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Name: Alan
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Abilene
Gender: Male
Interests: The Army, Sigma Delta Sigma, Literature, Music, and Politics.
Expertise: Death and dismemberment, Teaching composition skills to freshmen,
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message me
AIM:  conwaysauce
Member Since:
6/16/2005
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| I think I'm finally beginning to learn to laugh at life, because if you don't laugh at it, you're going to end up crying about it. I'm enjoying the moments when I can laugh at the ironies of life because they keep me from breaking down over the awful things. I can either look at the last couple of years of my life as straying from God, or simply getting burned by the fire of the world. If I see the latter, I see that God has been using those fires to change me. Just as a child has to learn not to touch the stove the hard way, despite the parent's warning, so I've had to learn the hard way in life. Instead of just hearing, I've been shown. As a result, something even more glorious is happening...I am being forged into a Christian man, something that is very dangerous in these times. The world fears such men, and so does Satan. If I keep trying, if I don't give up hope, God has a plan for me, and one day, I will truly become a man of God, a Christian warrior. | | |
| I was sure by now
That You would have reached down
And wiped our tears away
Stepped in and saved the day
But once again, I say "Amen", and it's still raining
As the thunder rolls
I barely hear Your whisper through the rain
"I'm with you"
And as You mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away
I'll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
Every tear I've cried
You hold in Your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm
I remember when
I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry
You raised me up again
My strength is almost gone
How can I carry on
If I can't find You
As the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
"I'm with you"
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away
I lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The Maker of Heaven and Earth - Casting Crowns, "Praise You in this Storm" | | |
| In memory of those who fell five years ago today. Never Forget. | | |
| I've come to believe through experience that hardest thing in life is seeing people you love in pain, and not being able to do anything about it. It doesn't seem plausible that God could tell you to back off and wait, but the only thing to do is to pray for them without end, and wait. Romans 12:12 "Be joyful in hope, patient in suffering, and faithful in prayer." P.S. Thanks for the edit Montgomery | | |
| So I don't think I'm gonna post anything for a while because if I don't have anything positive to say, there's not much point. | | |
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