It's a routine - and I do it every morning. God must laugh - watching us to try and improve what we have - what he made JUST the way that he wants it.
People say that it's inner beauty - that's what really counts. And it does - but is that it? And WHAT IS inner beauty? Different people will tell you diferently. "It's who you are as a person." "It's the way that you interact with people." "It's the thoughts that we hold and what we value." "It's being a good person." Hmmm. Maybe none of them are true - maybe all of them are. Who am I to say what beauty really is?
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Well, if the whole world is the beholder, then the whole world has an opinion. Maybe we need not to focus on their opinions - but God's. And he thinks that we're all beautiful. Doesn't that mean that none of us are beautiful? I don't think so - because God knows each of us, completely and thoroughly. He sees each of us individually - and so each of us has an individual beauty.
That's what counts.
Friday, September 24, 2010
This is Us
This is us at our best
To take on the world
To trust eachother and ourselves
--
We walk through the open canopy
Some hand in hand
And sing the song that never dies
--
This is us to fight
When we're at our strongest
All one melody
--
Ready to be challenged
And hold our position
Against the storm
--
The breeze can't sway us
We march on
We smile at the sun
--
This is us when we're alive
Every little detail is noticable
We can see what other can't
--
We will not fail
We will make mistakes
But we will not fail
--
Summer is over
But we strive to battle the winter
And embrace the fall
--
When we feel we cannot go on
We do
And each holds his own
--
This is us in the present
When it matters most
This is us now
To take on the world
To trust eachother and ourselves
--
We walk through the open canopy
Some hand in hand
And sing the song that never dies
--
This is us to fight
When we're at our strongest
All one melody
--
Ready to be challenged
And hold our position
Against the storm
--
The breeze can't sway us
We march on
We smile at the sun
--
This is us when we're alive
Every little detail is noticable
We can see what other can't
--
We will not fail
We will make mistakes
But we will not fail
--
Summer is over
But we strive to battle the winter
And embrace the fall
--
When we feel we cannot go on
We do
And each holds his own
--
This is us in the present
When it matters most
This is us now
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Sam the Over Confident Spider
One Sunny Saturday a shuddery spider moved along the street with spacious strides. He felt special, even superior. He took on sawflies, stick bugs and silkworms nothing could squash him. He was the best of the spider showcase. He challenged showers, sprinklers, and storm clouds. Him, water did not swallow. Snakes, squirrels, and children’s sneakers him, they did not slaughter. He knew in his spacious heart that nothing could slap him silly.
His name was Sam and he was stylish, smart, and skinny. Unlike his brother who was style less, stupid, and stocky. You do the math who is the family favorite. That’s right Sam, Sam is everyone’s favorite. He’s perfect, sensitive, strong and defiantly pretty special. Everyone knew it including him. That’s was the problem he knew it and cared about deeply. The truth is there is something that could slap him silly, and that’s the swallow. Most deadly bird of all and everyone feared it except Sam. So when he ran into this Swallow he decided he could take it on too like all the other things. But because he didn’t use his head the bird ate him. All the other spiders learned that being good at something and working hard is one thing but being proud and cocky is another thing. Having a little fear is ok.
His name was Sam and he was stylish, smart, and skinny. Unlike his brother who was style less, stupid, and stocky. You do the math who is the family favorite. That’s right Sam, Sam is everyone’s favorite. He’s perfect, sensitive, strong and defiantly pretty special. Everyone knew it including him. That’s was the problem he knew it and cared about deeply. The truth is there is something that could slap him silly, and that’s the swallow. Most deadly bird of all and everyone feared it except Sam. So when he ran into this Swallow he decided he could take it on too like all the other things. But because he didn’t use his head the bird ate him. All the other spiders learned that being good at something and working hard is one thing but being proud and cocky is another thing. Having a little fear is ok.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
A Letter from Hell
Hey everybody out there..I think this is really important. I'm going to try to attach the YouTube video but I'm also going to type it up. It's powerful...so if you are the type who is easily frightened don't watch the link.
http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=YFZ1pt0WX5c&feature=related
What if?
What if you had a friend who died without knowing Jesus as their personal savior?
What if he or she went to Hell?
What if one day you received a letter in the mail from beyond?
A letter from Hell.
A letter from your friend in the flames of eternal torment.
The following is a letter from a fictitious High School student named Josh, to a friend named Zach. Although Zach had every opportunity to tell Josh about Jesus...he didn't.
They were best friends.
They played soccer together.
They went to classes together.
They partied together.
They shared their lives with each other.
But there was one thing Zack held back from Josh...
...His personal relationship with Jesus Christ.
The rest of the story is simple and sad...
A few too many beers,
A tragic drive home.
A crash.
A death.
A funeral
...
A letter
Here is that letter in entirety
A letter form Hell
Dear Zach,
I died today. It's a lot different than what I expected, you see I always thought that dying would bring me to a world that is foggy and hazy... But this place is crystal clear. It's even more real that my life on Earth. I can think. I can talk. I can even feel. Right after the wreck I could feel my spirit leaving my body, it was the weirdest thing Zach...I thought I heard you screaming out to me man, I must have just been imagining things. At first I was just standing in line, getting registered I guess. They asked me for my name and began to look in this thing they call the Book of Life...I guess they couldn't find it though because this huge angel standing next to me took my arm and started dragging me away, I was terrified. I had no idea what was going on, I asked the Angel where he was taking me, but he didn't answer. So I ask again. Finally he told me that only those whose names who are written in the Book of Life could enter into Heaven...The rest would be condemned to Hell forever.
Man I was scared. The angel threw me into some kind of holding cell where I have been sitting and thinking for a whole long long time. Do you want to know what I have been thinking about? I've been thinking about YOU.
Zach your a Christian. You told me so yourself. I mean we have talked about this three different times today...Delly brought it up,
You laughed it off
Coach Adams brought it up
You changed the subject.
I mean it came up right before the wreck...
Well the question I can't get out of my mind was this Zach.
Why haven't you ever told me about how to become a Christian?
You say you are my friend, but if you really were you would have told me about me about...Jesus. Told me how to escape this horrible place that I'm headed for!
I can feel my heart cracking in my chest, the angels who have been chosen to cast me into Hell are coming down the hallway! I can hear their voices...I have heard of this Hell Zach...They call it the Lake of Fire. I can't stand it Zach... I am terrified! The Angels are at the door, oh no! nooooo! They are coming in and are pointing at me! They're grabbing me, and carrying me out of the room! I can already smell the burning sulfur and brimstone. I can see the edge of the cliff..this is it, I am without help! We are coming closer! Closer! CLOSER! My heart is bursting with fear! They are holding me over the flames! I am damned forever! This is it, they have thrown me in.
Fire.
Pain.
Hell!
...Why didn't you ever tell me about...
Jesus.
Signed your friend,
Josh
P.S. Wish you were here...
Don't' bother me.
Don't' bother me with souls to save.
I have my own agenda.
There's school to do, sports to play,
important stuff to attend to.
Don't' bother me with my friend at work.
He's got his own religion, I don't have time to change his mind.
He'll make his own decision.
Don't bother me with that little girl,
the girl playing in the street.
She's much too young to understand
That the Saviour she could meet
Don't bother me with the sounds I hear.
The sounds of people shrieking, although I wonder who they are
Who are these victims
Screaming?
Don't bother me with who they are,
I really don't want the blame
Cause it's my friend at work and that little girl
Who form Hell scream out my name.
But don't bother me.
http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=YFZ1pt0WX5c&feature=related
What if?
What if you had a friend who died without knowing Jesus as their personal savior?
What if he or she went to Hell?
What if one day you received a letter in the mail from beyond?
A letter from Hell.
A letter from your friend in the flames of eternal torment.
The following is a letter from a fictitious High School student named Josh, to a friend named Zach. Although Zach had every opportunity to tell Josh about Jesus...he didn't.
They were best friends.
They played soccer together.
They went to classes together.
They partied together.
They shared their lives with each other.
But there was one thing Zack held back from Josh...
...His personal relationship with Jesus Christ.
The rest of the story is simple and sad...
A few too many beers,
A tragic drive home.
A crash.
A death.
A funeral
...
A letter
Here is that letter in entirety
A letter form Hell
Dear Zach,
I died today. It's a lot different than what I expected, you see I always thought that dying would bring me to a world that is foggy and hazy... But this place is crystal clear. It's even more real that my life on Earth. I can think. I can talk. I can even feel. Right after the wreck I could feel my spirit leaving my body, it was the weirdest thing Zach...I thought I heard you screaming out to me man, I must have just been imagining things. At first I was just standing in line, getting registered I guess. They asked me for my name and began to look in this thing they call the Book of Life...I guess they couldn't find it though because this huge angel standing next to me took my arm and started dragging me away, I was terrified. I had no idea what was going on, I asked the Angel where he was taking me, but he didn't answer. So I ask again. Finally he told me that only those whose names who are written in the Book of Life could enter into Heaven...The rest would be condemned to Hell forever.
Man I was scared. The angel threw me into some kind of holding cell where I have been sitting and thinking for a whole long long time. Do you want to know what I have been thinking about? I've been thinking about YOU.
Zach your a Christian. You told me so yourself. I mean we have talked about this three different times today...Delly brought it up,
You laughed it off
Coach Adams brought it up
You changed the subject.
I mean it came up right before the wreck...
Well the question I can't get out of my mind was this Zach.
Why haven't you ever told me about how to become a Christian?
You say you are my friend, but if you really were you would have told me about me about...Jesus. Told me how to escape this horrible place that I'm headed for!
I can feel my heart cracking in my chest, the angels who have been chosen to cast me into Hell are coming down the hallway! I can hear their voices...I have heard of this Hell Zach...They call it the Lake of Fire. I can't stand it Zach... I am terrified! The Angels are at the door, oh no! nooooo! They are coming in and are pointing at me! They're grabbing me, and carrying me out of the room! I can already smell the burning sulfur and brimstone. I can see the edge of the cliff..this is it, I am without help! We are coming closer! Closer! CLOSER! My heart is bursting with fear! They are holding me over the flames! I am damned forever! This is it, they have thrown me in.
Fire.
Pain.
Hell!
...Why didn't you ever tell me about...
Jesus.
Signed your friend,
Josh
P.S. Wish you were here...
Don't' bother me.
Don't' bother me with souls to save.
I have my own agenda.
There's school to do, sports to play,
important stuff to attend to.
Don't' bother me with my friend at work.
He's got his own religion, I don't have time to change his mind.
He'll make his own decision.
Don't bother me with that little girl,
the girl playing in the street.
She's much too young to understand
That the Saviour she could meet
Don't bother me with the sounds I hear.
The sounds of people shrieking, although I wonder who they are
Who are these victims
Screaming?
Don't bother me with who they are,
I really don't want the blame
Cause it's my friend at work and that little girl
Who form Hell scream out my name.
But don't bother me.
Desicion
Choice. Pain. Life.
Going through transitions in life is difficult. There will always be the pros and cons but there will always be consequences. In the end you have to figure out what is best for you. I mean thinking about others is important, but sometimes you have think about yourself, what will be best for you. You will always be given different opinions but really the one person's opinion who matters the most is God's. I can guarantee that He will help you through it, he may not give you an answer but then he will comfort you. Life is all ups and downs, and when your in a down just go with the flow and follow your heart. Make it the best you can;...just remember to smile :)
Going through transitions in life is difficult. There will always be the pros and cons but there will always be consequences. In the end you have to figure out what is best for you. I mean thinking about others is important, but sometimes you have think about yourself, what will be best for you. You will always be given different opinions but really the one person's opinion who matters the most is God's. I can guarantee that He will help you through it, he may not give you an answer but then he will comfort you. Life is all ups and downs, and when your in a down just go with the flow and follow your heart. Make it the best you can;...just remember to smile :)
Molded World
The world is now minature. Miny. Miniscule. We are tiny figures living in a molded universe. Picture it, scale down with your eyes, use a shrink ray. You now are living as a tiny human in a miny modal world.
Trees may be little but they are still as great and definatly not made of plastic. Roads, cars, rocks, rivers, all part of a planned space.We're like walking barbies, and guess whos our owner.
God must giggle at our tiny plastic hair and makeup brushes that we use to look pretty. Seriously cant we be happy with the way we are?He watches us build our doll houses and plan them out to the very last detail. Picking out furniture, hanging curtins, and washing dishes.
Even though we are tiny, we act like giants. The world revovlves around us. Maybe if we viewed everything tiny, including ourselves, our heads wouldn't be so big
Trees may be little but they are still as great and definatly not made of plastic. Roads, cars, rocks, rivers, all part of a planned space.We're like walking barbies, and guess whos our owner.
God must giggle at our tiny plastic hair and makeup brushes that we use to look pretty. Seriously cant we be happy with the way we are?He watches us build our doll houses and plan them out to the very last detail. Picking out furniture, hanging curtins, and washing dishes.
Even though we are tiny, we act like giants. The world revovlves around us. Maybe if we viewed everything tiny, including ourselves, our heads wouldn't be so big
Saturday, September 11, 2010
"How Does One Fight?"
I know that look now
Of one who's trying to pretend all things are right
She thinks she's got it
Until she's alone by herself at night
She cries for comfort
Even though she tries so hard to be perfect on the outside
And her heart
Is cracking under the waves
And it's dragging her down
Under the weight
To the depths of her own depression
How does one fight
When the fight ain't fair?
How does one laugh
When a smile's so rare?
How does one live
When the will's not there?
I wonder, without You
Would the will be there?
Her will's not there
Some days she gets up
And it feels like the walls have finally closed in too tight
Some days she wakes up
And she wonders if she should just take flight
To get away from
All the battles waging inside her heart
Making it hard to breathe
Yet she's losing the fight
To the dawning of night
And still she prays for light
How does one fight
When the fight ain't fair?
How does one laugh
When a smile's so rare?
How does one live
When the will's not there?
I wonder, withou You
Would the will be there?
Her will can't be there
What can she do?
Her exterior's finally cracking
All of those dazzling smiles
They were only masking
All of the pain
Built up inside
But she can no longer hide
Herself from you
How can she fight
When the fight ain't fair?
How can she laugh
When a smile's so rare?
How can she live
When the will's not there?
I wonder without You
Would the will be there?
Now her will's there
Oh it's there
I know that look now
Of one who's finally found her way home
Of one who's trying to pretend all things are right
She thinks she's got it
Until she's alone by herself at night
She cries for comfort
Even though she tries so hard to be perfect on the outside
And her heart
Is cracking under the waves
And it's dragging her down
Under the weight
To the depths of her own depression
How does one fight
When the fight ain't fair?
How does one laugh
When a smile's so rare?
How does one live
When the will's not there?
I wonder, without You
Would the will be there?
Her will's not there
Some days she gets up
And it feels like the walls have finally closed in too tight
Some days she wakes up
And she wonders if she should just take flight
To get away from
All the battles waging inside her heart
Making it hard to breathe
Yet she's losing the fight
To the dawning of night
And still she prays for light
How does one fight
When the fight ain't fair?
How does one laugh
When a smile's so rare?
How does one live
When the will's not there?
I wonder, withou You
Would the will be there?
Her will can't be there
What can she do?
Her exterior's finally cracking
All of those dazzling smiles
They were only masking
All of the pain
Built up inside
But she can no longer hide
Herself from you
How can she fight
When the fight ain't fair?
How can she laugh
When a smile's so rare?
How can she live
When the will's not there?
I wonder without You
Would the will be there?
Now her will's there
Oh it's there
I know that look now
Of one who's finally found her way home
This is an original, COPYRIGHT (hehe) song that I wrote, and have the music for.
Let me know what you think!
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