I think sometimes I forget how lucky I am. How much God loves me. how much I took and take for granted, even though I don’t see it yet. I forget how God supplies what I need. I just looked back on something, something that made me feel amazing, loved, beautiful, but something I ended giving up, but I couldn’t even focus on the fact that I didn’t have it anymore. All I could focus on was how God still made me feel amazing, loved and beautiful, and I didn’t even notice. Sometimes what you give up isn’t a sacrifice at all, because really, if you do it because your obeying JESUS, then He’ll replace those worldly worth’s with some that give so much more truth. Sometimes I takes looking back on what you had, to see what God has really given you.
11/21/10
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.Your playing small does not serve the world.There is nothing enlightened about shrinkingso that other people won't feel insecure around you.We were all meant to shine, as children do.It's not just in some of us, it's in everyoneAnd as we let our own light shine,we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.As we are liberated from our own fear,our presence automatically liberates others.
Its like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered.
Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you didn’t want to know the end.
Because how could the end be happy?
How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened?
But in the end, its only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass.
A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.
Those were the stories that stayed with you.
That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why.
But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now.
Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn't.
they kept going because they were holding on to something.
This commitment isn’t going to be easy. When JESUS committed to changing the world, He had to suffer and die before He had His victory. JESUS never gave up.
He didn’t stop when the flesh was torn from His back
when He was so whipped He was unrecognizable
He didn’t stop when a nail was hammered into his wrists and feet
when He was thirsty and tired
He didn’t stop when blood ran into His eyes from the thorns digging into His head
He didn’t even stop when a person in His same position mocked Him..
Dear Woodland,
I write this letter for you. My name is Elizabeth. I am a girl that hang out with a group of silly, goofy, crazy, knuckleheads. JESUS has my heart, and i will never stop searching for His. I love reading the Bible. His word gives me so much more life. I love worshiping Him too. I am a part of a group that loves eachother and everyone else.
the reason I am writing you this letter is because I refuse to ignore the death I see all around me. the life I have can no longer bare the pain of loneliness and discouragement. I am tired of leaving so much change up to chance. So I am going to do something.
I am refusing to believe the lies of this town, I know truth
I am through with compromise, I want change
I will never settle, my worth is proved by His blood
I am done with defeat, my God is for me
I don’t care what you may think, or say, or do, the Holy Spirit leads me.
and right now, I am being led to cause chaos in the middle of this comfort. I have a passion that can shake darkness. And woodland… im not alone.
Love,
Elizabeth
Romans 8:31
31What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?
12See to it, brothers, that none of you has a sinful, unbelieving heart that turns away from the living God. 13But encourage one another daily, as long as it is called Today, so that none of you may be hardened by sin's deceitfulness. 14We have come to share in Christ if we hold firmly till the end the confidence we had at first.
The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer;
my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge.
He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
I call to the LORD, who is worthy of praise,
and I am saved from my enemies.
The cords of death entangled me;
the torrents of destruction overwhelmed me.
The cords of the grave coiled around me;
the snares of death confronted me.
In my distress I called to the LORD;
I cried to my God for help.
From his temple he heard my voice;
my cry came before him, into his ears.
The earth trembled and quaked,
and the foundations of the mountains shook;
they trembled because he was angry.
Smoke rose from his nostrils;
consuming fire came from his mouth,
burning coals blazed out of it.
He parted the heavens and came down;
dark clouds were under his feet.
He mounted the cherubim and flew;
he soared on the wings of the wind.
He made darkness his covering, his canopy around him—
the dark rain clouds of the sky.
Out of the brightness of his presence clouds advanced,
with hailstones and bolts of lightning.
The LORD thundered from heaven;
the voice of the Most High resounded.
He shot his arrows and scattered the enemies ,
great bolts of lightning and routed them.
The valleys of the sea were exposed
and the foundations of the earth laid bare
at your rebuke, O LORD,
at the blast of breath from your nostrils.
He reached down from on high and took hold of me;
he drew me out of deep waters.
He rescued me from my powerful enemy,
from my foes, who were too strong for me.
They confronted me in the day of my disaster,
but the LORD was my support.
He brought me out into a spacious place;
he rescued me because he delighted in me.
The LORD has dealt with me according to my righteousness;
according to the cleanness of my hands he has rewarded me.
