Valentine's Day

I don't think there's anything wrong with not having a boyfriend on Valentine's Day. I just cuddle my little sister all day. :)

My Best Friend

The paths lay in front of me and He advised me which one to go down. I knew that He was smarter than me, and that the path He said was best probably would be. The path He advised me to go down was barren and small, it looked boring and hard to travel on. The other path looked exciting and fun, and it looked way easier than His path. So I walked down the path He advised me not to take, and at first I was sure that He had been wrong about this path. It was fun, and I met way more people on it than I would have on the other path. Then the path sort of sloped downward so that no one could climb back up when after they sent down. I looked down and It looked like a party, people were laughing having fun, doing all sorts of exciting things. Why would I turn back when there was so much I could miss out on if I did? So I slid down the slope, things started changing. The image started to blur and the people changed. As I hit the bottom of the slope everyone was crying and laying on the ground. Then I saw why everyone was crying. The path ended right here. It just stopped. I looked over the edge and saw nothing but an endless abyss. Franticlly, I ran to the slope and tried to climb back up. "It's no use..." some sobbing woman cried, "It's impossible to climb..." I refused to believe that this was it. Surely I could climb out and go find His path. Then someone touched me shoulder, I turned around and fell to the ground when I saw who it was. It was Him, he had come to mock my poor dicision. I turned back around and kept trying to climb up the hill. He put His hand on my shoulder again and said, "Let me help you." I couldn't let Him see that He had been right. "I don't need your help! I'm just fine." I said sharply. I kept trying to no avail. Every time I tried to climb up I became more and more depressed and exhausted. He again placed His hand on my shoulder and this time said, "I love you, you need me." I hadn't heard the words I love you in so long the sounded so sweet in my ear. Still, I refused to give in, I climbed and this time I was actually getting somewhere. I had probably climed ten feet up when the hill shivered, as if it were alive. It shook me off and I landed on my back with incredible force. I struggled to breathe, I couldn't move. He cam over to me and said, "I love you, no matter what you say or do." Finally I understood that He was not here to mock me or brag that He was right, He was here to save me from jumping off the ledge like so many others had done. I replied with a weak mumble, "I need you." He picked me up and placed me on his back. I wrapped my arms around His neck and He began to climp up the hill. The slope shook violently, but He held on. His hands bled and were covered in blisters, His feet the same. "Why would you go through so much pain for me after I didn't listen to you?" I quietly asked. He grunted and struggled to reply. "I would die for you, and I have, even if you went down this path a hundred times." He finally replied. I was shocked at this and I began to cry, realizing how much He really did love me. We finally reached the top of the hill and He brought me back to the fork in the road. He looked at me with sincere love and said, "You can walk down that path again, or you can come with me." I wanted to have fun and excitement, but I knew what was at the end of that path now, and it didn't seem worth it. I took Him by the hand and chose His path. "Walking down this path would have been easier if you had chosen it to begin with." He said to me as we began walking. I realized just how right He was farther down the path, and sometimes I thought of giving up. He always helped me up when I fell, and when I strayed from Him, He always found me. I am still walking down this long twisty path, and is hard, but it is always worth it when I see the love He has for me.

Why?

Is it any wonder that 78% of women who get an abortion are christian? I'm sure they feel incredible pressure from parents and pastors and just even their peers. "What would they think of me if they knew I was pregnant? What would happen to my social life? I'm supposed to me the kind of person who doesn't do things like this." I'm sure just hiding it, and "getting rid of it" does sound like a better decision at the time. I wouldn't want to face my pastor, my parents, or my friends and say that I was pregnant. That would be horrible; but why? Why is it that the one group of people who are supposed to be the most loving and caring, provide the most pressure and anxiety for pregnant women trying to figure out what to do? Why is it that the pressure coming from us Christ followers, out-ways the knowledge that they are killing a human being? Why? We should be the ones that these women turn to when they mess up like that. We should be the ones they confide in. We should be the ones that help them make the right decisions. God loves every single being on this planet. Why can't we? When we hear about a girl who got pregnant, most of us say, "Wow, she should've been more careful." or, "That's what she gets for sleeping around." Of course most wouldn't have said that to their face, buy we say it behind their backs. I recently heard of a girl that got kicked out of her youth group because she got pregnant. Now I don't go to that church and I don't know all of their standards, but who in their right mind would do a thing like that? That girl needs her youth group, especially in a time like this. Why would anyone want to keep her from the encouragement and help she needs from christian peers? I did some more research on this and found that no, the church did not kick her out of the youth group, but her parents decided that they would remove her from the youth group because the girl said she felt uncomfortable in her group. Why would she feel uncomfortable? "Because," she said, "At school, the girls in my group act like everyone else. They reject me, and label me because of my mistake." Are these the "Christ followers" that are said to be forgiving and loving? I'm not saying that everyone is like that, but I have seen, from personal experience, that people can be very loving and forgiving at church and in youth group, and be nasty, mean, and cruel outside of that. We aren't supposed to be loving to those facing pregnancy just in church, we are supposed to be loving and helpful to them at school and anywhere outside of church. Why is it that they feel so much pressure and rejection from their peers? Maybe because when we are in church and anywhere else for that matter, we are naturally judgemental towards anyone who has publicly committed wrong. What if you went to church with a big sign on your head that said, "I lie to everyone all the time." Wouldn't you feel like you would be judged? I would. If I saw someone else with that sign on their head, I would probably be judgemental towards them. Not that I don't like the person, it just makes me feel better to know that I'm better than someone else. I know what your thinking, "That's not very Christian of you." No it's not, it's human. We are so dependent on others messing up and making us feel better that we can be very judgemental, even with just our eyes. This is why we have to change. We have to realize that, yes, we are human, and building ourselves up like that, is natural. We have to change that. Because for a girl deciding whether or not to get an abortion, walking into church with a pregnant belly is the same as walking in with a sign on their head. We are no better than them. We are just as bad. We are all equally sinful.

6 million Jews died in the Holocaust, that was horrible. Over 48 million children have been killed in the United States. Why is it that we don't hear that on the news. Over 100,000 people died in Haiti last month, approximately 3,700 babies are killed everyday because of abortion. Help bring the number down. Don't judge.