Saturday, June 25, 2005
Devotions
Math. 4:7
"You must worship the Lord your God;
serve only Him."
To me this verse means, I have on choice, but to worship my Lord, and to serve ONLY Him. Not myself, not my family, not my friends or heros. I serve the King of love.
It is a daily battle.
Whom shall I serve today? Me; my feelings, my emotions, my imagination, my needs or wants? Or the One who has paid the debt and coverd my sin, forgiven me, and loves me for who I am?
I choose to be a slave to the most high God. Everyday I will draw closer to Him, forsaking everything that is not of Him, so I may be one with Him, bless Him and please Him. It is not about me and what I need. It is about running the race that my Jesus has set before me.
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Matt. is the abbreviation for Matthew.....that is all I say to you friend.
Ha, right.........yeah right that is. Like I would leave you with just that.
You must talk to me, I realize it can be hard at times, but you must.....stay focused.
I can't wait for church tomorrow, I will not, I rufuse to approach tomorrow with synacism that is undue. I will however be careful about opening up my emotions before I allow God to control my spirit and mind.
I'm done now, cause I'm tired from playing games tonight.
*~Wesly~*
*cough* It's cynicism, Wesly, not synacism.
;)
I knew I had spelled it wrong right after having hit enter, but then.....duh duh duh.......it was TOO LATE!!
Riiiiight, Wesly... ;)
Hey Luarie, I need to talk to you and Liz about something Wednesday night, okay?
Hey there luarie...... :)
I just said good-bye to you up the hill, but I am more happy that I can call you my best friend now than I am sad about having to leave you. You and I are much better friends upon this departure than we have been before..........that means I am totally comfortable talking to you and letting you know what's up in my life. It means that I'll still be sending you e-mails when I come back.
I'm gonna try to move out here, with a totally explainable love for this place it would not make since to keep myself away after I had the means to come. God has released me to move where-ever I desire.
Are you smiling my friend, knowing that somebody understands you, or at least wants to........so what I'm saying is that so long as you want me as a friend, I'll be willing.
I don't really feel like I've had a friend actually desire my friendship for a very long period of time before. I know that it's just my insecurities, but I appreciate you.
I know I can be confusing, or inconsistant.....I know that I'm not always who I want to be, and sometimes I have opinions that aren't helpful or healthy, but I will always be brought through that. I've had friends go away before while I was being stupid before, but I would like to believe that you will still make sure to let me know you understand me even when I'm not living up to who I want to be or who you 'know' I am.
You do know me better than almost anybody I've ever met, in some ways better than anybody.
I don't have time to write an e-mail to Elizabeth yet, but a comment is quick.........I miss you, call me, or I might just have to call you, which would scare me, because I don't know what your mother would think about me calling you guys?
I'm insecure in ways, I know, you know, but you're patient and I thank you.
Wesly!!
You siad you wouldn't make me cry!
To late now. Well it was really Joel's e-mail that made me start crying. I know my spelling is bad you don't have to tell me!=) Murry I'm so sorry that I haven't been checking my Blog. I'll see if we can have you over again.
I am smiling and trying not to be to depressed. I am so blessed. I have the best two friends in the whole world!!
Wesly, I am going to write you an e-mail. Thanks for that phone call. (*sniff sniff*) Just kidding!
Thanks for the phone card. It hopefully will last until Lizzy and I get cell phones.
What was Joel's email?!? :-?
Oh, It wasn't really much. I wrote to him telling him I was praying for him and that he is a awsome example. He wrote back telling me he was really proud of me. I was very tired and emotional that day so it made me cry. Happy tears of course. (*sigh*)
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