Well again I don't quite know what I am writing here.....

*sits for about 15 minutes staring at at the screen thinking..*

OK, well I heard this song on Sunday at EPM... Someone sung it so awesomely, I was awestruck from the lyrics of the song, and have listened to it over and over again..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIfuYyBAlRU&feature=avmsc2

What am I?

I realized in the last few days, I am actually only a person. I should not be going on at God about how things are not going as "planned" because I am actually human, and He is God. I don't actually have the right to go around saying I don't like you anymore cause this is not going my way!! I should be thankful for what God has already done in my life, and is doing, ad is going ot do.. Even if I can not see it.

well, this is my ponderings for now...

Time slips away

Yesterday someone asked what it was like to be thirteen.

I began to think back.

I thought back to one of the hardest years of my life.

2008.

In this year I went the highest, and fell the lowest.

In this year I was baptized and felt fantastic.

I made my first friend, after three years.

I started going to a Bible study.

Also:

I was very depressed, and hated everything about myself.

I tried to kill myself on many occasions. Once almost succeeding.

Only by the amazing timing of God am i alive.

This got me thinking.

It feels like only yesterday I was turning thirteen.

But I have changed a whole lot!

I don't quite know what I am going on about.

(I should really think it through before I start typing)

I guess I am trying to say, make the most of your time.

You choose if you use it for good, or for bad.

If you choose to waste it, you can't get it back.

So as time goes by:

Use it to the FULL extend to what God has GIVEN it to you for.

"The clock is running. Make the most of today. Time waits for no man. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it is called the present."

Only Today

Whatever I may want to do
It must be done today.
There is no other time.

Yesterdays are but todays
Used and gone beyond my grasp.
Not one can ever be brought back;

Even as a bell can't be unrung
Or a spoken, unintended word
Be readily retrieved before
It reaches someone's ear.

Tomorrows are todays awaiting birth.
Each comes unbidden in the night
To arrive full-fledged for me to use
And do whatever I may want to do.