I quietly sit in my peer support class, wishing to do something useful with my time. My tireless mind keeps wandering from one thing to another, it just can’t focus but inside God authoritatively says “Open your bible.” However,my flesh began to fight back. How stubborn could it get, so many excuses to “save” my spirit lifting bible reading for another time where it can be more “personal”, so many innocent thoughts to keep it for a later time.

     In this one soon discovers after some experience into submitting to those minuscule thoughts that you never would read the bible like you so confidently exclaimed to yourself that you would. You began to understand this tactic that Satan uses against you yet still fall into the same hole every single time, you know there’s only one thing you have to do defeat these recycled strategy. . . Just do it! Just read it! Swallow your flesh controlled pride and humble yourself to the immeasurable strength of God. In a simple prayer to just ask God to help you can get you so unbelievably far, yet even in that you still have to fight yourself, your defiant flesh just to get over the discomfort you might face when you have to confess your energy to destroy your selfish, greedy, and stubborn laziness. Just do it! If you let yourself be controlled, let your comfort decide for you over your heart, over your spirit , over the demanding of Gods will then it will only destroy you before you ever discover that it itself, has to be obliterated.

Rusty Chains, Tightening Shackles and Relentless Bondage

     When you lie in your deceiving comfort, powerless to fight the naturally sinful flesh that has found itself within you from ancient days you begun to experience some very spiritually difficult effects due to your decisions.  You start finding yourself stalling within your relationship with God because you begin to rely on your flesh and less on God to help you get through obstacles since you already have submitted yourself to it before. You begin to feel utterly useless for your routines become ,sadly, predictable. The road you were once paving through  foreign treacherous mountains and distant raging seas slowly becomes a detour to a comfortable place, and yes as times you just take a rest, yet again you end up misusing the comfort you first had the privilege of dwelling in.

     You begin to unknowingly run away from the strength given to you from conquering summits of dangerous heights and deserts of hellish lengths. Yours spiritual muscles in a way grow weary and weak from the comfort you soak in and begin to deteriorate, you begin to struggle to rise above the previously simple also easy tasks. Your spirit screams inside, warnings and prophecies,  but one cannot hear,  for the noise and needs of ones flesh to sustain comfort blots it out and keeps it hidden. Your life spirals down and your reliance on yourself to get out of this situation seems the only way though it’s nearly impossible. You were once running the eternal race with callused earthy feet also divine strength and now on your bare porcelain knees scraping them against the marble pavement of selfishness, laziness and self-deception. You’re bewildered and so inevitably lost and your flesh. . . Oh how it convinces you that you’re in control when in all reality you are the figure-head and ,it, the master behind it all. You. . .insufficient, halted and powerless, it. . .dangerous, striving, and altering.

     It all begun with a little compromise, and an unknown entitlement to death’s chains and little by little you begun playing  by its rules and unfortunately losing at its false games.

Begun to fall yet never observed what inside you was telling you that you’re not going to be landing safe.

You lie there feeling useless, stuck in the moment, never changed. It becomes dreary and weary as all becomes meaningless, you,  now so fully enslaved.

But it can all  end there and turn completely around, if you would with the understanding of Gods power  say “NO!” and like an unshakable stone foundation hold your ground.

If you would remember the unfathomable power God contains in just one drop of it if it were to ever fall into your dry dwindling desert of forgotten strength, it would be more than enough to stand on top of your fears, imperfections and failures stretching to unseen lengths. 

Just fight back, the power you receive from just being able to fight against your flesh is something that gives you strength unheard when you prevail, at first it will take so much will power to try to defeat it , it will take prayer and even fasting at times, but God see’s your heart and from there you will fly on eagles wings over the valley of death below, and then you will show. The glory of God… the indescribable glory of God.

VERSE OF THE BLOG: Romans 8:12-13

“So then, brothers, we are debtors, not to the flesh, to live according to the flesh. For if you live according to the flesh you will die, but if by the Spirit you put to death the deeds of the body, you will live.”

Song of the Blog: This song when I first heard it stirred the unknown depths of my heart and it only just explains how is just how I feel right now, the chorus breaks my heart because I feel that desperation, I feel that spark within me just wishing to become a flame amidst all the constant searching for His presence… for God… and its so heavy, the desire is all-consuming. Holy spirit we are in need of your reawakening…

Why do you fight Him with your hateful words and defiant actions, or run away in the midst of the night afraid of the unworthiness that spills from the tarnished cup you yourself had poured. When He is waiting to say, come as you are,  whether you are kneeling on mountains summits, or dirt floors. Why do spit on the spotless face of true love, yet run to the altar of sacrifice between pagans and idols, instead of living waters flowing from the bible, are they not enough.

Why. . . why . . .why do you remain full of consuming pride when you live everyday breathing not your own breathe or living your own life, for you were formed from His divine gentle hands and to Him belongs all you could ever desire or plan. Just get on your knees learn how to die to yourself and live a life led to selflessly clothe and feed all those completely broken and deeply in need. Your heart, your body, and your soul, that is what He desires, He doesn’t need part of you, He needs you as all you are, submitted to Him as a whole.

Do you truly think you actually understand the indescribable God you serve, the one who scorched the mountains to embers underneath His presence and chiseled the timeless marble earth.

No He doesn’t depend on you, get that right, you depend completely on Him, for He basks the day with its glimmering rays of radiant light and weaves the still darkness of the glorious night. 

So stand in awe as He reveals Himself at the dawn of your pain, and unveils Himself at the calling of His name.

A song with a very powerful ending chorus, this is how I feel right now, this is how I always wish to feel.

What can it be?

It’s the fact that many of us have experienced a drifting away from God to an extent that when we look back and study what is different between now and then it becomes discouraging because we discover it happened due to our own selfish fleshly decisions to ignore doing all the that help us strive as Christians to become closer to God.

What were those materials that formed the strengthening relationship between us and God?

Well, they were building blocks that were as simple as: reading our bibles, finding time to pray to God, finding time to just      acknowledge God even in the small things received within life, sacrificing our own comfort for others. Yet none of them were taken into consideration as Christians desiring to thrive in Gods presence, will and love. In result we learn, that, Satan utilizes these seemingly small decisions to ignore what our spirits gently tell us to do and shatters the foundations beneath us that kept us at bay from evil and all its many forms: selfishness, self-sufficiency, gluttony, pride, lust, jealousy and countless more .

The Result.

We are left longing to be in Gods presence again, yearning to feel His cup of holy fire wash over our frozen hearts and icy souls. We are left with a feeling, oh so very desperate, to dwell within our Lords courts again because no amount of temporary pleasure within the wickedness of the world could satisfy what God could.

Only then we understand that this is why we had weakened our relationship with God and fallen away. Because we made Him a routinely thing, something done out of expectations of others and not out of ones own individual love to do what God desires us to do. Because we forget that it’s a privilege to know God and to serve Him as His vessels and Him, our master. Because we became desensitized to the fact that the very thing we worship and love; God becomes foreign to us, the cross becomes only a familiar symbol of sacrifice and we are left bare wondering how to find ourselves in His courts again. We sit there, reminiscing about how we let this happen and its becomes so very difficult to come back to His royal gates again, on our knees we feel so out-of-place kneeling before Him, on our feet walking we feel distant, alone and unworthy. Sometimes it can feel almost impossible to get back. Satan tries to convince you that you can only get back into His kingdom by achieving some dramatic feats, like making up lost bible time by reading your bibles for hours on end, or automatically getting on your knees and praying for hours to see if you get anywhere.

In Gods eyes, though, He is saying

“Just try your best to live for me again, I don’t need dramatic extravagance or quantity, I need your honesty in all you do, I need your sincerity in all you plan to achieve for me, or underneath my sight, I need true quality. It means endless times more that this is done rather than you try to impress me with something done out of mind instead of heart.“

That is why sometimes even the simplest prayers and words said to others or from others to yourself can mean so much, can have so much weight to them, and can pierce you deeper than any other blade could go. You know, We all know because nearly all of us have experienced this.

As we do these things out of our sincere commitment to God with all it required aspects such as completely admitting to God your fears, failures, and imperfections. OUR NEED OF HIM. As we begin to look for more Him than ourselves, we begin to discover and develop who we are in HIM and not who we are in FLESH. It takes an extremely long time to proficiently live and then achieve what God desires for us after its figured out, but, you know, that is what we have a whole life to live for, and even after.

(Of all that was said one has to remember that works without faith are nothing and faith without works are nothing as well. Also that, you are only able to maintain a relationship with God in the first because of  His pure mercy love and grace towards us. . .nothing else.)

In the glory of it all Gods gates open with compassion and a river of love surges through the depths of your soul and you sit there in His courts as He molds you and makes you whole.

Explained within Isiah 54:8 ( “In a surge of anger I hid my face from you for a moment, but with everlasting kindness I will have compassion on you,” says the LORD your Redeemer.)

Do not be discouraged all whom go through this, you’re never alone. This is something even the sons and daughters of the holy days had experienced and nearly everyone around you.

Psalm 84

“ ¹ How lovely is your dwelling place,
   LORD Almighty!
² My soul yearns, even faints,
   for the courts of the LORD;
my heart and my flesh cry out
   for the living God.
³ Even the sparrow has found a home,
   and the swallow a nest for herself,
   where she may have her young—
a place near your altar,
   LORD Almighty, my King and my God.
⁴ Blessed are those who dwell in your house;
   they are ever praising you.

 ⁵ Blessed are those whose strength is in you,
   whose hearts are set on pilgrimage.
⁶ As they pass through the Valley of Baka,
   they make it a place of springs;
   the autumn rains also cover it with pools.
⁷ They go from strength to strength,
   till each appears before God in Zion.

 ⁸ Hear my prayer, LORD God Almighty;
   listen to me, God of Jacob.
⁹ Look on our shield, O God;
   look with favor on your anointed one.

 ¹⁰ Better is one day in your courts
   than a thousand elsewhere;
I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God
   than dwell in the tents of the wicked.
¹¹ For the LORD God is a sun and shield;
   the LORD bestows favor and honor;
no good thing does he withhold
   from those whose walk is blameless.”

Here is a song that I think many should just listen to and enjoy.

A personal favorite at the moment.

I’m going through a very challenging and difficult time spiritually at the moment. Everything is confusing, everything need to be done feels as if its a burden. Everything feels out of place, life feels out of place and completely just in another dimension. Its so bewildering to live day after day in this state, and though I feel so far away from God, though I feel as if I have reached a part of the desert that I could have never dreamed to be so foreign and conforming.

I have something beautiful in this exchange of circumstances from being in a comfortable personal state of Christianity to a state of complete opposites.  What I have found is that no matter how far away you are, no matter how dire your circumstances are, no matter how hard it it is to live through each and every day individually. He is there, He is everywhere, and He will proclaim Himself to be known in every single thing you: see, hear, taste, feel, and think. You will realize that life with God is pointless, there is no need to experiment or try other things because in the end after tasting Gods indescribable goodness, feeling His unexplainable touch, hearing His soothing words, and thinking the way He has always thought.

As I am in this desert, God is telling me one thing, and He is not telling only me, this, HE IS TELLING EVERYONE. HE IS TALKING TO ALL OF US, SOMETHING HE MADE CLEAR. He is telling me that we need to Wake Up, that we need to return to the glory God has destined for us, that we shouldn’t just let our lives be based on comfort and fear of what “WE”  are possible of doing, but on the what God can do when you: fight for His righteous justice, when you fight for His holy ordinance, When you fight for His redeeming love, When you fight to protect the very thing that protects you, When you fight to be able to live the life that you are supposed to live. You have a warrior spirit within you, and its so very asleep locked away from its limitless potential. So many people are tricked into the fact that one should remain in ones own sphere of comfort and personally desired circumstances. When one does this, one puts to sleep His spirit…THE SPIRIT WHICH BELONGS TO GOD, WHICH IS CAPABLE OF THINGS BEYOND IMAGINABLE POSSIBILITIES, WHICH IS CAPABLE OF TURNING DEATH TO LIFE, SICK TO HEALED, ENSLAVED TO FREE, BLIND TO SEEING! The warrior like spirit that we are blessed with.

What are we doing! Our generation is so secure in living for itself instead of God, that its killing the very thing that keeps us alive and that strengthens His kingdom… OUR SPIRITS in service to Him; which God blessed us with the privilege of being vessels for. Yes at times it can get difficult being a warrior for God but He sees your heart in these everyday trials and pains. Some which can be, to keep on fighting though you feel tired, though you feel weary, though you feel isolated sometimes without feeling but God is there, He is listening to every single word and watching every single action.  One can try to hide this spirit as much as possible, one can try to contain it in a personal box. Ones flesh may say there is no need to believe there is God, but that longing in your soul, that part of you that makes you whole no matter how small you make it; will be an undying flame in all of the surrounding darkness of your being.

This Means Love: Full Application Of Salvation

It has placed within my heart, this stirring intensely raging inside,

Where every single part of me, declares to die and live for His sacrifice,

And I cannot hide it, I cannot deny it,

No I can’t cage it up like a savage animal within the comfort of fleshly desires,

Cannot deface its existence from the surface though tempted from many buyers,

And It becomes all consuming, and it becomes further assuring,

Of the reality that a warrior resides within freedom, to relentlessly fight for His kingdom,

Wake UP! He cries, it echoes through my being as it does in the ridges of the earth,

Wake UP! He cries, it deeply burns into my spirit rocked by slumber and endless mirth,

And his armor, before,  gleaming,  broke from its black rust and ancient seaming,

And his heart begins beating to the pulsing rhythm of the enemies footsteps so deceiving,

Sharpened arrows envelope and blanket the sky,

Stained swords mercilessly dance and collide,

Despite His festering wounds He chooses to live and His soul groans, It desperately moans,

We are your chosen, We are your chosen!

And Heaven replies with monstrous strength unseen and a burning unheard,

Massive mountains melt underneath His demanding presence and spoken words,

Collosal oceans tremble as His loving jealously blazes for the invitation requested,

Infinite skies rip asunder knowing that true love comes to shield the painfully tested,

And He settles His pierced hands on the warrior’s heart and prays a word before He departs,

There he remains perfectly still to realize that only on weary and dusty knees,

Will he be able to confidently stand and peacefully walk against the churning seas,

Will he able to understand the immense power rushing like rivers in ones soul,

And the Love whose tender heart was scattered into pieces to make others so pure and whole,

I saw kids walk around in gangs representing the colors of red and blue, Norte, Sureno, doesn’t matter they thought that were on top and that they were stupid for living life that way. I saw what looked like college students or older men pinned against a wall near a liquor store with drugs just shooting it in their veins, not caring about anything else only that they wash away their thoughts of pain, as they go insane. Yet all of this, I saw with eyes of judgment, and one day it was fixed with a conviction sharply thrown and it pierced deep. As I was sitting on my bus, headphone on, blocking out the world around me and just dwelling on my thoughts, I was thinking those same type of thoughts that moment and a heard a voice within me, loud and clear. “Who are you! You are not any different, you’re just the same the only difference is that you have a savior and they don’t. And what you’re going to continuing letting others dwell in it as you live your life” When I looked back at this I begin to write this poem. I really hope you may be blessed by this and as always I will appreciate any amount of feedback given, honestly God Bless you.

This Means Love: Understanding Not Judgment

You and I were skillfully formed like clay, sister and brother,
Yet why do we turn against ourselves, against each other,

You at times convince your mind that I always love never could I discriminate,
Yet when He walked by with a gun tucked in, ebony skin, building was your unknown hate,
Stop! Did you once think of how He lives constantly dreaming of a taste of freedom,
Instead of having to taste the crusted blood on His lips every time His father beat him,
And through that His heart hardened, soul barred in, He does what He was taught to do,
To live life in a gang where others achieve love and security with a lethal bang,
Just to prove that they’re worth far more than dirt to the loyal and royal blue,

You continue walking in a world so fake, so false, so unfortified,
And walks by a tanned girl with a click in her heels, body exposed with clothes of promiscuity,
You’re inevitably disgusted and walk away wondering why, she deserves it you decide,
Yet inside her scattered heart there’s a growing chasm so vast and unbelievably deep,
That she cries out emptily with salty tears into her pillow, nightmares begin consuming her sleep,
And waking up on a tainted bed, thoughts of sin dig relentlessly into her heart and dirtied skin,
All because no one would offer a crumb of love or a drink of comfort to fulfill her rejected soul,
When a gentleman came, a liar, a thief,
Whispered handsomely into her sensitive ears “I have the love you seek to make you whole”
Easily she was misguided and had no clue to the burning demon alive and underneath,

As you pull up to a red stop light rain pouring down as a moment to speed home is intervened,
You watch a lifeless man cursing and bursting in rages as cocaine transforms him into a drug fiend,
No sympathy or care came, you believed it was His fault, for why would He even dare to try,
Green light you drove away thinking this is life nothing can change but God breaks and cries,
Because that man was a loving husband to his beautiful wife and father of his many beloved children,
But all he knew quickly disappeared in an instant as an unsuspecting truck crushed them,
Barren, the pain so great inside nothing could keep Him from feeling depraved,
No one told Him of Christ’s sacrifice for His burdens, now, so roughly engraved,
He did anything He could to fill the black desolation seeping into His heart,
Drugs his only comfort and fantasy his family kept him instantly away from this reality so dark,

The house door swung open the storm now in a rage,
You sit down peacefully and gently turn the bibles page,
Acting like all was ordinary all which was supposed to was achieved and done,
A voice appears as you read,
You think this means love!
You think judging others will bring peace,
You stood there in front of your forgotten sisters and brothers,
When they needed a loving hand to guide and to lead,
But in your pride you thought that they didn’t deserve My blood,
That with mercy and grace I poured down on you,
Never did I think to judge,
Because I always knew,
How it was to be spit on, forsaken and shoved…

looked for any display or example that would portray Him as the holiest of all beings,

Yet you didn’t find Him in the riches of the dying world, didn’t find Him dressed in the finest garments one could easily distinguish,

You though only the wealthiest of the time could buy His attendance, thought that only the most fame driven and partially divine could ask for His wisdom spanning across the ages,

yet He came with no trumpets blown and no celebration marking the birth of His decadence,

yet He came to serve with compassion unseen and love unknown for written in history’s pages,

For those who only dreamed of seeing freedom from the death sins they sown,

When there was only bitter darkness and seething hatred that threatened life,

when there was only disastrous storms that raged at hope rooted deeply within,

He came with a gentle hand drawn offering you sanctuary from the devilish strife,

He came with a redeeming voice that surpassed the thundering howls of demons digging mercilessly into your skin,

When you were completely alone and had only desperation pouring down at the flickering fire of hope you tried to keep alive,

When you were without a home and seeking shelter from the distractions you built towering walls around,

The He came drenching the flame with the most costliest and holy of oil man not even with his own soul could buy,

He came with raging rivers of healing that crumbled all fortifications which keep you at knees buried to the ground,

There was none like Him for in all His majesty He washed in happiness your tainted feet,

There was none like Him for in all His holiness He kept you under the security of His wings,

There was none like Him for in all His faced insults and wounds blood they seeped,

He blessed you still and cried out Father they know not what they do,

so please forgive them and let them see the display of mercy no could ever bring,

From your tears of pain,

From your years of shame,

From your screams so soaked in devastation,

And from pleas coated in others condemnation,

He was formed,

He was born in your darkness when all was still

And He came not with a lion’s roar but a soft whisper,

To say come and be filled

I know this is something we all struggle with many times, that everything’s do’s and don’ts; as long as you try your best to not fall with sincerity in hand when all begins to tumble, He will forgive you and give you strength to try not to stumble as long as you remember that surrender to Him is not a sign of weakness or a devastating ending like many might say it is but a beautiful exchange were all was given to Him for the glory of His name. Please do respond with feedback or any corrections you might think I need to make. Sorry for the access rhyming its just it happens naturally from hours of poem writing. Thank you for your time sincerely May God keep you and Bless you,

Psalm 73:25-26

This Means Love : Surrender

Known stories of forced surrender ending with sorrowful tragedy,
Lives scattered and never remembered at the aftermath of their happening,
Yet here was a different surrender that none could ever think to believe,
Where it can be the decision that didn’t enslave but set one beautifully free,
For when one tugged and clenched close His bloodied whipped hands,
Churning crimson waters would erase imperfections of even the roughest sands.
And surging warmth would accumulate bursting open tightened chains,
To see impurities pour out and completely disappear in His pulsing veins,

For when your heart resided outside of His gentle control,
Desires this life had prescribed tried to convince you of riches and blasphemy,
And all that you thought made you so needless, so whole,
In his scarred hands were polished clean to reveal a reflection of monstrosity,
Savior! Savior! You cried out with lungs feeling so desperately frail,
For there was no amount of air inside or outside to fully supply,
Everything required to live and not die like His love if inhaled,

His gracious and abundant love did not account any defiant actions or traitorous acts,
And when it happened He shielded and healed you enough to rescue then hold back,
All the vile, dire and searing darkness that countered with devilish strength,
And frightened you were by such foreign love which traveled such hellish length,
That you decided to thrust angry and sharpened words cutting His body and face,
For in all the years before that you walked blindly in murky pain and muddled tears,
Experienced your heart of desolate earth promises broken which ceased to erase,
The dwindling amounts of precious hope that was being consumed by all your fears

And then there were devastated nights of reigning darkness whom slaughtered with a grin
Not even a glimmer or a shimmer of light to guide the way from the countless stars
Regardless He swallowed your venomous resentment and dooming sin,
And with its breath told and showed you the bottomless depths of His scars,
Suddenly forgotten wells underneath the ground beneath began to break,
And again suddenly at each word His mouth cultivated and perfectly shaped,
Convinced were you of temporary birth in earth below and eternity in heaven above,
To dwell in the glorious kingdom of His heart forever, never to be severed,
You finally understood, that, this means love, this means love

“This Means Love: Glorify”

The wounded world might constantly shake, the bleeding earth repeatedly shatter,
And the majestic heavens might violently quake as all lose grasp on what truly matters,
But who bestowed man with deep breathes of flowing life,
And whose gently hands firmly held the bewildered souls saturated in bitter strife,
All around us towering trees can quickly wither and mighty oceans evaporate,
And radiant gold skies can be painted with bloody hues as all cries at what to anticipate,
But whose tormented body and anguished heart stole the keys of life from deaths charred hands,
And whose priceless scars professed strength and healing to those suffering under evil’s commands,
The dense ground beneath our feet might rupture and with sounds of rolling thunder split all in two,
But whose magnificent presence calmed even the untouchable depths of the shifting seas,
And whose countless steps stood steadily still even as the foundations of faith were challenged,
At every breathe He breathed,
We can’t touch you or see you but our hearts learned of invisible love so unquenchable,
Only a small flicker, a tiny spark and it grew to a roaring flame repelling the dark so unmentionable,
All may doubt you in times of accumulating desperation when ones soul cries out weak,
And all may confidently say that our God is dead how pointless it is for us to seek,
But whose endless glory was nailed then put openly on display,
Whose stained back was viciously whipped and sides torn,
Whose heavenly light lit the way in the blackness of night where misery was formed!?
No! None! Could ever steal the growing hope inside, nothing could ever replicate!
Such brittle bones can swiftly age and flesh easily disintegrate,
But No! Nothing! Can ever hide the traces of you as creation unified cries your matchless name!
Father have mercy for your lost sons and daughters who have forgotten the power you claim,
As 24 elders and 4 living creatures fearlessly surrender their golden crowns,
At the sacred doors of your burning throne and all reverently bow down,
To shout and sing how holy you are despite our bleak circumstances and numbing pains,

I find myself alone, breathing every single moment that might make up my future or reach down to play with the past.
A sanctuary is a place I tend to share with myself, when the stars toss their heads and dance across a glistening sky. A home where everything feels right ,This, I lay on my rooftop. Sudden warmth takes place attacking my skin, a fire grew hot and raged violently as the icy needle like wind broke it’s barriers. Every breathe represented a restless moment consisting of spanning memories, all in which had dug deep into my inner core.

I often loose myself, my being, throughout the process of just laying there. An evening cold dancing upon my sensitive skin.
Abundant with countless thoughts,goals, desires. It all seeps in like a burning wound that brigs and related measure up, upon stimulating it,that of, which night time does for me victoriously.
Binding the time, I seem to wander past my daily life, past all of the insincere bumps and restrictions contaminating my little plundered path.

It brings my many conclusions to broadening problems present from before or ahead. As if I had my own personal therapist gratefully standing beside me asking desperately what’s wrong, what problems are challenging you.
Knowing I get huge quantities of this, in and out of dwelling into my desolate head, most of which was shackled to daily chores, homework, small complaints. Just in general “LIFE”.
But outside it all was my home, my sanctified sanctuary. Built from laughs, hugs, smiles, even simple words of support and love. It creates almost a bronze-orange adorned atmosphere. That fed the oil to a raging flame, consuming my mind,body and soul. Oh how warm ,how alive i felt in my paradise.
Simply put.

Even so many wonder what supply’s the demand of my heavenly sanctuary. Where a mist embeds dew upon each and every rose, where night time reigns concocting a immense darkening envelope of darkness around me. Where every breathe signals a intense feeling of warmth,peace, and love. Where I can visualize clearly the love, the thoughts, the feelings shared between me and my loved ones.

Such precious people are able to enlighten every aspect of the term and feeling “happiness”.
Everything I am in pursuit of is God, Pursuit of True Happiness, Pursuit of People who care, Pursuit of Real Heartfelt Pure Love, Pursuit of The Treasures God Has In Store For Me.