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alanamazingxo
- December 25th, 2009
on monday night, i fell unto slumber as i had watched a film inspired by the books of genesis. on tuesday night, i reopened my bible once more and filled my heart with the Fathers loving scriptures. on wednesday night, i ventured up a steep hill with a good friend and a heart-to-heart, God-inspired dialogue. on christmas eve, i got dolled up and carolled the night away with 30 loving souls ive grown fond of over the years. on my saviors reigning day of birth, i secretly appreciated everything i have been endowed with as i enjoyed another peaceful evening reading the Lords word alone in bed. it seemed that, however, on the night anticipated for three hundred and sixty-four days, i had been most isolated from my family to become a hermit in the confines of my solitary residence. feeling a sudden urge of lonliness, i pondered why i had taken the step to separate myself from the material world and enjoy my solitude whilst deep in christian reading. christmas hath been portrayed always as a symbol of reunion and family love, and i had understood that. maybe, just maybe, i had put myself away realizing subconsciously that i hadnt been praying enough. i neednt be devoting myself to silly oddities, and as the time vanished swiftly enough to surpass my awareness, i found myself engulfed in a book i had put off reading for months now, and shant do anymore. i struggled to fight back tears welling up in my eyes as they scanned the beautiful words strung together by various souls afflicted positively by Gods eternal light. i had discovered the true meaning of christmas this year, and especially the true meaning of christian love. as two-thousand and nine rewinds, i see a young girl, aged fifteen, overly confident and bitterly naive, falling in love and falling apart, forgiving and realizing, growing up and knowing her deservedness. many a thing has changed me. i had been spinning in circles, meshing idiocracy with spontaneity, believing in the unforeseen just to believe in something. in this year, i have learned to forgive, not as an emotion, but a healthy mindset in which we move forward. in this year, i have learned i am not a tool; i am not designed to be used as a utensil by any other than my Creator; i am not to be stripped of the glory that God hath shed onto me by any, including myself. God hath given us desires, but He hath bestowed unto us the willpower to manage them. i recall a sermon one night focusing on temptations and losing our faith in tough situations. some need that faith more than others in slipping moments of despair. as many have been peeling off calendar days, counting down a new start, i wondered why we shant start now? it is never too late to be what one might have been, and maybe i might have been destined a protector; a lover; a voice. lately my prayers have been few, but even fewer have they included myself and my selfish desires. "pray for me?" i shall, my dear. ask of me anything and i lend you my ear.
merry christmas to all and happy birthday to my King<3