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Name: Joraie
Metro: Fresno
Birthday: 6/26/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Jesus and His awesome and amazing grace, music, in-and-out, water, orange soda, reading, being real, hanging with friends, hot water cornbread, going to the movies, telling people about God's miraculous love, brushing my teeth, summer, reading the Bible, the H.A. "feeling", being a true friend, board games, friends from all around, the atlantic in spring, and these things called "fruit snacks", their quite delicious.
Expertise: Black, and having the knowledge of everything sketchy and shady.
Occupation: Student
Industry: that's what she said.
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
11/13/2004
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Just a bit on my mind.
9/16/07
It's like submission. Falling and breaking to a type of thinking. Also
a way of living. Is is it a bad thing? Does it narrow life and how you
take certain facts and think on it? Nope. Not if you've conformed to
the type of thinking that God can do the impossible and that He created
all. I don't know what exact path I've committed to, what's coming, or
what exactly I'm doing. But I know I try and desire to follow in the
path of righteousness for the Lord. Well, I think it's like an
understanding and acception. Coming to terms with certain things. Like
looking on to a car that's going to crush you underneath it's pounding
gears and man made flesh, you abosoloutley know, "I'm going to die."
That's it. There's no other way of thinking and knowing (aka accepting)
anything other than what's true and concrete. The Lord is over all. And
has created this mind blowing earth.
a new type of mind..... | | |
| A pretty recent one. I was kinda stuck into this thinking for awhile, it felt like everything I was doing meant nothing, no matter what. That something was drying me out and taking away all that I needed. But hey, everyone goes through an empty land and sees nothing but dryness. There's truth in this, since we're all searching for that One source that satisfies and redeems our heart. Just a thought.
9/2/07
This is a barren land. It feels as though nothing matters. Nothing works and nothing can change for the better. No matter what. The quiet wind, swept heavy with worries and disasters, is the land and floors. An effect done and accomplished by actions and thoughts, not second guessed. No way is this normal. Where in the world is this well that satisfies the thirst of the spirit and land? Seeking my life away and drenching my thoughts with it's promises, it consumes my time.....my life. This well. I want to drink deep of it, and explore the vast depths. Who cares about the unnatural and ungracious mountains of dirt that fills the land and over takes the space. You call them righteous actions and love creations, they are trivial and obstacles for the work we toil here. They are nothing but nothings. They matter in the ultimate end, but press on and do not ponder and let them hinder your mind and hands.
We all have our barren and unsought land. The place where time does not exist. The outpour out weighs the give back. So how did it all come to this? We starved ourselves and cut our hands off. By not obeying and being selfish, for which we are given.
our heart is no desert....
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| A prayer.....
3/20/07
No
one sees. No one sees the cracks and brokenness in me. Only you. I
can't sow everyone my imperfections, can I? Maybe that's why I feel
like a fake. If they see my weaknesses,
they'll hate me and ridicule me. It's too hard to be a real person
around here and show them what's wrong and sour. I try to be a good
person, I really do. My life is just in pieces. My faith is still there
though. I believe in you. Just make something worthwhile of me, so I'm
not incomplete and lacking anything. Make me a new sound. Make me be
impacting. A life that is edifying to you. I will not, shall not, be
afrraid of anything. I fear you and only you. Make me remember that
daily. Rebuild me. A glorification of you and for you. Anoint my heart
and feet for your will. Make my heart be my mind. A cave of your
desires. and of mine. Co-existing together. I love you, father. Be the shattering sound of my heart.
a clashing symbol.
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| This was originally called "A verb is nothing" but I decided
to change it. Usually when I write I just go with it, never thinking.
In that way, I know what I write is not really from me or my mind, but
I was used or spoken through. It's better that way.
I didnt put any
periods in here either, because I like to see it meshed together and
continue on, pretty much like chords of a song.
Hope you people enjoy it and get something out of it, as I did.
There's a lot of messages in here, I hope and pray you see them.
Disdainfully incorrect
With the signs of intellect
With respect, we collect those poor souls dialect
Arise....
The time is nigh
With a sigh, we raise high our banner with dissatisfaction
as a faction torn between two actions
Those "aces" you call men, are nothin but a sham, two faces
They steal, pillage, rape, at their own free will
It can't be for naught, for the great price you bought, for our chance of our heart to be sought
This action will put forth such a reaction, that none can fathom
Your heart will be the part in our start for their heart
As the heavenly birth forth for all that its worth for
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| Journal Entry
3/8/07
The
rejection. The loneliness. The heart. Why do people have to reject?
Just love. Jesus always loved the person and hated the sin. Just the
sin. He will always love. Never hate reject. It's not our job to judge
or be vindictive. I feel like an empty bottle in the middle of the sea.
Uncared for. Unknown. Unsought. Thrown out, and unthought of. Wash me
ashore. Put me on your shelf. Swoon over me. Brag about me to your
friends. Treasure me, the lonely. It could be seen as selfishness,
maybe. But we're meant to be loved and cared for, by you.......by your
love. We're meant to depend on you. I want to sing for you. A song that
move, breathes, lives, and sweeps. Oh.....God. Thank you for loving the
unloved and the rejected. You are my ezer kenegdo. You are my
life. My faith. The air I breathe. Even if I am rejected, by the world,
I still have you........and you have me. Thank you for everlasting
love. I will never question you, just wonder.....
You are dynamic.
You are the Lover and the Keeper.
i am the rejected.
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