Take me back to the time
When I was maybe eight or nine
And I believed
when jesus walked on waters blue
and If he helped me I could to
If I believed
Before rational analysis and systematic thinking
Robbed me of a sweet simplicity
When wonders and when mysterys
Were far less often silly dreams
and Childhood fantasys
Help me believe
'cause I don't want to miss any miracles
Maybe i'd see
Much better by closing my eyes
and I would shed this grown up skin I'm in
To touch an Angels wing
And I would be free
Help me believe
When mustard seeds made mountians move
A burning bush that spoke for you
was good enough
when manna fell from heavens high
Just because you told the sky to open up
Am I to wise to recognize that everythin uncertain
is certainly a possibility
When logic fails my reasoning
and science crushes underneath
The weight of all that is unseen
When someone elses education
plays upon my reservation
I'm the first to cave
I'm the first to bleed
If I abondoned all that seeks
To make my faith informed and chic
show your self to me?
-Help Me Believe by Nichole Nordeman
Do you ever get into one of those lows that just hang over your head for a while until you finally notice it? The beauty of this blogging thing is that I can write out emotions much better than speaking them to myself let alone other people.
There is this low over my head that I have just been trying to ignore for a while, but with events going on around, it's making that low even more annoying. But that is life, we have our highs and the lows. So I am just trying to figure things out on my own before I even let other people in. Why by myself? Because sometimes the only person you need to listen to is yourself. I need to remember that I am human and not perfect. I need to remember that I am not suppose to have all the answers. I need to remember my faith and make that a priority in my life because it just simply makes me better. Faith, that's all it is, the answer to life. If you have faith, you are good to go.
So, I am remembering my faith and going with it.
I know there is a reason that God made blogging a passion for me. Duh, He always knows whats best. This is my outlet. This is what makes me feel good. Writing words down is the best therapy out there. I know some of you bloggers have remained anonymous and that don't share it with friends and family. I get it. Sometimes the people in our lives mess up our mind thinking and when we blog, they don't get it. Sometimes I wish I didn't share this little space on the Internet of mine with my friends and family. Because they just don't get it, plain and simple. But you guys get it. So I am thankful for that. Thank you for support and inspiring words when I am just not having a good day. It helps me to know that I am not alone.
I am going through a funk that for now, is cruising through my life for a bit. But taking today to re-focus on my faith has me one step closer to reaching another high in my life. Bare with me while I struggle to figure out how to best blog about it. But I vowed that this blog of mine is for me but also for other people who are reading this. If you're having a bad day, I want you to know that you are not alone and I am here for you. Even if I am having a bad day as well. We can have bad days together and let's just giggle about it. Even through bad times I WILL find something to giggle about because I know it works to make us feel better.
So, cheers to us bloggers who get it. Cheers to us knowing why we chose to share our lives with other bloggers and for everyone to read. We know what we are doing, right guys? YES WE DO.
I didn't anticipate this post being long and all deep... but my fingers wouldn't stop typing. All I intended was to put the lyrics up to the song.
Isn't it funny how thinking you have nothing to write, then BAM... all of this comes out.
Oh blogging how you make me laugh sometimes.