Confessions

"So turn us, God of Hosts. Stand in front of us and show Yourself to check our headlong flight. Then we shall become whole persons. For You already stand in our path, whatever direction our soul runs. Unless we see You there before us, we will remain welded to sorrows, however beautiful they seem. Life's lovelies have no luster unless You give them, and we enjoy them in You. For all beautiful things have their moment of newness. They rise and set. They grow, become perfect, then decline and shrivel. Not every earthly thing grows old. But ever earthly thing crumbles. Earthly things begin and appear to be. Quickly they grow to their full potential. More quickly they fade and are unmade. You allot a portion of time and being to each thing, because it is not the totality of Your Creation. It is just a bit of it. Each thing must cease to exist so the next thing in Your plan can take its turn. All the things You made do not exist all at once. Each takes its turn, passes away, and is succeeded by the next, until all the pieces will someday complete the universe of which each thing is part."

-St. Augustine

If you want to know me, somehow you must know this: I believe in Jesus Christ. I've reached the point where I can no longer hide this, sugar-coat it or beat around to bring the message across. Without my life in his hands, I would be lost. I can try to live without him, and I'll get by, but I'll never see the full potential of what my life could be. I'll miss the point entirely. I can run but I won't be able to hide. I've come to realise that even when everything goes well, I feel most unsatisfied when I'm disatant from the source of these good things. God doesn't force himself upon you, but he knocks and the invitation to draw close to him will always stand open. There are things I don't understand and things I'll never know, but I know where his love compels me I'll go.