Wednesday, May 5, 2010

When Everything Goes Wrong...

Do you ever have those days where you feel like everything is going wrong? Where you think it would be better if you just went back to bed, pulled the covers over your head and slept everything away? When everyone wants something from you and you are being pulled fifty different directions? Today was one of those days, I was at work, and nothing was going right, I didn’t feel like I could do anything else, and I felt like I would cry. It was at that moment that the song, “Savior, Please” by Josh Wilson came on the radio…

…I would like to share the song with you along with some thoughts of my own… the song lyrics are in BOLD and my thoughts are in Italic

Savior, Please – Josh Wilson

Savior, please take my hand
I work so hard, I live so fast

(This sounds so much like my life right now, always on the go and never stopping)
This life begins, and then it ends
And I do the best that I can, but I don't know how long I'll last

(I am giving all that I have and I am wearing out, I can’t do it much longer, I feel like my life is passing my by and before I know it, it will be gone)

I try to be so tough
But I'm just not strong enough

(I put up a front of being strong and tough, but I am realizing that I am not as strong as I thought)
I can't do this alone, God I need You to hold on to me

(I feel like I a toddler who is learning how to walk, I just keep falling and falling, I am at the point of tears and I stretch my arms up for You to pick me up)
I try to be good enough
But I'm nothing without Your love

(I try in and of myself, but I can’t do it alone, I can’t do it without You)
Savior, please keep saving me

(I need You)

Savior, please help me stand
I fall so hard, I fade so fast

(I feel like all I do is fall, again and again)
Will You begin right where I end

(I am at the end of myself, I cannot go anywhere else, will You take me?)
And be the God of all I am because You're all I have

(You are ALL that I have, ALL that I am)

Hallelujah
Everything You are to me
Is everything I'll ever need

(You are everything I ever needed!)
And I am learning to believe

(I am learning, slowly but surely)
That I don't have to prove a thing

(I am accepted for who I am, I do not have to prove anything to You)
'Cause You're the one who's saving me

(You are my hero, You make my bad days good, You bring the smile back onto my face, You keep saving me)


As I listened to this song and thought over these thing, I did all I could not to cry right there in the warehouse. I realized that I was trying in and of myself to do things and be someone that I was not meant to be. That I was doing things in my own fading strength that He was waiting to do in His unending strength. He was waiting for me to realize that He’s been there waiting to be, my hero, my strength, a shoulder to cry on, a helping hand ready to life me up, a joke to make me smile, my Savior, and ALL that I need.


My Lord, Savior, and Father is the one who takes the days when everything is going wrong and makes it right. He pulls the covers off my head and assures me that there is a plan even in the hard days. And reassures me that I don’t have to be everything to everyone, because there is only one person that He wants me to be, He wants me to be His and His alone. Today God took my bad day and made it new. Yes, I did allow myself to be miserable but I didn’t have to be that way, it’s your choice, how will you chose to live your day? Will you look to Him when you can’t do anything else?

Or will you look at yourself?

Friday, March 26, 2010

People...

"I Know All Those People...
...I Have Friendly...

...Social...

...And Criminal Relations...
...With The Whole Lot Of Them."

Quote by Mark Twain









Saturday, March 20, 2010

TRUST

He who trusts in himself is lost. He who trust in God can do all things.

Alphonsus Liguori

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Strength


“My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.”

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Stained Glass Masquerade


Is there anyone that fails, Is there anyone that falls,
Am I the only one in church today feelin’ so small,
Cause when I take a look around, Everybody seems so strong,
I know they’ll soon discover
That I don’t belong

So I tuck it all away, like everything’s okay
If I make them all believe it, maybe I’ll believe it too
So with a painted grin, I play the part again
So everyone will see me the way that I see them

Are we happy plastic people, Under shiny plastic steeples, With walls around our weakness, And smiles to hide our pain, But if the invitation’s open, To every heart that has been broken, Maybe then we close the curtain, On our stained glass masquerade



Is there anyone who’s been there
Are there any hands to raise
Am I the only one who’s traded
In the altar for a stage

The performance is CONVINCING
And we know every line by heart
Only when no one is watching
Can we really fall apart

But would it set me free, If I dared to let you see
The truth behind the person, That you imagine me to be


Would your arms be open
Or would you walk away
Would the love of Jesus
Be enough to make you stay

Well if the invitation’s open
To every heart that has been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain
On our stained glass masquerade


Is there anyone that fails, Is there anyone that falls
Am I the only one in church today feelin’ so small
Casting Crowns

Monday, February 15, 2010

What Is A Fireman?


He is the guy next door - a man's man with the memory of a little boy. He has never gotten over the excitement of engines and sirens and danger.

He is a guy like you and me with wants and worries and unfulfilled dreams.

Yet he stands taller than most of us.

He is a fireman.



He puts it all on the line when the bell rings.

A fireman is at once the most fortunate and the least fortunate of men.

He is a man who saves lives because he has seen too much death.

He is a gentle man because he has seen the awesome power of violence out of control.

He is responsive to a child's laughter because his arms have held too many small bodies that will never laugh again.




He is a man who appreciates the simple pleasures of life - hot coffee held in numb, unbending fingers - a warm bed for bone and muscle compelled beyond feeling - the camaraderie of brave men - the divine peace and selfless service of a job well done in the name of all men.



He doesn't wear buttons or wave flags or shout obscenities.

When he marches, it is to honor a fallen comrade.

He doesn't preach the brotherhood of man.

He lives it.

Author unknown