Thursday, October 28, 2010

Call

 "Falling on my knees in worship
Giving all I am to seek your face
Lord all I am is yours
My whole life
I place in your hands
God of Mercy
Humbled I bow down
In your presence at your throne
I called you answered
And you came to my rescue and I
I wanna be where you are
In my life be lifted high
In our world be lifted high
In our love be lifted high"

Reflect on this song...really read it and think about it...



Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Love on the Lost


So my last public prayer was, Lord, burden me.  Be warned: don't pray that prayer unless you mean it!  Trust me, He will cause your heart to be broken. 

Last night I worked with All J's Catering at an event in Seneca.  It went off without a hitch, but there was TONS of food left over.  I knew they donated to the homeless shelter sometimes, so I offered to take the food over to Our Daily Rest.  When I got out of my car I walked up to the "Women's Entrance" door and was met by a girl around my same age.  It was dark out so I was unable to see her face clearly, but as she explained to me how to open the door, my heart broke

I remember being that girl.  It was not even a year ago that I was in her position.  The dorm room at Charleston Southern was the only place I could call home.  If it wasn't for the grace of the housing department understanding that, I would have been expelled for my bad grades and not showing up for class.  Those leaders helped me. 


I want to explain for a moment what being homeless is like. 

Being homeless is having your world collapse around you.  It feels like your stuck under ten tons of weight and you can't get up.  You feel like you'll never be able to get out.  You don't want to accept this is your life, scrounging around, never having money, drugs, sex, whatever it may be, but you can't seem to get your head above water.  The world around you (which often times includes family and formerly close friends) looks down on you because you're not "working to get out of your current situation", but little do they know how hard it is to survive. 

I used to have people tell me, well if you'd just get a job you could get out of the life you're living.  First of all, ever heard the expression, "you gotta have money to make money"?  Well in a sense its very true.  Those of us who work, think about it this way...every morning before heading to work, what do you do?  Most of us would say, eat breakfast, take a shower, brush my teeth, pick out my clothes, do hair and makeup, then get in my fuel-efficient car, and drive to work.  When you're homeless (truly homeless...not in a shelter...but out on the street or living in your car) eating breakfast generally doesn't happen, taking a shower, brushing teeth, hair and makeup is a joke, and you would probably be picking dirt off your clothes.  Most homeless people don't have a car and those who do don't have the gas to put in one. 

So what I'm saying is, how do we expect people without showers and such to be able to get a job?  From personal experience, having a job (therefore making money) is the only way to physically get you off the streets, but it doesn't heal the wounds of whatever PUT you there. 

We often watch commercials of children overseas who are struggling to survive.  It breaks my heart, and I hate it for those children.  No one wants to see that.  But we are forgetting about our own people.  There are people in our community who are broken and discouraged.  They feel like they are never going to be able to get out.  Maybe what they've tried has failed, only to leave them more disheartened than ever before.  Personally, I fell deeply into depression, and announced publicly yesterday on my facebook that if it was not for JESUS CHRIST intervening in my life, I would have died and gone to hell.  But in those years, those moments, I felt like being successful was impossible, and I lost the drive to try.


As I handed plates of food to these people, "my people", people of our community, I ended up giving up the dinner plates I had made for myself.  I say that not so anyone will praise me for doing good, but to tell you how blessed I felt in doing so.  God humbled me last night and reminded me that I was THAT GIRL!  I lived in homeless shelter down state.  I've slept in my car.  I've hungered for food.  I gave them my food because God has blessed me with the money to provide for myself.  That mac & cheese was a blessing to them.  Knowing that they had dinner or lunch tomorrow was a blessing.  And in turn, God burdened my heart.

On my way home all I could think about was that girl.  I just wanted to run back and hug her and tell her I know who can get her out of this life she's living; she'll never be hungry or thirsty again.  As I laid in my bed, I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking, why am I sleeping in a nice warm bed?  I dreamt about some of the struggles I went through when I was sleeping in my car or doing my best to bathe in a rest stop bathroom.  I woke up this morning and thought about how truly hard it was to break that cycle I was in.  I talked on the phone with a friend this morning and began to cry at the realization that less than a year ago I WAS THAT GIRL!  Then I started to think about what it was that brought me out and the only explanation I have is My Father God and His Son Jesus Christ.  When I was completely down and out, I cried out to Him, and He provided.

Matthew 25:31-36 

“But when the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, then he will sit upon his glorious throne. All the nations will be gathered in his presence, and he will separate the people as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. He will place the sheep at his right hand and the goats at his left.
“Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father, inherit the Kingdom prepared for you from the creation of the world. For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home. I was naked, and you gave me clothing. I was sick, and you cared for me. I was in prison, and you visited me.’
“Then these righteous ones will reply, ‘Lord, when did we ever see you hungry and feed you? Or thirsty and give you something to drink? Or a stranger and show you hospitality? Or naked and give you clothing? When did we ever see you sick or in prison and visit you?’
“And the King will say, ‘I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!’
“Then the King will turn to those on the left and say, ‘Away with you, you cursed ones, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his demons. For I was hungry, and you didn’t feed me. I was thirsty, and you didn’t give me a drink. I was a stranger, and you didn’t invite me into your home. I was naked, and you didn’t give me clothing. I was sick and in prison, and you didn’t visit me.’
“Then they will reply, ‘Lord, when did we ever see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and not help you?’
“And he will answer, ‘I tell you the truth, when you refused to help the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were refusing to help me.’
“And they will go away into eternal punishment, but the righteous will go into eternal life.”
This passage took on an entirely new meaning this morning.  As I said on my facebook status, it is time for us as Christ-followers to rise up, reach out, and touch the hurting around us.  We have the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ.  There are those in our community that are hungry and thirsty, they are in prison, they are beaten down and broken apart.  We need to allow God, ask God, to set a fire within our spirits.  Pray for brokenness over the souls of the lostPray for the opportunity to share His love with those around you.  We all can recognize those around us who need help.  Maybe they are paying with all change in the grocery store or asking for 5 dollars so they can put gas in their car to go home.  Maybe its that one kid that comes to church, but never eats... load up a group of them and head to McDonald's.  Be Jesus to those around you, and love on the lost.



Friday, October 22, 2010

Carry the Burden

 
Ever been burdened by something?  I guess another good way to phrase that is...Ever been broken? 
Marly and I were talking a while back about how suddenly after having my kids and placing them, I didn't want other young ladies to go through what I had been through.  That feeling had become and continues to be so strong that I want to do anything and everything in my power to reach out to these young women. 
At night I would be home watching Teen Mom and begin crying.  It wasn't because Farrah's boyfriend didn't know she was pregnant before he died.  It wasn't because it broke my heart Amber was abusive to Gary in front of Leah.  It wasn't because Maci was impacting Bentley's life by moving to Nashville to be with Kyle.  It was because I've been in Catelynn and Tyler's shoes.  I've been in all of their shoes.  My first boyfriend didn't know I was pregnant.  I've been abused while pregnant.  I've made life altering decisions without thinking about my kids.  But the hardest of all was giving them up. 
I never want any girl to be in my shoes.  I know its going to happen.  It happens daily.  But if my story will change any ones life, I'm willing to try.  But instead of doing anything I was just sitting on my couch bawling my eyes out, wondering, why is this breaking my heart so much?  That's when Marly told me I was burdened, broken for the lives of the unborn.

Think about this in Christ's life.  He was so BURDENED for our lives...for my life, for my kids lives, for their parents lives, for my family and friends' lives...and He said, Father, if there is anything I can do to possibly save just one [I'm sorry, but did you catch that...JUST ONE] life from hell, I will do it.  And God said, give me your life.  Okay, um WOW!  Just wondering, but are you reading what I am??? 

God said to Jesus (his son), I want you to DIE [not only just die, but the most excruciating, painful death imaginable] so that even just one person can have the OPPORTUNITY (meaning, you can choose to or not) to live with Us forever.  In theory, Jesus could have died for no reason at all.  Cause I mean, everyone makes the conscious decision to follow Him or not.  Thankfully, Christ didn't die in vain, but He would have just to give us the chance to live eternally.  Gosh that is freakin powerful stuff right there!

Here is what the Word says about having this same kind of burden...
 
Carry each other's burdens and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.
— Galatians 6:2 (NIV)
Note: this says...carry out EACH OTHER'S burden.  Sometimes, we can get so wrapped up in the stuff in our lives that we forget what other people have going on.  We tend to forget the world doesn't revolve around us.  When Marly told me God had placed a burden on my heart and wanted me to carry that burden, my exact words were..."I don't want to be weighed down by other peoples stuff".  It was like as soon as I got to the end of that sentence I had already regretted saying it.  I'm sure there were times when Christ was ready to throw up His hands and say..."YOU DEAL WITH IT!"  But He didn't.  And being a Christ follower I'm supposed to do everything I can do mimic Him. 

So today, my question is...what are you burdened with?
Is there something I can do to help you carry that burden?
What do you need prayer for?
Comment on my facebook page or send me a message!
I will come before My Father on your behalf.
I'm ready to carry this, what has now become my burden...whatever it may be.

Holy Father,
Thank you so much for what your Son did for me that day.  Words seriously aren't even enough to express my gratitude.  I think about the song "Arise, My Love" and the words..."Could it be that His Father had forsaken Him?  Turned His back on His Son, despising our sin." ring out in my head.  Sin disgusts you so much that you had to turn your back on your only son.  That sacrafice is something I honestly don't believe I could ever do, which is why I thank you so much that you have provided my sons the opportunity to be Yours.  Father, help me remember that I am not alone in this world, and that other people are out there hurting.  Burden my heart, O God.  Break me.  I cry out to you now where the entire world can see...I want to be burdened for the lost.  You lit a fire underneath me a few months ago and I pray that you will continue to keep it burning bright.  I cast Satan out of my life.  I want nothing of him or of this world.  Be with those unborn children, God.  Be with the young mothers who are sitting in that abortion clinic right now, struggling, knowing they don't want to be there.  Father, reach down and touch those girls, touch those children, they all deserve a voice.  Help me be the witness I need to be.  Lead me and guide me, Lord.  Burden me, again, I pray.  Be with all of those who read this blog.  Touch their lives in some way today, God.  Make yourself evident in each one of their lives.   In Your Son's holy and precious name, Amen.

This is from Wikipedia and is pretty decently accurate...you don't have to read it, but if you would like it explains what happens during a crucifixion, including what about it that kills you.  I suggest that you read it and try to understand that Christ went through this for YOU!

Crucifixion was often performed to terrorize and dissuade the onlookers from perpetrating the crimes punishable by it. Victims were left on display after death as warnings. Crucifixion was usually intended to provide a death that was particularly slow, painful (hence the term excruciating, literally "out of crucifying"), gruesome, humiliating, and public, using whatever means were most expedient for that goal. Crucifixion methods varied considerably with location and time period.
The Greek and Latin words corresponding to "crucifixion" applied to many different forms of painful execution, from impaling on a stake, to affixing to a tree, to an upright pole (a crux simplex) or to a combination of an upright (in Latin, stipes) and a crossbeam (in Latin, patibulum).[5]
In some cases, the condemned was forced to carry the crossbeam on his shoulders to the place of execution. A whole cross would weigh well over 300 pounds, but the crossbeam would weigh only 75–125 pounds.[6] The Roman historian Tacitus records that the city of Rome had a specific place for carrying out executions, situated outside the Esquiline Gate,[7] and had a specific area reserved for the execution of slaves by crucifixion.[8] Upright posts would presumably be fixed permanently in that place, and the crossbeam, with the condemned person perhaps already nailed to it, would then be attached to the post.
The person executed may have been attached to the cross by rope, though nails are mentioned in a passage by the Judean historian Josephus, where he states that at the Siege of Jerusalem (70), "the soldiers out of rage and hatred, nailed those they caught, one after one way, and another after another, to the crosses, by way of jest."[9] Objects used in the crucifixion of criminals, such as nails, were sought as amulets with perceived medicinal qualities.[10]
While a crucifixion was an execution, it was also a humiliation, by making the condemned as vulnerable as possible. Although artists have depicted the figure on a cross with a loin cloth or a covering of the genitals, writings by Seneca the Younger suggest that victims were crucified completely nude.[11] When the criminal had to urinate or defecate, they had to do so in the open, in view of passers-by, resulting in discomfort and the attraction of insects. Despite its frequent use by the Romans, the horrors of crucifixion did not escape mention by some of their eminent orators. Cicero for example, in a speech that appears to have been an early bid for its abolition,[12] described crucifixion as "a most cruel and disgusting punishment", and suggested that "the very mention of the cross should be far removed not only from a Roman citizen’s body, but from his mind, his eyes, his ears."[12]
Frequently, the legs of the person executed were broken or shattered with an iron club, an act called crurifragium, which was also frequently applied without crucifixion to slaves.[13] This act hastened the death of the person but was also meant to deter those who observed the crucifixion from committing offenses.[13]

Nail placement
In popular depictions of the crucifixion of Jesus (possibly because in translations of John 20:25
the wounds are described as being "in his hands"), Jesus is shown with nails in his hands. But in Greek the word "χείρ", usually translated as "hand", referred to arm and hand together,[19] and to denote the hand as distinct from the arm some other word was added, as "ἄκρην οὔτασε χεῖρα" (he wounded the end of the χείρ, i.e., he wounded her hand).[20]
A possibility that does not require tying is that the nails were inserted just above the wrist, between the two bones of the forearm (the radius and the ulna).[21]
An experiment that was the subject of a documentary on the National Geographic Channel's Quest For Truth: The Crucifixion,[22] showed that a person can be suspended by the palm of the hand. Nailing the feet to the side of the cross relieves strain on the wrists by placing most of the weight on the lower body.
Another possibility, suggested by Frederick Zugibe, is that the nails may have been driven in at an angle, entering in the palm in the crease that delineates the bulky region at the base of the thumb, and exiting in the wrist, passing through the carpal tunnel.
A foot-rest (suppedaneum) attached to the cross, perhaps for the purpose of taking the person's weight off the wrists, is sometimes included in representations of the crucifixion of Jesus, but is not discussed in ancient sources. Some scholars interpret the Alexamenos graffito, the earliest surviving depiction of the Crucifixion, as including such a foot-rest.[23] Ancient sources also mention the sedile, a small seat attached to the front of the cross, about halfway down,[24][25][26] which could have served a similar purpose. A short upright spike or cornu might also be attached to the sedile, forcing the victim to rest his or her perineum on the point of the device, or allow it to insert into the anus or vagina.[11] These devices were not an attempt to relieve suffering, but would prolong the process of death. The cornu would also add considerably to the pain and humiliation of crucifixion.
In 1968, archaeologists discovered at Giv'at ha-Mivtar in northeast Jerusalem the remains of one Jehohanan, who had been crucified in the 1st century. The remains included a heel bone with a nail driven through it from the side. The tip of the nail was bent, perhaps because of striking a knot in the upright beam, which prevented it being extracted from the foot. A first inaccurate account of the length of the nail led some to believe that it had been driven through both heels, suggesting that the man had been placed in a sort of sidesaddle position, but the true length of the nail, 11.5 centimetres (4.53 inches), suggests instead that in this case of crucifixion the heels were nailed to opposite sides of the upright.[27][28][29]

Cause of death
The length of time required to reach death could range from a matter of hours to a number of days, depending on exact methods, the prior health of the condemned, and environmental circumstances. Death could result from any combination of causes, including blood loss, hypovolemic shock, or sepsis following infection, caused by the scourging that sometimes preceded the crucifixion, or by the process of being nailed itself, or eventual dehydration.[30][31]
A theory attributed to Pierre Barbet holds that, when the whole body weight was supported by the stretched arms, the typical cause of death was asphyxiation.[32] He conjectured that the condemned would have severe difficulty inhaling, due to hyper-expansion of the chest muscles and lungs. The condemned would therefore have to draw himself up by his arms, leading to exhaustion, or have his feet supported by tying or by a wood block. When no longer able to lift himself, the condemned would die within a few minutes. Experiments by Frederick Zugibe have, however, revealed that, when suspended with arms at 60° to 70° from the vertical, test subjects had no difficulty breathing, only rapidly increasing discomfort and pain.[33][34] This would correspond to the Roman use of crucifixion as a prolonged, agonizing, humiliating death. Legs were often broken to hasten death through severe traumatic shock and fat embolism.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Wait

Patience is a virtue.  But it is definitely not MY virtue.  Patience is something I really have to pray for.  I like to get things done as fast as possible and I don't like waiting for anything.  I tend to keep a busy schedule so it is important for me to get things on my calendar as fast as I can.  If something comes up and its time is to be determined usually I end up having to bow out because something with a set schedule popped up.  I am all about scheduling my down time.  But hey, I like to keep busy.  I can't stand just sitting around doing nothing.  So waiting for me is close to impossible.
Over the past few weeks God has been telling me to wait on moving, changing jobs, and on finding a man.  That last one is killing me.  Its like I'm scared to be alone.  Thats why I started dating that guy so fast.  Now we're broken up and I've determined that I'm just going to wait.  Surprisingly enough its not really killing me any longer.  I have a certain peace about it.  But if you're like me, it will take a long time to get that peace.

Why is it that waiting is such a hard thing to do?  I am of the generation iphone.  We wait for nothing in my generation.  Everything is done in mere seconds.  Our phones now come equipped to keep us from waiting.  I remember just a few years ago ... if I needed to get on the Internet to do something I had to WAIT to either do it at school or for time to go to the library.  I had to WAIT while music took hours to download.  Now, I do everything from my cell phone.  The Internet is with me wherever I go.  And there is an app for everything!!!  I never have to wait for answers because its all in the palm of my hand.  I downloaded an album onto my phone (13 songs) in 5 minutes.  My generation is one that does not wait.  But waiting (being patient) is a concept that God uses rather frequently.


My very close friend and I had been brainstorming on why it is that "bad guys" [abusers, losers, etc.] are attracted to me.  I went through a study a while back on sexual healing {no not the song}.  The things that I learned during the short time I was involved in the study still stick with me now, especially now.  Think about it this way...if an animal is wounded what do you usually see circling overhead?  Vultures
They smell the wounded animal and are waiting on the perfect opportunity to swoop down and take advantage.  The bad guys I referred to above are like the vultures.  They smell a wounded woman.  She could be wounded from sexual sin, abuse, addictions, whatever the case may be.  But she is wounded, and the vultures are ready to take advantage of that brokenness.  They come around and tell you whatever you need to hear.  Its like they know you're torn down and they continue to break you, subtly, until you no longer feel worth anything.


These guys have been attracted to me for a long time.  I've always wondered...why can't I find a guy that treats me right.  Its because I'm wounded.  So Marly and I were trying to figure out exactly what it is inside of me that needs to be healed.  I have come out of the "victim" role and I've accepted my past and moved on from it.  But obviously if these guys are still showing up something has not yet been healed.  Out of no where we figured it out.

My body. 

I no longer see myself as beautiful.  God sees me as beyond beautiful, but because I've had two kids [and my body really shows that], I see myself as nothing.  This is what the vultures key in on.  They can tell that I'm not comfortable looking how I look, therefore, in the PAST I have used my other *more questionable* skills to get a man's attention and to keep him around.  But things have changed.  I am working on my image and how I perceive myself.  I also realized I hide behind my makeup, so I have set myself a few goals:
  • Go to walmart without eye makeup on
  • Go to walmart with NO makeup on
  • Do not kiss any guy that comes in my life until the 5th date
  • Allow the guy that sticks around for that kiss to see me without eye makeup
  • Then without foundation
  • Then without ANY makeup
  • Even if he doesn't think I'm beautiful (which I'm not hideous without makeup on don't worry) I'll remember that God thinks I'm gorgeous and thats all that matters

If you're thinking I've gone of the topic of waiting...I haven't.  What I just described is part of what I'm doing while WAITING on God.  I'm not really waiting on a man or a job.  I'm just waiting on My Father to instruct me on what to do now.  Every morning I pray for patience.  And every day I'm tested in my patience.  But most days, I pass.  Thank you, Father!  When we wait, it can be a test of our faith.  Or it can simply be because God wants us to.  Or it can even be because "good things come to those who wait".  So even when its tough and it seems like things are taking forever, God has it under control.  I promise that if you listen to Him when He says to wait...you will not be disappointed!

Friday, October 15, 2010

Stand Up

Ever heard the saying, "The Lord works in mysterious ways"?  Unfortunately that is just a saying.  But I've been thinking about it a lot here lately because of the tools God is using in my life to speak to me...some things you just wouldn't believe.  So, I checked out some references and found this to be very a very comforting verse that can actually relate to the old saying.

The LORD replied, "Look around at the nations; look and be amazed! For I am doing something in your own day, something you wouldn't believe even if someone told you about it."  Habakkuk 1:5

The definition of the word mysterious is:

1 : a : of, relating to, or constituting mystery     
    b : exciting wonder, curiosity, or surprise while baffling   efforts to comprehend or identify
2 : stirred by or attracted to the inexplicable
 

To me...the second part of the definition "baffling efforts to comprehend" and "inexplicable" is exactly what this verse is trying to say.  The Lord does things that we don't even believe when someone tells us. 

Okay I can't lie...he's not bad lookin!!!

 

Wellllllll...I bet you wouldn't believe that I have been touched by a song.  You probably can believe that.  But how about if I told you God spoke to me through an EMINEM song???
 
Yeah, now you're wondering. 
 
"Not Afraid" by Eminem, quickly became one of my favorite songs just after hitting the air.  But it wasn't until last night and today that I truly listened to what he was saying.  Don't get me wrong...he curses and uses some vulgar references, but the main lyrics of the song are mind boggling.
 
I was having a discussion this week with someone who couldn't relate to where I had been in life.  And I don't think this person truly understood that just because I WAS a coke addict, an alcoholic, and had pre-marital sex doesn't mean that I can't be a good witness.  I started thinking about our conversation.  At my church, Foothills Community Church, everyone on staff has been through some serious hell in their lives.  Most staff members didn't get saved until their early to mid twenties.  The people that come to our church are of the community.  Most of them don't listen to Christian music or have dressy clothes.  A lot of them cuss (or they did until God got a hold of them).  And I would say most, if not all of them have done drugs, had sex, gotten drunk, etc.  One of our pastors always says..."Everyone's got stuff".  For me personally, even as a Christian, I still deal with my STUFF on a daily basis.  I am a human.  So I just want to clarify that just because I listen to this music and actually like it or just because you like this music too, doesn't mean you're not a Christian.  I honestly listen to music more for the beat than the lyrics.  But these lyrics hit me hard.   And I would like to share the most hard hitters with you now.
 
"I'll never let you down again, I'm back.  I promise to never go back on that promise."
 
>>For me that is some good stuff because I have let so many people down in my life.  I know I have.  It hurts to think of all the people I have disappointed.  But like it says "I'm back."  I can't promise that I'm not going to screw up.  But I can and do promise that I'm not going back to living the life I lived.  The Lord has delivered me from that
 
"But I think I'm still tryna figure this crap out.  Thought I had it mapped out but I guess I didn't."
 
>>I'm not perfect.  I thought that nothing could hurt me.  I thought I had my life figured out.  But "I guess I didn't".  So now, I'm figuring things out.  I'm not doing it alone, but I am doing it.
 
"It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me.  Admittedly I probably did it subliminally for you.  So I could come back a brand new me, you helped see me through.  And don't even realize what you did, believe me you."

>>This statement I actually would like to say to my parents.  They don't understand that just because I went off the right path WAY deep into the wilderness DOES NOT MEAN they didn't raise me right.  I've said it a thousand times and I'll continue to say it until it sinks in...If it was not for the way my parents had raised me, I would not be alive today.  If it was not for my dad doing daily devotionals with my family, I wouldn't have turned back to Christ, because I wouldn't have known who Christ was.  If it was not for the way my mother respected my father, I would not be trying to relearn how to respect a man.  If it was not for my family and their influence on me as a child, when all hope was lost, I would have given up; if I had given up, in all honesty, I would not be here now.  Yes, I have done a lot of bad things.  Yes, if I had died I would have gone to hell.  But not now.  NOT now.  I can't really think of a way to rephrase what Eminem says right here because its exactly what I would say.  I made the choice to get clean.  But if I want to be honest with myself, I can't say I didn't do it also to get my family and my life back.  Mom and Dad, you don't realize what you did when I was a child.  Thank you.
 
Now...these are my last two favorite parts of this song.
 
"I'm not afraid to take a stand.  Everybody come take my hand.  We'll walk this road together, through the storm.  Whatever weather, cold or warm.  Just let you know that, you're not alone.  Holla if you feel that you've been down the same road"
 
>>Pretty self explanitory.  I'm here.  I'm writing.  I'm putting myself and everything I've been through out there for the world to see.  I'm here.  If you need someone, call on me, cause I'm just going to turn around and call on Him on your behalf.  Together...we'll get through this...with Him.
"And I just can't keep living this way.  So starting today, I'm breaking out of this cage.  I'm standing up, Imma face my demons.  I'm manning up, Imma hold my ground.  I've had enough, now I'm so fed up.  Time to put my life back together right now."
 

>>I came to a point in my life...well like a month ago...that I realized, I can't keep living like this.  I mean I got clean a long time ago.  But I was still living a desperate life : desperate for a man, desperate for a new car, a new apartment, a new job.  When I turned 20, it was time to stand up and hit my life head on.  It was time for me to be DESPERATE for Christ.  That's when I started this blog; that's when I started my journey on putting my life back together and learning to...