<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15927654</id><updated>2011-12-02T05:45:17.015-08:00</updated><category term='Quote'/><category term='Journal'/><category term='March of Dimes'/><category term='Prayer Request'/><category term='My Poems'/><category term='worship'/><title type='text'>My heart displayed in writing...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billscott1974.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billscott1974.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>361</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15927654.post-7280102344011534293</id><published>2011-03-21T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T19:30:24.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>3-21-11</title><content type='html'>sigh :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15927654-7280102344011534293?l=billscott1974.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/7280102344011534293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/7280102344011534293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billscott1974.blogspot.com/2011/03/3-21-11.html' title='3-21-11'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15927654.post-7983414621630037207</id><published>2011-02-26T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T10:26:00.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>2-26-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2RIdIzsS18/TWk_i75SWDI/AAAAAAAAAME/pqi479_eIbk/s1600/Raindrops_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2RIdIzsS18/TWk_i75SWDI/AAAAAAAAAME/pqi479_eIbk/s400/Raindrops_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578059482901141554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s cold right now. I am sitting here in my living room trying to get the heat to do what it does best, keep me warm, and I am sure that once the heater is on for more than 30 seconds it will warm up my living room. It’s so funny how the littlest things get me thinking. For example: the cold. It got me thinking of how certain relationships I have had that I received so much warmth from, ones I cherished and valued and really sacrificially gave myself to, I am reminded at how easily they turned cold. These relationships brought me so much comfort and I valued them so highly, and now the only time that there is any sign of life is when it’s so heated that it scorches me to my core. It is so difficult to believe that these relationships are no more. They did not make it past the storms in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts. It hurts for a very long time. Healing doesn’t come overnight, it takes years and years before the wounds stop bleeding and the pain subsides. It is a very long, difficult and lonely road before you heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that does help is after you bear your soul to someone and they reject you, after you go through that loss; when you do find the courage to share who you are with someone else and they not only accept you but embrace who you are and love you as you are, it really gives you a glimmer of hope. But it’s so much more than that. When those people in my life, whether friends or family or even acquaintances, simply stepped up to the plate and embraced me, I felt a love that is so much deeper than the love that I lost. And gratitude, appreciation, and a form of love emanates from deep within me which naturally makes my relationships with these people so much closer, deeper and real. A confidence begins to swell up from deep inside, like a seed planted and starting to sprout. Hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels as if all the tears that I have been shedding over the loss I have experienced, those same tears were watering the seeds of hope that are slowly sprouting. The storm almost took my life and devoured me, seems to be doing something that I am really starting to appreciate and value.  I feel stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the pain is still here. The storm is real and it really devastates, but I want to be a person who soars like the eagle. You know the Bald Eagle is a very interesting animal. When the storm comes and I mean a real storm not just some little drizzle. When a powerful hurricane hits land all the birds of the air start to frantically flee. Those little birds fly as fast as they can away from the violent storm and the devastation that the thunderous cyclone brings. But the eagle isn’t moved in the slightest. The Bald Eagle looks at the storm and just begins to mount up. It begins to look the storm right in the eye and it begins to head straight for it. It goes right through the eye of the storm and then it soars out onto the top of the storm. It flies until it is above the trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other birds are running around below the pounding clouds but the eagle soars above it. It becomes victorious over it. As the little birds fight for their lives in the darkness; the eagle experiences blue skies. It is not scared in the midst of the storm but it moves right into the middle of it. The eagle faces some heavy trials and pressure and it comes out on top of it. And that is what I long to be and what I need because this storm hitting me is the darkest one I have ever been in. I fear that I am more like the little birds fleeing for safety but I want to be a person that endures and victoriously overcomes the storms in my life; how I long to be like the eagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I look at Beethoven and all that he had to endure! The man was deaf; he could not hear. You know what he said? He said “I will take life by the throat!” He didn’t say “Forget it! That is it I am done. What do you expect me to do now? I am deaf! What kind of music can I make now? My life is OVER! Everything I am is now OVER!” That is not what he said. He said “I am going to take life by the throat!” He then went on to put together some of the greatest symphonies ever known. That is simply amazing to me! He could not hear. How did he do it? He was a man of perseverance! The storm came and he took it on and overcame the fierceness of the fiery trial. Sure the trial hurt him and it altered him but he was able to overcome all the obstacles as he simply persevered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to let this thing in my life stop or hinder me. I am not going to let this trial that I am in slow me down altogether. Sure it will knock me off my feet but I am going to get back up and fight. I will overcome or I will die trying! Though all things are against me I am not down for the count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we can look at the storms in our lives and look for the eye of the storm and say that is where I am going. I am going to go right through it. It is at that time that I believe that the coal in our lives begin the process of turning into diamonds. Though I can’t see or feel it now I am sure that there are diamonds being formed deep within my wearisome soul. And it is that little glimmer of hope that I will look to as I get battered and bruised in the midst of this storm. 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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15927654-7983414621630037207?l=billscott1974.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/7983414621630037207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/7983414621630037207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billscott1974.blogspot.com/2011/02/2-26-11.html' title='2-26-11'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2RIdIzsS18/TWk_i75SWDI/AAAAAAAAAME/pqi479_eIbk/s72-c/Raindrops_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15927654.post-7069448392226999288</id><published>2011-02-09T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T08:08:42.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>2-9-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TVK7s3D_J4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/qDXecG2BJz8/s1600/2011-01-04%2B14.15.24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TVK7s3D_J4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/qDXecG2BJz8/s400/2011-01-04%2B14.15.24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571722068380034946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's Wednesday morning and I have some quiet time before I head out the door for work.  I have needed to write for a few days, but my head has been so cloudy. Everything inside of me has been a big blur and I haven’t been able to collect my thoughts. So for the most part I have been ignoring it, but you can only do that for so long. So yeah, it’s time to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how easily my emotions can tear me apart. First it breaks my head then my heart starts to suffer and ache. It kinda feels like these emotions are chewing at my bones; causing a silent chill to run through them. They are so persistent and it’s that constant nagging in the background that wears on me. Why can't these feelings leave me alone and just fade away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I sit here in silence as I try to sort out what is in my head. It’s still a big blur. Silence builds a terrible wreckage inside of me at times, it feeds on my loneliness, my isolation and it creates a void buried deep inside the recesses of my soul. Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture me to the point where I feel stricken, despised and destroyed. I don’t like to be alone. Yet at times I do like the quietness. I like being able to reflect and just sip on a warm cup of coffee and just breathe. *Deep Breath, ahhhhh* I just don’t want to feel hopeless anymore. And that is where I think my head is at. I feel hopeless, like a lost cause that makes everyone around me uncomfortable by my presence. And I know that isn’t necessarily true at all times, but I feel like such a burden to people. I feel like a ball of confusion. I feel awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times there is no sound of laughter or happiness in my heart, at other times my heart is filled with joy and I can't stop laughing. All these conflicting emotions can be felt at the same time. It's overwhelming. And I wouldn’t mind it so much if those feelings of utter despair would not be sitting there in the shadows of my mind waiting for an opportune time to devour me. I feel so guarded, not just from other people but from myself as well. I feel like I have to be prepared for battle at all times as I wait for these feelings of despair to make their next move. And all I want to do is rest, but I am afraid that once I let my guard down and I look the other way, that the feelings of despair will attack me and I will be unable to fight them off. I am weak. I don’t want conflict. I hate fighting, yet this is the best analogy that I can think of when it comes to the internal struggles I face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I throw in the towel today or do I carry on in the circles that I seem to find myself in? These somber, melancholy moods wear me down as they tell me that it’s futile to hope, dream and pray. But I know they are lies. I feel hopeful even in the midst of confusion, but I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness wants to builds a home within me. And oh how I run from it like I would run from the black plague.  I am confused. I feel like an exile, different and disdained. So yeah, confusion, internal confusion seems to be where my head is at right now. I don’t feel depressed, thank Gawd!!! I just feel like I am walking around in the fog as I try to get my bearings and figure out where I am at. I can see the faint images of things around me but the fog really hinders my view and I can only make out the shapes, but there is no clarity. I have no idea if I am in a place I recognize. Everything is blocked by the fog. I feel confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have things changed? Or are they the same? If I wanted to get home, do I walk the same way, in the same direction or do I turn around and walk the other way? Or am I standing in front of my house yet not realizing it because of the thickness of the haze in my mind? Confusion; that is where I am at. At least I am not depressed.  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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15927654-7069448392226999288?l=billscott1974.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/7069448392226999288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/7069448392226999288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billscott1974.blogspot.com/2011/02/2-9-11.html' title='2-9-11'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TVK7s3D_J4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/qDXecG2BJz8/s72-c/2011-01-04%2B14.15.24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15927654.post-3408009486630181195</id><published>2011-01-29T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T16:53:17.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>1-29-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TUS2bSOBPYI/AAAAAAAAALw/1veeTrb1zZU/s1600/2011-01-04%2B14.20.43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TUS2bSOBPYI/AAAAAAAAALw/1veeTrb1zZU/s400/2011-01-04%2B14.20.43.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567775619200138626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should write today. I don’t feel bad today, but I do have this distant emotion trying to make its way into the forefront of my mind. I am not always a depressed person, I know that if you are to read my writings only, that it may appear that way, but I am not depressed. I am just really in tune with my feelings and in those times when I am feeling the emotions tug at me, I tend to write.  I write because in those somber times of emotional despair, that is when I am actually in the mood to write, the rest of the time, I am ok for the most part. Writing is therapy for me. It is a way for me to connect what I am feeling to what is going on and as I write I am able to cope with the trials that are facing me in that moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stuff I deal with on a regular basis, others come and go. Some of the things I deal with are from the past and I need healing from, some of it’s from an uncertain future. But everything that I write about is coming from a perspective if dealing with whatever it is that is bothering me. I don’t have all the answers, and I may never have them, but I am dealing with them and dealing with who I am in the midst of these trials as best as I can. I am doing my best to be real in the midst of my heart aches and emotional pains. At times you may not understand me and I may annoy you or even upset you, I really don’t mean to an ugly person or a mean spirited person, I am just trying to adjust to so many things in my life. And at times I know I get overwhelmed and come off as distant and insensitive and for that I really do apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the longest time I really tried to be what others wanted to me to be, but I got tired of being what others wanted me to be.  I felt lost under the surface of my own skin and it overwhelmed me. I felt all these overwhelming expectations of how I was to act or what I was supposed to like or to be like placed upon me and the pressure of walking in everyone elses shoes really overwhelmed me to the point of feeling suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt caught, trapped and sucked into a current of despair because I could not be who others wanted me to be.  I am not them and I don’t even think the same way as they do. And it isn't fair for anyone to expect me to live as they do. I had to fight and fight myself within just to make sure I did things the way I was supposed to and it made me numb on the inside, I felt dead.  And because I tried to live as society wanted me to live, I started to really be afraid of who I was underneath it all. And that person underneath everything is a beautiful person. I like who I am when all the walls come down and I am left here as just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand, couldn’t you all see that I was being smothered? I was suffocating as I felt forced to hold onto something that I was not and something so contrary to my nature. I felt like one of those bull riders, trying to hold on for life while my insides were screaming and bucking, kicking and doing everything it could to get the artificial outer person off its back. And the outer person, the one that everyone else saw, the shell that I was becoming, was holding on so tightly, trying to smother the inner person and to subdue it from fear of what others would say and do, but there just is no way to subdue who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I have stopped fighting me and kicked the outer shell off my back, everything that you thought I would be has fallen apart right before your eyes. And as the dust has settled, I am left here in my rawness and vulnerability. I feel everyone’s eyes upon my naked soul and I feel so overwhelmed by it at times. So I stand up as I don’t want to just sit here where everyone can see me openly, and I start to take steps, but each step that I take seems to be just another mistake in your eyes. But what do I do? I can’t be you. And I know that I may fail as me, and fail often, but I know that even though others may look down on me, those same people have others looking down on them to. I can’t be who you want me to be. I don’t want to be that person. I want to be me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel alive as me, and its scary because it feels as if everyone is staring at me, laughing, mocking and rolling their eyes at me as I walk by. I feel like such a disappointment to people, but I love who I am. I like that I have finally gotten that shell off my back and don’t have to fight with it anymore. That doesn’t mean my life is easy, on the contrary, I am in new territory and it scares the living hell out of me most of the time, sigh! I have lost many close relationships because those people loved the shell and not the inner person. :( My heart has been devastated from the loss of close relationships that I had. I really valued them and now they are gone. I am dead in their eyes. I am a loss cause to those whom I once valued and cared for. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that as I continue walking and learning how to live as me, that I will meet new friends along the way, because it’s a lonely road filled with constant obstacles and filled with moments of utter despair. But I feel free, scared but free. I will keep walking until I can find someplace where I belong. I long to belong somewhere because right now I feel so despised and awkward and lost. and so I spend a lot of time alone in my thoughts and I get lost in the loneliness that is buried deep inside of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that I do want to heal. I want to grow and feel and learn how to love in new ways. I want to be loved, not as I was or how I should be, but as I am.  I want people to love me for me because I am me. Is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, these are my thoughts today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15927654-3408009486630181195?l=billscott1974.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/3408009486630181195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/3408009486630181195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billscott1974.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-29-11.html' title='1-29-11'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TUS2bSOBPYI/AAAAAAAAALw/1veeTrb1zZU/s72-c/2011-01-04%2B14.20.43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15927654.post-6740672681097407256</id><published>2011-01-17T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T17:02:10.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>1-17-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TTTjARj7oHI/AAAAAAAAALo/Db8ykid7vwM/s1600/mememememememe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TTTjARj7oHI/AAAAAAAAALo/Db8ykid7vwM/s400/mememememememe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563321033563021426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling off lately. Semi-depressed, but not fully depressed. I cant quite figure out why. All I know is that I have to face these emotions all the time and probably will have to for the rest of my life. At one point in my life, I thought I had all the answers, I was confident, secure and now I am so unfamiliar with those attributes as they flee in the opposite direction of where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day it will be okay again. That's all I want. I don't care what it takes. I just want to be okay again. I have this constant tug-o-war on my insides and I feel like one part of me is fighting another part of me to the point of utter exhaustion. It feels like two people are living inside of me, and they are both one in the same yet very different from each other. They fight against each other instead of lifting each other up and supporting each other. I hate this battle for I fear that one day one part will win and the other will lose, and if that happens, then a part of me will die on the inside. ~Deep breath~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel somber, sad in the depths of my soul, not hopeless, and its not that I am unhappy, I just have this weight inside of me. I know I say it alot, but its so true: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It is really difficult being me.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have a really hard time breathing at times as I feel the war within me choking the life out of me. :( I am overwhelmed in my spirit. This pain inside me just tears me apart at the seams. The more it hurts the harder I cry and the rougher this inward battle gets. I have no refuge from the things within. I can't run from me. I want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is broken into pieces from this inward battle and all that does is wound both sides of me. It creates tormented confusion and causes me to spin in every direction. Gawd!!!! I hate feeling this way. Will someone please make the bad man stop!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15927654-6740672681097407256?l=billscott1974.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/6740672681097407256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/6740672681097407256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billscott1974.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-17-11.html' title='1-17-11'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TTTjARj7oHI/AAAAAAAAALo/Db8ykid7vwM/s72-c/mememememememe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15927654.post-6332283275280896171</id><published>2011-01-13T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T07:55:30.357-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>1/13/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TS8gBIvAamI/AAAAAAAAALg/79Vnu0Dh-E4/s1600/2011-01-04%2B14.14.59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TS8gBIvAamI/AAAAAAAAALg/79Vnu0Dh-E4/s400/2011-01-04%2B14.14.59.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561699268722453090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still feeling down today. I hate that my emotions have so much control over me. It really is hard being me and to carry the burdens that I have to carry and face alone. I would wish what I go through on no one, not even my worst enemy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel trapped in my body and I feel like such a freak. I hate that I have so many demons. they never cease to haunt me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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The static from the TV slowly drowns out between my whimpers and the music playing on my stereo. I realize that no matter what I do, I will never be good enough for you and nothing will ever change that. I am broken. How could you? My self-destruction is YOUR fault and there is nothing you or anyone for that matter can do to stop me from falling apart. Please tell me why you did the things that you did to me? Why did you betray me? Why did you betray my trust in you? You tell me that you love me as you defile my body, is that love? How could you love me if you purposely hurt me? And how is it that you could hate me when all I ever wanted in my life was to be like you. I was deceived. I was naive and you preyed upon my innocence like a predator. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I find myself cowering in a corner in the dark with the music on, as my heart is pounding relentlessly wishing I were anywhere else but here in this place. You seem to take all of your anger and perversion out on me and it breaks me. I honestly would rather rot alone than spend another minute with you, you hurt me and I hate you for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why you did the things you did as you took things to the extremes and poured out your evil upon me. But now years later, I still suffer from all the horrors that you inflicted upon me, with no healing in sight. I can still smell you, even to this day. I can still hear your breath in my ears causing nauseating shivers to run down my spine. I still feel your hands on me and can feel your bites on my body, it makes me cringe. It makes me paranoid as I constantly look over my shoulders because I fear I will see you standing there. I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just stood there gazing upon me in silence while you made me pose for you.  And if I were too loud, you simply raised your finger to your mouth. You then would lay me down and put a pillow over my face to keep me quiet until you were finished using me. Uggggggggg!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shattered my life like a rock shatters glass when it hits it full force. I wanted to run from you but your threats scared me into submission. So I simply laid there with smeared makeup on, forced to listen to you fall asleep while your arms held me in place. Every time you touch me I want to scream, STOP, DON”T TOUCH ME! GET OFF ME!!!! But instead I cower like a wounded animal that is afraid to move. I am nothing. I am less than nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me how beautiful I am you tell me how good I look in the outfits you picked out just for me which only makes me feel uglier. I feel like a monster, like a freak no one could ever love. And even now I can’t get over the pain that you inflicted upon me. I hate you. I can’t sleep at times because I find you there in my nightmares waiting for me. And when I awake, I am so freaked out because of you that I can’t function, so I inwardly begin to numb myself and let my heart die to ease the torments. Will this ever end? Will I ever heal? Will you ever be out of my life permanently? Or am I going to be forced to live out the rest of my life with you haunting me? I hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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So many things have changed yet at the same time, nothing has changed at all. I know everything about me has changed in the last couple of years. I'm definitely not the same person at all. I believe my core being is the same, as well as my humor, drive, passion, integrity, etc. Yet I'm not the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just trying to align my outer person with my inner person, I don't know. I do know that there is a certain element of disappointment when you see yourself one way and yet most see you as totally different. And that makes things so difficult because once they think you are a certain way, you are then put into a box that fits what those people should be and look like. There are then standards placed upon you that these types of people naturally fulfill yet you find so much difficulty reaching these standards. And when you are living in that box, at least in my experience, I find that the box suffocates you, as you feel uncomfortable and depressed because you simply can't be like those next to you. But you try and try only to be met by failure time and time again. And you start to despise those who are in that box with you because you are not like them. You don't even process things as they do, because you think differently. Everyone just thinks you are like them, and in their eyes, cased closed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once you finally figure things out and you know that you don't fit that particular mold, you just cannot tolerate being grouped with those people, not that they are bad people, but you are nothing like them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has been my dilemma and that is why I find myself sitting here a different person than I used to be. The reality is that I'm really not all that different, I really haven't changed at all, all that has happened is that I climbed out of that box that others put me into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find that because I have gotten out of that box, people now look at me and are so uncomfortable because I no longer fit the mold that they perceived me to be. And now they scratch their heads, not only in bewilderment but also in fear. I am now looked upon as someone who deceived everyone when in fact I never put myself in that box, they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did was try to survive as I was placed into something that overwhelmed me. I tried to fit in, I really tried but I'm not those people nor can I be them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a deceiver either. I'm just a person who can no longer live life trying to meet these unreachable and burdensome standards that come naturally for those in that box. If anything, my brutal honesty and openness ought to show you how real I am, and how I'm not deceiving anyone, I'm just being real and vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if getting out of one box is bad enough for those who feel I should be in a particular box, when I point to the box that actually fits who I am, they freak out and don't get it. They still see me as those "other people in that box I was in" and they cannot get their image of who I should be out of their heads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I am partially to blame for that, for not speaking up earlier in life. But in all fairness, I was drowning in the box I was placed in and I was simply trying to survive. I was not strong enough to climb out as I was simply trying to stay afloat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not have it all figured out either. Only now do I know what I am not. I'm still unsure of who I am and who I will become, but I do know the direction. That is all I know. I know the former box is behind me and I'm walking in the direction of the boxes that actually match me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to apologize though. I'm sorry if all this makes you uncomfortable, trust me, take the awkwardness you feel and times it by a thousand then you will have a small taste of what I feel daily. So I apologize, not for who I am; or who I will become, I'm sorry that the process is uncomfortable for you. I know what that feels like, *big sigh* :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, those are my thoughts for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15927654-846264870758257241?l=billscott1974.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/846264870758257241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/846264870758257241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billscott1974.blogspot.com/2010/12/12-28-10.html' title='12-28-10'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TRq2Bj6ElII/AAAAAAAAAK4/yH3uat4-7uY/s72-c/sad-little-fairy-fantasy-Miscellaneous-woman-Cuddly-dark-Art-3D-Good-Morning-%25D0%2590%25D0%259D%25D0%2593%25D0%2595%25D0%259B%25D0%2598-butterfly_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15927654.post-4485378976666156272</id><published>2010-12-27T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:22:01.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>12/27/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TRlUD23uojI/AAAAAAAAAKw/St2ID_q6FaI/s1600/Sad_woman_in_dark_by_enpichan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TRlUD23uojI/AAAAAAAAAKw/St2ID_q6FaI/s400/Sad_woman_in_dark_by_enpichan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555564040583815730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quiet in my house, I am not used to it. It makes things eerie to me. I don't like the quietness, I mean I do, its a nice break from all the hectic-ness that I experience on a daily basis, but I am really not used to this quietness and I do not know how to handle it. It makes me feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was uneventful but it feels as if there is a calm before the storm and it has me feeling uneasy and unsure of things. I hate feeling those feelings that you can't really figure out, "Sigh"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is amazing. I never thought I would be able to say that, yet I can say that with all integrity. She loves me and supports me. She really is an awesome person and I am grateful that I have the kind of relationship that I do have with her. It's just nice not having to put up any sort of front with her. I can just be me and she loves me as I am, not as I should be, "who decides that anyways?" People have all these expectations of who others should or should not be, but my mom, she just loves me as I am, no matter what that looks like. It's nice! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are away for a week. I still find it so interesting to look at how fast my relationship with their grandparents has deteriorated. For the longest time I considered them my parents. I really respected and cherished them. I just never realized how much things would change. I thought the bonds we had were bonds that would last a life time, how I was wrong. Everything is so superficial these days. and they never had the bonds with me that I thought they had. When they do have the courage to come over to get the kids, they seriously rush so fast to get out of my presence, its sorta humorous, yet its really heart breaking. :( They are so uncomfortable around me. I wont bite, "deep breath" I am just sad I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least my mom loves me. She is one of the few people in my life that hasn't turned against me. I love my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15927654-6763858090470364706?l=billscott1974.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/6763858090470364706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/6763858090470364706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billscott1974.blogspot.com/2010/11/11-26-10.html' title='11-26-10'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TPB6wV85ZYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ieKrFnegMWc/s72-c/619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15927654.post-7372508899335044363</id><published>2010-11-21T12:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T12:18:41.011-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>journal 11/21/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TOl-d1opC7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tLSvbDcl9UA/s1600/SharkGirly1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TOl-d1opC7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tLSvbDcl9UA/s320/SharkGirly1024x768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542099867534953394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sore today. Sarah and I were raking leaves yesterday and doing yard work, and now I pay the price, OWWWW! I also transplanted about 5 pine trees that had sprouted in my yard over the last couple of years. I think they will lool pretty nice where I placed them, well, as long as they live and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might snow tonight, I am so happy....yaaaay! I love snow, but hopefully this year wont be as bad as it was a few years ago when the city shut down for almost a week, that was lame-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a good day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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That has been my life over the last few weeks. I have felt so overwhelmed and it has taken it's toll on me. So much so that I shaved my head just to prove a point to the world that I am still me. I don't know what it is or why I feel like I have to always defend who I am or who I am not. I am overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I shaved my head for a few reasons. For starters, I know that when people in the Bible would grieve often times they would shave their head as a symbol of their grieve. And I am grieving. Yesterday was the 36th anniversary of my dad's death. He was 24 years old when a 14 year old kid shot him. My dad was taken to the hospital and died a few weeks later while he was in intensive care, or at least that is what I am told....if I have my story correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not grieving the death of my dad in the traditional sense because I did not know him nor was I close to him. On the contrary, I was only 8 months old when he was murdered. But, I grieve the life I may have had if he had lived. Maybe I would not have had all the abuse I had as a kid. Maybe I would have had more, I don't know, but I am pretty sure I would not have been sexually assaulted over and over again as a child had my dad been alive. My mom would not have been on drugs when I was growing up, at least not to the extent that she was. Well, I don't know if she would or not, but there is a chance that I would not have the demons that still chase me in my nightmares because my dad was killed. Maybe he would have stopped the molestation I went through, maybe he would not have known, I don't know, but I am grieving and I am upset. Mostly, I am just overwhelmed. So yeah, I shaved my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also shaved to prove to people that I am still me. There is more to me than just one little element. I am not identified as one thing only. I am so much more than just one thing. My identity is not in my hair or in any other one thing. I have more depth than that and so I shaved my head. I loved my hair but I shaved it to prove a point. But then I cried after I shaved it. Because my hair is a big part of my identity, so it hurt to let it go, but its not my only identity so I know I can move on and wait for it to grow back. So its really painful for me on an emotional level to have a shaved head at this point in my life, I just wanted to prove that though my hair is a HUGE part of me, its not the only thing that defines me as a person. Though I look different without hair, I am still recognizable by the other features that my body has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,I look different now. And if you saw me last week with my longer red and black hair then saw me now, you would know there were some changes that I have made to my appearance, but I would be recognizable. Though I may look different and though you may like or hate how I look with or without hair, I am still the same person. And changing the outer appearances by shaving my head does not change the inner person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, there you have it, *big sigh*, I did this to prove a point. I am still me, no matter what I look like. I am still me. I have the same feelings, I love the same way I always have. I am still me. Why is that so hard for people to see? Is the external person more important that the inner person? Is that what we are to teach our children? I just don't get it. I think the inner person is far more important than the outer and if someone wants to look their best in a way that works for them, why is that such a big deal? Anyways, so yeah, those are my thoughts for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15927654-7967846518554970686?l=billscott1974.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/7967846518554970686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/7967846518554970686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billscott1974.blogspot.com/2010/11/journal-111610.html' title='Journal 11/16/10'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15927654.post-1286649932009478571</id><published>2010-11-16T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T07:42:04.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Journal 11-16-10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TOKmRcFR4yI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7Wbwleoh7Ts/s1600/sad_eyes_dark_art_poster-p228982074558494377tdcp_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TOKmRcFR4yI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7Wbwleoh7Ts/s320/sad_eyes_dark_art_poster-p228982074558494377tdcp_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540173310145454882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a hard time this morning. Sometimes it really is hard dealing with the feelings that people have about me. I mean, most of the time after the initial shock of how people react when they spew their venom at me, most of the time I can deal with it and move on. But there are times when i find it more difficult and it saddens my heart. I will get over these feelings, life is just to short to dwell on them for too long and I really don't want to get into that depression thing I had a few years ago or so when I wanted to die. so dwelling on negative feelings for too long is not an option for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I mean or what I want to say. I really just wish I didn't have to carry the burdens that I carry. I don't think it's fun, on the contrary, I freak out most of the time and haven't learned how to adjust to my feelings when they flood me like they tend to do. Its not like it used to be, I really do feel like I have a handle on things, I guess I just want to express that its hard to be me. That is what it comes down to. It's very hard to walk in this life as me. That's the bottom line. My road in life will be a hard one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15927654-1286649932009478571?l=billscott1974.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/1286649932009478571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/1286649932009478571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billscott1974.blogspot.com/2010/11/journal-11-16-10.html' title='Journal 11-16-10'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TOKmRcFR4yI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7Wbwleoh7Ts/s72-c/sad_eyes_dark_art_poster-p228982074558494377tdcp_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15927654.post-5064290473723698316</id><published>2010-11-09T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T09:11:41.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Journal 11/9/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TNrSQyba-9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/tIXnqwb73UM/s1600/emo_depressed-13047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 92px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TNrSQyba-9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/tIXnqwb73UM/s320/emo_depressed-13047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537969877661973458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm overwhelmed today.  Sometimes its so difficult being me....I have so much turmoil internally and even more externally as well because of how people view me. Sometimes the persecution and prejudice I experience for just being who I am is so heart breaking. Sometimes I wish I had the words to articulate the things I feel and experience on a day to day basis. Its pretty brutal and makes me cry more than I ever wished I did. But that is the daily price I get to pay. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15927654-5064290473723698316?l=billscott1974.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/5064290473723698316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/5064290473723698316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billscott1974.blogspot.com/2010/11/journal-11910.html' title='Journal 11/9/10'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TNrSQyba-9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/tIXnqwb73UM/s72-c/emo_depressed-13047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15927654.post-5403180790569613682</id><published>2010-11-01T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T07:08:14.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Journal 11/1/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TM-Wzj9HizI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4Mf56GyzgBQ/s1600/cefc78f5c9e6260d999865c17b231af7_20090923194737_510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TM-Wzj9HizI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4Mf56GyzgBQ/s320/cefc78f5c9e6260d999865c17b231af7_20090923194737_510.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534808279630711602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I take this pain that torments me? No matter where I go it never leaves my side. If you were to tear me open, you would see the pain and suffering that lives deep within the depths of my being. I am tormented. So I run and run. I mean, isn’t that what you are supposed to do? That is what I did for years and years. Because I found it to be easier to run away from the pain that was within me than to face it head on. It was easier to numb the pain than deal with it. It's so much easier to go away than face all this pain here all alone. And I was slowly dying. I was killing the very parts of me that I wanted to preserve, and I didn’t even know it. I feel as if something has been taken from deep inside of me and has been put on display for the world to dissect.  This secret I've kept locked away for so long seems to find its way into the hands of those who hate me. I am talking about wounds so deep, that they never show. Yet at the same time, they never go away.  It has been my lot for most of my life. And If I could change and take back the pain I have experienced over the years I would. I would seriously retrace every wrong move that I have ever made and change it. But I can’t. And if I could take all of my shame to the grave I would do that in an instant. I hate that other people who know what I have been through, I hate that they try to use that against me at times as if it were my fault that I was a victim as a child. I am hurt. I wasn’t the one who hurt people, I was the one who was hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes as I remember the darkness of my past and all that I endured, as I start reminiscing on the old memories that I really wish I had never experienced, I sit there sobbing and wishing I never felt the things I felt or experienced the things I experienced. And instead of letting go, I would try to bury it deep inside and feed the pain that was already living inside of me. I never wanted to move forward with being who I am because I was so terrified of my past haunting, that in some weird way; I felt that if I didn’t move forward then I would not be able to create a past and without a past I will never hurt again. I would never have a past to haunt me. I would never have to look back again and sob in horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried washing away who I was.  I started washing away who I felt I was inside, which made me feel misplaced, because I had to pretend to be someone I wasn’t. I felt helpless, scared and defeated all the time.  It was not a good place to be. And it sucked. It still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am trying to figure all this crap out. I thought I had it all dialed in, I thought I had everything worked out. But guess what? I didn’t have it worked out. These demons seem to follow me around like some sort of black cloud that looms over my head. And it has taken its toll on me. I can’t continue living like I have been living, where I just push aside my feelings for the sake of other people who hate me anyways. Screw them. They are not worth my time and I can’t believe that I wasted all these tears that I have shed and all the stress that I have felt on people who are not worthy of that kind of respect. They hurt me, and they could care less about what I feel or what I have gone through and for me to get stressed out over their discomfort of how I am, pfft.  I can’t live for them. I won’t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t live for them, so I have decided that starting today, I am breaking out of the bonds that have held me down for so long and I am going to face these demons that have haunted me because I have had enough. I am tired of this and I am fed up with people telling me how I am to live my life. It’s not their life to live. So starting right now, I will put my life together the way that I want it put together. It is my decision to be me, I am doing this for me because honestly, I like who I am. I am a decent person who has a lot to offer people. I've been put through hell,  and I feel like those who I loved, those who I thought loved me, I feel like all they do is lift their middle finger and wave it at me. It hurts. So screw them! I will be me, and they can deal with it. I don’t know how to be anyone else, and I don’t want to be them, so I am left with me. And you know what? That’s okay because I am fun and passionate and have a lot of love and devotion to give to the right people. So if you choose to stay in my life, then GREAT, I would love that, but don’t expect me to live any other way than me simply being me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15927654-5403180790569613682?l=billscott1974.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/5403180790569613682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/5403180790569613682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billscott1974.blogspot.com/2010/11/where-can-i-take-this-pain-that.html' title='Journal 11/1/10'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TM-Wzj9HizI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4Mf56GyzgBQ/s72-c/cefc78f5c9e6260d999865c17b231af7_20090923194737_510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15927654.post-4657670134985857912</id><published>2010-10-31T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:37:17.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Journal 10-31-10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TM5RrIF0IyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dKzz3PG1-og/s1600/depression.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TM5RrIF0IyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dKzz3PG1-og/s320/depression.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534450793433015074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been an emotional week or two. It sucks when people you care about don't care about you. That is a hard reality to take in and adjust to, but its life. It just sucks feeling rejected. But what do I know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15927654-1050728650280290816?l=billscott1974.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/1050728650280290816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/1050728650280290816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billscott1974.blogspot.com/2010/10/sealed-in-blood_06.html' title='Sealed in Blood'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TMI3yAGqE9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/QhAbOQIsvho/s72-c/sadness_by_rockthenations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15927654.post-7727324314908331055</id><published>2010-10-22T18:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T18:52:56.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Journal 10/22/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TMI5d-a_qKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/r22lFPWQcG4/s1600/Edenshade+-+The+Lesson+Betrayed+-+2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3EHAx6bP4ds/TMI5d-a_qKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/r22lFPWQcG4/s320/Edenshade+-+The+Lesson+Betrayed+-+2006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531046479499602082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my life is under the microscope from disapproving people and its overwhelming. I just wish that those who don't agree with me or the way I raise my family or the way I choose to do the things that I do, I wish they would just leave me alone and leave their judgmental thoughts to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am being watched and no matter what I do I will never meet your standards. I feel as if you only see things the way you want to see them. Yet everything you do you can justify. You think I am the confused one, how do you do it? How can you sit there and openly come against me when you are no better? In your mind, I am blind, and of course you are right all of the time. There is nothing I can say or do that will change the way you see things so why should I bother. I am not who you are and I never will be, should I be sorry for that? Well I am not sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I can't do anything right in your eyes. I feel like you just want to pounce on me, on my every move just so you can find something that you disagree with. Go ahead, kick me when I am down, if that is what it takes to make you feel better, then do that. I can't be like you. And I really don't want to either. I will never be good enough for you. I can bear my soul and lay all that I am out on the table and it's still not going to be enough, so I give up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me what it feels like to be in your shoes. I want to know what sensations you feel as you walk over people like me the way that you do. Your words are hurtful and I sit here waiting for you to take me down again. I mean, I know that you are perfect and that I am the only person on this planet that has issues. I am hurt. You try to cage me like I am some wounded animal and I am hurt. Just go your way and I will go mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this is the turmoil that I get to feel when you come against me the way that you do. I hate feeling this way. I hate crying as much as you have made me cry. I hate that I have given you this much power over my state of mind. I do not belong to you and I am not going to give you the power that you have tried to take. My family and I have moved on, its time for you to do the same. Leave me, my kids and my girlfriend alone. Leave all my family alone, leave my siblings alone and leave anyone that I am associated with alone! Go bug someone else, I don't have time for your judgmental disapproval on how I should live and breathe to meet your standards. I can't meet them, nor do I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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I am not sure where I am going with this journal entry, but at least I am writing on a day when things don't feel like they are pushing in against me and crushing me under their weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sick for about a week. I went to church and this guy sits behind me and sneezes on me, and I was like, ewwwwwww that was gross. Then he sneezes like 10 more times and I am so grossed out that I move my seat to the other side of the church to get away from him. And the next thing you know, I am sick and have had this mans cold for a week now. I even missed work yesterday because I felt like death rolled right over me and I simply needed to get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better today. The kids are doing well and Sarah is Amazing. I have a blessed life and I am so happy to be where I am in this season in my life. I really do love my life. My job is good, my family life is good, I don't have alot of friends, but the ones that I do have are solid friends who are as devoted to me as much as I am to them. Things are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dark season for such a long time in my life, and I still have hauntings from my childhood. Every time I hear something on the news about a kid that is being abused or when I hear about some predator on the loose, it takes me back to that horrible place when I was a kid....its still hard for me to cope with those monsters that haunted me for all those years when I was just a kid. I still find myself sobbing at times and cowering in a corner. I can still smell the stench of those horrible monsters at times and it is wearisome. But I have been able to manage things better now. Its still very hard to be me, but I am able to find joy in the little things when these feelings of despair come in to haunt me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wish I were able to trust people more, but I just cant. You can't live the hell that I lived and walk away from it untarnished. When you go through the things that I have, it changes everything about you. It changes the very fiber of who you were going to be and it sends you on a different course that is nothing like what it could have been had you never experienced the pain and horrors that were experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the same person that I was and for the longest time, pretty much my entire life, I was afraid to face these demons in my life and I ran from them. I ran from me. But these days, things are different. I no longer run from these demons. I am facing them, they still scare the hell out of me and shake me to my core, but I am facing them. And I am no longer running from me, I am now embracing who I am and who I have become because of my experiences. And I am finding more and more that I really like who I am, and who I am becoming. I don't know what this new phase in my journey will look like, but I am not afraid to just be me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I will battle this all the time. I will go back and forth and be wishy washy because as I am becoming more and more comfortable with who I am, it makes me more vulnerable. What I mean is that in order for me to just be me, I have to become vulnerable and when that happens, then the chances of me getting hurt again are real and that scares me, but I cant run from me anymore. No matter what happens, no matter how far I run, I am still with me, so now, instead of running, I am embracing and learning to love that person who I ran from since I was a child. Because that person is an amazing person. So I am embracing me and no longer running from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the bottom line is that I am happy and I am looking forward to discovering who I am. I have a solid support group and they help carry me when I need it. But most of the time they are just holding my hand as I continue to discover who I am and how I fit in this thing called life. Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15927654-5188549600123728280?l=billscott1974.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/5188549600123728280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/5188549600123728280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billscott1974.blogspot.com/2009/01/journal-11909.html' title='Journal 1/19/09'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15927654.post-6797930408188309811</id><published>2008-12-19T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:26:27.179-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>journal 12-19-08</title><content type='html'>As the year draws to a close, I cant help but feel the pain of the unexpected that has happened. Could things have been worse this year? Probably, but as the old &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Oregon&lt;/span&gt; saying goes, "it is what it is!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its time to just deal with the hand that has been dealt. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15927654-6797930408188309811?l=billscott1974.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/6797930408188309811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/6797930408188309811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billscott1974.blogspot.com/2008/12/journal-12-19-08.html' title='journal 12-19-08'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15927654.post-8891719754188811373</id><published>2008-12-04T13:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:37:19.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Journal 12/4/08</title><content type='html'>Its time for another break on life. I am so burned out. See ya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15927654-6011662329297767227?l=billscott1974.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/6011662329297767227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/6011662329297767227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billscott1974.blogspot.com/2008/11/journal-112608.html' title='Journal 11/26/08'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15927654.post-1606460387259667598</id><published>2008-11-12T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:11:17.341-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Poems'/><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>This is just a poem I wrote, dont read too much into it.....lol, its just a poem. I am not telling my friends to not call me, lol. I just wrote a poem only. Bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired. I am weak, I am overwhelmed and want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I feel dead, I want to cry, I wish I could be alone and die&lt;br /&gt;All this pain, all this hurt, fills my life, I feel like dirt&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t care, I am depressed, I will live on, in my distress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People lie, they say they care, but their actions only cause despair.&lt;br /&gt;And though I try to do what’s right, I always fail them in their sight.&lt;br /&gt;I just cant, live for them, its to draining, as they condemn&lt;br /&gt;So I will simply take a break, don’t bother me, for its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone, I done with all. Don’t bother me, and please don’t call.&lt;br /&gt;I will live without you all, you have hurt me, there’s now a wall.&lt;br /&gt;Its up high and built of stone, its purpose is for you, to leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired, I am weak, I am overwhelmed and want to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15927654-1068456362139209309?l=billscott1974.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/1068456362139209309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/1068456362139209309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billscott1974.blogspot.com/2008/02/journal-2-25-08.html' title='Journal 2-25-08'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15927654.post-9186342367151988611</id><published>2008-02-24T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T00:05:51.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How it all started.</title><content type='html'>This is the story of events that led me to the day when I came face to face with God's everlasting love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 17 years old, and my cousin asked me if I would like to go to camp for a week. I said sure, but how much is it? He told me that it was about $250.00. I told him, that I didn't have that kind of money. So he offered to pay for me. But as the time grew closer to going, I didn't want to go. I tried what any other 17-year-old person would do, I tried to convince my brother to go. My mom told me that I had to go, because my cousin had already paid my way. I don't remember much about the week at camp, but I do remember one night. I remember it very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Wednesday, August 20th, 1991. We had church that night just like every other night. But this time the service was about the end times. It started out with music. The worship team played a song called "Billy waited to long". It was about a guy named Billy who rejected God &amp;amp; died, he waited to long. Well, the fact that my name is Billy, lets just say that it got my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speaker then spoke about the end times. He would read from the bible &amp;amp; then read the fulfillment of the prophecy from newspapers, from Time magazine.  As he was sharing, a bat flew into the building. The speaker stopped &amp;amp; said that this was Satan trying to distract us, then he led us in prayer. My cousin said that last year the power went out &amp;amp; they had to wait in the dark for a few minutes before the generators turned on.  After his prayer, the speaker said, "If you are a believer, then I want you to leave the building quietly. If you would like to ask Jesus to be your Lord &amp;amp; Savior, then stay where you are. If you want to rededicate your life to Him, then you stay too." (That was totally the Lord, because I would have never gone forward). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone left, except for the counselors &amp;amp; those who wanted to be saved, including myself.  The counselor told me that we needed to pray. I said, cool. He asked me if I wated to go first, to which I told him that I did not want to pray out loud, I didn't know how to pray &amp;amp; I didn't want to make a fool of myself.  He said that he would lead me in a prayer &amp;amp; I should follow him in it, I figured I could handle that. When we finished I went back to the cabin. Mind you, the whole week, someone was always in there. But this night it was empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed on the top bunk bed and started asking God, &lt;em&gt;Why would you want me? I cuss, I party, I sleep with my girlfriend &amp;amp; I smoke, why would you want me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my cousin’s bible (he had given it to me); it was all marked up &amp;amp; had papers in it.  I also asked the Lord, "&lt;em&gt;Please don’t let anyone come in here &amp;amp; see me when I'm emotional."&lt;/em&gt; As I was getting back on my bed (had to use the bathroom), I asked God again, "&lt;em&gt;Why would you want me?"&lt;/em&gt; Just then a paper fell out of the bible. It read, " I love you very, very, very, very, very much", that was it for me, I was crying &amp;amp; I told God, "I believe you. I give you my life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s how I met Jesus. Do you know what is cool? God answered my little prayer, and no one came into the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, when people ask me how did I find God? I tell them, I didn't. I tell them that God was never lost, I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He found me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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The meaning of proper names can be a difficult pursuit since direct translations are not readily available.  Many study aids, such as conventional lexicons, can prove superficial when dealing with proper names.   Even a conventional Hebrew lexicon can prove disappointing.  A study of the original roots, however, can yield some fascinating insights.  (It should be recognized, however, that the views concerning the meaning and significance of the original roots are not free of controversy and are subject to variant readings.  This is why we receive so many questions or comments on variations.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first name, &lt;a href="javascript:void(window.open(" toolbar="no,location=no,status=no,directories=no,menubar=no,scrolling=auto,scrollbars=auto,width=145,height=109,resize=no'))&amp;quot;"&gt;Adam&lt;/a&gt;, comes from adomah, and means "man."  As the first man, that seems straightforward enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam's son was named &lt;a href="javascript:void(window.open(" toolbar="no,location=no,status=no,directories=no,menubar=no,scrolling=auto,scrollbars=auto,width=145,height=138,resize=no'))&amp;quot;"&gt;Seth&lt;/a&gt;, which means "appointed."  When he was born Eve said, "For God hath appointed me another seed instead of Abel, whom Cain slew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth's son was called &lt;a href="javascript:void(window.open(" toolbar="no,location=no,status=no,directories=no,menubar=no,scrolling=auto,scrollbars=auto,width=146,height=106,resize=no'))&amp;quot;"&gt;Enosh&lt;/a&gt;, which means "mortal," "frail," or "miserable."  It is from the root anash: to be incurable; used of a wound, grief, woe, sickness, or wickedness.  (It was in the days of Enosh that men began to defile the name of the Living God.&lt;a href="http://www.khouse.org/articles/2000/284/print/#notes#notes"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enosh's son was named &lt;a href="javascript:void(window.open(" toolbar="no,location=no,status=no,directories=no,menubar=no,scrolling=auto,scrollbars=auto,width=145,height=106,resize=no'))&amp;quot;"&gt;Kenan&lt;/a&gt;, from which can mean "sorrow," dirge," or "elegy."  (The precise denotation is somewhat elusive; some study aids unfortunately presume an Aramaic root synonymous with "Cainan.")  Balaam, looking down from the heights of Moab, employed a pun upon the name of the Kenites when he prophesied their destruction.&lt;a href="http://www.khouse.org/articles/2000/284/print/#notes#notes"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahalalel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenan's son was Mahalalel, from &lt;a href="javascript:void(window.open(" toolbar="no,location=no,status=no,directories=no,menubar=no,scrolling=auto,scrollbars=auto,width=165,height=105,resize=no'))&amp;quot;"&gt;mahalal&lt;/a&gt;, which means "blessed" or "praise"; and &lt;a href="javascript:void(window.open(" toolbar="no,location=no,status=no,directories=no,menubar=no,scrolling=auto,scrollbars=auto,width=120,height=109,resize=no'))&amp;quot;"&gt;El&lt;/a&gt;, the name for God.  Thus, Mahalalel means "the Blessed God."  Often Hebrew names included El, the name of God, as Dani-el, "God is my Judge," Nathani-el, "Gift of God," etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahalalel's son was named &lt;a href="javascript:void(window.open(" toolbar="no,location=no,status=no,directories=no,menubar=no,scrolling=auto,scrollbars=auto,width=121,height=104,resize=no'))&amp;quot;"&gt;Jared&lt;/a&gt;, from the verb yaradh, meaning "shall come down."  Some authorities suggest that this might have been an allusion to the "Sons of God" who "came down" to corrupt the daughters of men, resulting in the Nephilim ("Fallen Ones") of Genesis 6.&lt;a href="http://www.khouse.org/articles/2000/284/print/#notes#notes"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enoch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared's son was named &lt;a href="javascript:void(window.open(" toolbar="no,location=no,status=no,directories=no,menubar=no,scrolling=auto,scrollbars=auto,width=148,height=102,resize=no'))&amp;quot;"&gt;Enoch&lt;/a&gt;, which means "teaching," or "commencement."  He was the first of four generations of preachers.  In fact, the earliest recorded prophecy was by Enoch, which amazingly enough deals with the Second Coming of Christ.&lt;a href="http://www.khouse.org/articles/2000/284/print/#notes#notes"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Methuselah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flood of Noah did not come as a surprise.  It had been preached on for four generations.  But something strange happened when Enoch was 65, from which time "he walked with God."  Enoch was given a prophecy that as long as his son was alive, the judgment of the flood would be withheld; but as soon as he died, the flood would be sent forth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enoch named his son to reflect this prophecy.  The name Methuselah comes from two roots: &lt;a href="javascript:void(window.open(" toolbar="no,location=no,status=no,directories=no,menubar=no,scrolling=auto,scrollbars=auto,width=150,height=87,resize=no'))&amp;quot;"&gt;muth&lt;/a&gt;, a root that means "death"&lt;a href="http://www.khouse.org/articles/2000/284/print/#notes#notes"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt; ; and from &lt;a href="javascript:void(window.open(" toolbar="no,location=no,status=no,directories=no,menubar=no,scrolling=auto,scrollbars=auto,width=150,height=90,resize=no'))&amp;quot;"&gt;shalach&lt;/a&gt;, which means "to bring," or "to send forth."  Thus, the name Methuselah signifies, "his death shall bring."&lt;a href="http://www.khouse.org/articles/2000/284/print/#notes#notes"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, indeed, in the year that Methuselah died, the flood came.   Methuselah was 187 when he had Lamech, and lived 782 years more.  Lamech had Noah when he was 182.&lt;a href="http://www.khouse.org/articles/2000/284/print/#notes#notes"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt;   The Flood came in Noah's 600th year.&lt;a href="http://www.khouse.org/articles/2000/284/print/#notes#notes"&gt;8&lt;/a&gt;   187 + 182 + 600 = 969, Methuselah's age when he died.&lt;a href="http://www.khouse.org/articles/2000/284/print/#notes#notes"&gt;9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting that Methuselah's life was, in effect, a symbol of God's mercy in forestalling the coming judgment of the flood.  It is therefore fitting that his lifetime is the oldest in the Bible, symbolizing the extreme extensiveness of God's mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Methuselah's son was named &lt;a href="javascript:void(window.open(" toolbar="no,location=no,status=no,directories=no,menubar=no,scrolling=auto,scrollbars=auto,width=151,height=119,resize=no'))&amp;quot;"&gt;Lamech&lt;/a&gt;, a root still evident today in our own English word, "lament" or "lamentation."  Lamech suggests "despairing."  (This name is also linked to the Lamech in Cain's line who inadvertently killed his son Tubal-Cain in a hunting incident. &lt;a href="http://www.khouse.org/articles/2000/284/print/#notes#notes"&gt;10&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamech, of course, is the father of &lt;a href="javascript:void(window.open(" toolbar="no,location=no,status=no,directories=no,menubar=no,scrolling=auto,scrollbars=auto,width=131,height=96,resize=no'))&amp;quot;"&gt;Noah&lt;/a&gt;, which is derived from nacham , "to bring relief" or "comfort," as Lamech himself explains. &lt;a href="http://www.khouse.org/articles/2000/284/print/#notes#notes"&gt;11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Composite List&lt;br /&gt;Hebrew &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam - Man&lt;br /&gt;Seth - Appointed&lt;br /&gt;Enosh - Mortal&lt;br /&gt;Kenan - Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Mahalalel - The Blessed God&lt;br /&gt;Jared - Shall come down&lt;br /&gt;Enoch - Teaching&lt;br /&gt;Methuselah - His death shall bring&lt;br /&gt;Lamech - The despairing&lt;br /&gt;Noah - Rest, or comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the meaning of the names in plain English:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man apponted mortal sorrow, The blessed God shall come down teaching his death shall bring the desparing comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a summary of God's plan of redemption, hidden here within a genealogy in Genesis!  You will never convince me that a group of Jewish rabbis deliberately "contrived" to hide the "Christian Gospel" right here in a genealogy within their venerated Torah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidences of Design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The implications of this discovery are far more deeply significant than may be evident at first glance.  It demonstrates that in the earliest chapters of the Book of Genesis, God had already laid out His plan of redemption for the predicament of mankind.  It is the beginning of a love story, ultimately written in blood on a wooden cross which was erected in Judea almost 2,000 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also one of many evidences that the Bible is an integrated message system, the product of supernatural engineering.  This punctures the presumptions of many who view the Bible as a record of an evolving cultural tradition, noble though it may be.  It claims to be authored by the One who alone knows the end from the beginning,&lt;a href="http://www.khouse.org/articles/2000/284/print/#notes#notes"&gt;12&lt;/a&gt;  despite the fact that it is composed of 66 separate books, penned by some 40 authors, spanning several thousand years.&lt;a href="http://www.khouse.org/articles/2000/284/print/#notes#notes"&gt;13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15927654-7875924490701248792?l=billscott1974.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/7875924490701248792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/7875924490701248792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billscott1974.blogspot.com/2008/02/interesting-study-chuck-missler.html' title='Interesting Study - Chuck Missler'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15927654.post-3764721118406129776</id><published>2008-01-23T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:39:22.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Journal 1/23/08</title><content type='html'>Death – no one escapes it. One out of one will die and it is always a tragedy when it happens to someone you know or admire. Yet we fail to realize the seriousness of the frailty of life and the seriousness of the afterlife. If we have not given our lives to Jesus the reality is that we will be in a very harsh reality and wake up call when we die. Oh my heart is broken for those who die without knowing the only One who can save them from Hell. Oh the depths of regret one will have on that day when they take their last breath if they have not given themselves to the One who loves them with a passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even begin to imagine what the horror would be like if I were to close my eyes for the last time only to open them up in a place of torments. To go from living out the American dream to weeping and gnashing my teeth would be so tragic, yet that is the reality for many, many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will we Christians wake up to this reality and start sharing the life giving good news? When will we lose our fear of rejection and start pouring out our lives in reaching the lost before its too late for them? I have the same fear as all of you, but life is to frail and one minute we are here thinking we will live forever and the next minute our time is up and we are in eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear and feel the heart of God weeping over those who reject him. I can hear the sobs of God over those who choose to ignore his pleading. His heart is broken over the death of the those who refuse to deal with the reality of what awaits in the afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus has done everything that is possible to be with us. He gave everything, he gave his life away for us; just to be with us. Time is running out, we MUST get outside of the four walls of the church and start sharing this reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every 1.5 seconds someone enters eternity, and that someone could be someone you know personally. What will you do with the time allotted to you? Will you love that person enough to warn them of what’s to come? Or will you cave into your fear and refuse to warn them? You were created in this time and age to reach your generation. What you do with this time is up to you, please use it wisely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15927654-3764721118406129776?l=billscott1974.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/3764721118406129776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15927654/posts/default/3764721118406129776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billscott1974.blogspot.com/2008/01/journal-12308.html' title='Journal 1/23/08'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15927654.post-7947334049746406315</id><published>2008-01-15T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T08:22:58.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romans 9:1-5 - A Heart for the Lost</title><content type='html'>I taught this to the high school kids this last Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 9:1-5&lt;br /&gt;(A heart for the lost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“1 I tell the truth in Christ, I am not lying, my conscience also bearing me witness in the Holy Spirit, 2 that I have great sorrow and continual grief in my heart. 3 For I could wish that I myself were accursed from Christ for my brethren, my countrymen according to the flesh, 4 who are Israelites, to whom pertain the adoption, the glory, the covenants, the giving of the law, the service of God, and the promises; 5 of whom are the fathers and from whom, according to the flesh, Christ came, who is over all, the eternally blessed God. Amen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s pick it up in verse two. “that I have great sorrow &amp;amp; continual grief in my heart…” The word “Great Sorrow” is used for people who mourn. All throughout the gospels it is used for people who mourn. It’s amazing to me that Paul had this heart that was inwardly mourning. He felt as though he had lost a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if you have ever lost a loved one, but I have. And when Paul uses a word here that describes mourning &amp;amp; great sorrow, I say, Paul you are crazy. Because I understand mourning, I have been there. I understand the depths of the pain that even crying can't relieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember many sleepless nights filled with the terror of grief for my son. I can remember not even being able to function properly. I had no one to talk to, my life was completely torn apart. I felt as though something inside of me had died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember the 1st day that I lost my oldest son. I was young &amp;amp; naive. My sons mother &amp;amp; I were living together with her parents &amp;amp; we were having a hard time with her mother. I had become a believer &amp;amp; her family really wanted nothing more to do with me. I thought that it was only her mother that was thinking that way, I had no clue that my sons mother thought that way also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got into an argument with my ex-girlfriends mother &amp;amp; my ex asked me if we could go to Arizona for a while to get away. It was about 10:00PM &amp;amp; I asked her how did she expect us to get there because we had no money. She told me to call my grandmother &amp;amp; see if I could borrow $100 dollars. So I called &amp;amp; asked my grandmother for money &amp;amp; she said yes, she could tell something was wrong, because I wouldn’t tell her what I needed the money for. I just told her that it was an emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we lived &amp;amp; where my grandmother lived had about a 60 mile gap between the two cities. My ex told me to drop her off at the house &amp;amp; she would pack up while I get the money. So I took her home &amp;amp; I did about ninety miles an hour to get to my grandma’s house. She loaned me the money, it was around 11:00PM when I had got there &amp;amp; I raced back to get my son &amp;amp; my ex. When I got back to the house around midnight, they were all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were gone. The locks had been changed in those two hours that I was gone &amp;amp; my son was gone. I called my grandmother collect at 12:30AM that night. She didn’t even know who I was. I was sobbing so hard that I could not even talk. It took all that I could to muster up the strength to get my name out to her in a way that she could comprehend. I was mourning. I had lost my one &amp;amp; only son. My grandmother talked me into driving back to her house &amp;amp; stay with her there. That was 13 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Paul says, “that he has great sorrow &amp;amp; continual grief in his heart”, that hits home with me. Because I understand mourning &amp;amp; I have been there. I understand the anguish within the heart. All you can do is fall to the ground &amp;amp; convulsively sob &amp;amp; groan &amp;amp; shake. That is all you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Paul says here, “I have great sorrow, there is mourning in my heart. Not only is there great sorrow in my heart, but there is also continual grief &amp;amp; unceasing torment afflicting my soul.” Now if I were to read this verse only as Paul is saying that he has continual sorrow &amp;amp; unceasing grief &amp;amp; torment. I would be tempted to come up to Paul &amp;amp; ask him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What happened to you? Was it your wife who left you because you were a Christian? Is that what is causing you all of this heart ache? Did your dad die? Are you experiencing financial burdens? Is this sorrow from the persecution that you are receiving from being a believer? What is it Paul?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul says, “No, it’s not any of those things. Those things don’t bother me. This is something that is way worse than all of those combined.” Look at what he says, Romans 9:3 – “3 For I could wish that I myself were accursed from Christ for my brethren, my countrymen according to the flesh.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was it that caused Paul to have great sorrow &amp;amp; mourning in his heart? It was the fact that his fellow Hebrews were going to Hell. It drove Paul nuts. The only way that Paul could express the anguish of his soul was through convulsing sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there is something that we need to understand. Paul says that his sorrow &amp;amp; grief are for his countrymen. The Jews were not nice to Paul. In fact, the Jews were the cause of the majority of Paul’s problems. By this time in Paul’s life, these guys had whipped him 195 times. He received 195 lashings on his back by his countrymen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you imagine mourning for a group of people who were responsible of tearing your back to shreds by whipping you 195 times? These guys would follow Paul around wherever Paul would go &amp;amp; start riots &amp;amp; mobs. They would attack him. Can you imagine having a heart for someone like that. All these people wanted to do was kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blows me away. “Paul says that he has continual sorrow &amp;amp; grief for someone who hates him.” He goes on to say in Romans 9:3, “For I could wish that I myself were accursed from Christ for my brethren.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word “Accursed” means that Paul wished that if it were at all possible, that he could be Damned to hell instead so that these Jews who hated him could come to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know about you, but I do know about me. I don’t have this heart for those who love me, which means that I definitely don’t have this heart for my enemies either. My prayer is that God would give us His heart. I pray that God would speak to us &amp;amp; convict us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get so caught up in our little lives &amp;amp; we tend to think that our plans &amp;amp; hobbies, our goals &amp;amp; activities are so important. We tend to think that they have to be done &amp;amp; we go through life forgetting that each &amp;amp; every day people die &amp;amp; go to Hell. Does that even move you to have compassion for those who are going to hell? I pray that it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reality does not even enter into our minds. We don’t even think about it. Since the beginning of the church, there have been men &amp;amp; women who have opened up their hearts to God. They have asked God to take His heart &amp;amp; place it into their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, “I want You Lord, to take the way that You feel &amp;amp; cause that to be the way that I feel. Lord, whatever moves you, I want that same thing to move me.” And since the beginning of the church, there have been people who God has been able to use to stain this world with the blood of Jesus Christ through their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Today God is looking for a man or a woman whom He could use to stain this world with the blood of Jesus Christ. God desires to use our lives for His glory. God wants to use us to bring people into salvation. Today, in our age of technology &amp;amp; science, God is looking for a man or a woman. God is looking for ANYONE, it doesn’t matter who it is. ANYBODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is looking for someone who will say, “Here I am use me. Lord, I won’t get caught up in this worlds system. I won’t just pass through life without praying for the lost &amp;amp; without telling people about Jesus Christ. Lord, I won’t go through this life just living out my will because my life is not my life anyways.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a Scottish Reformer by the name of John Knox. And it was said of John Knox that he would be there in bed next to his wife. He would look over to his wife &amp;amp; say, “How can anyone sleep? PEOPLE ARE GOING TO HELL!!!” So he would rise up out of bed &amp;amp; go upstairs &amp;amp; his wife would occasionally sneak up stairs &amp;amp; see him in the middle of the night pleading for the lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would pray, “GOD GIVE ME SCOTLAND LEST I DIE!!! How could anyone sleep when people are going to hell?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Pierce is another man I would like to mention. Do you know who he is? He is the man who founded World Vision &amp;amp; The Samaritan Purse. Franklin Graham is now the CEO of the Samaritan Purse. Bob Pierce died in 1978.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Graham writes in one of his books about Bob Pierce &amp;amp; he says how he always hated sleeping in the same room as Bob Pierce. The reason he hated it was because Bob Pierce would pray for four hours every single night no matter where he was. It didn’t matter who he was with, he prayed &amp;amp; he prayed out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine sleeping in a room with someone who cries out for four hours a night in prayer? Billy Graham goes on to say, “How can you get in the flesh with someone who cries out to God for four hours every night?” Bob Pierce was a man who was transformed by the love of God. He was a man who God was able to use to do great exploits for God. He was a man who allowed God to change his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vs. 3) “Paul said that I wish that I could be damned to hell…” Paul did not say this lightly he knew what hell was all about &amp;amp; he wished that he could go instead of his countrymen. He says in Philippians 1:21-25, “that he is willing to stay out of heaven so that he could strengthen the church.” So Paul is willing to go to hell for the non-believer &amp;amp; he is willing to stay out of heaven for the believer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in Luke 16:19-31 Jesus tells a true story of what Hades is like.&lt;br /&gt;“19 “There was a certain rich man who was clothed in purple and fine linen and fared sumptuously every day. 20 But there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, full of sores, who was laid at his gate, 21 desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man’s table. Moreover the dogs came and licked his sores. 22 So it was that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels to Abraham’s bosom. The rich man also died and was buried. 23 And being in torments in Hades, he lifted up his eyes and saw Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom. 24 “Then he cried and said, ‘Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.’ 25 But Abraham said, ‘Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things; but now he is comforted and you are tormented. 26 And besides all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed, so that those who want to pass from here to you cannot, nor can those from there pass to us.’ 27 “Then he said, ‘I beg you therefore, father, that you would send him to my father’s house, 28 for I have five brothers, that he may testify to them, lest they also come to this place of torment.’ 29 Abraham said to him, ‘They have Moses and the prophets; let them hear them.’ 30 And he said, ‘No, father Abraham; but if one goes to them from the dead, they will repent.’ 31 But he said to him, ‘If they do not hear Moses and the prophets, neither will they be persuaded though one rise from the dead.’””&lt;br /&gt;As of right now, when a person dies who is not born again, they go to Hades. Hades is a place of torment. One day this place called Hades will be cast into the lake of fire as described in Revelation 20:11-15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul knew all about this. Paul knew that Hades would be thrown into hell one day. When Paul wrote Romans 9:3, he wasn’t just saying it because he was all emotional. “Oh how I wish that I myself would be accursed that my countrymen might be saved.” This was in Paul’s heart, he knew how real Hades was. He knew how real hell was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says here in Luke 16:22, that the rich man died &amp;amp; was buried. You need to know that it is not over when you die &amp;amp; are buried, there is more to come. Vs. 23, Notice the word “Torments”. He was in torments, it’s plural. He wasn’t just experiencing one torment, but numerous torments. There were many different kinds of torments &amp;amp; circumstances that were thrust upon him. HE WAS IN TORMENTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vs. 24) “24 “Then he cried and said, ‘Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the person in Hell experience? They experience TORMENTS!!! This rich man who mistreated this guy Lazarus was being tormented in this flame &amp;amp; he was begging that he could get just a drop of water on his tongue. He was begging for just a little bit of comfort. He was looking for something that could just temporarily minimize his torment for just a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this for a second, If you were dying of thirst, would a drop of water satisfy you? What if you were in flames? No way, but this rich guy was in so much torment, that he begged Abraham to have Lazarus dip his finger in water &amp;amp; cool his flaming tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that this is a true story? This is a true story that Jesus told us about 2000 years ago. Do you know what that means? That means that for the last two-thousand years, for every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year of every decade of every century of every millennium, this rich man has been crying out these same words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been saying, “I am tormented in this flame!!!” We read this story &amp;amp; we just think that this is a story. BUT IT’S NOT JUST A STORY, IT’S A TRUE STORY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus left heaven &amp;amp; died on a cross for this particular mans sin. And for two-thousand years this man has been crying out the same thing. “PLEASE, IS THERE IS ANYBODY, WHO CAN JUST DIP THEIR FINGER IN SOME WATER &amp;amp; COOL MY TONGUE, FOR I AM TORMENTED IN THIS FLAME!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what it says in Verse 28-31. Look at what he says. “I have five brothers, please tell them so that they won’t come to this place of torment.” If God would open up Hades &amp;amp; give us a glimpse of what is going on there. If God would allow you to hear the cries of the souls that are in Hades, do you know what they would be saying to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would be saying to us, “PLEASE, GO &amp;amp; TELL MY MOTHER, MY BROTHER &amp;amp; SISTERS. PLEASE I BEG YOU TO GO TELL MY FATHER &amp;amp; MY FRIENDS PLEASE, I BEG YOU, LEST THEY COME TO THIS PLACE OF TORMENT!!!” That is exactly what the cries of Hell would be telling us. “PLEASE!!! GO!!! PLEASE!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is hell real to us? Is Heaven real to us? Is Jesus real to us? Is this church thing that we do, just some social thing that we do? Is this just a club that we joined? Is this a reality? PLEASE, CHECK YOUR HEART!!! Is Jesus the reason we move &amp;amp; live?&lt;br /&gt;Do I really believe that Jesus redeemed me? Do I really believe that unless the Lord would have intervened that I would have gone to this place of torment? Or am I just a Christian because it gives me warm fuzzies? Well Bill, it really makes me feel good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn to Jeremiah. Jeremiah was known as the “Weeping Prophet”. He was always weeping because of the back-slidden state of the nation of Israel. He wept over their sin &amp;amp; he wept because they had strayed from God. And he was weeping because Judgment was coming &amp;amp; it was going to be upon them. He would get up every single morning for 30 – 40 years &amp;amp; preach God’s word to the children of Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was unceasing in his dedication to the Lord God. He said at one point in His ministry that he would never preach again. I mean, Jeremiah preached for over 40 years &amp;amp; do you know how many people listened to him in those 40 years? ZERO, Not even one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jeremiah 20:9, it says, 9 Then I said, “I will not make mention of Him, Nor speak anymore in His name.” But His word was in my heart like a burning fire shut up in my bones; I was weary of holding it back, And I could not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one was getting saved, no one cared &amp;amp; because of his preaching he was getting persecuted for it. He was eventually thrown in prison for preaching God’s Word. But he couldn’t stop because it was burning in his heart like a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was something else that caused Jeremiah to preach God’s Word. Turn to Jeremiah 9:1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“1 Oh, that my head were waters, and my eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night For the slain of the daughter of my people!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah loved his people. He loved the ones that were going to hell &amp;amp; he wept over them. He couldn’t stop preaching to them because he knew that if he didn’t share God’s Word that they would end up in Hades like the rich man. Jeremiah wept day &amp;amp; night for the lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we? Do we even care about people who are going to hell? Jeremiah said that his eyes were a fountain of tears. Turn to Jeremiah 13:17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“17 But if you will not hear it, my soul will weep in secret for your pride; my eyes will weep bitterly and run down with tears, because the LORD’s flock has been taken captive.” He would weep in secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 14:17. “Therefore you shall say this word to them: ‘Let my eyes flow with tears night and day, and let them not cease; for the virgin daughter of my people has been broken with a mighty stroke, with a very severe blow.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a man who wept because of the judgment that was going to come upon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to Romans 9, Paul the Apostle, the man we admire &amp;amp; the man who’s example we seek to copy. Paul was a man who could not be stopped. He was stoned to death &amp;amp; dragged out of the city. God raised him back from the dead. And as soon as he was raised from the dead, Paul goes back into the same city that had just killed him &amp;amp; preached the gospel again. He would be beaten &amp;amp; go from city to city preaching the gospel. Stuart just taught that last week from Acts 13-14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a man that could not be stopped even though he was whipped 195 times. He was a man who was taken captive three different times &amp;amp; beaten with bamboo sticks. He would not stop preaching the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;When Paul was in Philippi, he cast a demon out of a young girl &amp;amp; was whipped &amp;amp; thrown into prison for it. He would not stop preaching the Gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we look at that &amp;amp; we say, “Hey, I want to be that devoted to the Lord! I want that fire burning inside of me! I want that passion &amp;amp; zeal. I want that knowledge.” But there is something that we miss. We miss the fact that Paul &amp;amp; Jeremiah wept &amp;amp; mourned for the lost. We miss the fact that Paul wished that he could go to Hades instead of his countrymen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, if we were in Hades, we would be crying out for people to go &amp;amp; tell our family &amp;amp; friends about Jesus. I can promise you that. We want to partake of the miracles that Paul partook of. We want the warm feelings. But we miss out on the fact that Paul had the heart of God beating in his own heart. Paul knew the Lord &amp;amp; knew the Lord’s heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, but the very heart of God was beating through Paul. God’s heart consumed Paul so much that Paul wished that he could go to hell instead of his countrymen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God’s heart is beating in your soul, you cannot help but walk around &amp;amp; look at all the people who are going to hell &amp;amp; start to weep. You will start mourning for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn to Romans 15:18-20. What I want to focus on here is the fact that Paul preached the gospel FULLY from Jerusalem to Illyricum. If you look at your maps in the back of the bible. Illyricum is 1400 miles from Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when we follow Paul’s missionary journeys in the book of Acts, we never read of when he goes to Illyricum. But here in Romans 15 he says that he has fully preached the gospel. He says that he has gone as far as he can. He says, “I have preached from Jerusalem all the way to Illyricum, 1400 miles, sharing the gospel. I have planted churches &amp;amp; discipled people.” To travel 1400 miles in that day was not easy. Do you know what he went through in order to preach the gospel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn to 2 Corinthians 11:23-28. “23 Are they ministers of Christ?—I speak as a fool—I am more: in labors more abundant, in stripes above measure, in prisons more frequently, in deaths often. 24 From the Jews five times I received forty stripes minus one. 25 Three times I was beaten with rods; once I was stoned; three times I was shipwrecked; a night and a day I have been in the deep; 26 in journeys often, in perils of waters, in perils of robbers, in perils of my own countrymen, in perils of the Gentiles, in perils in the city, in perils in the wilderness, in perils in the sea, in perils among false brethren; 27 in weariness and toil, in sleeplessness often, in hunger and thirst, in fastings often, in cold and nakedness— 28 besides the other things, what comes upon me daily: my deep concern for all the churches.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went through it. He went through all of this in order to preach the gospel from Jerusalem to Illyricum. And we don’t even know when Paul went to Illyricum, but he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even in Romans 15:23-24, Paul says that he was going to go to Spain also. You see, Paul was a man who was haunted by the fact that people are going to hell. Paul was going to go as far as he could. He would not stop for any reason. He knew that hell was a real place. Paul would not &amp;amp; could not be stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, the only way that they could actually stop him was to cut his head off. They had stoned him, beat him, whipped him, thrown him in prison, &amp;amp; nothing stopped him. So they cut his head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul fully preached the gospel. Paul made it his goal &amp;amp; aim to PREACH THE GOSPEL. Paul had a vision &amp;amp; a goal. It was to go to those who had never heard the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;In Romans 1:14–17. “14 I am a debtor both to Greeks and to barbarians, both to wise and to unwise. 15 So, as much as is in me, I am ready to preach the gospel to you who are in Rome also.16 For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes, for the Jew first and also for the Greek. 17 For in it the righteousness of God is revealed from faith to faith; as it is written, “The just shall live by faith.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul had one ambition, one aim &amp;amp; one goal. Can I ask you, WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you focused in on what God is focused in on? Paul was not ashamed of the gospel, are we? What is it going to take to get us to go &amp;amp; preach the gospel? What will it take for us to quit playing games with the Lord &amp;amp; start to get serious about our walks with Him? What will stop us from continuing in sin &amp;amp; JUSTIFYING our sinful behavior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, it was only one cigarette. I only had a wine cooler, &amp;amp; that is only 5% alcohol. Well, this was just a small little white lie.” How long will we play games? When will we get serious about the Lord. You know, every 1.5 seconds a person enters into eternity. SOMEONE DIES EVERY 1.5 SECONDS!!! Will we share the gospel with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GUYS, THERE IS NO TIME TO PLAY GAMES, WE MUST COMPLETELY &amp;amp; FULLY SUBMIT TO THE LORD!!! THERE ARE SOME PEOPLE IN OUR OWN FAMILIES WHO ARE DYING &amp;amp; GOING TO HELL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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So we see that in the 1st three chapters, Paul proves to us just how depraved we really are. But then he also shows us how we are justified. The book of Romans is a book of theology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book IS the Gospel. Any scholar or great Bible teacher will concur with this view. The book of Romans proves to us just how we were reconciled to God. It shows us that we are all guilty of sin, from Jew to Gentile. Then, Paul shows us how we are freely justified by God's grace, how we have received redemption, how we've received propitiation.&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore, having been, or being justified…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this is actually saying is that we are currently justified. The "having been" speaks of some thing that has been done. When Jesus went to the cross, He said, "It is finished", then He died. When he died, our sin was placed upon Jesus, therefore we have been declared righteous, we are justified. It is a finished work, it is done. "Therefore we are justified."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "Justified", means we are declared righteous. We are looked upon as a righteous person. Our sin is not counted against us. We are now holy &amp;amp; sinless in the eyes of God. The word justified, just &amp;amp; justification, all have the same root word, "JUST". The book of Romans is all about how we are justified. The just shall live by faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can break the word JUSTIFICATION down to say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST AS IF I'D NEVER SINNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, in my current position as a believer, I have been declared righteous. One of the main themes in the book of Romans is, "The just shall live by faith". You can find scriptures relating to this in Habakkuk 2:4, Romans 1:17, Galatians 3:11 &amp;amp; in  Hebrews 10:38.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read the book of Romans, it will tell about the just. The book of Galatians tells you how you shall live &amp;amp; the book of Hebrews teaches by faith. So between the books of Romans, Galatians &amp;amp; Hebrews, you have the theme, "The just shall live by faith." If you read &amp;amp; follow those three books, you will have a very intimate &amp;amp; successful walk with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how am I justified? "By FAITH." The word Faith is defined in Hebrews 11:1. What is faith? We are justified by faith, in what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are justified by faith in the finished work of Calvary. We are justified by the cross of Jesus Christ. That is the only way we are justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are justified as we, by faith, receive what Jesus did for us. When we believe that He died &amp;amp; rose again, when we see &amp;amp; comprehend that his death was an atonement for our sins.  Not only did His death &amp;amp; resurrection cover our sins, but by that, we are forgiven, Sanctified, Justified &amp;amp; now we have peace with God. Funny that FAITH is a fruit of the Spirit, (1Corinthians 12:9) which means that FAITH is a gift from God, which means that God give's you the faith that you currently have. So we can't even boast in our great faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have" Who is this person? We? The word "WE" refers to people who are under the blood, believers. That means us! We have… not we had &amp;amp; no longer have, but rather, we have peace with God. We have the Lord Jesus Christ as our redeemer, as our Savior. Not only did He forgive us our sins, but he made a way for us to approach God the Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "peace", is the same Greek word that is used in  Luke 14:32 &amp;amp; Acts 12:20. It speaks of peace from war; to bind together that, which had been separated; to reconcile. It speaks of appeasing relationships. Why would man, why would human beings need to have our relationship restored with God? When did our relationship with the Lord sever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Genesis chapter 3, read it) Notice that in verse 8 that Adam &amp;amp; Eve hid themselves from the Lord's presence. Also, because of this sin, man was cast out of the presence of God, out of the Garden of Eden (verse 24).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord show's compassion on Adam &amp;amp; Eve &amp;amp; even hint's to the sacrifice of Jesus when He made tunics of skin. In Romans, we now are able to enter into the Lord's presence because we are justified, because of the sacrifice of Jesus. We now have peace with our Maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 2:14-18, Jesus is our peace. (verse 18 shows the Trinity again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "with" in the Greek means facing. So you can read this text, "we have peace facing God." This same word is in John 1:1 – 2. "The word was with God; The word was facing God; The word was face to face with God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase "Through our Lord Jesus Christ" means just what it says. Just like in John 14:6. The only way to the Father, to Heaven, the only way to be forgiven &amp;amp; cleansed is through the Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the night before Jesus was to be killed. The night before He was murdered, He was in prayer. He asked God the Father to let this cup pass. He said that He really didn't desire to go through this. But He also said that this was the very reason that He came into the world. He said let Your will be done Father, not mine. He said this three different times. (Mark 14:32 – 42) So as we all know, Jesus went to the cross, so there must not have been any other way. So that means that everything that we do in the Spirit, must be done through Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "have" is in the perfect tense in the Greek. Which means it's permanent. That is real important, the Greek language is really strong &amp;amp; detailed. I know the perfect tense doesn't mean anything to you, it doesn't mean much to me either. I just know that the "Perfect Tense" means Permanence. So what is the text saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"through whom also we permanently have continual unstoppable access into His presence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is never not there for us. You have continual free access into God's presence at all times because of the blood of Jesus Christ, because of the work of the cross, its continual, its permanent, it will not stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will not change His mind tomorrow &amp;amp; say "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU, I'VE HEARD YOU CONFESS THAT SIN ENOUGH TIMES, YOU GET OUT OF HERE, THE ACCESS IS SHUT OFF TO YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word of God declares that we have continual access to Him, regardless of how we feel, regardless of what we have done. Regardless if we have just sinned. Our feelings will lie to us, Satan will try to deceive us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "access" in the Greek means to obtain access into the throne room of a King. Having authority to go somewhere where you normally wouldn't have authority to go. Like a peasant coming into the presence of a King. He didn't have access, there were things there that were stopping him. There were guards there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historically, the word "access" is speaking of a third party. There is the King on the throne, there is me the peasant &amp;amp; then there is the third party who would take me, who would clothe me, &amp;amp; would put royal garments on me &amp;amp; prepare me. The third party would clothe me &amp;amp; prepare me &amp;amp; then bring me &amp;amp; present me to the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my access. This guy who had access would come &amp;amp; take me off the street, give me a bath &amp;amp; clean me up. He would dress me properly for the Kings house. Then he would take me in there. That is exactly what we see here in this text. (Read Romans 5:1 – 2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see the throne of God. We see Jesus Christ coming as a man. We see Jesus Christ paying the price for us. We see Jesus Christ clothing us with His righteousness. We are justified &amp;amp; declared righteous in His sight. So this is what we have here, we have access through Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So Jesus is saying here, "You have access through me, hold my hand, follow me, I am going to take you in there. I am going to present you as perfect too. I am going to present you to the King &amp;amp; now you have free permanent access to come in at any time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you can see a glimpse of the Trinity here. You can see, God the Father as the King. In order for us to get into His presence, we need to be washed by the blood of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Spirit is the third person of the Trinity. He is the one who draws us to the Son, who in turn takes us to the Father. It is so amazing to see the work of the God Head. This is what you call the manifold grace of God. You have access by faith. By faith in forgiveness, in the blood, in Jesus. So you get to go by faith into this grace by which we stand (Zechariah 3:1-5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do we have access, but the Lord does something else to. He cleans us up. He removes our sin. When He went to the cross, ALL, I repeat, ALL of our sins were placed upon Him. Now the Holy Spirit will clean you up. You come to Jesus as you are &amp;amp; He forgives you. Jesus then places everyone of your sins upon Himself. The Holy Spirit then takes the blood of Jesus &amp;amp; starts to wash you. You are then able to go before the King. You have been not only cleansed from you sin, but you have also been delivered from your sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE NOT SO MUCH SINNERS BECAUSE WE SIN, BUT WE SIN BECAUSE WE ARE SINNERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the difference here? It is really important to realize the difference. Before you were a Christian, you had to sin, you were a sinner. Now that you are a believer, you are no longer bound to sin. You have been set free, by the Son of God. "Whoever the Son sets free is free indeed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to sin anymore. You need to know this. God is not satisfied with you just being forgiven. He wants to have fellowship with you. He want's to present you as SINLESS, so we need to SIN-LESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you start to mature in the things of God, you will start to be convicted of sin. Which means that after you have sinned, it will not be pleasurable. That is because you now have the living God living inside of you. He wants to keep you from sinning. Not only does He want to keep you from sinning, but He has given you the power to stop. Remember that  Jesus said, "It is FINISHED".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "Grace" is like a diamond, it is pretty much salvation. There are many different assets different colors, to the word Grace. There are many facets to the grace of God. We have been saved by grace. When we say we have been saved by grace, we can automatically turn to the text found in Ephesians 2:8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that word GRACE, that manifold grace of God, there are different facets &amp;amp; sides to Grace. It all pours over into that word SALVATION. That deliverance from our present state. We have been DELIVERED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "stand" is in the perfect tense. Again, this means that I don't just get to stand there once &amp;amp; not anymore. It means permanence. It's in the grace in which we permanently stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "stand" means, to stand fast, to remain, to abide, to continue. Which means you are not going nowhere. I'm not going nowhere. How do I stand as a man of God? How do I stand before the Lord? How am I going to make it through this life? By grace. Grace is what will keep you standing, it's grace. It is not about you. It is totally about Him, the Lord. It has nothing to do with you. Nothing at all. We stand by grace. It is His work that God Himself did. All that we do is receive it &amp;amp; say thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "Rejoice" means to rejoice, to worship, to give thanks. It means that we can thank God for the Hope that He Himself gave to us. We can worship Him in song, in deeds, by our actions, through prayer. We can shout out loud to him in thanksgiving. We can raise our hands to him. We can rejoice that we are able to approach the Living God. We can enter into His presence, not because of who we are. Not because of what we did, but we can enter into His presence because of what He did for us. We can enter because of who He is. This just causes me to rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "Hope" is a real hope. It is not that we hope it will not rain, or we hope that we get a raise. That is more like a wish. We wish that we will get a raise. When we hope in eternal things, we will never be let down. When our hope, our faith is in Jesus, we are as good as there. Our hope to get to Heaven is by Jesus Christ. We WILL get there, it is a done deal. So hope means that it is going to happen. It is done. We have access into the Glory of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "Glory of God" means the presence of God. We can enter into the Glory of God. What a blessing that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are we that God is mindful of us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now as believers, we can &amp;amp; do, have that intimate relationship with God. He will speak with you, He will conform you into His image, into the likeness of His Son Jesus. Just sit back &amp;amp; let Him work in your Life. He will do things that you never even dreamed of.  He did with me &amp;amp; now I am married. The Lord is just too good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESUS IS IN LOVE WITH YOU!!! LET US WORSHIP HIM IN OBEDIENCE! WORSHIP GOD BY OBEYING HIM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.livingwaters.com/add/countdown.js"&gt;
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