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Thanks for the flowers, May <3 What a privilege it was to be baptized in the midst of great people. What it meant to be baptiz...

Thanks for the flowers, May <3

What a privilege it was to be baptized in the midst of great people. What it meant to be baptized? Everything.

Saturday, September 12 2015 was the date I and 28 other people were born again spiritually and breathed a new and convicted life. It was then when I realized that I could not live without church. I would not stand a chance in this Earth if not without church. 

For the past year, I had experienced living church. breathing church. doing church. being church. with a bunch of amazing people crazy enough to accept me for who I am. What is church, if not for them? What is church if not with them? These people commit their all to God, sacrificed loads to do right by God, one conversation with them and their love for God spreads. Their the explanation on how church is, WITH God. I found Him in everyone. I found Him here, after so many years of hopping to churches that run without Him. 


I still have troubles, I'm still troubled, I come home to trouble. But I have the ultimate weapon.

God.






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pc:tumblr I sit and stare into a blank canvas of a sky thinking, there must be something above all this.  Why? Why are we here? Why a...

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I sit and stare into a blank canvas of a sky thinking, there must be something above all this. 
Why? Why are we here? Why am I living this life? Why is it so hard to just live?

I get to college, passing by unfamiliar faces trying to come up with a convincing explanation that I'm here for something better.
When? When did I end up here? When did I decide this path? When did this happen? To me.

I sit down in the cafeteria of this college, surrounded by hundreds of other lives that I wander over. The whole room filled with hundreds of loud noises leaving into the atmosphere.
How? How can you be content with your life now? How did everything measure up to this moment? How did everything start being so perplexed? Suffocated with noise, I just wanted to breathe.

I get home, the same amount of noise is present in a small living room. Four different man-made devices were playing. One person controlling it all. 
Again, I ask how? How can you concentrate? How can you believe that this is all there is to living? How is it OKAY? 

I sit in my room, distracted by even the slightest quiver of a branch? There must be someone above all this.
Who? Who are we? Who made this world? Who placed me here? Please make it stop. 

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