I want peace.
I want Mohamed to go to bed at night know that his uncle was not murdered by a Baghdad suicide bomb victim.
I want Sani to know that her brother was not killed by the Janjaweed
.
I want Zayla to have her home back… even though it was razed 5 months ago by Mugabe.
I want Sarah in Israel to know that every Arab country in the Middle East believes that her country is a true country.
I want
Aabish to know that her husband will respect her and honor her for the rest of her life, despite Shari’a law.
I want Tanya to publish everything she writes and never fear that Putin’s government will silence her.
I want 4 year-old DaTasha Wilson of Richmond, to have the life back that was stolen by a stray bullet 3 weeks ago.

And I want Peter to know that the though there is turmoil in his life and relationships, Jesus Christ died on the cross to give his heart rest and eternal peace.

For what good is peace on earth?
When there is no peace in man’s heart?


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i’m alright. seriously. stop spazzing people. =]

Battle Cry was frickin amazing for these reasons:
25,000 kids I’m going to see in heaven again
Justin Yaeger’s house/car/life experience
Mango ice cream with Alyssa
Forest, yes you random kid, I met.
Rachel and her hilariousness.
PASSION.
I am not the only one out there.
Catharsis and go look it up.
screaming. screaming. crying.
unhindered: guys they love love love Jesus.
James and his pink camera and in-n-out turtleneck
All those reluctant AT&T park employees
Being where the Giants play baseball
Chris. Worship. mmhmm
Nessa coming for every part she could.
Skillet!!!!
The voice of truth…tells me a different story.
the voice of truth. says DO NOT BE AFRAID!
Jesse Sloan wish we could have talked more.
My heart pumping a ton.
Jumping and jumping and jumping.
Garlic fries not really.
Loud, Loud. Loud.
Worshiping Jesus 24 hours straight.
Bart ride home = amazing.
Sun burns duh.
grinning tell I went dumb.
Heather.

Romans 1:16 I am not Ashamed of the Gospel of Christ for it is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes.
And I am so not.

mmhmm.

Dear Journal,

One day I was young and I did not know what I was doing. Does my ignorance absolve me of my guilt?

Dear Journal,

One day I knew what I was doing but I didn’t think of the consequences. You can’t punish me for that.

Dear Journal,

One day I knew exactly what I was doing and the consequences and I did it anyway. So what. I don’t want to pay.

Dear Journal,

One day I realized that every time I did what I did, I was punishing Jesus. And I realized I didn’t care.

Dear Journal,

Actions speak Louder than Words. I don’t love him anymore apparently.

Dear Journal,

What type of guy is there that Loves in you spite of yourself?

Dear Journal,

My heart just broke.