Today is Sunday. Everyone is in their skin sitting around in various living rooms and at different dining tables in a various slew of households discussing religious thoughts that were created at sporadic moments throughout the church service today…no wait, scratch dat. Everyone didn’t go to church today. Some people set their alarms to go in hopes of getting back on the right track with God, the sun done came out, alarm went off, & the already worn out snooze button was pressed yet again. Another broken promise to God. See me I don’t go. I don’t have the best relationship with God, but I talk to the Man. When I’m pissed off, I call Him. When I’m happy, I call Him. When I’m confused, I call Him. For any reason at all, I call Him. This occurs Sunday through Saturday…the life as I know it will never be the way that I want it to be because what I want is not what I need and what I need I just don’t know. What I do know is that I know how I like to feel…so that’s what I use to determine what my needs are. Me going to church is not going to change my life, the state of mind that I have will determine how my life will be…or how it won’t. I believe in a higher power, and I also believe that, that power is everywhere…according to popular belief that power is most powerful in church..so they go to church to summon the power in hopes of gaining precise guidance in their daily lives yearning for wisdom to determine what they want & what they need. Because that’s life right?? Going to sleep every night and waking up every morning in hopes of making every minute count for something. It’s so easy to make a bad judgment call…so faithful beliefs in the supernatural has to be some sort of…Relief.
I set my alarm to wake me up in time for work. When I wake up each morning, I lay on my back & ask God for a positive day and a new job. Sometimes I snooze the alarm for 15 more minutes…and when I wake up for the 2nd time I ask God if he can help me to get up the 1st time the alarm goes off the next day. Maybe if I go to church I’d be able to get up the 1st time around all the time & my new job will call. *Shrugs* But I still make it to work on time, so I’ll pass. Life is what you make it. The energy that you exert daily is the same energy that you’re going to receive coming full force at you after it has done it’s damage to where ever you’ve sent it. My main focus is not to do what seems right..I just do what feels right and if it’s wrong then it’s a lesson learnt. *giggle* & I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.
~The Lyricist
October 9, 2011
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4 responses to “I Call Him…”
Marce
October 9th, 2011 at 23:22
U always have been gifted as a writer
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Scott Mitchell
October 9th, 2011 at 23:36
Keep looking up and forward! 😀
blessings
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Family Living
October 10th, 2011 at 04:55
Excellent post today. I ready enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing and see you around!
Here is a great poem to check out:
The Voice Inside Me
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pissykittyslitterbox.com
October 10th, 2011 at 16:13
If you were looking for answers, you definitely have them. Doing what ‘feels right’ I believe is the closest way to get to God. I think this little thing we have inside us called a ‘gut instinct’ was given by Him, is directed by Him, and if we heed it then we are following Him. I don’t think it’s a ‘mass’ experience as some do, I think it’s incredibly personal, and what works for one may not work for another. I believe church is simply a means to have fellowship with like-minded (brethren) individuals. It shouldn’t be used to validate that one is right with God, and sadly it’s misused this way. I’ve seen many that ‘pick Him up’ at the door when they enter on Sunday, spend time with Him, and forget Him at the door when they leave. How they justify that as a personal relationship with Him I’ll never know, but they do. My family is predominately made up of God-fearing, church going, devoted Christians: Brother and sisters, parents now passed, odds and ends of nieces, nephews, cousins, etc. Ours is a Christian family. You’ve read my blog. Imagine how popular I am. Ha..ha.. But I’m being true to myself. And contrary to how they may choose to believe, I don’t think ‘works’ are going to get me into heaven, but that God reads my heart alone. And I do think He uses me at times, and that I have a purpose as much as they do. There are some that won’t seek out help from Christians because they don’t want to deal with the ‘religious’ part of it. Perhaps they feel a bit ‘guilty’ about living the way they do because they drink, curse, have lived a ‘seedy’ lifestyle. They relate to me though, because I’m completely on their level. And I know for a fact that many of them I’ve had my hand in saving from suicide because of posts I’ve wrote on the subject. I know this, because they told me so. So I have to believe that he is using this ‘vessel’ for good, in spite of the way I talk or live. Just be true to yourself.
By the way…loved the pic. Ahh…to have young, flawless skin again. ((sigh)) I hope you’re rocking it why you got it, cause it don’t last forever, Babe. 😉
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