Something rare happened tonight...I suddenly had an inspiration to go walk around the campus, which is something I haven't done in a long time. The weather's calm, not too cold at 3 degrees, so I thought it would be a good opportunity to take a walk. Throughout the walk, I was praying to God constantly, praying that I would truly experience what it means to have a "personal relationship with Jesus Christ." And also, I'm learning the lesson of taking promises of God and believe it, as God never fails in His promises. I also pray that I don't despair, and really remember God's blessings all over my life. I think I never seriously learned to apply what I've learned to my life, but I really pray to start doing that now, with the help of the Holy Spirit.
I never thought that faking myself in front of God is ever an option...He knows everything, after all. In front of people, however, I may hide things from others, but I always go the honest route. What's the benefit of faking things anyway? Anyway, that's something Samuel said that bothered me somewhat...was he simply making a statement, or was he questioning my honesty? I don't know.
David and I had quite a few things in common. Both of our parents thought we were mute until age 3 or 4. We both started a love of reading since grade 3. We both fear rejections from people. He confirmed that he was afraid to talk to me (like many others) about a year ago, but he did see that I have opened up quite a bit. He promised to remember to bring me along for special events (at least those that don't include Laura or Christy...heh). Let's see how far this goes...
I never thought that faking myself in front of God is ever an option...He knows everything, after all. In front of people, however, I may hide things from others, but I always go the honest route. What's the benefit of faking things anyway? Anyway, that's something Samuel said that bothered me somewhat...was he simply making a statement, or was he questioning my honesty? I don't know.
David and I had quite a few things in common. Both of our parents thought we were mute until age 3 or 4. We both started a love of reading since grade 3. We both fear rejections from people. He confirmed that he was afraid to talk to me (like many others) about a year ago, but he did see that I have opened up quite a bit. He promised to remember to bring me along for special events (at least those that don't include Laura or Christy...heh). Let's see how far this goes...


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