Something new I’m trying out…
Ignorance is the gun & silence is the trigger. By staying silent your killing the sinner. Keeping the truth in your lap like a dirty secret. When all along they’re dying to hear it. Your afraid of what they’ll say or what they’ll think of you. Well wake up call, your killing you! By keeping God hidden its like your ashamed. Ashamed to share your faith. Ashamed to share His strength. God is the reason to speak. God is the reason to think. God is in the business of life. So do yourself a favor and let him buy. He already paid, with your sins on that cross. Now start living life, like he’s your boss!
I suck. I know I suck. lol. But hey, gotta start somewhere!
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
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2 Corinthians 12:9-10 (NIV)
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January 6th, 2012
Dear Diary,
Life is getting to me lately. I am one of those people who are always wanting to help others. Make them feel better. To listen to what they have going on. But as soon as I go to open my mouth and tell anyone what is going on in my life, I stop. I just close my mouth. Smile and continue to ask them whats going on with them.
I don’t know why I’m this way. Or why I’ve become this way. I used to be a very open person. Open about my feelings or what I’m thinking. But somewhere down the road, I just…I stopped. I kept it to myself. I don’t know if it was to spare others feelings or because people around me were sad or hurt, and I didn’t want to add to it.
But lately a lot has been going on in my life. I may or may not write about it. We’ll see how I’m feeling. I know that is discounting everything I said I’ll do here. To open up and write. But hey I’m still me. Gotta start slowly right…
Diary of a Mad Black Woman.
Orlando: I love you
Helen: And how do you know that?
Orlando: I carry you in my spirit. I pray for you more than I pray for myself. And if you're away for more than an hour, I can't stop thinkin about ya! And your smile, when you smile, my world is alright.