L, Death Note, and a little bit of Spicy
OMG I HAVEN’T POSTED A BLOG IN forever!!!!! Oh wow! How time flies. Well, in the few short weeks, days, whatever, I have discovered a new old TV show! Old to the world, new to me. It’s called Death Note and it’s Grrrrr-eat! You’ll have to check it out. OH OH OH my favorite character is L. He is super uber fantastically wonderful. I love him to pieces. We have a lot in common so… you know, that made me super excited. I went to church today. I didn’t want to at first, but I dragged myself out of bed and got ready and went anyway. I think God was proud of me. I hope he was anyway. And as it turns out of course, I was really glad I went. I felt better afterwards. Our service was Bro John’s “Annual State of the Church Announcement” thingy… so we kind of remenisced. It was great. I felt really really blessed to be a part of such an amazing church. My church family is the best in the whole world. To me at least. They’re all really great people. Sometimes it really scares me how about this time last year I took it all for granted. I could honestly say I was bitter or hateful toward almost all of them. I don’t know why I didn’t like them. It was satan most definitely. I can not believe I was so messed up. But thanks to my best buddy Jesus, we turned it around. I had such a wonderful relationship with Jesus. We were closer than bark on a tree, and then satan came in and stole me away from him. I thought I loved him. He told me he loved me. But satan, like he always does, broke my heart. I was left shattered, confused, and lost. But Jesus came in and helped me pick up the pieces of my heart. He forgave me because He always does, and He told me He still loved me. I apologized over and over again, and He eased my suffering. Together, we’re rebuilding my life, and He’s helping me get stronger each day. I backslide sometimes, some days are harder than others, but He always grabs my hand, pulling me back up. Jesus, my best friend, my confidant, my love… He is such an AWESOME God. I love him to death. Literally. And to think that someone so spectacular, so amazing, so wonderful, so… PERFECT could love me. To think He could love me so much he would suffer a horrific death just for me. To think He cares for me that much. I guess, when I ask myself, “Why am I a Christian? Why do I love Jesus?”, that is the answer I come up with. Because He loves me. Until next time, bloggers. Have a joyous, peace-filled, WONDERFUL day. To God be the glory. God bless. xoxo, Daisy S.
