The Forgotten Land

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Love that i had was not pure love. Thus i did not understand what true love is. I feel so small, like i have never grown. It's like i've never thrown away childish things. Without love i am nothing, yes i do feel like i'm nothing now. Without love i have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. What i do is just making noise. What is love ?

Love suffers long and is kind,
Love does not envy,
Love does not parade itself,
Is not puffed up;
Does not behave rudely,
Does not seek it's own,
Is not provoked,
Thinks no evil;
Does not rejoice in iniquity,
But rejoices in the truth;
Bears all things,
Believes all things,
Hopes all things,
Endures all things.
Love never fails.
(1 corinthians 13:4-8)

Thus i have lots to improve on. I am still nothing but a small speck in the eyes of God. I must grow big. So God can see me... I want to grow bigger. Eat more spiritual food. I wonder why but every time i have a certain problem there will sure be a sermon to help me with my problems the coming saturday. Why i say God is there maybe that apply to me only. But i don't find it what people call chance. Since it happended many times already. Anyway i need to think about it more. Guess it's time to clear up the mess now.

and the frost fell...
those glassy crystal orbs... Shannon left a note @
12:15 am

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Sunday, August 26, 2007