Tag Archives: Grace

A Quote

Seek the LORD while he may be found;
call upon him while he is near;
let the wicked forsake his way,
and the unrighteous man his thoughts;
let him return to the LORD, that he may have compassion on him,
and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon.
(Isaiah 55:6-7 ESV)
I love this. It was read on Sunday at my church. The last part spoke to me and reminded me of God’s amazing grace. It’s beautiful and gives me hope.



He Saves us All

This is a poem I wrote earlier this month. Posted at Teenink.com over here.

As the bright moon sets slowly
Beyond the far off mountains,
A star shines brightly.
Snowflakes gently swirl,
Trees sway in the wind,
And the angels sing.

A royal Prince, born to die,
Is welcomed by the angels
Who sing their praises.
Shepherds humbly bow
Before their mighty King.
Oh, beautiful night!

Bethlehem, oh little town,
Follow the star up above,
And find you new King.
He’s sleeping soundly,
Laying in a manger,
Dreaming of His task.

A hard and difficult life
Of assisting His Father
Save this broken world.
Dying for our sins,
To rise after three days,
From the depths of hell.

Praise the mighty King of kings!
He’s saved us from Satan’s wrath.
He has persevered.
Oh, wonderful day!
Praise Him in everything,
For He saves us all.

Merry Christmas!

I Love Jesus Because…

(This post is inspired from my last Sunday School lesson, when my teacher said that you don’t have to feel guilty about praising God because He did something awesome for you. Praising Him is a good thing.)

I love Jesus because He gave me an amazing family who love me for who I am.
I love Jesus because He gave me two Christian parents.
I love Jesus because He has given me a house to call home, food to eat, and a warm bed to sleep in.
I love Jesus because He has given me amazing friends.
I love Jesus because He has given me the ability to hear, see, touch, smell, taste, read, write, walk.
I love Jesus because He will never leave my side.
I love Jesus because He will always forgive me when I ask. No matter what I do.
I love Jesus because He loved me first.
I love Jesus because He has given my sister the ability to dance beautifully, with all her heart, for Him.
I love Jesus because He will always protects me.
I love Jesus because He died for me, my family, my friends—everyone.
I love Jesus because He invented music.
I love Jesus because He has given me another day to praise Him with.
I love Jesus because He always knows what’s going on, even when I don’t.
I love Jesus because He had someone come up with the awesome idea of apple pie.


Forgiven and Loved

(Hi. I’m back. I know, it’s been awhile since I last posted, but you will soon find out why. Sort of. Really, there just hasn’t been anything to say. Until… well, the past week. And then there was too much to say and I didn’t know how to say it. But now I’m going to try. And hopefully succeed.)

For the past two weeks, I’ve been super-duper-duper-duper stressed about school. And, well, life in general. I haven’t even been posting on here a lot. If you’ve noticed, the past few posts have been mainly pictures because they were the only thing that felt worth posting about. I figured you guys wouldn’t really want to hear about the papers I’m writing, the science test I’ve been super-duper worried about, or the fact that I am slowly getting behind in my math.

I’ve read before that your blog isn’t supposed to be your journal. Keep personal stuff to yourself. Then I realized that that’s not completely true. I understand that every time I’m angry or tired or worried or stressed, I shouldn’t write a post and publish it here. But sometimes it’s good, because for those who will actually take the time to read a very long blog post all the way to the end (I have trouble doing it, so I’m just going to assume that at least some other people have the same problem), my story can be a witness to them. Besides, if you never write about personal or sad things on your blog, it would get kind of boring after awhile, wouldn’t it? I mean, a blog with only happy, positive, optimistic posts? Sounds unreal to me.

But, of course, I might be wrong. The probability could be very high that I’m wrong, but until someone gives me a really good reason for keeping a completely happy blog, I’m going to write about the negative stuff. On occasion.

So here goes.

Lately, I’ve been crying a lot. I’ve been super-duper stressed about school (as stated above). I haven’t felt peaceful. There has been this horrible storm going on inside of me for the past week or so, and however hard I tried to get rid of it, the storm just got worse. It started out so gradually and slowly that I didn’t see it. First, it was clear blue skies without a cloud in sight. Then, as clouds very slowly started to move in, I started to feel “ish.” It was just small showers here and there. Then longer. Eventually, the rain just kept pouring, and the lightning and thunder came. None of it ever stopped.

I was desperate. I needed a way out of this turmoil, but I didn’t know where to go. And that’s when God, my amazing Father who always steps in at the perfect time, said, “I’m right here! You forgot about me. Again.”


That was my problem. I’d forgotten to cast my cares on Christ. Again. In a way, I’d almost been ignoring him. I’d stopped reading my Bible. I still prayed, but not nearly as much as I had before. I was irritated by everything. I hate to admit it, but I was especially irritated by my family.

Surprisingly, I’m okay with saying all of this to you guys. Why? Because I know God loves me just the way I am, because His perfect Son Jesus Christ died for me. For me. Because of that, in God’s eyes, I’m not a sinner. He will let me into Heaven because Jesus died for me, and I know my sins are forgiven, and I’m loved. Very, very much. So I don’t care what you guys think of my sins. Not because I don’t care about you, but because my repented sins don’t matter anymore. My sins have been repented. God has forgiven me, and the sins are a mere memory to keep me from falling into the same wrong actions again. God isn’t going to let me go because someone disliked what I did and condemned me.

So now, I’m trying my very hardest to not fall back into my sin. My cares were meant to be cast onto Christ, so that’s where they’re going to go. Worrying isn’t going to get me anywhere. Obeying the Bible will. So right here, right now, this sin will begin to end. My anxieties will be tossed out the window, and I will strive to praise God with all my heart.

Cast your burden on the LORD,
and he will sustain you;
he will never permit
the righteous to be moved.
(Psalm 55:22 ESV)

So, if anyone stayed with me until the end of this post, thank you. It really is appreciated.

Have a blessed, wonderful, amazing day.


A Short Story—Jason

So. This is the second time I’ve posted a piece of my writing, and I don’t think I’m going to hide in my closet this time. Maybe under my bed. Or outside. Definitely not the basement. Too many spiders. Or maybe I won’t hide at all.  But I’ll stop talking now and get onto the actual point of this post.

“Jason?” Clarence called up their apartment stairs. The two brothers—twins, actually—had decided to share an apartment in their senior year of college. Money was tight, and since Clarence had transferred to Jason’s college, it seemed like the best option to be roommates.

“Yeah, I’m up here,” Jason yelled through the bedroom door. “Need something?”

“I’m going on a run. If you need me, I have my cell.”

“Have fun. Thanks.” Jason let out a sigh of half-depression and pulled out his supplies—his iPod, a notebook, and a pen. He was nervous. Usually, he just prepared for a game with a short nap, a brisk walk, and then prayer. But this basketball game was different. It practically decided the rest of his career. Jason was restless, nervous, and stressed.

Clarence didn’t notice the difference because he was too busy studying for finals. So Jason did things differently. No nap. No walk. No prayer. He just scribbled, blasting music in his ears. He threw the black ink across the page until it was a deep, black abyss. When Jason couldn’t find one more white speck on the paper, he sat back, temporary feeling satisfaction. But eventually he just felt worse. Jason tried sit-ups, push-ups, even doing some dishes. But no matter what, he just fell further into despair. He sighed and plopped down onto his unmade bed. What if he failed? His whole life depended on this game. He needed to calm down, but what therapy was left?

Then Jason paused and listened to what was rushing through his ear buds. “I am with you, I will carry you through it all, I won’t leave you, I will catch you, when you feel like letting go, cause you’re not alone.”

It hit Jason that he hadn’t tried everything. He’d completely overlooked the best place to toss his worries, restlessness, weakness, and despair. So Jason turned off his iPod, knelt down on his knees, and humbled himself before God with tears of shame.

As Jason’s day went on, he felt the calming and peaceful grace of God flow through him. When it came time for his big game, he was prepared—no matter what happened. As he ran out with his teammates, he quietly thanked God for His beautiful strength and mercy.

*Song lyrics belong to the band Red.*


Well, I Definitely Need that

Today was a slightly draining day. I was hoping to do fairly well at something, and to put it shortly, I  failed. I was disappointed in myself, partially angry, and tired.

Then this song came on the radio. I knew that God was trying to teach me a lesson through it, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. So I prayed (finally). And then something really amazing happened. Before I had even finished praying, I knew what the lesson was– humility, and that no matter what I do or how bad I fail at something, God will always “cover me.” He’ll always love me. No matter what.

So my new goals are to, through God’s grace, learn humility and stop being so hard on myself. Because God understands that I’m not perfect–that’s why He sent us Jesus.

Trying…and Praying

[3] And he told them many things in parables, saying: “A sower went out to sow. [4] And as he sowed, some seeds fell along the path, and the birds came and devoured them. [5] Other seeds fell on rocky ground, where they did not have much soil, and immediately they sprang up, since they had no depth of soil, [6] but when the sun rose they were scorched. And since they had no root, they withered away. [7] Other seeds fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked them. [8] Other seeds fell on good soil and produced grain, some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty. [9] He who has ears, let him hear.”
(Matthew 13:3-9 ESV)

I read this parable yesterday morning, and tried hard–I mean, really tried– to be a “good” seed.

Of course, I failed. I was impatient all morning, although I kept reminding myself to be just the opposite. That just made my frustration increase. But then I did something I’d totally forgotten to do. I prayed. And throughout the day, with God’s help, I improved. I still wasn’t perfect, but God helped me, which means a lot to me.

With His help and mercy, I’m still trying to improve. He’s always there to remind me and help me. Always.