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I love my Family
I love my friends
For Those I Love I Sacrifice
I believe in Love
I believe in suffering
I believe I have hope
I hope I do
I Believe in brokenness
I pray to be broken
I pray to understand God
I think Following Jesus is amazing.
I think its pretty damn hard.
I take it to be the greatest challenge
I think its the most rewarding.
I believe in strength
and the strength I fail to posses
I believe in the big picture
and the need to belong.
I believe in the Sabbath
but do not keep it.
I believe in dreams
even the ones whose piece is on the floor.
Broken.
I believe in blogging
I Love to love
I love being love.
I should do both more.
I believe in Caffeine
I might hurt you.
I might let you down.
Actually, bet I will do both.
Sorry…
I will try not to, but I will fail.
I love Jesus, I love his Church.
I might not like yours.
I miss my family.
I miss my friends.
I miss YOU.
I have been betrayed.
I have betrayed.
I love dogs,
I miss mine.
I could do it.
I can’t.
I think shoes are foot oppression.
I think we oppress ourselves.
I think we are better actors than we think.

Love

I have come to a realization lately about love. You can love somebody so much and it doesnt have to be returned. when i was younger and a bit more nieve i used to think that love had to be returned that it was a two part thing. im not so sure anymore. I have a new respect for Gods love for the human race with this new revelation. Not that i am even an inkling near the pedastool for Gods love, but the fact taht so much of his love is unreturned and he still puts up with it. he sits by and wishes that it was returned. He wishes that we would call, that we would be honest, that we would need him, that we would want him. God willingly follows us into the rain and waits with open arms just to watch us push away, or be confused, to go back in forth, one day be in love and the next not be. how is it that we possibly think that we love the Father or even want to follow Jesus. Flip flopers, what the voters hate most. Is that what we have become, is that what i have become, i think i make my self sick, but i will probably flip flop on that two. I say this now as if i know how to fix it... i think i want to fix it. How could we say we love him. How could we say we love anything if we refuse to submit, if we refuse to commit and flip flop day by day. We are the luke warm, i am the water, pointless and still.

questions

I have alot of questions. and i spend most of my day thing about what possible awnsers might be. sometimes i just wish i could turn my head of. I wish it didnt always run. I fell like sometimes i waste my gas, other times I wish it could all disappear. more than anything i just wish all my awnsers would magicaly become clear.