Frail Endeavors Along Reality
Sufficient Happiness Among Mediocre Exteriors
Disguised as Opaque Unchangeable Bouts of Tenacity
Living Outside Viridian Establishments
Headed Onwards to Peaceful Evenings
Freedom Altering Inhibited Trails of Humanity
comic by tacticianjenro
I miss being a child where I didn’t have to worry or shape the future that could be ahead of me. At that moment, I wasn’t thinking about what I’d really like to be or how I’d like to shape myself. I thought things would just happen and fall into place. I was also very creative, more than most kids, I believe. I was writing comics, and making up my own stories and characters. Looking back,if ever someone showed their support to me, that would have helped me out as a kid and change me in a huge way. I still remember the stories, although they were simple.. I know the beauty behind them. But like the comic said, they were thrown away.
comic by tacticianjenro
He says we are loved. We are secured. We are forgiven. This life is scary but He promises to keep us safe, and to provide for what we need. And there are no limits to what He can make possible. He has such an amazing promise..
“You and I are going to be okay. You know that, right?”
“Easier to say, but harder to believe… because…
Look around, and look at all these people.
Isn’t it all a little bit too hard for them?
For me, either..I feel stuck in a rut, never really knowing what to do…what to be…what goes on from here.
But I guess that’s what having faith is about now….
Even if more often I want things to just change, but the thought that I have to change them myself is sad…”
art by tacticianjenro
Billions of people around the world…some they die and some are born. People everywhere…they smile, and they weep. And they ask. They see life beyond. They see what’s going to come eventually. They see ideals forsaken, and people ending up broken.
And in the end, I can say that the most sensible answer is love. To love in spite of the questions, and imperfections. To love….and to be loved. To rest in the unending grace of God. To have hope.
I don’t know what to do. Sometimes I don’t feel like I’m okay. I still feel like a caterpillar…a sapling…but with time I will grow. I won’t give up….my Daddy isn’t giving up on me, either.
I try to catch my breath, it hasn’t happened yet.
I’m wide awake in the middle of the night scared to death.
So I pray, “God, would You make this stop?”
“Father, please hold on to me, You’re all I’ve got.”
Carry me, carry me, carry me now,
From my sinking sand to Your solid ground.
The only way I’m ever gonna make it out
Is if You carry me, carry me, carry me now.
God carry me, carry me, carry me now..
Jesus calm my heart,
Come near me please.
Lord don’t let these worries get the best of me.
Oh I believe, that You’re still here with me.
Cause You meant what You said when You said You’d never leave.
I’m at the end of myself
I know I’ve got nothing left.
Feels like I’m stuck in the valley of the shadow of death.
And I’ve been down here so long..
I just can’t find my way out.
Oh God I don’t stand a chance,
Unless You carry me now.
God carry me now.
Things are getting a bit complicated. I’m not sure but, for some time, things have been the same. Some might say there isn’t any visible “sign” of growth… A tangible sense of improvement, a “better” person, exactly. But it isn’t really about that, right?
“This is not about what you’ve done, but what’s been done for you.”
Sometimes we get so caught up on what we’re missing…what we don’t have… what we feel isn’t right, that we forget about the arms of love wrapping around us and holding us tight, keeping us together.
The arms of love.
The arms of Jesus Christ.
It’s been a year since I’ve wrote this short story called “The Cycle of Being Better” and since then it has still been the same. The weaknesses and the failures of man, cause us to think so low of them when despite of those failures and weaknesses that man is still loved. Still a treasure in the arms of Christ.