We so often hopelessly go through life, as if it is something worth mourning. Our thought process is hooked on the thought of the future holding all of our happiness, when in reality, the future is now.We don’t know how long this flimsy world will last and realization hasn’t yet set in that the world can not and will not provide happiness. Our memories are what we need to cling to. The bitter-sweet ones, the good ones, and the ones that may even upset us. But we need to patiently wait for the right places to form those memories in, so we can shape our lives into something beautiful. We waste this life on a train, looking only directly out the window at what we can see and longing to be there; when in reality, the view on the other side of the train is where the conductor wants us to go.He’s leading us to it, trying to take us out of the door on the side where a much more lovely place is alive and waiting for us. It’s so stunning, but we are afraid to move. We’re afraid to get out of our seats, out of fear of falling. But if only we knew the enchanting places we would stumble upon, if only we took the risk. So instead, we remain in misery, waiting to go out into a place that isn’t quite as wonderful as it seems. Take the challenge to get out of your seat and walk along the narrow path that leads to the door containing the things that we dream of, but haven’t turned into reality, out of fear of those steps. It doesn’t matter if your knees are shaking or if you stumble along the way. The stares of those people may start a revolution. Just go. Run and don’t stop.The train will be waiting, but you just have to trust it.




When you’re up in the sky, rain looks so beautifully disastrous, doesn’t it?
Appearing as if it’s throwing itself viciously onto the ones that go through it’s path. Of course any non-believer would think “How could God bring so much rain upon the ones He loves?”
No one from an outside view, in a much higher place than those beneath it, would voluntarily go through such an experience. What they don’t know, is that through these storms, an inner peace is present. As the rain falls, shelter can be provided, so you can watch it with joy, warm and blissful, and sometimes the right person will accompany you through it, making that comfort grow. You will soon realize that the storm can be enjoyable, and will actually help you in the long run, quenching your thirst and helping you grow. Some people pray for the storms you have, for they’d rather have storms than dehydrate in the drought, praying for something to make their world change. You see, God allows us to experience these wonderfully tragic things for a reason and He ALWAYS makes them something worth appreciating. Even at the end, He’ll provide a rainbow. He’s amazing at that; bringing the good out of what seems to be tragic, depending on how you look at it. The bitter-sweet things about storms is that it’s always different clouds providing them; never the same one. Some clouds are more beautiful than others, but you always end up seeing the beauty in the shapes of the clouds, watching them form as the rain progresses, and watching the colors change. Now you understand that when we put ourselves in a higher position than others, we don’t see the beauty that those that are below us do. So would that make us spiritually in a lower position, making ourselves equal with them in a way? Absolutely. So humble yourself as much as possible, so you, too, can embrace the beauty and see God’s purpose for these storms.

The Spark

There will be people in your life with whom you have a connection. Not just any ordinary connection, but one so strong it feels electric. It’s as if it shocks you and the mark is on you forever. Every time you look at certain areas of yourself or think of certain things, you’re reminded of it. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. Those people are the ones you’ll never, ever forget. Sometimes you’ll even wish you could, because once they go away you’ll be longing for the shock you first felt to come back. It was so stunning, breathtaking, unlike anything else -that it’ll become a desire.

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