Sunday, November 18, 2012
Saturday, November 17, 2012
mucho
"If the head of the house has been called Beelzebul, how much more the members of his household!"
Matthew 10:24
Jesus, the most innocent of all, the most upright was called Beelzebul, the foulest, most repulsive name you can call anyone, the prince of devils. They called Jesus the prince of devils. Jesus. They called Jesus, who is our messiah, redeemer, Christ, son of God, prince of peace, the prince of devils. How wicked. How wrong. How terribly terribly wrong.
I've been called a lot of names, too, in my life: lesbian, freak, worthless, idiot, slut, whore, b-t-h. Why should I be surprised? No matter how upright I try to live my life, those not of the spirit of God will not cease.
Jesus said, "Father forgive them for they do not know what they are doing." And they divided up his clothes by casting lots.
Luke 23:34
truly how much more can be expected of me when at my best of bestest I can only hope to be as good as Jesus. How much more.
Yesua, I'm sorry for my generation that goes against you. Yesua, I'm sorry for the generation that crucified you, our Savior. Yesua, Yesua, Yesua.
Jesus, you're pretty awesome. I mucho love you.
Matthew 10:24
Jesus, the most innocent of all, the most upright was called Beelzebul, the foulest, most repulsive name you can call anyone, the prince of devils. They called Jesus the prince of devils. Jesus. They called Jesus, who is our messiah, redeemer, Christ, son of God, prince of peace, the prince of devils. How wicked. How wrong. How terribly terribly wrong.
I've been called a lot of names, too, in my life: lesbian, freak, worthless, idiot, slut, whore, b-t-h. Why should I be surprised? No matter how upright I try to live my life, those not of the spirit of God will not cease.
Jesus said, "Father forgive them for they do not know what they are doing." And they divided up his clothes by casting lots.
Luke 23:34
truly how much more can be expected of me when at my best of bestest I can only hope to be as good as Jesus. How much more.
Yesua, I'm sorry for my generation that goes against you. Yesua, I'm sorry for the generation that crucified you, our Savior. Yesua, Yesua, Yesua.
Jesus, you're pretty awesome. I mucho love you.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Not-yet-identified
So this post is mini-inspired by this guy on Facebook. In a lack of pretty words, he's like a Facebook status-whore. I mean that in the best possible way. Sometimes seeing his posts gets annoying just cause' some things mentioned are so personal or subjective, and it doesn't necessary portray Christ-like love like he intends. So he sometimes writes facebook status letters to his future wife, and that's really sweet. I wondered about praying for my future husband and writing to my not-yet-existent-husband. I wasn't sure if that fantasizing would be healthy for my heart, so I never really did it. And sometimes I wonder if God is gonna use me like how he uses those Christian women who are in their mid-thirties and still have never had their first kiss. I guess I lost my first kiss to a girl at a fear factor food challenge, and the next moment to a guy. Anyways, that's not really kiss though, so I'll say that one doesn't really really count. It was pretty gross, bleh. Anyways anyways, a letter for my not-yet-identified-husband.
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Hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've been waiting to meet you for as long as I can remember!!! I've mistook you for some other characters in my life before, but I'm sure you're a pretty cool guy if you're my husband. And I'm sure you were worth the wait and anguish. I guess there hasn't been serious anguish much at all, because God's protected me from a lot of that stuff. God's protected my heart.
Right now I'm at a stage where I really wish I knew who you were already. And almost every single-man in my life, I see him and I think that he can potentially be you! And that scares me. But most of the time when there's a guy, I try to avoid all possible ways of leading him on, because I want to wait for you.
Where ever you are, I hope that you're healthy. I hope that you're happy. I hope that you've surrendered your life to Jesus already. I hope that you're already experiencing the joy of having His sovereignty rule in your life. I wish the very best for you. And sometimes I wonder if you've ever lost pieces of your heart to other women in dating and stuff. It makes me sad to think that you might have given pieces of your heart to other women before me, while it feels like I'm just waiting for you so lame and helpless and Disney. But it's gonna' be ok. So I pray that God is protecting your heart too. I pray that you are my brother in Christ right now.
I can't wait to meet you in God's perfect timing. Maybe we've met already, but I can't wait to meet you as my husband. I really can't wait to meet you, but right now God's working on this ole' heart of mine. He's growing me before I get to meet you. I hope I can be a good wife. I hope my cooking will be better by then. I hope I would have gotten more mature by then. I hope I would have gotten wiser by then. I hope I can be the godliest woman I can be for you. I can't wait to know who you are, but for now I pray that you can be patient, too, trusting God's perfect timing.
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Hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've been waiting to meet you for as long as I can remember!!! I've mistook you for some other characters in my life before, but I'm sure you're a pretty cool guy if you're my husband. And I'm sure you were worth the wait and anguish. I guess there hasn't been serious anguish much at all, because God's protected me from a lot of that stuff. God's protected my heart.
Right now I'm at a stage where I really wish I knew who you were already. And almost every single-man in my life, I see him and I think that he can potentially be you! And that scares me. But most of the time when there's a guy, I try to avoid all possible ways of leading him on, because I want to wait for you.
Where ever you are, I hope that you're healthy. I hope that you're happy. I hope that you've surrendered your life to Jesus already. I hope that you're already experiencing the joy of having His sovereignty rule in your life. I wish the very best for you. And sometimes I wonder if you've ever lost pieces of your heart to other women in dating and stuff. It makes me sad to think that you might have given pieces of your heart to other women before me, while it feels like I'm just waiting for you so lame and helpless and Disney. But it's gonna' be ok. So I pray that God is protecting your heart too. I pray that you are my brother in Christ right now.
I can't wait to meet you in God's perfect timing. Maybe we've met already, but I can't wait to meet you as my husband. I really can't wait to meet you, but right now God's working on this ole' heart of mine. He's growing me before I get to meet you. I hope I can be a good wife. I hope my cooking will be better by then. I hope I would have gotten more mature by then. I hope I would have gotten wiser by then. I hope I can be the godliest woman I can be for you. I can't wait to know who you are, but for now I pray that you can be patient, too, trusting God's perfect timing.
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