Your rod & your staff, they comfort me.

Whenever I do something that draws me back from God, perhaps a silly act or you name it, I keep reminding myself about how GREAT and AWESOME he is and that he deserves nothing but the BEST from me. So, I put those silly thoughts away and try to rekindle my way back to him. The saddest part of it is the fact that mistakes are inevitable but I know that we are able to make it. Challenging indeed but it's POSIBBLE. We have the capability of choosing good against evil, we can soar up high and leave the world below us, we can convert this sinful world into a world that praises his name. Our generation can and will rise! All we need is a little more faith to walk that extra mile.

"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil for YOU are with me."

Jozelle Ann Vargas Gabriel.

What easter means to me

Once again, it is that time of the year where we reflect upon what God himself sacrificed for our sake. While searching around the internet, I stumble upon this beautiful piece written by a girl whom I believe is called Wendi. Just thought I'd share.

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Trying to summarize what Easter means to me seems a bit like trying to harness the ocean. What we celebrate at Easter has every thing to do with who I am and the building blocks of the single most important event that my faith is based upon.



So, I will step away from the daunting intimidation that I first faced when I considered writing this.

I don't have to try to outline the Christian faith, or wax eloquent in the numerous reasons for Christ's selfless act of dying for our sins.


This is simply going to be my heart. Why do I feel deeply moved this time of year? What personalizes it for this one child of God?


This year it is because I am humbled and amazed that one such as I can enter into a personal relationship with God himself. I - the girl who struggles with so many things that grieve His heart - have been given a position of honor in His family.


I don't have to go through a high priest, or any body, to get to Him.


He who is sinless.


He who created every thing beautiful and good that we experience.


He who loves perfectly and with out condemnation.


He.


The lover of my soul.


The one I will some day see face to face.


And all I will be able to do is fall to my face and cry "holy, holy, holy!"


This is the one I have the privilege of approaching with no fear. Only great awe and reverence. He cares about every thing in my life. He loves it when I speak with Him. When I pour my heart out to Him, and leave my worries with him.


He made this possible through his terrible suffering, and death. An eternity together awaits us because of his resurrection.


This is why my heart rejoices, my eyes mist over, and my smile is brighter than usual this time of year. I am reflecting on something that is hard to believe, but I know with out a doubt to be true.

So with out hesitation I will approach him. I will talk to him. And I will thank him for making a way for this to happen.