Archive for July, 2008

Book Review: “Through Painted Deserts” by Donald Miller

July 31, 2008

So after a long break of not reading it, I finally finished Through Painted Deserts by Don Miller. Let me the first one to recommend this book if you havent read it! Its amazing. Don Miller is by far one of the greatest authors I have ever read. He just really knows how to put words together in a way that really hit home and make you realize maybe there is more to this world than which we see. Through Painted Deserts is all about Don’s road trip across the country with a friend named Paul. It tells of all the struggles they encountered, many conversations they had, and all the experiences they went through. To summarize the book, I think its main purpose is trying to make us realize that there has to be more to life than just existing, there has to be a way to experience life and not just getting through it. At the end of the book, Don makes some great points but the one I love the most is this. There is more to life than a steady job, money, cars and girls. Life should be about letting God in, loving Him, letting His love exist in you to pour out to others, experiencing what God has for you now, enjoying Him, and again, just really falling in love with God. In his book, he just breaks down life to make it so much simpler, and thats the point of life, simplicity, not just making life boring, but making God exciting, therefore making your life exciting.

again, excellent read, easy read, and just a great reminder of what life is really all about.

Holla,

-Bhavs

“It is a wonder of that those exposed to such beauty forfeit the great questions in the face of this miraculous evidence. I think again about this small period of grace, and thank God for it, that if only for a season, i could feel the why of life, see it in a metaphor of light, in the endless of the cosmos, see it in the miracle of friendship. And had these mountains the ability to reason, perhaps they would contemplate the beauty of humanity, and praise God for the miracle that each of us is, pondering the majesty of God and the wonder of man in one bewildering context. Their brows are rumpled even now, and their arms are stretched toward heaven.” -Donald Miller. Through Painted Deserts

God On Film: “Hancock”-purpose, pt 2

July 28, 2008

so tonight at church we continued with our God on Film series using the movie Hancock and Pastor D gave a great message on purpose, and finding that in our lives, adding on to last week’s message about purpose. Tonight was really concentrated on the power of purpose, which is something that I really needed to hear tonight. Pastor D made some really good points and I just wanted to share them with you as well as some of my own thoughts about it. His 3 points were:

1) Purpose enables us to live out of our strengths

2) Purpose compels us to serve others

3) Purpose gives us a new way of seeing ourselves

Some things are given to us from God, and they are things created to be done well, so why wouldn’t we capitalize on these things we’ve been given?! Finding God’s purpose in our lives can be one of the toughest jobs we have. But what I really took away from tonight was a purpose I think God has for all of us, and that would be witnessing to others. Ya i know He has plans, because He has given us specific gifts and talents, (athleticism, singing/music, preaching, relational and so on) but I think no matter how we use our talents, they should be used to expand His kingdom and everything we do should resonate Jesus Christ. ya diggg

Holla,

-Bhavs

“We have different gifts, according to the grace given us. If a man’s gift is prophesying, let him use it in proportion to his faith.”-Romans 12:6

“Each one should use whatever gift he has received to serve others, faithfully administering God’s grace in its various forms.”-1Peter 4:10

What is Love?

July 26, 2008

So love is a pretty wide subject, and a pretty hard one to define at that. I’m gonna take a shot at trying to explain what lately I’ve learned what love is, and no I’m not talking about dating relationships/marriage or whatever, I’m talking about loving other people, in general, as Jesus loves. You know I used to think love was these little tingles you get in your stomach when you think about someone special. boy was I wrong, its so much more than that, weather it be in a boyfriend/girlfriend, husband/wife, sibling/family, friends/friends, Christians/non-Christians. Didn’t expect that last one in there did you? I think love is the most under rated thing in the bible, not because it doesnt really talk about it, because it does, but because we as humans seem to down play what love really is, which is the Gospel of Jesus Christ. 1 John 4:16 states that “God is Love”. And then 1 Corinthians 13:4 goes on to say that “Love is patient, love is kind, It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.” So therefore if God is love, that means God is patient, kind, doesnt envy, doesnt boast, and is not proud. We were created in God’s image, we have a perfect example set for us in Jesus Christ, so therefore love is showing patience, kindness, not being envious, not boasting, and not being proud. Thats a huge part of love, and there is one more, the second half of what I believe love is, and its summed up in 1 John 3:16 and its states, “this is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers.” This is what love is! Laying down our lives for OTHERS. If we can love like that, imagine the possibilities! Imagine all the less hate, the less violence, and just meanness. Now I’m aware that loving like this is very hard to do, but its how Jesus loves us, that He was willing to give up His life for us, on a cross, so we don’t have to take that penalty, and can spend eternity with Him in Heaven.

So to sum it up, I would say loving someone is seeing their imperfections, and letting them go, so that you can see them as perfect, as Jesus sees us, even when we’re bent and broken, we are made whole and perfect through the LOVE of God.

Holla,

-Bhavs

“This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers.”-1 John 3:16

” Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.”-John 15:13

School Starts back up for sesh 2

July 23, 2008

Somehow I ended up doing okay in anatomy 1 this summer, now its on to anatomy 2 in the second half of summer. Took my first test and thought i did amazingly, then I got it back today to find out I got a C, needless to say that is not the good start that I hoped to get off to. I have my first lab practical tomorrow, so we’ll see how that goes. Its all on the blood vessels, and we have to know em all, and well its just some pretty confusing stuff, as well as all this other stuff about how and where blood circulates, the order of circulation, different types of blood cells, and on and on. I feel pretty confident with this stuff, but I don’t want to blow this one considering I’m kind of in the hole already. So ya.

on another note, I love not having that job anymore because I have had so much time to do things like read, work out, nap and so on. I’ve been reffing soccer 2-3 days a week and thats been a great source of income in less than half the hours of my old job, and I even get in some exercise there!

last thing, i’m going to Cali in less than 5 weeks to end my summer off right, so I’m stoked!

holla

-Bhavs

God On Film: “Wanted” – finding purpose

July 21, 2008

Last night was week 3 of God on film at Mosaic, and Pastor D did a message on finding purpose in our lives, using the blockbuster movie “Wanted”. He used the example of the main character finding out his dad was the best assassin to ever live and this guy had no idea, as he was working a boring dead end job and finding no purpose in his life, feeling as it is being wasted. Once he was sought out by the “fraternity” he started to gain confidence, and started to realize what his calling was, which was to follow in his father’s footsteps, becoming an assassin.

Pastor D gave us 3 S’s to help guide us in finding purpose in our lives.

Surrender- to God’s purpose in your life

Struggle- push through the pain of discovering your purpose

Simplify- reduce your activities in order to maximize effectiveness

He used a great example of light. We all know about taking a magnifying class and concentrating that beam of light on a leaf to start a fire, or in my case bugs, and thats how we work when striving for a purpose. We are so much effective concentrating on our purpose alone, without letting so many other things get in the way. As light is more concentrated, it becomes alot more powerful, you might know this as a lazer. Ya lazers cut metal, thick metal, and its just concentrated light. If we concentrate on God’s purpose in our lives, I feel that we will be that much more effective.

God never planned for us to live by our own dictations, but as humans it is our tendency to do what “satisfies” us, and not what God has layed out for us, and from personal experience I know that God’s plan always trumps my plan, even when I try to carry out my own, because lets face it, I’m not Him, so why try to play the God role in my own life.

Thats all I got, keep checking for new “God On Film” posts.

holla

-Bhavs

“For in him we live and move and have our being.’ As some of your own poets have said, ‘We are his offspring.”-Acts 17:28

“Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”-Philippians 3:13-14

“your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be”-Psalm 139:16

Josh Hamilton: “I’m Proof That Theres Hope”

July 18, 2008

I’m not even gonna start to hit on this…I’m just going to copy and paste this news article in here about this years All-star Game Home Run Derby champion Josh Hamilton. Its his testimony, and wow is it amazing. I was so encouraged by this.

“To let you know how far I’ve come, let me tell you where I’ve been.

Not that long ago, there were nights I went to sleep in strange places praying I wouldn’t wake up. After another night of bad decisions, I’d lie down with my heart speeding inside my chest like it was about to burst through the skin. My thinking was clouded, and my talent was one day closer to being totally wasted.

I prayed to be spared another day of guilt and depression and addiction. I couldn’t continue living the life of a crack addict, and I couldn’t stop, either. It was a horrible downward spiral that I had to pull out of, or die. I lay there — in a hot and dirty trailer in the North Carolina countryside, in a stranger’s house, in the cab of my pickup — and prayed the Lord would take me away from the nightmare my life had become.

When I think of those terrible times, there’s one memory that stands out. I was walking down the double-yellow of a two-lane country highway outside Raleigh when I woke up out of a trance.

I was so out of it I had lost consciousness, but my body had kept going, down the middle of the road, cars whizzing by on either side. I had run out of gas on my way to a drug dealer’s house, and from there I left the truck and started walking. I had taken Klonopin, a prescription antianxiety drug, along with whatever else I was using at the time, and the combination had put me over the edge. It’s the perfect example of what I was: a dead man walking.

And now, as I stand on the green grass of a major league outfield or walk to the batter’s box with people cheering for me, I repeatedly ask myself one simple question: How did I get here from there?

I’ve been in the big leagues as a member of the Cincinnati Reds for half a season, but I still find myself taking off my cap between pitches and taking a good look around. The uniform, the ballparks, the fans — it doesn’t seem real. How am I here? It makes no sense to anybody, and I feel almost guilty when I have to tell people, over and over, that I can’t answer that one simple question.

I go to sleep every night with a clear mind and a clear conscience. Every day, I walk into an immaculate clubhouse with 10 TVs and all the food I can eat, a far cry from the rat-infested hellholes of my user past. I walk to my locker and change into a perfectly clean and pressed uniform that someone else hung up for me. I grab a bat and a glove and walk onto a beautifully manicured field to play a game for a living.

How am I here? I can only shrug and say, “It’s a God thing.” It’s the only possible explanation.

There’s a reason my prayers weren’t answered during those dark, messed-up nights I spent scared out of my mind. There’s a reason I have this blessed and unexpected opportunity to play baseball and tell people my story.

My wife, Katie, told me this day would come. At my lowest point, about three years ago, when I was wasting away to skin and bones and listening to nobody, she told me I’d be back playing baseball someday. She had no reason to believe in me. During that time, I did nothing to build my body and everything to destroy it. I’d go five or six months without picking up a ball or swinging a bat. By then, I’d been in rehab five or six times — on my way to eight — and failed to get clean. I was a bad husband and a bad father, and I had no relationship with God. Baseball wasn’t even on my mind.

And still Katie told me, “You’re going to be back playing baseball, because there’s a bigger plan for you.” I couldn’t even look her in the eye. I said something like, “Yeah, yeah, quit talking to me.”

She looks pretty smart, doesn’t she? I have a mission now. My mission is to be the ray of hope, the guy who stands out there on that beautiful field and owns up to his mistakes and lets people know it’s never completely hopeless, no matter how bad it seems at the time. I have a platform and a message, and now I go to bed at night, sober and happy, praying I can be a good messenger.

Addiction is a humbling experience. Getting it under control is even more humbling. I got better for one reason: I surrendered. Instead of asking to be bailed out, instead of making deals with God by saying, “If you get me out of this mess, I’ll stop doing what I’m doing,” I asked for help. I wouldn’t do that before. I’d been the Devil Rays’ No. 1 pick in the 1999 draft, supposedly a five-tool prospect. I was a big, strong man, and I was supposed to be able to handle my problems myself. That didn’t work out so well.

Every day I’m reminded that my story is bigger than me. It never fails. Every time I go to the ballpark, I talk to people who are either battling addictions themselves or trying to help someone else who is. Who talks to me? Just about everybody. I walked to the plate to lead off an inning in early May, minding my own business, when the catcher jogged out to the mound to talk to his pitcher. As I was digging in, the home plate umpire (I’m intentionally not naming him) took off his mask and walked around the plate to brush it off. He looked up at me and said, “Josh, I’m really pulling for you. I’ve fought some battles myself, and I just want you to know I’m rooting for you.”

A father will tell me about his son while I’m signing autographs. A mother will wait outside the players’ parking lot to tell me about her daughter. They know where I’ve been. They look to me because I’m proof that hope is never lost.

They remind me that this isn’t really about baseball. It’s amazing that God allowed me to keep my baseball talents after I sat out three years and played only 15 games last season in A-ball. On May 6, I hit two homers against the Rockies at home, and I felt like I did in high school. I felt like I could do anything on the field.

I’ve been called the biggest surprise in baseball this year, and I can’t argue with that. If you think about it, how many people have gone from being a crack addict to succeeding at anything, especially something as demanding as major league baseball? If I hadn’t been picked up by the Reds after the Rule 5 draft, which opened up a major league roster spot for me, I’d probably still be in A-ball. Instead, I’m hanging around .270 with 13 homers through 60 games with Cincinnati; not bad for a 26-year-old major league rookie. But the way I look at it, I couldn’t fail. I’ve been given this platform to talk about the hell I’ve been through, so it’s almost like I need to do well, like I don’t have a choice.

This may sound crazy, but I wouldn’t change a thing about my path to the big leagues. I wouldn’t even change the 26 tattoos that cover so much of my body, even though they’re the most obvious signs of my life temporarily leaving the tracks. You’re probably thinking, Bad decisions and addiction almost cost him his life, and he wouldn’t change anything? But if I hadn’t gone through all the hard times, this whole story would be just about baseball. If I’d made the big leagues at 21 and made my first All-Star team at 23 and done all the things expected of me, I would be a big-time baseball player, and that’s it.

Baseball is third in my life right now, behind my relationship with God and my family. Without the first two, baseball isn’t even in the picture. Believe me, I know.

***** I’LL NEVER forget Opening Day in Cincinnati. When they called my name during introductions and a sellout crowd stood and cheered, I looked into the stands and saw Katie and our two kids — Sierra, who’s nearly 2, and my 6-year-old stepdaughter, Julia — and my parents and Katie’s parents. I had to swallow hard to keep from breaking down right there. They were all crying, but I had to at least try to keep it together.

I pinch-hit in the eighth inning of that game against the Cubs, and Lou Piniella decided to make a pitching change before I got to the plate. The crowd stood and cheered me for what seemed like forever. It was the best sound I’ve ever heard. When I got into the box, Cubs catcher Michael Barrett looked up at me from his crouch and said, “You deserve it, Josh. Take it all in, brother. I’m happy for you.” I lined out to left, but the following week I got my first start and my first hit — a home run.

Whether I hit two bombs or strike out three times, like I did in a game against the Pirates, I never forget that I’m living with addiction. It’s just part of my life. Johnny Narron, my former manager’s brother, is a big part of my recovery. He’s the Reds’ video coordinator, and he once coached me in fall baseball when I was 15. He looks after me on the road. When they pass out meal money before a trip — always in cash — they give mine to Johnny, and he parcels it out to me when I need it.

I see no shame in that; it’s just one of the realities of my situation. I don’t need to be walking around with $400 in my pocket.

I know I’m different, and my teammates have been very accepting. Being a rookie in the big leagues, there are certain rituals involved, and one of them is carrying beer onto the plane. My teammates gave me that job on one of the first road trips, and I didn’t do it. I didn’t think it would be a good idea for me to be seen carrying beer onto a plane. They respected my decision.

I get a lot of abuse in visiting cities, but it only bothers me when people are vulgar around kids. The rest I can handle. Some of it is even funny. In St. Louis, I was standing in rightfield when a fan yelled, “My name is Josh Hamilton, and I’m a drug addict!” I turned around and looked at him with my palms raised to the sky. “Tell me something I don’t know, dude,” I said. The whole section started laughing and cheering, and the heckler turned to them and said, “Did you hear that? He’s my new favorite player.” They cheered me from that point on.

I live by a simple philosophy: Nobody can insult me as much as I’ve insulted myself. I’ve learned that I have to keep doing the right things and not worry about what people think. Fortunately, I have a strong support group with Katie, my family and Johnny. If I ever get in a bad situation, I know I would have to get out of it and give Johnny a call. The key is not getting myself into those situations, but we’ve talked about having a plan for removing myself just in case. It’s all part of understanding the reality of the addiction.

In spring training, when I hit over .400 and made the team, there was a lot of interest in my story.

I decided to be open about what happened to me; early on, I was doing long interviews before my first game in every city. It’s been amazing how people have responded, and I think being honest helped. I can’t avoid my past, so I don’t try. It’s not always easy, though. I got sick in late May and ended up on the disabled list after going to the hospital with a stomach problem, and I knew I’d have to answer questions about whether I was using again. I can’t control what people think, but the years of drug abuse tore up my immune system pretty good. I get tested three times a week, and if it comes back positive, I know I’m done with baseball for life.

Aside from our struggles as a team, this season has been a dream for me. And that’s fitting, because in a way I had to learn how to dream all over again. When I was using, I never dreamed. I’d sleep the dead, dreamless sleep of a stalled brain. When I stopped using, I found my dreams returned. They weren’t always good dreams; most of the ones I remember were haunting and dark. They stayed with me long after I woke up.

Within my first week of sobriety in October 2005 — after I showed up at my grandmother’s house in Raleigh in the middle of the night, coming off a crack binge — I had the most haunting dream. I was fighting the devil, an awful-looking thing. I had a stick or a bat or something, and every time I hit the devil, he’d fall and get back up. Over and over I hit him, until I was exhausted and he was still standing.

I woke up in a sweat, as if I’d been truly fighting, and the terror that gripped me makes that dream feel real to this day. I’d been alone for so long, alone with the fears and emotions I worked so hard to kill. I’m not embarrassed to admit that after I woke up that night, I walked down the hall to my grandmother’s room and crawled under the covers with her. The devil stayed out of my dreams for seven months after that. I stayed clean and worked hard and tried to put my marriage and my life back together. I got word in June 2006 that I’d been reinstated by Major League Baseball, and a few weeks afterward, the devil reappeared.

It was the same dream, with an important difference. I would hit him and he would bounce back up, the ugliest and most hideous creature you could imagine. This devil seemed unbeatable; I couldn’t knock him out. But just when I felt like giving up, I felt a presence by my side. I turned my head and saw Jesus, battling alongside me. We kept fighting, and I was filled with strength. The devil didn’t stand a chance.

You can doubt me, but I swear to you I dreamed it. When I woke up, I felt at peace. I wasn’t scared. To me, the lesson was obvious: Alone, I couldn’t win this battle. With Jesus, I couldn’t lose.

***** I GET cravings sometimes, and I see it as the devil trying to catch me in a weak moment. The best thing I can do is get the thought out of my mind as soon as I can, so it doesn’t turn into an obsession. When it happens, I talk to him. I talk to the devil and say, “These are just thoughts, and I’m not going to act on them.” When I talk like that, when I tell him he’s not going to get the best of me, I find the thought goes away sooner.

Believe it or not, talking to the devil is no harder to explain than many other experiences I’ve had since that day last December when my life changed. I was working for my brother’s tree service in Raleigh, sending limbs through a chipper, when I found out I’d been selected by the Cubs and traded to the Reds in the Rule 5 draft.

But there is one story that sticks with me, so much so that I think of it every day. I was driving out of the players’ parking lot at Great American Ball Park after a game in May, with Katie and our two girls. There’s always a group of fans standing at the curb, hoping to get autographs, and I stop to sign as many as I can.

And on this particular night, a little boy of about 9 or 10, wearing a Reds cap, handed me a pen and something to sign. Nothing unusual there, but as I was writing the boy said, “Josh, you’re my savior.”

This stopped me. I looked at him and said, “Well, thank you. Do you know who my savior is?”

He thought for a minute. I could see the gears turning. Finally, he smiled and blurted out, “Jesus Christ.” He said it like he’d just come up with the answer to a test. “That’s exactly right,” I said.

You see, I may not know how I got here from there, but every day I get a better understanding of why.”

New Band: Boyce Avenue

July 17, 2008

Okay so i’ve been listening to this new band for the past month or two, blowin up youtube, Boyce Avenue. Mainly known for the lead singer, Alejandro’s, cover songs, but I was listening to some of their original stuff, they are great! Just thought I’d give them some love and also promote them a bit. If you get a chance look some more of their stuff up online! Its great music.

Holla,

-Bhavs

There has to be more

July 15, 2008

So the past couple days I’ve really been thinking about life, and weather or not we get the most out of it all the time. Valid question, right? I thought so. So I got to thinking and was trying to figure out what gets in the way of abundant, full life. Jesus promises us in John 10 that He has come so that we, sinners, may have life, and have it to the full. So I keep getting back to this question, “how do we get the most out of life?” Here is what I have come up with. I think every time we let sin take over in our lives, it truly hurts our relationship with God from our perspective, because we, being humans, dwell on our sin, and don’t separate it from us. But I feel like Jesus’ view of our sin is so much different in two ways. 1) He HATES sin, and we kind of play it off or think of it as “little sins” or whatever. 2) He is more LOVING than any relationship we have on earth, so He took the penalty for sin in our place, so He separates that sin from us as far as the east is from the west, so that we no longer have that burden.

So where do we go from here? Well God created us in His image, so I believe we should be striving to be as much like Jesus as possible, so that to make our lives living presentations of the Gospel every single day of our lives. Does this mean we’ll never mess up? No. Does this mean we have to be perfect, or we’ll get punished? No. But I think it does mean that if we are striving to be out of sin’s grasp, then we are able to live our lives more abundantly, because of a solid relationship with Jesus. I truly believe, and have experienced a life both of not living a life following Jesus and a life doing so, and having a true feeling of satisfaction and joy when it comes to my life of following Him. I mean after all, God did design us to be this way, why fight odds and go against it?

Bottom line is that Jesus loved us so much that He died so that we could live, so why not live a life for Him?

Holla,

-Bhavs

“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.”-John 10:10

“For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more.”-Hebrews 8:12

God On Film, Movie: Get Smart..being wise

July 14, 2008

So last nights message at Mosaic, (Mosaicland.org), was very good. Not because Pastor D can speak like no other (even though he is an amazing speaker), but because the words he had to say, really hit home for me last night. Last night was all about being wise, making wise decisions, and letting that overflow into non-believers as well. Again, alot of these points, not mine, just coming from the words of pastor D. He started by using the example, in most situations where we find ourselves looking back and being like “I wish I had not….”, we could avoid those situations by being wise when entering them. Whatever it is, financial, sexual, moral, partying too hard, relationships, etc… if we look for wisdom BEFORE hand, our chances of making the right decision increase like woah. 3 main points were made, so I just wanted to relax them on to you, on how we can add wisdom to our lives. 1) BE WISE: To live carelessly is to live foolishly. 2) PAY ATTENTION: We don’t live in a morally or ethically neutral society. 3) THINK FIRST: What is the wise thing to do?

I truly believe these 3 simple principles can help in leading a more wise life. The bible speaks many times of the unwise, it refers to them as fools. It would be my encouragement to you that God gives us a choice every day to make a decision to be wise, or live like fools, and I would love to say that I am wise, but many times I play the part of the fool. Last night was so hard for me because he hit on living a life of being wise so that others who don’t know Jesus will see Him in me, because we might be the only bible/Jesus they will ever read or see. (Col 4:5).

Thats really all I got, Thanks to Pastor D and a great message last night.

Holla,

-Bhavs

“Be wise in the way you act toward outsiders; make the most of every opportunity.”-Colossians 4:5

“Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil. Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the Lord’s will is.”-Ephesians 5:15-17

“Wisdom is supreme; therefore get wisdom. Though it cost all you have, get understanding.”-Proverbs 4:7

Some Things Can’t Be Explained

July 12, 2008

Okay so heres whats been on my mind lately. I know that God is loving, but lately its been really hard for me to wrap my mind around how God could love us so much, even when we blatantly turn our backs on Him in sin. Like seriously, I think the love of God is literally “indescribable” as Chris Tomlin sings about. We are so messed up yet His grace is shown in our bigness weakness. HOWWWWW?!?! In any relationship, you would expect it to be the opposite right? The more one messes up, the more the other gets turned away. And people ask, “what is so special about Jesus?” WHATS SO SPECIAL?!?! No matter how many times we turn and run from God, and dishonor the name of Jesus, He keeps pursuing us! wow. Lately in my life I feel that this is something I need to get a grip on, and not just understand that, but live in a way which reflects that, both in my actions but my heart. I think the more we can learn to lean on God, the more Grace we will be able to experience, leading to satisfaction on this earth, even when we search for so many different things to satisfy us, on one thing can do it. So thats what I think is so special about God, and I needed to put these thoughts on paper, so maybe I can start to live a life like I have been forgiven, not a life dwelling on where I fall short. while striving to become more like Jesus everyday.

“But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.”- 2 Corinthians 12:9

Holla

-Bhavs

ps…I’m not writing because I’m calling out people, or trying to scold, I’m wrote this because I think I can relate to everything I just wrote, and I hope you can too