Fork in the road analogy

Imagine: You’re on a path of your life, and reach a fork in the road. On the left, the path of sadness, pain, hurt, anger, shame, and on the right, the path of redemption, love, compassion, and hope. Ashamed at your past, sins and hurt, or ones you’re creating, you are so tempted to go down the left path. You feel you are not worthy, and start to head down that path, feeling it is you, your mistakes consume. God is sadden at your choice, and tries hard to gently lead you to the other path. He speaks, strong and gentle of voice, saying, “My child, nothing you do will lessen or strengthen my love for you, come to Me.”
But, so unworthy we feel, so we ignore it, still believing He loves us, but not worthy of it. While we sin and aren’t the best, God sent Jesus down to clean us, because He loved us enough. He is at the end of the right path, arms open, smiling wide, full of pride and happiness in His loving eyes, saying, “You have pleased Me My child.” Running to Him, He embraces you, and His love surrounds.
My friends, family, loved ones, never forget, God’s Hesed, Hebrew for steadfast love for you, and the right path, tread it, for God wants you to come to Him, even through shame, anger, tragedy, and feelings of worthlessness. I know you all will go to heaven, because His love is beyond our comprehension, but He loves us equally.

God bless,
Kim

Uncollected thoughts

I ask the question
why abuse the mission,
to say the Word,
to spread You through every life,
broken at Your feet,
I ask "Why?",
our world is so focused on image,
not heart,
why can't the world see me?
See me like You?
Have we become so blind?

The speck is big,
no eye-cleaner removes the stain,
He's trying to rub it off,
but we spill again,
the humble are silent,
the arrogant are loud,
why are we so blind?
Compassion fades,
dark thoughts shroud,
can't we reach for others,
society's outcasts,
they are wise beyond appearence,
insight,
lost to the ages,

Where have we gone?
We've turned away,
I admit no perfection,
beyond reflection,
do we even know what love is?
Can we be the judge?
No!
No!
No!
He is love,
with such depth,
none can imitate,


Speak again,
speak and let it come to pass,
words of redemption,
the world refuses to hear,
Speak again,
LET ME LET GO!
Echoes,
of words,
rebounding,
waken our hearts,
open our eyes,
to see You!

New Semester, new times

*Hamlet video was a success, teacher loved it and cast had a blast!
*I threw a fun Valentines day party, man can Steve and Alex shake it!!! Dance boys, dance! Good food, good movie, good company, good times!
*I'm improving in Ultimate frisbee, catching passes, throwing, in fact last Thursday I caught my first touchdown pass!!!!!! I'm also starting to have a large amount of energy, guess it's because I'm starting to be positive and my team is constantly kickin' butt! Barracuda strikes, teeth of steel!!!
* Work is getting slightly better, my team leader on Fridays knows I love to serve!!!
* Classes are good and easy, though poetry can be a pain.
* I'm making new friends and growing closer to those I am friends with already!
*I did a coin drive for Shriners, and made quite a lot, but I've had a hard time getting to get the downlow on getting them the money, will let you know the amount when plausible.
*I've been writing and recording songs!
*I saw the awesome Alex Post perform in Portland ( he rocked yo!) and open mike thing at some person's house, impactful night, for more info message me!
*Alex and I are working on a hip-hop song that has an eye-opening message!!!
*I got to play chutes and ladders with my good friends Katelyn and Justin!!!
*God says I'm going through my major spiritual transformation, and I'm changing for the better.
*I stupidly pulled an all-nighter
*I have a sensor that monitors my blood sugars 24/7 and it's a pain and wakes me up, but it's sooooo worth it!!! =D
*I have my first choir concert of the semester Friday!!! Yes, I dropped french, and now I'm also in voice class, and it's helping me grow vocal wise and confidence wise!!! I love it, I'm learning two solo pieces, "Sunrise, Sunset" from Fiddler on the Roof, and "The Wizard and I" from Wicked the musical!
*I am attending Mr. Bruin, and excited for the fact that Shriners is the charity!!!
*I got my first beautiful Valentines day rose from a good friend!!! =D

Mirror on the inside revised

I thought I'd turn this into hip-hop style, and felt it should be longer, enjoy! Tell me whatcha think!



Beauty is vain,
beauty is pain,
I don't want to be the social norm,
I just want to be reborn,
through Christ filled with grace,
He who saved the human race,
I'm more than a pretty face,

Humanity can't tell me,
who I'm meant and need to be,
can't you look beyond skin,
and find other's beauty within,
I defy all boundaries,
God gives me these remedies,

You can't tell me 'cause I'm a girl I can't preach,
'cause God's word I'll still teach,
It's my calling,
every day I'll falling,
for my glorious Lord above,
His love exceeding your low conceptions of love,
I'm strong in Him who saved us through pain,
to bring His sweet healing rain,

To Him I'm His beautiful bride,
it's all about the beauty on the inside,
God judges the human heart,
and from us He'll never depart,
we girls got more that our looks,
don't judge on cover of books.


Beauty is vain,
beauty is pain.

Dancing with God (My child) *my best song yet!*

Oooooh oooooh, oooh ooh,

V1:
I was so alone, swallowed up in sadness, then the heavens part, and a strong yet beautiful voice, calls to me, a sweeping sensation, "Let me stitch back the broken pieces of your heart, trust in Me.." Then He says..

Chorus:
Dance with Me My child, let Me hold you close and your fears slip away, dance with Me in eternal motion, someday I’ll give you a man to love, but forever we'll dance and I’ll lead, dance with me My child

V2:
I hesitantly join Him for I’m scared to death, but He smiles at me with one so beautiful, He takes my hands, holds me close, I’m not afraid, His warm and gentle touch heals my broken soul, for He asks,

Chorus

V3:
Now God’s leading me and He can lead you too, just join the dance, I’m dancing, with God

Chorus 2x

Dancing with God, Dancing with God, Dance with Me, My child!

Crying to the skies

I tire of the endless,
pointless violence,
hatred,
prejudice,
racism,
I weep,
watching the pain,
the suffering of my brothers,
sisters,
in Christ,
but what can I do,
but hope?

I'm behind the glass,
reaching out for them,
but I can't,
what can I do,
but hope?

Blood,
words,
knives,
guns,
bombs,
war,
ceasing love,
ever hate and violence,
what ever happened to peace?

Jesus bring us home,
save this world,
Your children,
for we're crying to the skies,

I feel for them,
but what can one girl do,
but hope?

How does one bring hope,
to others,
as Gandhi sagely said,
"Be the change you wish to see in the world",
in a world entering into more and more darkness,
what can I do,
but hope?

I pray,
with despair,
craving sweet,
needed change,
crying,
yes,
sobbing,
crying to the skies!

To celebrate MLK day, here's "I have a dream" by the man himself

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
Martin Luther King, Jr., delivering his 'I Have a Dream' speech from the steps of Lincoln Memorial. (photo: National Park Service)

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Whites Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

http://www.usconstitution.net/dream.html

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbUtL_0vAJk