tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58727488927121316152023-11-16T05:04:23.473-08:00sweet nothings ....Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger231125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-26305132252153067882012-09-19T21:20:00.002-07:002012-09-20T13:45:42.251-07:00evolve.Passion for passing our past fate with grace.
At this rate we no longer are certain of how long the present will take.
Or how long just getting by will last us.
Mistakes leaving as fast as they came.
But the remains of our sins will continue to haunt us.
Until we realize we are nothing more than imperfect creations.
In situations filled with opportunity...and temptation.
Battling which to succumb or become numb to.
Preaching what we believe in then defeating our purpose with contradiction.
No longer feeling conviction.
Eviction of humility and values.
A moment of silence for the pieces of our souls we lose in silent battles.
Raffles and auctions, giving away what we hold dear.
Holding on to almost nothing because we know the end is near.
Nothing left to lose, nothing left to fear.
They begged for us to listen, but all we did was hear.
Their prayers escaped our hearts and fled right out of our ears.
.......And then reality hit.
That the potential of our minds is limitless.
Boundlessly leaping over barriers we thought were impossible to cross.
Above the deception of our society, refusing to follow a lost generation.
Leading the spiritual revolution.
Heads held high, but never above our hearts.
Beginnings we concoct from the nothings we were left with.
Unhappy endings become once upon a times.
Wealth is amongst us and it is not material.
Eloquently speaking of righteousness and excellence.
We sing in a harmony that soothes the soul.
Our purpose is now evident.
RKUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-9939052084555131312012-08-14T11:27:00.000-07:002012-08-14T11:27:01.417-07:00The Unexamined Life - Cornel West<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N7EU0-mjw5M" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-85455326336545326382012-06-29T22:43:00.001-07:002012-06-29T22:51:05.141-07:00The World Belongs to Love, I mean US.Conquering defeat/Falling flat on your feet/Walking on hearts drawn in chalk on Love St./I don't need them but understand that they need me/Fleeting the scene is unfathomable so we stand strong /Holding hands is all we have left to hold on /As we grow together we become strangers/Falling in love again /Once upon a time again/Time waits for no man/I'll wait for you
RKUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-55636982821219786062012-03-19T22:32:00.005-07:002012-03-19T23:07:42.394-07:00Love & WarYou are the village war hero, in all your valiance<br />Dying for a cause not caused by you, unsure of the effect<br />War cries and tears cannot encompass your pain<br />Nightmares filled with the faces of all your victims<br />Scarred hands that will not allow you to forget that you are lethal<br />Loneliness plagues you on cold nights when you reach for the warmth of the lover you left behind<br />No, sleep will not meet with you tonight<br />Anxiety plays in the back of your throat<br />Doubt builds towers that imprisons fear in your belly<br />Perhaps death is near<br />You may never see her smile again<br /> <br />Sweat beading from your temple<br />Grey hairs visit prematurely<br />Thoughts turn to the little children of the men you will kill tomorrow<br />Innocence growing up without guidance<br />Sons without fathers to illustrate what being a man consists of<br />Women with hearts that are ignorant of the capacity of a man's true tenderness<br /> <br />Yet no mercy will be exhibited as the first stone is cast<br />You will not see them as mere men tomorrow<br />But as mountains to be overcome and conquered<br />The stone walls between hell and home<br />And when the dust sets in the aftermath of the battle<br />You will journey home and her hands will wash away the blood and the ashUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-71896801189749062012-02-13T23:22:00.001-08:002012-02-13T23:22:37.965-08:00Talking WallsThe house that love built<br />Managed to withstand thousands of storms<br />The pouring onslaught of sleet and hail<br />Winds desperately ripping at thin walls<br />Flood waters rising against it's firm foundation<br /><br />Still<br />The children played here<br />Drawing gardens on pale yellow walls<br />Sunsets on staircases <br />Their innocent laughter echoing in the hallways<br />The soothing sound of small bare feet tip toeing on cold hard wood floors<br /><br />They laughed here<br />Built a dreamworld that became reality<br />Slow dancing together in the darkness<br />Crying as the world's unpredictable current took away the familiar<br />Adapting to change<br />Clinging to one another<br />Refuge<br /><br />Silhouettes smiling in the moon's translucence <br /><br />They did not make love, it had to be taken.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-38377837341280627882012-02-13T23:20:00.000-08:002012-02-13T23:21:13.412-08:00Regretless.Conducting myself in an orderly fashion. Fastening my seat belt preparing for the reaction. Casting out the feelings of doubt that are undoubtably trying to conquer the stone walls I've built to protect my self from feeling. Fleeing the crime scene where my heart stopped beating, defeated by the sword your hand held. A transplant from your flesh to mine, your ear pressed so tightly to where my chest swelled. Holding hands is all we can come by because we lost hold of our very own souls. Destined for prophecy, every word you sing is prophetic. Studying every emotion you feed me, testing if what we share is synthetic. Not quite opposite but I'm positive that your pull on my love is magnetic. And he told me not to follow him cause he's lost too. Whispered in his ear a clear "we can find our way together, you see going down the wrong path is what led me to you". Let's not worry about the future because the moment that we are in will last us a good forever. Together intertwined, tipsy from the wine, making love to my mind. And I'm not yours and your not mine, but keep in mind that I will remember it all....<br /><br />Ps. I hope you find what your looking forUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-47738491266698736922012-02-13T21:39:00.000-08:002012-02-13T23:17:42.870-08:00The Infinite EnsembleGod's signature should be engraved on your a heart<br />or embedded somewhere in the fine lines that define your soul<br />The intricacy of your design is ingenious<br />And the depths of your heart are obscure<br />You were painted in the name of love<br />A blank canvas clothed in passion<br />God must have been fasting<br />Thoughts full of grace wearing a face<br />Inspiration is you<br /> <br />Your name seeps from the poet's pores<br />Slipping your way through writers block<br />Exploring the road less traveled<br />Orchestrating symphonies despite callused fingertips<br />Tantalizing rhymes dancing from the lips<br />Food for the starving artist<br /> <br />The cause and correlation<br />Ignition to the activist's flame<br />The voice that calls one to make a stand for his beliefs<br />I believe you bring power to the people<br />When freedom rings your name it sings<br />Encouraging leaps of faith despite cut wings<br />So we roared as we soared<br />Bold as lionsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-12831573657499742562012-02-12T18:17:00.000-08:002012-02-12T18:48:01.210-08:00A love letter to ___________Rejuvenation<br />You awaken me<br />As I lay in bed at night<br />I am eager to wake up in the morning and take you all in<br />Time without you is like an eternity<br />A day without you is a day short-lived<br />Your fragrance lingers on my lips<br />Even after you've dissapeared<br />My bold confidant<br />A pick me up when I'm down<br />Your presence makes my heart race<br />When too much time escapes without you<br />My body shakes<br />Withdrawing from your sweetness<br />Envy arising when a stranger speaks your name<br />I smell your love all over their breath<br /><br />I am not your only lover.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-71228901881165854072011-11-16T09:27:00.001-08:002011-11-16T09:27:43.172-08:00untitledI know you like the back of my hand,<br />See, like the length of your wingspan..<br />And how it can wrap around the small of my back, twice.<br />And how I didn't like you at first,<br />Because to be honest I always thought you were a little too nice.<br />Asked for some advice from a friend,<br />But I didn't take it cause her hearts broken right now.<br />And she said some things about love<br />that I didn't take to heed cause they were all too foul.<br />Gave you the benefit of the doubt,<br />Cause there's this feeling that you give me that I don't want to do without. <br />I don't want to scare you off, but my past still messes with my self esteem.<br />And I may look confident but that isn't always as it seems.<br />But I'm a woman now, don't you see these curves?<br />I'm silly enough to laugh with you, nuturing enough to kiss you when your on my last nerves.<br />Love is not a verb darling, it's an action everlasting.<br />This heart of mine was empty till you filled it up, I was fasting.<br />Spiritually in sync on the brink of revelation.<br />The purity of your creative thoughts put into articulation.<br />Locking of our jaws, young romance, causing speculation.<br />Sometimes I try to clear my mind but you always creep into my mediation.<br />Meditating on the median of the soul...<br />Meeting in the middle, not one of us in control.<br />But we just laugh it off.<br />Talk a bit.<br />And take stroll..<br /><br />-rmkUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-62142219169050289302011-08-15T13:54:00.001-07:002011-08-15T13:58:45.821-07:00I strangely resemble a lion in this picture...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSm2vlMl1sZTDd_tTlclV5cagNXM_g-tJu5YiEDLoiqPdIy8iv9IZIz1iaduI5Bumawnp8Wvy5o3qS29ZJmCpUlXlVnNk958CY6aorTlDYypw9RhaDNle3yDgdlY1vU1Sn5L99DLewa9FY/s1600/RK+296.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSm2vlMl1sZTDd_tTlclV5cagNXM_g-tJu5YiEDLoiqPdIy8iv9IZIz1iaduI5Bumawnp8Wvy5o3qS29ZJmCpUlXlVnNk958CY6aorTlDYypw9RhaDNle3yDgdlY1vU1Sn5L99DLewa9FY/s320/RK+296.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641189355461671346" /></a>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-73866917784014240162011-08-15T11:52:00.000-07:002011-08-15T11:54:09.297-07:00American Dreams<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO7pR9aSxo5wSQCw_hDeqM2nrKVG2iHx8fGDrvdj-f4VlQUcMimNVHn_56eQdf1NszQ_ZVI69sK8CrClo9H__tIN82UWfufKjXC3oV-m44k-uI5IMT-02Plx_TMU95aRrj-zedIqpBanK2/s1600/RK+295.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO7pR9aSxo5wSQCw_hDeqM2nrKVG2iHx8fGDrvdj-f4VlQUcMimNVHn_56eQdf1NszQ_ZVI69sK8CrClo9H__tIN82UWfufKjXC3oV-m44k-uI5IMT-02Plx_TMU95aRrj-zedIqpBanK2/s320/RK+295.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641157870586940002" /></a>
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<br />My aunts & Grand Dad :)
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-44939073486947886212011-08-12T17:12:00.001-07:002011-08-12T17:12:50.650-07:00feed the children - banksy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Zh78ZN58TYRbMbx_SrJ1QPZ86XuxRkto385EQ2mMHCZiqqcocYtUt4tJQcPKeG_DeCgeAcEEGtdkLboyYU5OwYC-rDBknkFmokM1T1aVNBcDACaFsLbFwmH5KPzk6z8nppauTBk9rw-s/s1600/20091118we-banksy-feed-the-world-fat-couple-small-child-pulling-rickshaw-cart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Zh78ZN58TYRbMbx_SrJ1QPZ86XuxRkto385EQ2mMHCZiqqcocYtUt4tJQcPKeG_DeCgeAcEEGtdkLboyYU5OwYC-rDBknkFmokM1T1aVNBcDACaFsLbFwmH5KPzk6z8nppauTBk9rw-s/s320/20091118we-banksy-feed-the-world-fat-couple-small-child-pulling-rickshaw-cart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640126838124484802" /></a>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-37151643115737615522011-08-12T13:01:00.000-07:002011-08-12T13:02:13.195-07:00deceptionIf you met the truth,
<br />You wouldn't take another glance at the lie you left behind.
<br />Misusing innocence,
<br />Ignorance,
<br />And girls with daddies that were impossible to find.
<br />Oh, yes…
<br /> I know your kind.
<br /> Proclaiming loves name in vain,
<br />Smiles leaving quickly as she came.
<br />Everything looks good when it's new,
<br />Nothing matters..
<br />Until it comes to you.
<br />Knowledge presented herself to you,
<br />But you refused.
<br />Remaining in the presence of pain that deceit induced.
<br />A stranger to understanding,
<br />Your comfortable with being confused.
<br />So used to feeling used,
<br />Unaccustomed to any sort of good news.
<br />Confidence is distant lately,
<br />A distorted reflection in the mirror of an unfamiliar lady.
<br />Or perhaps its a figment of your imagination,
<br />Maybe?
<br />
<br />-RK
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-17357391943021614332011-08-07T21:22:00.000-07:002011-08-07T21:24:13.190-07:00I'm alive,And extremely blessed!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-10640170600630785362011-04-06T10:28:00.000-07:002011-04-06T10:55:32.252-07:00just writingan acculmination of the words i never said<br /><br />confined and bound by the boundaries inside my head<br /><br />left uncomplacent and unfufilled by lies the world fed<br /><br />tears fall upon innocent blood wrongfully shed<br /><br />lives looked down upon because of socioeconomic status<br /><br />love made an outcast as if it isn't the souls core apparatus<br /><br />brothers killing brothers<br /><br />taking their sisters on as less than casual lovers<br /><br />lying to their fathers<br /><br />direspecting mothers<br /><br />vanity seeping out of the pores<br /><br />young women boasting about their reputations as a whore<br /><br />power, money, fame; the media's seducing lure<br /><br />the world falsely proclaims these desires as a passion<br /><br />worshipping lust, drugs, and fashion<br /><br />entralled with the present not worried about anything lasting<br /><br />hearts exploding due to constant inflation<br /><br />dwelling in a drowing nation<br /><br />succumbing to temptation<br /><br />surrounded by hopeless vindication<br /><br />screaming in a room full of intoxicated peers<br /><br />what use is speaking when nobody can hear?<br /><br />no heart pure, no conscious clear<br /><br />no idea of who God is, and why He is to fear<br /><br /> <br /><br />My God<br /><br />who can heal those who are broken<br /><br />who's words we can hear as if they were clearly spoken<br /><br />stirring up emotions so deeply emedded you feel as if your choking<br /><br />allowing seemingly impossible forgiveness up to 70 times 7<br /><br />in life Jesus loved us, In death opened up the gates of heaven<br /><br />bringing peace in the midst of divine revelation<br /><br />who am I but a sinner to be worthy of His mercy and salvation?<br /><br />-rmkUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-6238591658966427992011-02-14T09:23:00.000-08:002011-02-14T09:24:14.096-08:00untitledstriving, driving for selflessness suffering for His cause/passionately pondering acting in faith without pause/mastering my own deceptive mind, exterminating affliction/ surpassing the surplus of past addiction/inquiring only One veracious opinion/a woman in humble rebellion/protesting the secular and its corrupt dominion/ overcoming the fate of the worlds prediction! REVOLT.<br /><br /><br />rmkUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-52310168092740956222011-01-25T10:56:00.001-08:002011-01-25T10:56:29.630-08:00albert, oh albert<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidauv9_vOjBxf_njU2vBwLoLiM_va9fh8Tmpj8_3NDiiVAdiaJph6q-zLjLnACx8xYhsHce8qJE1Ka8TGPTwTrJ6ErBW_cGK8NG4cR8V2ME_4jydv2N4XRmQN-3-5nhym8Cyuum5DUUMy3/s1600/3508781311_5fa2a4329d.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidauv9_vOjBxf_njU2vBwLoLiM_va9fh8Tmpj8_3NDiiVAdiaJph6q-zLjLnACx8xYhsHce8qJE1Ka8TGPTwTrJ6ErBW_cGK8NG4cR8V2ME_4jydv2N4XRmQN-3-5nhym8Cyuum5DUUMy3/s320/3508781311_5fa2a4329d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566199352921956738" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-63401372185561962992011-01-21T09:06:00.000-08:002011-01-21T09:07:46.365-08:00Gasobe<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS2C44MNKUW4CRthpl9bsrxgZvypYwNnjdm1c4aIaK8jIJEFee8qD3Qndb4P1OINGJ_FLSmbzRsuAQ3I4SBGysQ5cAntFzX48xqvQTBCC2Lflu9blwVW94arspS-QIh1LcBBq1kf7QxYmH/s1600/gasobe.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS2C44MNKUW4CRthpl9bsrxgZvypYwNnjdm1c4aIaK8jIJEFee8qD3Qndb4P1OINGJ_FLSmbzRsuAQ3I4SBGysQ5cAntFzX48xqvQTBCC2Lflu9blwVW94arspS-QIh1LcBBq1kf7QxYmH/s320/gasobe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564686917985739538" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />For Kaitie Jo! LAKERS!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-79254645520082933592011-01-17T08:44:00.001-08:002011-01-17T08:44:57.234-08:00...this present is a new beginning<br /><br />the past<br /><br />i will not remember tomorrow<br /><br />the love i did not know yesterday<br /><br />is now the air i breathe<br /><br />when there is no hate in your heart<br /><br />the only think to know is love<br /><br />powerful, unfailing<br /><br />patient, i am waiting<br /><br />for a love eternal<br /><br />not chosen by my own want<br /><br />but whom God will direct my heart to<br /><br />faith overcomes fear<br /><br />and love will see us through<br /><br />to a love, unknown<br /><br />my heart is yours<br /><br />until we meet<br /><br />not yet but soon.<br /><br />.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-73649337583360605312011-01-03T13:19:00.000-08:002011-01-03T13:24:42.279-08:00shadows need lightmisconceptions leading your soul in the wrong direction<br />shady recollections of imperfection<br />perfectly laid out in perception<br />not to mention<br />broken hearts nonchalantly pieced back together with grade school glue sticks<br />only love can makes ones heart whole again<br />running in place<br />the past holding you in the palm of its hand<br />so you cry out for wings<br />but your unsure of where to land<br />comforted by the rays of sun that protrude through the dark<br />lonliness and bad weather causing fear to embark<br />become accquainted with faith<br />for if time is your friend its never too late<br />forget having "goodluck"<br />fall in love with fate<br /><br />-rmkUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-69764560125093702572010-12-23T09:05:00.000-08:002010-12-23T09:14:03.100-08:00The Prophet by Kahlil GibranGibrans style of writing is my favorite :) Heres an excerpt:<br /><br />"When you love you should not say, 'God is in my heart,' but rather, 'I am in the heart of God.' & think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.<br /><br />Love has no other desire but to fufill itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:<br /><br />To melt & be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.<br />To know the pain of too much tenderness.<br />To be wounded by your own understanding of love;<br />& to bleed willingly and joyfully.<br />To wake at dawn with a winged heart & give thanks for another day of loving;<br />To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;<br />To return home at eventide with gratitude;<br /><br />& then sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart & a song of praise within your lips."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-47875972221788968532010-12-15T21:55:00.000-08:002010-12-15T21:58:39.726-08:00Colossians 2:6-76 So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live in him, 7 rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness.<br /><br /><br /><br />:)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-17607260864916175642010-12-10T16:30:00.000-08:002010-12-10T16:39:02.101-08:00peach iced tea and a little thought.Funny how we pray, seek, and hope with all our hearts for something and as we wait for it, it never comes and then when we least expect it... <br /><br />Surprise surprise that something finds us! He knows the perfect timing to give us our blessings. I love God and how he works ♥ :)<br /><br /><br />RayUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-14061621572114849972010-12-10T00:05:00.000-08:002010-12-10T00:20:53.357-08:00Crazy Loveread this book as soon as possible (after your Bible of course)!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Y0eJoq6vAjuEXtHIlDJVXzTUuPkERi6hncW9bJ6Ep0wUTDFTyQr_SytK7mhYuJk70Re-14Ew4lOEsrwtErOxj-XggU0t1MrH2A-OstvRGgWYWrh3gfHbhRrjddhi1cHjqrvppkQBEGU5/s1600/crazy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Y0eJoq6vAjuEXtHIlDJVXzTUuPkERi6hncW9bJ6Ep0wUTDFTyQr_SytK7mhYuJk70Re-14Ew4lOEsrwtErOxj-XggU0t1MrH2A-OstvRGgWYWrh3gfHbhRrjddhi1cHjqrvppkQBEGU5/s320/crazy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548962109194870178" /></a><br /><br />I read this book in less than 2 days.. it inspired and challenged me and made me really take a deep look into my walk with God. Here is a few lines from the book:<br /><br />"Worry implies that we don't trust that God is big enough, powerful enough, or loving enough to take of what is happening in our lives.<br /><br />Stress says the things that we are involved in are important enough to merit our impatience, our lack of grace toward others, or our tight grip of control.<br /><br />Basically, these 2 behaviors communicate that its okay to sin and not trust God because the stuff in my life is somehow exceptional.<br /><br />Both worry and stress reek of arrogance. They declare our tendency to forget that we have been forgiven, that our lives are brief, that we are headed to a place where we won't be lonely, afraid, or hurt ever again, and in the context of God's strength, our problems are small indeed."<br /><br />- Francis ChanUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872748892712131615.post-2531679162695076182010-12-08T14:41:00.000-08:002010-12-08T14:42:46.973-08:00simple things..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-v67_t9F27Ei5OeUFGI5dlW5-lHLDJ9xdtTOYL_QmXSOKv8VJsYGaQYcrlbyBX1K1yJPanvfGkykkAUpwlLl0TkiFS___OEyNEo0vrUHv6iPjHfYc9iIcVVJ4kMCfNdj73Xn2m_nBavIS/s1600/emerson-quote.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-v67_t9F27Ei5OeUFGI5dlW5-lHLDJ9xdtTOYL_QmXSOKv8VJsYGaQYcrlbyBX1K1yJPanvfGkykkAUpwlLl0TkiFS___OEyNEo0vrUHv6iPjHfYc9iIcVVJ4kMCfNdj73Xn2m_nBavIS/s320/emerson-quote.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548445496620671330" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1