Weight of the world
It seems in every day I have a humbling event and an enraging one. I have to decide tomorrow whether to stay here for another semester or continue my travels. I have always been some thin of a Romania. I love new places and people. I need to think where I can do the most good, and what is best for me. I talked with some of my friends and I do miss them allot and I believe that I can help them. They are having hard times and I believe that I can help them... But a friendship is never about one person trying to change another. It's about acceptance. I just have trouble know that they may have grow just as much as I have if not more with out traveling the world over. And I don't want to lose them as friends. Heaven is not heaven if your there by yourself. Oh my thoughts have fled from me.
www.explodingdog.com is one of my best discoveries in the past 2 years. Every day that there is new art is a good day. K out of thoughts well continue when they decide to get back from playing with my dreams.
ok so I have lived the rest of my day and have more to type about. Let me just say that it is so good to be able to give others blessings. I think that a lot of people are hesitant to ask for them. I wish this was not so. Giving a blessing helps the person who needs it ,but it also does me a world of good. I am able to communicate with the lord like in no other way I know. I get such great happiness for them for I feel that for just a brief moment I get a glimpse of that love the lord has for his child. It's like being kid that to sneaks down to the adult party. He is never aloud to go in but he would hides next to the door and every now and then the door to the room opens. And he is swept up in the fun and laugher. Never deviating for his place the joy flows out of the room and embraces him. And in those brief moments before the door closes he knows all the joy his little mind can handle. The door closes again and he is left with his memories and emotions. Memories are like sandy. They slip though our grasp with time. Leaving what little we can grasp to. So the child sits and waits playing with the people in his head. Time passes and the night gets darker and his memories are been worn down and dote has set in. Whither he should sit and wait for another or go. The extece of the moment is long gone and logic has broken his reason for staying. Just when he gets ready to leave to door opens again and another wave of joy burst out of the door.
I feel like the child and wish that people would use that door that is a blessing more other. I always try to stay worth of giving one and always have my oil ready. Which is a blessing in it's self for I have given a few blessings over the past three years and have not had a chance to ever refill it. The little key chain vial that holds little more then 5 drops has been used countless times. Ever one I believe has hard times, times that the lord can make easier if they would just come to him. I so wish people would weary the lord with their sorrows. Ask him for help, blessings from heaven. There doesn't need to be great problems for a blessing for a desire for one. People don't even have to say what the blessing is for ( unless they want to say and if they need to use oil other wise) that is between you and the lord. I just want to be part of it. I know it sounds selfish and I am sorry but I just love I when I get that quick glimpse into that room. How can one let others know that they can use him as the middle man to weary the lord. Why wont people let me use the things the lord has given me?
www.explodingdog.com is one of my best discoveries in the past 2 years. Every day that there is new art is a good day. K out of thoughts well continue when they decide to get back from playing with my dreams.
ok so I have lived the rest of my day and have more to type about. Let me just say that it is so good to be able to give others blessings. I think that a lot of people are hesitant to ask for them. I wish this was not so. Giving a blessing helps the person who needs it ,but it also does me a world of good. I am able to communicate with the lord like in no other way I know. I get such great happiness for them for I feel that for just a brief moment I get a glimpse of that love the lord has for his child. It's like being kid that to sneaks down to the adult party. He is never aloud to go in but he would hides next to the door and every now and then the door to the room opens. And he is swept up in the fun and laugher. Never deviating for his place the joy flows out of the room and embraces him. And in those brief moments before the door closes he knows all the joy his little mind can handle. The door closes again and he is left with his memories and emotions. Memories are like sandy. They slip though our grasp with time. Leaving what little we can grasp to. So the child sits and waits playing with the people in his head. Time passes and the night gets darker and his memories are been worn down and dote has set in. Whither he should sit and wait for another or go. The extece of the moment is long gone and logic has broken his reason for staying. Just when he gets ready to leave to door opens again and another wave of joy burst out of the door.
I feel like the child and wish that people would use that door that is a blessing more other. I always try to stay worth of giving one and always have my oil ready. Which is a blessing in it's self for I have given a few blessings over the past three years and have not had a chance to ever refill it. The little key chain vial that holds little more then 5 drops has been used countless times. Ever one I believe has hard times, times that the lord can make easier if they would just come to him. I so wish people would weary the lord with their sorrows. Ask him for help, blessings from heaven. There doesn't need to be great problems for a blessing for a desire for one. People don't even have to say what the blessing is for ( unless they want to say and if they need to use oil other wise) that is between you and the lord. I just want to be part of it. I know it sounds selfish and I am sorry but I just love I when I get that quick glimpse into that room. How can one let others know that they can use him as the middle man to weary the lord. Why wont people let me use the things the lord has given me?
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