For God so loved..

The media says, What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. But is that really the truth, because I was under the mind set that what doesn't kill you leaves bruises and scars. Sometimes even open wounds. I find it crazy, yet so normal how hurting yourself for 'Battle wounds' is the new in thing. Going out and making a warrior out of yourself is supposed to be glorified. But why do we dance on the line? why do we play with fire? Knowing good and well that it will hurt us in the process. Saying that, I now say this... God is love. I spend so much time asking myself, 'How can he love me when I spit in his face?' How can he STILL love me even when I turned my back?' But what I tend to forget is that Gods very nature is love. Almost just as our nature is to breathe his is Love. Now yes, he is a just God and will judge accordingly, but I mean come on. Let us not forget that oh so familiar scripture that we all can quote in our sleep... John 3:16 'For God So LOVED (he LOVED US SOOOO MUCH) the world He GAVE his only begotten son, so that who so ever believes in him, shall NOT parish, but have everlasting life.' He GAVE us something so precious to him, gave him to us to Die. What?! why?! well, because he loved us. So what more could we do? All he asks of us is to fall in love with him again, or maybe for the first time even, to put our complete faith in him! because he loves us!! Dont you ever forget! ♥



Tori 

Create in me.....

                    Create in me a clean heart, Of all the filth that I allowed it to consume.
   And renew a right spirit within me, because I let my guards down, let the world make my decisions for me.

Cast me not away from thy presence, though I ran, you bring me back ever so fervently, please don't take yourself from me.
Take not thy holy spirit from me..Restore unto me the joy of my salvation, and renew a right spirit within me. ♥

The Beginning of the End.

This is it. ♥             The time is right now, it's  all out there. Who i've become I'm not proud of, But its time to rise against the current time to seek the face of the one who wrote my story. His writing is ever so perfect, never ceasing to fail, even when I do. When my tears fall unceasingly he makes a river, a river that flows into a waterfall that falls into an abyss of endless forgetting sorrows. To know and to think that he knew me before I knew me, well now, that's just incredible. I'm nothing short of unworthy of any kind of love, let alone His love. When the broken fall to their knees, I fall because I've broken myself, Ive torn my own clothes, made a mess of my own life. I guess the real beauty lies in that God is so love that he gently picks me up and puts me back together. Humbled I am. I truly am. So I end this with a look into the beginning, The beginning of the end of the old me. 

♥ 

I see what I madeIn your mother's wombI see the day I fell in love with you.I see your tomorrowsNothing left to chanceI see My Father's fingerprintsI see your story, I see My nameWritten on every beautiful pageYou see the struggleYou see the shameI see the reason I cameI came for your storyI came for your woundsTo show you what Love seesWhen I see you. 

Quickly she walked, she showed no fear nor emotion. Holding her breath she thought maybe, she might see the light at the end of the tunnel. Not something cliche you see. No.Rapidly she was pacing along in a Sub shaft, squinting in the midst of darkness, as large subway cars whisked past her, sending her hair to and fro but she carried on, never to look back.Trying to make out the speck of glow in the far distance, that maybe just maybe it was the end. Where or what she was walking so fervently from no one could tell you. For she was a girl of no speech, just a small frail thing with little eyes that burned with mystery. 

Introduction.

..This is to you. Just know that when i write with rage, i spell incorrectly, I forget grammar and i lose all tact. If that sets okay with you, then I'm alright with that. I can't promise you perfection, But i can promise you honesty and reality. If you let me, I'll take you on a journey into me. Weather it be a horror novel, Or a hopeless Romance ( Which i highly doubt haha) One can only just sit for the ride. I guess there's not much that would surprise you about me, I mean after all i do wear my heart on my sleeve. That's the amount I'm okay with reading. Not much of anything personal, just mere personal preference. Alright? Alright.



                                           & Were off.
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