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the evil look of the mirror…
We as humans of course have a typical day of waking up, eating breakfast, taking a shower, and putting the days outfit togethter. Then the last bit of it all, before we go out into the world is, the action that we must take everyday, is, looking ourselves in the mirror. We are all supposed to have a look in the mirror, to see if there is something on our face, hairs not out of whack, or is their a stain on our clothes. But the thing that ruins it all is us thinking “Will this impress them,” or “Dang this isn’t the hair style I wanted.” I mean who cares what color polo you wear of if you wear Hollister or Abercombie. I mean someone is going to notice and accuse you of his but the thing that really matters is if we are dressed with the prescence of God floating over our clothes and weaved through your hair. If we imagine ourselves walking out into the arena of demons with confidence that God is in all over you skin, you are gonna have the strength to pin down each demon that comes with their hands open up out at you. God wants us to notice him there with ourselves, he wants us to not care what others say, but you will know that the people who make fun of you just because they may be insecure, hopeless, or some other sad thing they are the ones being pinned down. And after you pin them down make sure you try helping them up. I truly think that if you were to think of this everytime you walk out the doors of your home, that you will have a day without worry of what others think of what you wear, what underwear they can see, or if the hairstyle is good enough.
why alone…
I don’t know if anyone else has ever thought this way before but, sometimes don’t you feel like no one cares for you?
I have been playing the violin for 5 years and most kids only 3 so I am made fun of for being the class pet at school. I get A honor roll in advanced classes and I don’t talk much. In 7th grade this year, I think I was scarred for life, I can’t trust anyone for what they say. I have a low self-esteem and whatever my youth pastors say about me I just flick it away and tell myself “They’re just saying that because it’s they’re job.” My relationship with God is strong when I am not being attacked by Satan. But when he attacks I fall down on my knees and take in what he says.
I feel so alone that sometimes I just want to slam myself in my room and begin to cry. I can’t keep myself from thinking that I am alone in this world and people don’t care about me. Sometimes I wonder on thoughts mostly like “Why would someone like me?”
- I’m sensitive and a guy at the same time?
- To nerdy
- Barely talk
People tell me all the time that “God loves you, that’s all that matters,” “You have family and God,” or “He gave his life up for you what will you do?” I understand this at sometimes, that he is all that matters. But other times I tell myself he isn’t in human form so he really can’t help you. D♦♦n me, I mean how could I have thought somthing like that. Tonight for some reason, just tonight, nothing special happened, but I understand that he should be the only one that matters. If you have him in your life that is all that you need. God is AWESOME and he has surrounded you with people that love you, if you were like me and don’t trust that anyone could care for you, well that is wrong, sorry I don’t care if you are Bill Gates YOU ARE WRONG. I don’t know how many times someone has told me that I am amazing and that they love me. 2/3 of the times I flick it away. I leave it behind say thank you smile, then turn my head around and frown. If I am going to do that then well I will never live a good life.
Don’t ever feel like you are the only one their and that all the people surrounding you that care about you and want the best for you, are just blimps, and that they can’t help you. Because God has placed them their in your life and he has a plan for each one of them to come to you and help you with your life. Open up to them and let them help you.
...ideas from a teen... 