Words That Lose the Race.

The other day i decided that i wanted to write a few encouragement notes to some of the girls in my youth group and throughout my life. The words were merely praising them for their attributes and encouraging them in their walk with the Lord. On the opposite sides of the cards i would write a scripture for the girl to just back up the encouraging words, but this struck me. When looking at the cards i saw God's words sitting right there next to mine, but how could they even compare? I thought about it for a second and the holy spirit reminded me that my words will fade. They will try to run the race of time and they will fail. But God's words are forever, their meanings never change and their motives will always be pure. Me on the other hand, my words will hurt people, i will burn forests down with the spark of my tongue and my motives will not always be honorable. Doesn't it bring you immense hope to believe in a God that is so steadfast, even his words will outlast your very own life? Do you know anything else in your life that lasts longer than you do? And have been before you? Just ponder what forever looks like and let the words of God narrarate the story. Its a great story.

Wake Up America.

What is America thinking? How could we just sit back and watch the rest of the world starve and die of hunger when we are complaining whether or not we should get Togos or Subway for dinner? How is it that so many of our churches preach the "good news" and when push come to shove never step out of the comfortable air conditioned offices that they have been so used to doing Jesus' work from? Didnt God call us to lay down our lives for a friend because there is no greater love than that? How many of you know someone who would sacrifice everything they had just to see a friend have a decent meal? How is it that this "great" nations leaders are so involved in finding oil in the middle east that they fail to look not even a couple of thousand mile to the east and the west to see little children and whole tribes of people are being persecuted and annihilated for just existing? How is it that we are so focused on who is going out with Britney Spears and whats on our itunes playlists that we miss the whole point of life, this glorious thing that we were made to glorify God? If we are Christs bride and he is our groomsman how ugly of a bride are we? Stained with the shame of selfishness topped with a vail of hypocrisy! It says in the word of God that we are all brothers and sisters in Christ, that we are one body under the name of Christ...Do you know that when we all fail to provide to the least of these we are failing to serve Christ? I mean Jesus even told us himself that if we serve the least of these it will be unto him..YET WE MISS THE POINT! Didnt Jesus tell us to lose our lives so we can gain it? How much of your life are you really losing? A couple of half hearted minutes to pray? I dont escape this same conviction but hear my heart in this...we are going down fast. The enemy has put scales on our eyes, deceiving us from our selfishness. I dont know about you but this is a serious problem, one that we cant just sit back and ignore any longer. If one of our brothers or neighbors or people around us falls...we all fall, whether that is in Iran or England or Down your street. WE are all a net, and if there is a hole in the net, everyone is gonna fall through. The bottom line in this is Love..because without that, there would be nothing else..nothing would have purpose..SO seriously ask yourself this question...What can i sacrifice for Christ? Pray about how God can use you to help change this huge problem. None of us can do it alone, but together..we can spread the Love of Christ to all People everywhere.

He Is.

He is my confidant, my best friend, my savior, and my healer, my everything. He is who I confine in, the shadow when I walk, the air within my lungs, the passion in my soul, the love within my heart, he is my significant other, my love, my hero, my provider, the reason I live, the infinite, the hand upon my shoulder, the tissue to wipe my tears, he is my rock, my Shepard, my master, my king, my trust, my heart, my home, my confidence.

The smile on my face, my concern, my life, my sacrifice, my reverence, my humility, my dreams, my hopes, my faith. He is the thought within my mind, the hands to do the work, the words inside my mouth, the food that I live upon, and water to my soul. He is the wisdom, the peace, the kindness of a friend, the past, present and future. HE is the king of kings, the lamb on the alter, the messiah, he is nature, the moments that take my breath away. He is the voice who keeps me still, the spirit that leads my life, the spring in my step, the laughter, the music, and the truth. HE is the way, the truth, the life, the power, the innocence, the everlasting, the ultimate, my protection, the victory, and the freedom. The release from a bondage, the arms waiting for you at the end of a long journey, the fun, the secrets in our souls, the one who understands, the path to travel on, the narrow, my father, my joy.

He is the one I will run to, the one I will give my life for, the compassion for the nations, the love that brings me home, the sight that makes me cry. HE is my plan, my beauty, my suffering, the grace and mercy I find. He is my morning chat, my teacher, my corrector, my spirit, and my worth, my everything.

All that is, Is what he is.

Jesus.

Stolen Identities.

Today i decided to go on a really long walk. As i was walking i came across someone's doctors appointment card lying wet and crumpled on the ground away from someone's mailbox. I knew that those usually contain a lot of personal information and in this day and age people use your information to steal your identities. They tap into your money and investments and reck havoc on your life. I felt like the lord was telling me to pick up the card so i could properly dispose of it and keep evil far from the persons personal life. But i kept walking, why did i keep on walking? I decided that i would just simply loop back from my walk when i was done and pick up the paper if it was still there. But as i started thinking about that card it came to my mind that I myself have a stolen identity. Colossians 3: 3-4 and 9-11 says:

"For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God. ⁴When Christ, who is your life, appears, then you also will appear with him in glory 9Do not lie to each other, since you have taken off your old self with its practices ¹⁰and have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge in the image of its Creator. ¹¹Here there is no Greek or Jew, circumcised or uncircumcised, barbarian, Scythian, slave or free, but Christ is all, and is in all."

This thought just blew my mind! I died and now my life is hidden in Christ. There is no Courtney Frybarger without Christ. He is the image that has taken me captive and made us one in the same. He has taken my hands and feet and made them his own. He has taken my sins and put them on himself, God only sees Christ's atonement when he looks at me. How amazing is that? Christ took on my lowly, humanly image that is so meager and miniscule to him as God and made it his own. God broke all the rules, we are dirt compared to Holy God. He didnt have to make himself a man, but he did and then died in order that he may live in me. He stole my identity and brought me into his glorious kingdom as an heir and daughter of Christ. He has taken my old identity and thrown it away, i am a new creation bearing the glory of Christ which lives inside of me. This world squabbles over their differences and status but Christ is all and is in all! Can you even wrap your mind around that?! I find myself dumbfounded at the thought that Christ would take everything from me to make me his own. He doesn't get the good end of the deal, i do! That isn't even fair, but that is how great our God is. I bear the image of my Creator, his image and identity is sealed in me. I should have no confidence in my own flesh, but lean solely on the name of Jesus Christ who has taken me captive in him, he has taken my identity, by all means i give it to him. What am i compared to Christ? He wouldn't have kept walking from that doctors appointment card, he wants that persons identity to be one with his. He wants to tap into everything that you are and take it as if it was his very own life. That is the glory of Christ, that he would take the nothingness we have to offer him and make it the same power that he possess. I want to serve that God, i am humbled by that God, My identity has been stolen by that God. So who are you today?

Why does my prayer time smell like Febrez?

The other day i sprayed my carpets with Febrez to freshen up the smell in my room. Now, that being said, my prayer time should absolutely smell like Febrez because of the fact of my face being so close to the ground when i pray. Lately my life has required me to pray for things whole heartedly, surrendered to my saviour. The best way for me to give everything up when i pray is to physically be in the position of vulnerability. Bowing before your king and begging him to change things in your life is amazingly powerful. Could you imagine the honor you would feel if someone you loved came to you on their face and begged you to be with them and help them through something? Would you reject them or show immense compassion to their gesture? This fact tugs at my heart, i think that so many of us (including myself!) have lost the beauty of complete surrender. In every other country in the world, bowing before royalty is essential. It shows them that their country respects them and honors them, why wouldnt we do that for Jesus Christ? A royalty so amazing the world has never had another one like him. So today i simply put out for not only me, but whoever reads this to pray on your knees to win the battles in your lives, there is not better way to win a fight against the enemy. So choose your favorite scent of Febrez and get to it, the king is waiting for you.

Living in Light of the Gospel.

Its been awhile since i have been on and written something. I do believe i completely missed May and now i'm just catching the tail end of June. Today i was thinking about a lofty idea, something that hit me when i stepped out of its realm. Living in light of the Gospel. It is the very essence of Christianity. When i step out of its glorious light i find that everything is darker and hope seems to slip away over the horizon. Today i also got a little to focused on what i wanted, i'm re-modeling my room so that in turn has become one of my biggest priorities with the time i have this summer. My mother asked me to do the dishes and instead of putting down what i was doing for her sake, i kept on pursuing my own desire. And after i got into a quarrel with her and frazzled both her and i's emotions it hit me: i need to start purposefully pursuing a life that is in light of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. What that means is living a life that sacrifices human comforts, puts others before one's self, lays down a life for a friend's and has a mind that does not consider what may benefit him tomorrow, but rather benefit the kingdom of God for eternity. I made the choice today to not obey my mother in her wish and it made me conscious of that fact due to the painful reality that the Holy Spirit does not move without the light of the gospel shining on it. It feels like when i disobey God the world seems a lot darker, a deep conviction pains my heart and the cross calls me back again. THAT is living in light of the Gospel, obeying the beckoning call of Christ even after you were the one sheep that left the 99. Living as a follower of Christ is not dodging the bombs of hypocrites, its being a mirror for God to reflect his image into. Its being a piece of clay or a canvas being formed by its creator into a destined work of art, something that the artist is proud to call its own. Its a mother cradling her child when they cry and a father protecting his family in a crisis. Being a sold out follower of Christ isnt about a structured church service or a map of confusing rules to obey, its living in the astonishing truth that Jesus Christ died for our sins and we are free from the condemnation of death. What else is better than that to live in light of? If your in the dark at this moment, proceed to your knees and ask your Father in heaven to turn the light on. If your are expecting a candle, brace yourself because he's pulling out the stadium lights. And in this case, conserving energy is a waste of eternity.

If you will live for anything, then will you die for nothing?

Its 12:16 am and im sitting here in my kitchen quite alone besides the hum of my refridgerator and the ticking of the clock. Looking at the clock reminds me that time is forever slipping away on this earth, which also means that its counting down to the glorious reappearing of my lord Jesus Christ. My heart is gripped with the burden of the lost. Their souls wander this earth with no cause, no ground sense of purpose, no hope to call their own. If they will live for anything, then does that mean they will die for nothing?

I cant imagine a life where every day is filled with a desperate jump from one crumbling foundation to another. Whether it be drugs or finding fulfillment in a relationship, or even things that arent frowned upon in society such as security in money or education! How is it that we of little faith put our trust in things that are so trivial and temporary. Just imagine if we could see the whole picture, if we had eyes with an eternal perspective. Would your life change? I certainly know mine would. I would stop living for anything. Jumping from earthly comfort to more earthly comfort. I would stop finding rest in my job, bank account and social status and start looking at the big picture.

Then comes the question of what you die for. Throughout our world today people die for things everyday. Some die for their country, some die for their religions and some just die because THEY want to. Think of it this way, what if WHAT we died for was revolutionized? What if our death had so much more purpose that our birth? If every single step, action, breath, thought, movement and resource was put into motion for the purpose of our death. In other words, we lived to die. We had the eyes and heart of God that focus on whats to come, not what has been or is now. We would live not for anything but for Jesus Christ and his call and also died not for nothing but for the glory and honor of our God in heaven.

Just stop and reflect upon what you live for and possibly what you are going to die for. If what you are living for is not soley for the glory of Jesus Christ and you profess to follow him, take a second look at your decision. Then turn to your death, will it be the most amazing day of your existence? Or will it be hopless and empty and a remorseful occasion. Choose who you live for. Choose who you die for.

Hebrews 2:8-10

"In putting everything under him, God left nothing that is not subject to him. Yet at present we do not see everything subject to him. 9But we see Jesus, who was made a little lower than the angels, now crowned with glory and honor because he suffered death, so that by the grace of God he might taste death for everyone.
10In bringing many sons to glory, it was fitting that God, for whom and through whom everything exists, should make the author of their salvation perfect through suffering."

Why do my pockets feel so comfortable?

One day i was standing around just thinking and i noticed how comfortable it felt just to rest my hands safely in my pockets. I didnt have to shake anyones hand or ring up a customer or do much of anything at all. Then just as this comforting thought left my mind another thought convicted me without missing a beat. It is so much easier to hold onto the things inside our pockets than it is to let it go. Physically and spiritually we all have those"pockets".  

Physically our pockets can be big or small. We could carry a lot of stuff or a little bit of stuff. Say for instance, car keys? a wallet? chapstick? change? receipts? It could be anything. But how often do you decide to let go of that stuff? Most often those are the most vital things you need for wherever you are going. For instance, you are driving out of the Wal-mart parking lot and you see a man that is obviously needy. He looks hungry and is terribly thin. You remember that you just got 10 back in change from your purchase. Does whether or not that man might do drugs cross your mind? Does the light change right before you can roll down the window and give him your money? If these thoughts compel you to keep driving then your pockets are to comfortable. Your not willing to give of your valuables, your most essentials to help God and his children. 

Well here is another thing to think about, your spiritual pockets. God tells us that we should be full of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. But how often are we even willing to give God those things through our service? Here is a really real example for me: Your at work and a customer comes busting into the store in a raging fit because YOU just messed up on a return. The customer is angry, yelling and obviously is not giving you the sort of respect you deserve. As a human being, your first response is usually to defend yourself and make yourself look your best in front of your manager, even though you know you just made a mistake. But i think God had a different plan for you and the wealth of love he has given you, stored right in your pocket. Its your choice, are your pockets not so comfortable that you could lend some of that love and show that customer Christ? Or is it so comfortable that you will keep Christ's hands from moving from within the pockets? One thing i do hope is, that i find just mere lint on the insides of my pockets when im gone, because i gave everything i had to give away. 

My Life is West, So I Will Go East.

Yesterday, i was on my way to school and i drove by a bus stop, do mind you i was already running late and i needed to get to school and then work. I prayed against anxiety and kept on driving. Then I looked over to the bus stop and saw this women that i had served at a homeless ministry a couple of months ago. But again i just kept driving for another block, when all of a sudden, it felt like the holy spirit had put a 10 foot brick wall in front of my heart, and i had just run into it.
I had to turn around, something inside me was not okay with leaving her there in the hot sun. So, in the middle of ths busy street i quickly found a place to turn around, i felt like Jesus really took the wheel. I parked the car in a neighborhood next to the bus stop and got out to ask her if she needed a ride.
She hesitated at first because she wasnt sure if i was serious, then she asked if i could take her to the post office and the bank and her storage unit to sort somethings out.I had to think about it for a second, because i knew i needed to get stuff done, but my next thought was, would Jesus keep on driving? Then i quickly said, yes, yes of course i will take you where you need to go.

So off we went, she still couldnt wrap her mind around why i had stopped. Well, we got to talking and at first it was small talk, trying to break the general awkwardness that came in thos first few moments. Then she talked about how she catholic and she had gone to the church every night that week for a retreat. I just sat there and listened and drove.

As we got farther and farther she started to open up about her life, it choked her to tears to have someone to talk to, someone that cared enough to stop for her and just listen to her story. Then she asked me my age, and when i told her, she gasped and told me i was just a kid, and that kids dont do stuff like this.

I went further to explain that its Jesus that works through me, and that she is my family and i couldnt leave her on the side of the road like that. Finally we went to her last stop got back in the car so i could take her wherever she needed to be for the day. She decided she wanted to go to a bus stop right by my school, so it worked out perfectly for me. In those last few minutes while we were together, she still had this happy radiance that was contagious. The wrinkles in her face seemed less sad than when i had first met her at the bus stop. Before she got out of the car i prayed for her, i prayed for favor and protection. She then thanked me over and over again and said i was a true miracle from heaven.

And that is my point, for that one hour it wasnt about me. It was about a lady who by the worlds standards has nothing, but in heaven has everything. That hour was one of the best in my entire life, not only did that lady see Jesus in me, but i didnt let my age stop me from following the call of the Holy Spirit , i went in the opposite direction of what i knew i wanted to do and ran for the arms of my saviour who wanted to help this lady. My life was west, so i went east. Now i know what Jesus meant when he said, 'Whoever keeps his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life will keep it." Which way are you headed?

A Quest For Lily Whiteness.

Ive made an observation lately about the people around me. Working at "Justice" the mega tween store of America, i see girls from ages 2 to 80 everyday. I see different shapes and sizes and faces and personalities. Some of them are kids, some of them are moms, some of them are grandmas. Oddly, it comes down to something that is hard to explain. Something that seems to be missing amongst this vast age pool of females ; Lily Whiteness.

I have been reading the book "Authentic Beauty" for the last couple months and the author brings up this concept of living a pure and holy life. The parallel goes hand in hand with being Lily White among thorns. The Lily being your spiritual beauty and devotion to Jesus Christ your prince and the thorns being the evil of this world. And in the so many faces and people i come into contact on a daily basis, the majority being women, i have yet to see a truly Lily White figure to boast upon. It seems that this women should have Proverbs 31 boldly written across her forehead and every detail and trace of radiant beauty exuding from her. In the eyes of so many, striving to reach this almost impossible status, she is elegant, she is put together, she is poised, she is proper, trained, primped, modest and smiles in every situation of every day.

But i cant help but think that this women is tired, trapped and in all honesty trying to do something that she can never do alone. This being the impossible task of being immaculate. That is where the Lily concept becomes so crucially vital. The key is that being Lily white has NOTHING to do with being perfect, and it has everything to do with deep and intimate relationship with your savior Jesus Christ. Now that being said, the women i encounter everyday very well may be saved, but its a whole other title to be lily white, because its the reflection of your counterpart: Jesus. Everything in your world revolves around him. Every step and action and word has undeniable purpose, in order to be a crystal clear reflection of the one who made you.

And to bring this full circle, this is my quest to Lily Whiteness. To sacrifice for, protect and fight for purity one step at a time with my loving prince at my side. Its not going to be easy, but i would rather be a Lily than a thorn... Who would want to repel everything and everyone because of a sharp and dagger like shell? Flowers anyone?

The Heartbeat of God.

Some people argue that the Holy Spirit and his gifts were put to rest long ago when Jesus left this earth. Others even claim that it never existed. I have a much different theory than the latter two : the Holy Spirit is alive and well in my own life and millions of people around the
world as well.

That being said, last night at my youth group we had a time of worship that was unique for our group. Instead of singing on the microphone and having the mighty drum set leading the procession of our band, we had intimate guitars and a bongo type beat going on. The band had come down off the stage to ground level, causing the already timid students to holdback from coming up front even more than usual. But the worship went on, and the hearts that have been captured by God's love sang in unadulterated reverance to his name.

I however, stayed back and just took in the moment and the love i felt from my creator. I observed the puberty sticken boys and girls on higher levels of the seating not quite connecting with the majestic beauty of the moment. Others had blank stares on their faces, perhaps not comfortable or familiar with worshiping. Then there were the few who were set apart, Gods chosen few who have their names written in the book of life. Their often found on their knees praying, their hands held high with their hearts abandoned or oddly givinig their time and love like it will never run out. Those were the few that recieved great reward from this tender moment with their saviour.

While i was sitting there, i read 1 Corinthians 3 , about how Paul showed the people who God was not by mans wisdom, but by God working in the people. He didnt baby the gospel or have to beef it up for people to fall madly in love with God, it was what it was, and it was truth. The truth set the people free.

By the last song of worship i was ready to just close my eyes and listen for Gods voice, and thats when i heard the heartbeat of God. The sound of a few dozen teenagers singing became the 100 million angels singing to Jesus Christ on the right hand of God at this very second. The stage lights that shine dimly on the band and its audience was the glorioius light of God himself, radiating the heavens beyond comprehension. Then there was the beat of the band, two hands and a box like drum became something so significant my heart could barely understand it. It became the heartbeat of God, just like it leads the band, keeps the tempo, God himself in the same way leads my life, its my salvation and my reason. The heartbeat of God calls me home day after day. Its what i live for and its what i will die for, that is my God. And as i layed my head down to sleep after all of this revelation, all i heard was his heartbeat, as i layed my head on his chest. Thats my God. Could a God withouth a Holy Spirit do that? You tell me.

Sit.

My heart was an empty room, 

I sat there alone and stared. 

Stared at the writing on the walls, 

And wondered how i let it all fall. 

My mouth grew silent as my soul grew loud, 

God had already warned me that he corrects the proud. 

I sat there in a state of wonder, 

Wondering how i let myself take on the blame. 

Shouldn't i have remembered the cross has no shame? 

I sat there and dreamt, 

Dreamt of a heart with no guilt hidden inside, 

The Holy Spirit affirmed i had nothing to hide, 

When he was always there to abide.

I sat there with my hands held high, 

High enough to offer all the peoples lies, 

Yet again God affirmed me that in heaven those die. 

I sat there and thought about joy, 

Joy was never something i grasped, except in boys. 

I sat there in a state of panic and fear, 

Fear of something so much bigger than my tedious tears. 

So where is the hope? Where is the faith?

Where is the love that helps me cope? 

I looked to the left, and i looked to the right, 

And all of the sudden i saw God in his might. 

The writing on the walls were a reflection of me, 

Jesus is in love with everything i even try to be. 

So i will open the door, Here Jesus come in and sit. 

And i'll reach for his hand to get me out of this pit. 

Then before i know it, he'll teach me to stand, 

And i will suddenly realize, 

This all never strayed from what he had always planned. 

The Broken Heart and Dirty Water : Mind The Gap.

Lately i have been dealing with my call towards serving God's people in Africa. Those people fill the visions of my mind in the late hours of the night, desperate prayers leave my lips for their single need of knowing Jesus Christ as their Savior, mighty works have been done in my heart to prepare me for the life ahead in this land i do not know. Im leaving my comfort zone here in America to pursue this dream, no, not just a dream, but an undeniable call from heaven itself. I desire with every fiber of my being to be used as a tool solely for the purpose of loving people who no one takes the time of day to care about. To fight for the heart of the king where no one else will go.

However it just makes me wonder though, Why doesnt America, a "Christian" nation, focus on such a call as a whole? Do you realize how much this nation could accomplish if we loosed the grip of our greedy hands and freely poured our resources out on the hurting people of this Earth? Which brings me even further in, Why is breaking God's heart so easy? When Jesus said care for the least of these and it will be as if we were doing it unto him , do you think there was sarcasm in his eyes? Can you imagine sitting at the feet of Jesus and him saying "Give your Costco 35 pack of water to that lady over there, her children are about to die of thirst" and without even a thought of that woman or her children you say 'Well Jesus, im going on a run later, i need to stay hydrated". Its inconcievable. Jesus also talked about water with the Samaritan woman : "Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water i give him will never thirst" (John 4:13-14) I cant help but think that we are all drinking dirty water, that although America has the most purified and safe drinking water in the entire world we are poisoning ourselves with polluted "spiritual" water. We dump our greed, lust, gossip, lies, selfish ambition and hatred into the once pure spring that God created and then we curse him for us being spiritually "dry". Would you feel "refreshed" if you scooped up a cup of the water that runs through the streams of Africa and drankn it? The disease ridden, brown, human waste infested water that those people drink from every single day and ultimatley end up dying from. Can you imagine THAT being your only source of hydration? Furthermore,without God's water and the concecration of our lives to him, we will die from "spiritual" dehydration ourselves.

In an odd way, i envy those people dying from dirty water, its a far less price to pay than to die from spiritual thirst because its temporary. The things that we let get into our faith sustaining water now effects our entire eternity. As insanely crazy as it sounds, i would rather go through an entire lifetime on earth suffering and dying of physical thirst then get to heaven and find out I didnt let God truely hydrate me or rather i tainted his life giving gift. So to end this ode to God and his constant provision of water that sustains my life; mind the gap. Be aware that with spiritual hydration comes great sacrifice on our part and a giant leap onto a fast moving train away from the world and its pleasure. Count the cost of temporary dehydration from "earthly" water and the things we "thirst"after in our flesh. But know that you can drink deeply of the purifying and mercy filled waters of our Daddy. It's a smal price to compare to the river we have heir to in heaven where all blessings and glory and honor flow, forever and ever and ever and ever. You thirsty yet?

Recyled Responsibility.

This day and age seems as if it is piling on the responsibilities of yester year. The all to popular subject of the U.S. deficit has become a peace sucking leach on the minds of the average working American. The previous generations have had to pay the debts of their father's and their father's father's, all the way back to the founding fathers of this nation. Hence, we are all kind of bearing recylced responsiblity. It seems to me that this same concept of economical crashing and scrambling to renew itself and run to the government for all the answers applies to christianity in some odd and cosmic way. In essence when you get saved you crash and burn, you turn from your old ways and the debts of your life (sin) and scramble with every ounce you have in you to turn to your support system, essentially Jesus Christ and his Holy Spirit. The reason this way of living has had to be adopted is the fall of man, we are all carrying the recycled responsibility of Adam and Eve's infamous stumble outside the glorious threshold of the Garden of Eden. From that point on, humanity has been seperated in a obviously devistating way. It's amazing to think that God planned out the redemption of man. Our responsibility to repay our debts to God has been wiped clean by the immense suffering of Christ at Calvary. This is where this concept detaches itself from the current world situation, unlike the current debt situation of the world, i dont have to carry the sin of my father or my father's father. Im free, drenched in the glorious freedom of knowing Christ. I do, however, carry the responsibility of showing Christ in everything i do in my life. This is a recycled responsiblitity because millions of Christians just like myself have had to pick up their cross's daily to follow him and i am doing the same, even unto death. Love God and Love people, thats what i have been called to do, and i will pass it on to all people i know and my children and my children's children as a crucial and life sustaining call and responsibility. I dont mind it being recycled though, im humbled by the thought of me being part of this amazing body of Christ. Do you recycle?

Starting Over.

Today i had lunch with a woman i look up to and admire. She taught me that grace comes when you need it most. When the painful shrapnal from tragedies of the past resurface its God that you ultimately turn to and ask to heal the aching wound that has been left behind. Ive learned that daily i need to turn my eyes to him and take it off my own wants, hopes, dreams and comforts in pursuit of my prince who knows best. As i was driving home from such an adventure today i had a glimmer of hope shine bright in my heart. That through the darkness that has been so hard to pentrate even earlier this week, there was a break through. Im starting over, or rather starting again. Just as i do, over and over and over again when new chapters of my life begin. I hope that through this blog i can capture the essense of my life. The ends and pieces of the inner workings of my mind, to somehow reveal just what my heart is confessing. What my life is confessing. I owe the glory and the honor to my Lord Jesus Christ, he is everything and this blog is dedicated to him. That is all for now Bloggers, i love you all.