well I've survived so far
I am officially 16 today... woot wot woot huzzah (yes, wot was on the purpose)
I'm # 1/2... better than #1 because its closer to zero, oh yeah
ultra peepee (ZiM rules)
well I've survived so far
I am officially 16 today... woot wot woot huzzah (yes, wot was on the purpose)
I'm # 1/2... better than #1 because its closer to zero, oh yeah
ultra peepee (ZiM rules)
2007
Happy Birthday World, don't spend all your B-day money on candy!!!
think about this
all people want is to be loved... try it out sometime
yes, this is a very simple post... but when you think about it... have you expressed this concept the same way our Savior, his Father, and the Spirit does for us every moment that we need?
I know I haven't... so me and you- the reader -... lets revolutionize the world, eh?
Love,
sage
its been a while
I've started to train again. Sparring is fun... as long as its with the right people. Don't stick your head in a melon... even if it does look tasty. Look both ways before you cross the road- uncaringly and nonchalant. If you see a piece of litter trash, pick it up and throw it away... don't put it in your pocket so you can litter later. If you smile too much you might have to frown to neutralize the muscles in your face. Hey look, its that fat kid again, oh no, thats just the mirror.
Hope you've enjoyed a taste of randomness for a change.
I think I might talk with an irish accent at school for the next semester. Anyone second that?
Godbless,
Sage
some of my best friends don't really blog anymore. And rw and others are never on the comp anymore, so I just don't see the need. Maybe I'll post on thursday. So there.
pray for us... and me.
My dad left for training yesterday... and he'll comeback at christmas... then leave for war fir a year. Pray for that. Rebecca is experiencing severe headaches and doesn't get much sleep. Pray for that. My mom is super stressed and stuf. Pray for that. I'm streched among these and other more personal topics... pray for that. I want to thank one person that has never failed me, will never fail me, and is always thee to listen... and give advice. He's the PERFECT friend. Thanks, Jesus.
Yesterday was be and rw's 1 year "anniversary"... I miss you so much sweetheart... and if you wanna critisize or w/e... just go away. I love you rebecca, no matter what people say!
yeah
Haven't been on in a while. Lots goin on. I'm just trying to find the reason why I was put here... and the search isn't going anywhere. God help me. This blog has two options~ 1. Become a deletion. 2. Become of some worth to someone who reads it. ~ I'm so tired of people leaving comments that show barely interest in the post, I want to start spreading my knowledge, and my ability to write. SOme kid in school thought I was just a stupid crazy bum... because he never had the chance to see the real me... the me that is thoughtful and philosophical, and never sleeps because of the thoughts that flow through me. I'm like no one else, and that's not always good (so don't think I'm prideful). Until next thought...
-Sage
Lord, pardon me of my Life. In eyes of pain and sorrow it means less than the worm of the sparrow, less than the clippings of the world, less then the grass we walk on. As I try harder and harder to forsake my ways, the ways of my flesh grow stronger and stronger, as I grow weak as the salmon in the grizzly's mouth. Every breath I have taken, it has been in vain, every drop of water I have drunk, only to be drunk in vain, every movement of my body, only to be in the vain depths of demise and discontentment. I need you LORD, to pull me from the gate of my depression and into the light of Your joy. The tears of my heart cease not to dry on my soul, building the mildew of the sad upon my existence. I need you LORD, to pull me from this gate of my own earthly hell and into your comforting spirit. The thoughts of a selfish death ram my head just as hard and fast as the sin that mocks me through out the day, and as I try to forsake these dreams... They always come back to tear me to pieces of a disembodied love, into the trash of mankind. I need you LORD, to lift me out of this world of hurt and woe, and into the home all these days I have been missing.
-The thoughts of my soul that happened to spill on a keyboard
Back
Well, I got back yesterday around 11:30 a.m from camp, it was ok. I just woke up... and no, I didn't skip church, it's just that my mom and dad both had to work today and I didn't find out until it was too late to call someone. About camp... the activities were great, but the people weren't. Camp made me really think about (in the skool right now) how many true friends I have, and how many only hang otu with me when I'm their last resort or if its convinient for them at the time. I'd like just like for the people who visit this blog to know that most of you are more true to me (and I barely or don't even see you) then the people I see every day... thank you. To be honest, I only have maybe 1 or 2 true friends left in this state... and I'm already losing them. BTW, pray for my dad, he's going to mississippi for 2 months, then afghanistan for another year... please pray hard. Def Jeff.,.,., out.
(())** and {{}} rw...
wOOt for soreness... ;) hehe
with arms wide open
With Arms Wide Open
Well I just heard the news today
It seems my life is going to change
I closed my eyes, begin to pray
Then tears of joy stream down my face
With arms wide open Under the sunlight
Welcome to this place I'll show you everything
With arms wide open
Well I don't know if I'm ready
To be the man I have to be
I'll take a breath, take her by my side
We stand in awe, we've created life
With arms wide open
Under the sunlight
Welcome to this place I'll show you everything
With arms wide open
Now everything has changed
I'll show you love I'll show you everything
With arms wide open
If I had just one wish
Only one demand
I hope he's not like me
I hope he understands
That he can take this life
And hold it by the hand
And he can greet the world With arms wide open...
This song, as many know, is talking about scott stapp's child being born. I like these kinds of songs for more then one reason. One is that he wrote these lyrics himslef. When a musician just pasys someone to create lyrics for them to sing, it won't even be on the sam level emotionally or musically as the musician who writes his own. See, people like josh groban need to learn how to write, or just shut up. I can't stand thos fakes. Another thing that sticks out is that this actually happened to him, which makes it so great. He's not writing about some make-belief story... this is his LIFE. Well, enjoy the song. *This has been a presentation of Def Jeff' opinion, and His opinion would like to state that if you want to complain about what he's just said, SHOVE OFF*
LETS DO IT NOW!!!
Well, Thursday during prayer meeting (at my skool) I hope to get as many people into there as possible. We usually have 20-25 people... but I want at least 50 people. Prayer works, immediate or not. Perfect example, a lady named mrs.Mcdonald was driving me home Friday night, and the we had to shut it of and on to roll the windows down. When we shut off the car and went to re-start it... The car wouldn't catch the spark plugs at all (it wouldn't start). She had to go to a reformers unanimous thing that helps addicts with their addiction with the saving power of Jesus Christ. Well, she had to call everyone, and I started to pray. MY basic prayer was that We both knew God's will was to get to where we needed to go, and this was just Satan and his demons' influence trying to stop us. I told Him that if he can move mountains, create life, and be the best Father ever, he could start the car. I looked up, and was rushed by an immediate and content "its alright" feeling. She tried to start the car... And, well, you know the need of the story. The point of this is, that we need to start a revival in my church NOW. Our revival's comin up, and I don't see any point in waiting... And you who aren't in my church, if this doesn't light your fire to do the same, "your firewood is wet"... Later.
amen
The time that I would usually use over the past couple of days to be on the computer or phone... I've sacrificed for the bible and poetry. I just want to thank you people who pray for me and encourage me... if you saw me right now... (weeping, joyfully). I've for so long taken you people for granted and taken what God's done for us for granted... thats the old me. I am refreshed and have made a couple decisions over the past couple of days. One major one was my relationship with rebeccas mom. Mrs.M... I want to set up a time where I can talk or email you atleast once a week... because I think that if I want to have any kind of positive relationship with your daughter... I want to have an even better relationship with you first. Email me about that, please. And I especially want to thank you rebecca... you've been patient and undertstanding
(for the most part it seems). And one thing I really needed was your support... I really don't know if I got, but if I didn't, I wouldn't mind it in the future. Like I said, I'll explain it to you tonite. I love all of you.
This post is dedicated to God.
Failure is an option
Last night I failed horribly in a conversation. I feel as if those people that always put me down are right... I don't know... I don't know. I won't be blogging or using the phone for a few days...
not worthy
Well, I just got done reading franks post, and I'll say something that stuck out even more than his main point (it was a very good point though). He said that "posts that accomplish nothing don't deserve to be read"... most of my posts are just stupid, and I wonder why I get about 3 people to read them. I think I might quit blogging. It just seems like a burden, and anything I do can never be enough for everyone. And then there's the donkeys of the internet that forced me to use comment moderation. And then there's random advertisments, and all that other "mess". Why should I have to deal with this as a 15 year old young man. I think most people from 13 to 17 don't know how much pressure that they can take on and explode in either sin, or breakdown in a mental sense. I don't wanna be like that, I've been there... not fun. I run four blogs as of now- This one, dor and bui, poetry of our souls, and my personal blog. I know its good to be stretched in diffrent ways... but I'm about to be torn. 2 nights ago I had a heated conversation with my mom (not bad o anything) about what
love really
is. I have grasped only a little corner of it, but thats enough even for me at this stage of my life. I don't care who reads this or why it was read... I miss you rw... I really, really, really do. Well, thank you to all the readers of have read my little stories and random crap, I dedicate this post to ALL of the readers. Have a good life everyone. Jeff Roys........................................................................................................... out.
