Note to self

Unstoppable prayer

Things that stop me from praying:

1 - I think too much

2 - I talk too much

3 - I rest too much

Remember to pray in all situations.

Prayer makes me UNSTOPPABLE.

Pray when a season ends.

Pray in a crisis.

Pray for God's will to be done.

Pray to obtain God's promises.

Pray in weakness.

Pray.

And He said

Finally,

finally you see,

that you need Me,

the creator of the mountains and seas,

the birds and the trees.

As you bow your knee,

and mutter your sorrowful plea

all I see

is that you mean

so much to me

your Father and King.

When He said "it is done"

you became my son,

so please don't run,

but look to the One,

the light that shines just like the sun,

and all the burdens that weigh a ton,

will be taken away,

one by one.

Friendship

Two people are better off than one, for they can help each other succeed. If one person falls, the other can reach out and help. But someone who falls alone is in real trouble. Likewise, two people lying close together can keep each other warm. But how can one be warm alone? A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back-to-back and conquer. Three are even better, for a triple-braided cord is not easily broken. - Ecclesiastes 4:9–12

Forgive

The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.

Attitude

“You cannot control what happens to you, but you can control your attitude toward what happens to you, and in that, you will be mastering change rather than allowing it to master you.”

Help me, Lord.

I tried Lord

I tried Lord
I tried hard to be Your good little boy
Chin up, head high
All zeal and no joy
Thinking all my good deeds could please Jesus
Boy, was I wrong
Though I knew the right songs, all my cymbals and gongs played the melodies wrong
And it wasn’t long ‘til I saw my disease
A life spent wanting to please
On hands and knees
To make right, to appease
God help me please
This can’t be Christianity, it can’t be
The whole thing’s like insanity
Where’s the rest of eternal security?
Where’s the hope of a God big enough to cope with all my hang-ups and insecurities?
Certainly this isn’t breathing
My chest burning and heaving
It’s like my pulse is ceasing
Like my heart quits beating
Yet this I recall to mind and therefore I have hope:
You died, Lord
You died, Lord
Assuredly, like the coming of the dawn, the Father’s love song goes on
Drowning out my bitter songs
And breaking through walls and barriers
Christ swoops in, removes sin, picks up His bride and carries her
So I can sing in agreement with the King this thing:
There’s only one thing that pleases the Father
The God-man on the tree in the midst of the scoffers
Now I finally see that Christ is what Christ offers
And I’m finally free in the love of the Father