It’s the 4th of July..
The day where I avoid my family. Where I avoid ridicule and interrogation to why I live my life the way I do. The day where I spend time with my friends and their families, and I get to see through the problems they bitch about like we all do and see that even through the issues their families love them for who they are. I’m blessed to be a part of that with them but it obviously can never be the same. It’s days like today where I especially would like to denounce my name. With all pessimism aside, today seems hopeful. Sincerely, Sean WildLove
Choked..
The opportunity was right there and I kept walking. I had the chance-a chance I never really ever get and I did nothing. I yelled at myself the entire drive home. I don’t think I’ve said the F word so many times in one sitting. I’m an idiot.
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Prayer
Getting over the person I used to be isn’t easy. Acknowledging my flaws is fine. I know I’m not perfect. It’s just difficult to understand myself as a Christ follower when at times I feel like a monster. The enemy is trying so hard to get me down. Sometimes he wins. I can’t keep this up. I can’t keep carrying all of this shit that would control my life. I’m stepping down. You, LORD, have the roadmap. In fear and hope and love, I put my faith in you. Use me.
I wonder when you’ll know-if you know, that I seem to only ever write about you anymore. I guess it’s my way of forcing myself away from you since I’ll just be a memory of yours in a couple months. I’ll make it obvious…when it’s too late.
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That song was for you.
I took a chance. I guess it’s far past too late. Maybe I just think too hard. I just don’t want the last line to come true….
“…when we reach this day a year from now, I’ll just be smoke inside your clothes.”
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I almost went out like Dally last night…
….but I was stopped. I was loved. I was reminded that I’m surrounded by people who love me more that I could ever know. I’m truly blessed.
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Let me break this one down a little…
My dad texts me just to talk.
I ignored the text.
I remember while I’m at work that it is the anniversary of the day my grandma (his mom) went to be with Jesus.
My dad was at home all day.
My stepmom worked late.
My sister had school.
I ignored the text.
I’m an asshole.
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Cool. Tough. Pretty. Smart. Badass. Sensitive. Hippy. Hardcore. Gay. Straight. Popular. Rebellious. etc…
How’s about we stop trying to fit into a certain image and go back to being ourselves? I dare you to try.
I’ve been hating my dreams lately…
I don’t normally have reoccurring dreams (besides one that’s kind of funny), but lately I’ve had the same horrible dream. Only last night there was more added into the dream. An ending I’d left out only to see and hear it for the first time-granting me an epiphany that I don’t know if I ever even wanted. Right as things were coming together in my life, I now wish that I will never sleep for risk of dreaming about her again.
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Christianity is founded in Love. Christianity can only run in Love. When it runs on guilt and fear, than its moving in the wrong direction. If you receive redemption from Christ through His sacrifice, there will be complete understanding that new life in Him is Love. Our faults and imperfections aren’t meant to guilt us into redemption. It’s more like growing up. Rather than looking for trouble, we are guided with the spirit that lives in us to try and stay out of trouble. It doesn’t mean we’re perfect all of a sudden. It doesn’t mean we were guilted into showing up to church every Sunday. We (born again followers of Christ) just have a greater understanding of Love because we have Love living in us. That’s what I mean about saying Namaste. Telling fellow believers “I honor the spirit that lives within you” is both a great compliment and an act of worship.
God is Love. Love is real.
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I swear my mom took speaking lessons from Yoda…or as they would say: speaking lessons from Yoda they took.
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For the last four days, you’ve been in my dreams. You’ll be gone soon. I guess that’s why I post about you on here from time to time like a missed connection on Craigslist hoping you’d read it. I don’t want to miss you.
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