Just trusting in God to help you isn't trust. You've got to trust Him no matter what, even when you don't understand.
Saturday, January 15, 2005
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
"Sometimes beauty hurts."
Today I started to think about the phrase, "Sometimes beauty hurts." Course my mom always said that to me as she was pulling my hair into some new contortion. But ya know it's true about other stuff too. Some times the most beautiful things in life take self sacrifice and truely painful effort. And the most painful things also can create the most beautiful character traits as well. So hard things and painful experiences are not all bad. It's just hard to see the beauty sometimes.
Saturday, January 01, 2005
Conversations
At a church gathering two men sat across from one another. "What a wonderful letter we received from you the other day!" said one to the other. Their wives, sitting beside them, nodded to each other. Yes, it was quite a lovely letter, they cooed. "Why just the other day," the man continued, "we received quiet a different letter from someone similar to you. Your letter, however, was so heart felt and real." The wives continued to nod; yes it was quite meaningful, they thought. So the four sat congratulated each other on their obvious superiority.
Nearby another man's voice rose as he spoke of the urgency of the end. "We see the signs all around us." he said. "Others will be fooled because they do not know the signs." Those around nodded in agreement. They felt better because they knew the truth.
All around the room people felt quite satisfied with their stirred hearts. They were, after all, very good people.
Yet one, unseen, stood in the corner and wept.
Nearby another man's voice rose as he spoke of the urgency of the end. "We see the signs all around us." he said. "Others will be fooled because they do not know the signs." Those around nodded in agreement. They felt better because they knew the truth.
All around the room people felt quite satisfied with their stirred hearts. They were, after all, very good people.
Yet one, unseen, stood in the corner and wept.
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