VIRB

Everyone has their beliefs, hoping against all darkness that they are right, because if they are wrong then the reasons to live became very scarce indeed. For example, I've grown up believing many things. I've heard countless stories of a person we call God and another that we call Jesus. They have given me purpose and strength. They have given me great hope and beautiful friends. They have made my deepest sorrows and greatest joys something that make sense... that lead somewhere. However as every year passes and another is added onto my life things get harder, more gray, a little hazier. Beliefs I have held that seem solid as stone are shaken to their very core, some even falling away as useless as the hands that held so tightly to them. People become less beautiful in every sense. Skin grows old, eyes dim, souls get weary. Where do you turn when the source of faith seems to have abandon the entire world. I wish i could end these thoughts on a happy, feel good note but in an effort to remain honest to myself, my fellow humans, and the God I serve, I must abstain. Because i am not at the end of the tunnel yet, and while I believe there is an end, hope against all hope that its there, i am searching, as I think we all are in some sense. We all know the end is there. We read about it in fairy tales and great stories. We hear it in beautiful music. Occasionally we even get a brief glimpse of it here in this world, but still I can only have faith it exists. Never be fooled that living life is easy. Never be fooled that following Christ is simple. It will take all you have (and much that you don't), it will kill you and raise you again and again and again.....

but i will continue

for the greatest life

for the greatest love