So many times we want every thing right away. When we are hungry we Usually recure to the most fast way of getting food and we end up with JUNK FOOD. Our like here in the states life is so fast paced we are used to getting things fast. But Sometimes that's how we might start feeling when it comes to Jehovah blessing us. After a trial after hardships we might expect Jehovah to blesses right away and if he doesn't we might ask ourselves but why? What did I do wrong? But it's really all about patience. Jehovah knows when he will when we would need the blessing the most. I remember an experience from a close friend. He was going on his 5th year of being a ministerial servant and he started thinking Jehovah is going to bless me twice as more this year then he had already. But then his mom got an a near death accident he lost his Job he lost his opportunity of working again for the company. But he didn't lose his faith. He got discourage for a moment and I remember him sayi...
A candle light, phone, paper & pen, and book that's all I have with me right now.This past weeks have been very tough for my family and I. I have a very big family and most of are living together in this house ( we are 15 member's wowzers i know) Everyone is trying to keep it together but by looking at everyone's faces you can tell their sad. I'm sure by now your wondering why or whats wrong? Well we haven't had light or water for 3 weeks already. i know its not as bad as what others go through and I know we aren't the first or the Last to have economic problems. But to be honest its been a daily challenge and struggle especially when its night it gets dark early (around 4-5pm) so to get ready for Friday night meetings we have start getting ready early to be able to see where we are going and where our stuff is at and YES flashlights have been a great help but those batteries die fast. To shower we have had t...
I truly have no answers, if any, about life in this world. I don’t claim to understand the underlying values of this system. But I also don’t choose to. Because I don’t believe in it. I don’t believe in a world which spells a finish-line with letters pronounced ‘death’. I don’t believe in a world where loss is as natural as life. I don’t believe man will ever have the true capability beyond words to lay peace and justice as neatly as an iron-pressed shirt on Sunday mornings I adorn my faith in religiously. Simply put, I don’t believe in man. Maybe I’m completely wrong. Maybe this road I walk toward is as narrow as they say my mind is. Maybe. But maybe dying for a belief of something more. Or something better. Maybe believing that my great grandpa is sitting somewhere on the other side of paradise waiting for me means more to me than to ever believe that this world is worth dying for. That injustice. And hatred. And finding escape through forty-ounces of freedoms and hangovers is a...
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