Saturday, December 31, 2011

New Year's Resolutions! 2012.

I do believe in resolutions for the New Year, but I also know that nobody on earth is perfect at them.
If you plan on working out everyday and fail, just pick up where you left off the next day.
If you plan on drinking more water, yet can't break the caffeine headaches and fall for it over and over again, don't beat yourself up over it.

So, here goes:

1. Can you guess? "Get in shape". Probably the #1 resolution of all time.  


My plan:
-Drink more water (I've already gotten pretty good about this, but still needs improvement).
-Workout 3 times a week (Already conquered this, just need more consistency and more planned routines). -Eat a vegetable and fruit with every meal.
-Portion control.
-Almost absolutely no fast food, tone down the Chinese nights as well.
-No late night eating.
-Less dessert (Not a huge dessert fan, but I still need to monitor it. lol)

2. Image/Wardrobe.

My plan: 
-Buy more flattering clothes for my body.
-Try to make new outfits out of clothes I already have.
-Try new things.
-Less hoodies.
-Wear makeup everyday.
-Fix hair everyday: straighten more often.

3. Biblical/Spiritual Disciplines.


My plan:
-Memory Verses
-Read the Bible at least 30 minutes a day, uninterrupted.
-Pray without ceasing. Pray more, and more, and more. :)
-Learn to fast.

4. MUSIC!!


My plan:
-Play more. Obviously. lol.
-Get more playing opportunities.
-Write more songs.
-Take lessons again?

5. Have more fun. Whatever that entails.
6. Help others.
7. Love. Love others. Love myself. Love life.

Friday, December 30, 2011

Being like Job is an honorable job.

Sometimes....you just feel like a Job.

You lose your family, in my case, they move 10 hours away.
You feel like you lose all your possessions, in my case, money.
You just feel like you've lost your home, and honestly, God is the ONLY thing left.

Maybe the cold, dark, dorms are getting to me.
Maybe the loneliness and silence is finally setting in, and it's making me crazy?

Just when you think your life is getting good, it gets bad. Worse than bad.
Sin becomes uncontrollable, your suddenly stop caring about your habits, and you form more bad ones than good ones...
You forget what you're living for.
Until.....
You meet someone who has it worse off, and they're more optimistic than you.

Right now, I feel like ripping my shirt in half, and shaving my head.
I just can't bring myself to do it, laziness seems to be creeping in as well.

Doing nothing shouldn't be this stressful. Christmas break should be a cheerful and joyous time.
It was, but not when you're concerned about a divorce, having no money, waiting to hear back about a job, or falling into the vicious cycle of sin and isolation.

I told my friend I was feeling like a Job lately, and yesterday she called me about a message she heard at church. She said that Job was pure and blameless. The most sinless man on all the earth. God cherished him, and God CHOSE him. God chose Job to be tested by Satan because of all these things. Because of his spirit, his intimate walk with God, and Job's goodness. God agreed to let Satan tempt Job because he knew Job could handle it.

During this "Job" season of your life, maybe God is choosing you. Maybe Satan wants his chance with you so badly, and God is letting him test you.....only because He knows how strong you are. Only because He knows you won't fail or give in. He knows nothing can bring you down, and you draw nearer in times of hardship and trials.

God is calling me to be a Job. When I'm sad and pulling a "Job" pity party, it's really because Job was GREAT, and God KNEW that. Going through a "Job" season is a very honorable thing. God saw Job as worthy enough and strong enough to let him be tested by Satan. Maybe it's the same for you and I.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Dear Mr.,

Dear Mr.,

I've got this letter I've written to you.
See, I would tell you in person,
but you've got this other girl, you see.
It's not that easy for me.

If you knew me like I wish you did,
then you'd know that I'm sort of into you.
I've met perfection at its finest.
But, you're just the "boy across the way".

If you could have your way,
I'd give myself away.
I'd be in your arms, until my dying day.
But, you're just the "boy across the way".

This letter, here goes...
To you, my dear Mr.,
I wish I knew how much you missed her.
The girl you're with...
She's from the past,
But I guess she's back..

She's got you wrapped around her finger.
A silver, shiny ring..
But how long will your heart linger?
before it gets to me..

We could go away forever.
Forget the world together.
It's not what they say,
It's about the trials we face.

I'd hold your hand when you're feeling blue.
Sip coffee in the moonlight, and talk about Truth.
We'd sit at your table, for hours after ten.
Until curfew comes, then the night must end.

To you, my dear Mr.,
I wish you knew how much I missed you.
It was love at first sight,
When you came through my line.

That day I invited you out for tea,
I looked around the room,
The Lord spoke to me,
"I made him for you".
A voice so clear, so vivid, so true.
The voice I heard was not from you.

I've got this letter I've written to you,
See, I would tell you in person,
but you've got this other girl, you see.
It's not that easy for me.

For you, I'd write a song.
Because with you, nothing seems wrong.
The world's made right.
But it's just my fright, that you'd walk away.
Then again, you're just the "boy across the way".

Sunday, December 18, 2011

1 Peter 2:11

1 Peter 2:11...

"Dear friends, I urge you, as foreigners and exiles, to abstain from sinful desires, which wage war against your soul."

This verse has been popping out at me the past few days. 
I know why, I just don't want to change.
Rather, change is more difficult than my flesh wants to endure.

The world isn't where we live. We do literally, but we have citizenship in heaven with Christ one day. We're foreigners, just passing through life and its different seasons that take us by storm.  Most oftentimes, Christians are exiles...in the aspect that we should never feel comfortable where we're at.  We will never feel "at home" here on earth. At least, I don't. I long to be with Jesus everyday. Some days I just wish He would rapture me. 

Sometimes my flesh gets the best of me. Actually, many times..
I cannot go a day without sinning.
I cannot go a day without praying.
I shouldn't go a day without repenting. Do I? Probably.

To abstain from sinful desires....well, that's like telling us to not live in our skin.
We were made that way....born into a sinful world. 
A fallen world around me gets the best of me on most days.
That just means I have to try harder the next.

It's hard to "try" not to sin. You have to watch everything you do, say, and think...
Man. I can barely control my thoughts long enough to train my mind to think about something else.
If I think a bad thought, it's hard to take my mind off it until I've completed the thought. Especially the bad ones.
BUT.....although this is the most difficult spiritual concept to master, in my opinion, it's the most crucial.
"to abstain from sinful desires, which wage war against your soul"
WAGE WAR AGAINST YOUR SOUL........


I'm trying to comprehend that. 
It isn't something to take lightly, your relationship with God depends on it.
Do I try to abstain from sinful desires? Not always. At times I feel defeated, so when the temptation arises it becomes pointless to try to not sin. It just happens. 
However, this is terrible thinking....
Sin wages war against our soul. 
It's an ongoing battle, and will be, unless we learn self-control.

Sin is a fleshly desire. A desire withdrawn from the heart.
What's in my heart? It's definitely not as pure as it could be. 
Is there junk in there hidden that I need to get out? Definitely.


I'm just thinking about this verse aloud. 
It's 1 am, and this is how my thoughts process.
I guess that's what a blog is for? My deepest ponderings.
I'm going to end this by saying that sin can get out of control, it can ruin your life, it can stay hidden forever but pop up in the most inconvenient times. That's normally when you miss out on God's blessing because there's still part of you that you aren't willing to surrender. So, there's part of God that cannot bless you because you haven't been faithful in repentance and abstaining from sinful desires.  


Lord, help me.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

End of Semester Blues.

As I wrap up the end of the semester, here are a few of my thoughts:

Final Grades are posted: 4 B's, 2 A's.

So close to perfection...yet so far.
What if I had studied harder for that test?
I regret not doing more, although I am pleased with myself.
I did my best, well, the best I wanted to do.
Receiving A's in my 2 hardest classes!? SUCCESS.
2 Haltom classes, at that!

This just motivates me for next semester!
Here are some other goals for next sem:
Can I pull off all A's? 16 hours is a lot. We'll see.
Can I get a scholarship for next year? I sure hope so.

I have a month off! School starts January 11th.
Man. I have so much time on my hands.....I need activities.
Guitar.
Movies.
Gym.
Living off bagels.

 I could get used to this.

Now, to writing letters to my friends (yes, actual paper letters).
Christmas card party coming up soon.
Finish New Year's Resolutions list.
Christmas shopping?
Oh, the best: enjoying Christmas music.
Cheers to the holidays! :)

Sunday, December 11, 2011

The Girl Who Wasn't Afraid to Meet Me.

The smell of popcorn down the hall.
Belches heard from across the room.
A hint of cinnamon rolls gives it away...

You drink expired Dr. Pepper.
The weight lifts are calling your name at midnight.
Math problems get the best of you.

You must be my friend.
I couldn't live without you.
A messy room, cluttered for all to see.
Your lips so soft, it must be the bee's knees.

Painted nails, and painted canvas.
Burning Spanish incense.
A little, a lot...
I think you're so hot.
If you were a boy, I'd date you.

Coffee....coffee....cofffeeeeee......
You're an addict for sure.
I wouldn't have it any other way,
Because you are so cool.

I will miss you once you leave me.
Going off to another school.
I'll think of all things happy,
Just knowing you was like wet drool.

Boys....boys....boys....
You help me beat them up.
The crying nights, the petty fights.
We know we're better than them.

Girly movies, and frivolous nights.
The security camera was never out of sight.
Finance class and chapel mass...
I'll picture you in the near past.

Forever and ever, you'll always be.
The girl who wasn't afraid to meet me.